Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2016 13:39:16 -0600
From: Jordan Bradders <jordan.bradders@writeme.com>
Subject: My Favorite Babysitter - Part Four - A New Week

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My Favorite Babysitter - Part Four - A New Week

By Jordan Bradders

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    Summary: 16-year-old Brian was hired to babysit Casey over the
weekend of his 12th birthday.  Casey is small for his age, smart, and
cute.  Brian seduces him; it's not hard because Casey wants it. Brian
and Casey's relationship is well established after only about 24 hours.
The younger boy trusts his big friend and wants to please him.  Brian
convinces Casey to penertate him with a strap-on dildo, resulting in
enough bleeding to terrify the younger boy and convince him to never do
it again. Brian, on the other hand, is thrilled abd wants mnore.  They
go skinny dipping in the woods.  They are caught by a couple of boys,
who steal their clothes.  They are forced to walk through the woods
naked, but when the other boys, who are also gay, discover the nature of
their relationship, they apologize and return their clothes. They reach
a truce with Bobby (14) and Tim (12), then return home, completing their
first weekend together. It's time for all four boys to return to
school.  Brian and Bobby go to Lincoln High School and Casey and Tim go
to Franklin Middle School.

This installment will make more sense if you read parts one, two and
three, which are available on Nifty, under Gay Male Stories in the Young
Friends category.

Part One:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-1
Part Two:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-2
Part Three:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/my-favorite-babysitter/my-favorite-babysitter-3

Chapter Twenty-Five

Brian was up, showered, dressed, had taken his bag downstairs, and had
remade the guest room bed before Casey stirred. The younger boy had been
disappointed when Brian sent him to sleep in his own bed Sunday night,
but Brian had argued that they both needed a good nights rest to be
prepared for school.  Sunday, after all, had been a long day for both of
them.

When he heard the twelve-year-old moving about upstairs, Brian called
"Don't forget to make your bed and straighten your room, baby boy.
Remember, we're trying to impress your mom with what a great babysitter
I am."  Then he returned to making a full breakfast.  He planned to
leave the evidence in the dishwasher so Mrs. Thomas would know what good
care he'd taken of her innocent little darling.

Casey understood what his big friend was doing but had other plans.  He
showered, brushed his teeth, did his fruitless morning check for
axillary and pubic hair, then ran downstairs.  He knew they had plenty
of time before he had to catch his bus.

The naked boy snuck up behind his big friend, slipped his hand between
his thighs and groped him through his jeans.  When the teen whirled to
face him, he used a really bad impression of a Transylvanian accent to
say "I vant to suck your... cock."

The sixteen-year-old laughed as the little hand pulled down his fly.
"If we're gonna do this, let's do it right."  He slid his jeans and
boxer shorts over his slim hips in one movement, leaving himself naked
from the waist down.  Reaching behind him, he turned off the stove.

Casey licked his lips as he surveyed the teen's hairy legs, six inch
cock and big heavy balls. He pulled Brian to the table, knowing that
sitting would put his mouth at the level of his friend's crotch.  He
kissed the tip of the rigid organ then took the mushroom-shaped head in
his mouth.

Moaning, Brian put his head back and slipped his fingers through Casey's
mid-length blond hair.  He spread his legs slightly as the first waves
of pleasure flooded through him.  "God," he whispered, his voice husky
with desire.  "I love... "  He stopped, afraid to continue.  He knew he
could save himself, but continued "I love you, Casey."

Casey stopped what he was doing for a moment, briefly considering what
Brian had just said, then returned to licking and sucking. He'd been
thinking a lot about the word "love" over recent months.  Though he'd
only turned twelve that weekend, he'd started to wonder about the
meaning of the abstract concept.  He was pretty sure he loved his mother
and she loved him; he was also sure he loved his father, for whom he was
named, but sometimes wondered if the man reciprocated.  'If he did love
me,' he thought, 'wouldn't he try harder to spend time with me?'

He found himself happy to have something in his mouth, saving him from
having to respond.  'Do I love Brian?  I like him.  I like him a lot.
But do I love him?  Does he really love me?' He was still thinking this
way when Brian's cock swelled in his mouth, signalling that he was about
to get a mouthful of the teen's hot, gooey cum.  Tilting his head back
slightly, he prepared himself. He didn't want to spill a drop.

Brian looked up at the ceiling as one wave after another of sensation
washed over him.  His entire body was involved in his response, every
muscle rigid, breathing rushed and shallow, heart beating hard and fast,
back arched.  At the moment of completion, he had almost no control over
his body.  Though far smaller and weaker. Casey was clearly in control.
He brought Brian off like a pro.

Panting and sweating, Brian collapsed into a chair.  "Oh my god, baby
boy.  You know I have to go to school after this.  Right?"

Casey gave a wicked smile and nodded.  Sounding innocent, he said, "I
just wanted to help prepare you for a good, productive day." Looking
around the kitchen expectantly, the naked little boy asked "So, you
gonna feed me, babysitter?"

"No," Brian laughed.  "First you're gonna feed me. I'm in the mood for
something sweet." He picked the smaller boy up, lay him across the
table, and took his hairless genitals into his mouth.  Soon Casey was
writhing about on the table, his breathing shallow, his face red.
Though nothing came out of his little pee-slit when he felt the clicking
of a dry orgasm, Brian smacked and licked his lips as if he'd gotten a
mouthful.  "Mmmmm... sweet."

Chapter Twenty-Six

Brian stood and watched as his young charge's school bus pulled away
from the curb.  Then he quickly jogged home, stowed his bag in his room
and made his way out the door.  He arrived at the corner just as his own
bus was about to leave. It rankled that he still had to ride the bus at
sixteen, but he was barred from getting a driver's license because he
was on juvenile probation. The driver opened the door, clearly annoyed,
and allowed Brian to board.

He quickly spotted his best friend, Jonah, and made his way to the back
of the bus.  About halfway back another, younger boy looked up shyly and
made brief eye contact.  It was, he realized, Bobby, the older of the
two boys he and Casey had met the day before.  He allowed his eyes to
pass over him as if unseen, as most older students did with ninth
graders.  To his credit, the boy showed no sign of recognition.

Taking on the affect of a deathrow inmate on his way to the gallows,
Brian dropped heavily into his seat.  He glanced at his friend, but
neither spoke until they stood to disembark.  "See ya," said the other
boy as he popped open the emergency exit and dropped out of sight.

Brian nodded and jumped to the ground then turned and entered the large
building, Bobby already forgotten.

Chaper Twenty-Seven

Casey slid into one of the vinyl-covered bench seats, working hard not
to be noticed.  Small for his age and all too often the target of
bullying, he found that staying under the radar was his best strategy.
He was surprised when another boy dropped into the seat next to him at
the next stop.

He looked up and smiled when he recognized one of the boys who had
stolen his and Brian's clothes the day before.  "Hey, Tim.  I didn't
know you rode this bus."

The seventh-grader grinned.  "I don't usually, but I stayed with..." He
paused, uncertain.  "I stayed with a friend over the weekend.  He lives
in this neighborhood."

Casey winced.  That brief pause, he realized, represented a lot of
pain.  He'd be keeping secrets that way from his mother, his friends,
his teachers -- everybody -- probably for a long time. 'Being gay,' he
thought, 'sucks."  He pasted his customary smile on his face and looked
at the other boy, unsure of how to continue the conversation.  He really
knew nothing about the twelve-year-old.

Sensing the lull, Tim spoke.  "So, do you have Winters for Global?"

Casey laughed.  "She sucks."  Using an acronym he'd learned only that
weekend, he raised his voice a bit and added "But she's kind of a MILF."

Bobby nodded admiringly.  Thinking 'He's really catching on fast,' he
said aloud "Yeah, she's got really nice boobs."  Several boys seated
around them laughed appreciatively as the bus pulled to a stop in front
of Franklin Middle School.

The two boys stood and fist-bumped then turned and walked off the bus.
As they entered the building, Tim glanced at the clock, then took Casey
by the arm and led him into the cafeteria. "Do you drink coffee?"
Grinning, he added "I'm kinda addicted."

In middle school, a one grade age difference seems like a huge void.
Not wanting to diminish himself in front of the older boy, Casey
nodded.  "Love it.  Lots of cream and sugar, please."  His eyes were
inexorably drawn to the taller boy's butt as he walked off to place
their order.

Soon they were sipping coffee and biting into croissants. Tim broke the
silence.  "I'm really sorry 'bout yesterday."  He tried to remain silent
as he waited for the other boy's response, but a giggle escaped.  "You
guys were really hot, though."

Casey laughed.  "Yeah.  I thought Bri... I mean... he was so mad... I
thought he was gonna kill you guys."  Pausing, he added "I'm glad he
didn't. It's not like there's lots'a kids we can... you know... talk to
about... ummm... I mean... this stuff."

Tim's head bobbed up and down in a vigorous nod.  "Yeah, I know. I
figured we weren't the only ones, but..."  He looked around the
cafeteria.  "It's not like guys like us wear signs.  Ya know?"

Casey giggled.  "Maybe we could start something.  Like... I don't
know... wearin' some kinda bracelet or ring or somethin' to let other
guys know."

Tim looked around nervously, realizing that this was not the place for
such an open conversation.  "Bell's gonna ring soon."  He fished his
phone from the pocket of his backpack.  "What's your number?  I'll call
you and then you'll have mine."

Casey stared but said nothing.  "Ummm... I don't have a cell phone.  My
mom..."  He trailed off, realizing that what he had been about to say
would have emphasized his age.  "I could give you my home number, but if
you call, you might get my mom, though."

Tim combed his fingers through his wavy black hair and smiled. "That'll
do.  Maybe we can hang sometime."

He stood and swallowed the last of his coffee,  "See ya later, man."
Then he turned and headed for class.

Casey stared after him, his eyes once again drawn to the muscles moving
under the seat of his new friend's pants. 'He's seen me naked,' he
mused, as he dropped half a cup of coffee in the trach.  'Why,' he
wondered, 'does anybody drink that stuff?' It's freakin nasty!'

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Brian stalked toward his house.  He'd had three uneventful days at
school. He'd managed to stay out of trouble, but he was missing his
little friend.  To make things worse, now he would have to deal with his
mother.  He scowled when he saw a vaguely familiar car in the driveway.
'Great, one of her annoying friends,' he thought.  'My day's getting
better and better.' Prepared for battle, he pasted on his angry,
disaffected teen mask as he walked in the front door.  When he heard
female voices from the kitchen he quieted his walk and headed for the
stairs, thinking he'd dodged a bullet.  Unfortunately, he forgot to skip
the fifth step, which betrayed his presence with a loud squeak.

"Brian," called his mother.  "Is that you?  Come in here, please."

Her voice wasn't slurred and she was using her pleasant tone, he
realized, so her visitor must not be one of her close friends. He was
surprised to see Casey's mother.  Instantly afraid she'd somehow found
out what he'd done with her son over the weekend, he had to work to
maintain a casual tone.  "Hey, Mrs. Thomas.  How was your trip?"

The tall blond woman gave him a 1000-watt smile and said "It was
terrible.  I was so worried, but it turned out I had nothing to worry
about."  She nodded toward the other woman and added "I was just telling
your mother: I don't know what you did but you worked a miracle with
Casey.  He's like a totally different boy."

Relieved, Brian smiled.  He knew what he'd done, but he surely couldn't
explain that to the boy's mother.  "Yeah.  We kinda reached an
understanding.  He's a really great kid."

The curvy blond smiled.  "I'm glad to hear you say that, Brian, because
I have a proposition for you."

Brian's teen mind went to the obvious place when the woman he'd called a
MILF only a few days before said she had a "proposition" for him; but
then he regained control over the reptilian portion of his brain.
Looking at his mother pointedly, he turned back and asked "What's that,
ma'am."

Mrs. Thomas laughed.  "First, don't call me 'ma'am.' It makes me feel
old.  If it's okay with your mom, you can call me 'Barb.'" She and Brian
both turned to look at his mother, who nodded grudging agreement.

Grinning, Brian asked "Okay, Barb. What do you have in mind."  He was
feeling like an adult for the first time in his mother's presence.  He
stood up straighter and lifted his face to make direct eye contact.

"Did Casey tell you about his father?  That we're divorced and he
doesn't see him much?"

His tone cautious, Brian said "Yeah, that came up."

Barbara hastened to explain.  "I'm not asking you to tell me what Casey
said; in fact, I don't want you to. I'm hoping you can be kind of a..."
She hesitated as she searced for a word.  Finally, she said "... a
mentor for him.  What happens between you is between you and him."

Yvonne Peterson, Brian's mother, had listened to this exchange in
silence, but she guffawed.  "You want Brian to be a mentor?  My Brian?"

Barbara didn't know what was going on between Brian and his mother, but
she quickly decided that she didn't care.  She had a good feeling about
this boy; more importantly, Casey, who didn't warm up to people easily,
had just spent the weekend with him and seemed to like him.  That was
all she needed to know.  Speaking as much to the woman as to Brian, she
said "Look.  I understand that nobody's perfect, but I've heard nothing
but 'Brian did this' and 'Brian said that' for two days.  Casey really
looks up to you, Brian, and I think he needs that right now.  He doesn't
really have any friends and I think he's lonely."  She held his eyes for
a long moment then looked down, a bit embarrassed. She had, after all,
been making extended, intense eye contact with a sixteen-year-old boy.
She wondered if the sexual tension was just in her imagination; she
certainly hoped so. "I think he needs a man in his life, and he seems to
see you that way."

A thrill of excitement passed through Brian.  Nobody had ever referred
to him as a "man" before, and he liked it.  Neither of them spoke for
several seconds.  It was Barbara who broke the silence.  "Look, I know
he's just a little kid.  No sixteen-year-old wants to hang out with an
eleven-year-old, but I'll pay you.  You can think of this as a job. I'm
also going to need you to stay with him when I go on business trips."
She turned to the woman and said "I got a promotion on Monday; it's more
money but it involves a lot of travel."

Brian considered reminding the woman that her son had turned twelve over
the weekend, but thought better of it.  Not wanting to sound too
enthusiastic, he asked "What do you mean by 'hang out?' Are you saying
you're gonna want me to do things with Casey even when you're home?"  He
supressed a smile as he thought about some of the things he'd already
done with her son.

The woman nodded.  "I'd really like that, Brian."  She reached into her
purse and pulled out two one-hundred-dollar bills.  "This is for last
weekend, because it was only two days." She saw what looked like naked
avarice in his eyes and went in for the kill. "I'll pay you $15 an hour
to spend time with him during the week and $100 a day when I'm gone
overnight; of course, I'll pay whatever expenses, as well."  She looked
from mother to son. "This is important to me.  Casey's been so angry
lately, I've been afraid I was losing him.  He's been downright..."  She
paused again.  "He's been pleasant these last few days.  He said you
told him he'd have to treat his mother with respect if he was going to
hang out with you.  I feel like I have my little boy back."

Yvonne gave her son a thoughful look, but said nothing.

Brian couldn't believe his luck.  He'd been worried about finding ways
to spend time with his little friend and here was his mother offering to
pay him; in fact,  she was as good as begging him!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Casey lay in his bed thinking about his big friend, Brian. Closing his
eyes, he visualized him as he'd seen him for the first time, when his
long, hairy legs had blocked his view of the TV. He pictured his lean
teen body, clad only in shorts, tee shirt and running shoes.  He
remembered the way they lay together on the couch, their legs
intertiwed, and the courage it had taken for him to extend his bare foot
and touch the crotch of the older boy's shorts.  The way Brian had
encouraged him.  Then he pictured them upstairs, first in the bathroom,
Brian assuring him he was "perfect" the way he was.  Then, in the
bedroom, where Brian had allowed him to examine and even touch his man
parts; they were so much bigger than his own.  And all that cool body hair!

His hand went to his own tiny, hairless genitals.  He so wanted them to
grow as big as Brian's. But the teen had said they were "perfect."  He
licked his lips, remembering the taste of the teen's cock in his mouth.
His little dick was throbbing almost painfully.  He felt the click of a
dry cum, then drifted off to sleep.

As promised, Barbara took Casey out for his belated birthday celebration
on Saturday.  After five days she was tired of hearing about Brian and
had to swallow her irritation when her son asked if he could invite the
teen.  "No, sweety.  I want this to be just the two of us."  She was
relieved when he dropped it.  They had a good time together.  As she
settled into bed that night she thought 'I'm getting my little boy back.'

The following Monday she learned that she'd have to go out of town the
next day for training and wouldn't be back until Wednesday or Thursday.
'That's the job,' she thought as she picked up the phone and made
arrangements for Brian to stay with her son, secure in the knowledge
that he would be in good hands.  On her way to work Tuesday she drove by
Brian's house.  Seeing him standing at the corner, she stopped and gave
him a key to the house.  "You can keep this key, Brian.  I want you to
think of our house as your second home.  You have my cell number.  I
left some money on the kitchen counter in case you need anything."

"Okay, Ma'am."  Blushing, Brian corrected himself.  "Okay, Barb. Don't
worry about Casey.  I'll take good care of him."

"I know you will, sweety."  Impulsively, the woman leaned forward and
kissed the teen on the cheek before getting into her car. 'Why'd I do
that,' she asked herself as she pulled into traffic.

Brian's cheek was still burning when he dropped into his seat next to
his staring friend.

"Who the fuck was that, dude," asked Jonah.  She's fuckin' hot!"

Brian was stumped for a moment then explained.  "Oh, she's a friend of
my mom's.  She hired me to watch her kid while she's outta town."

Jonah looked back at him.  "Dude!  You're babysittin' for a MILF. I'd
tap that."

Brian laughed.  "She's got better taste than that.  She'd never let you
get your little tiny dick anywhere near her snatch."  But he couldn't
help but think that his friend was right.  He really would tap that.  'I
wonder,' he thought, 'if Casey'd be jealous.'

Chapter Thirty

Casey struggled to hide his excitement when his mother informed him
she'd be going out of town again.  Luckily, she'd eased into the news,
giving Casey a chance to prepare.  By the time she finally got to it,
he'd formed his face into a semblance of annoyance and said "Again?  It
seems like you're always goin' away lately."

"It's okay, honey.  I'll only be gone a day or two and I asked Brian to
come and stay with you.  He'll be here tomorrow when you get home from
school."

He and Brian had talked about this, so Casey knew better than to act too
pleased.  "Oh, come on, Mom.  I told you.  I'm twelve now.  I don't need
a babysitter."

"Twelve is old enough to stay home alone a few hours, like you do after
school; but not overnight.  I'm not going to argue about this."

Chapter Thirty-One

Brian approached the Thomas house, a bag slung over his shoulder. Not
used to adults trusting him, he felt some pride at using his own key to
let himself into the empty house.  He quickly put his things in what he
was already starting to think of as his room, then went to the kitchen.
Quickly scanning the note Barbara had left for him, he used a magnet to
hang it on the refrigerator door.  He counted the money, "A hundred
bucks," he said to himself as he put it in his wallet.  Everything he
did made him feel more grown up.

Casey got home about thirty minutes later.  Dropping his backpack, he
ran into the living room, leapt into Brian's lap and kissed him.  "Brian!"

The older boy grunted in pain.  "Hey, baby boy!  Watch the family
jewels." The two boys cuddled and kissed for several minutes.
Inevitably, this broke down into several more minutes of roughhousing
before Brian looked out into the entrance hall.  In a mock severe adult
voice, he asked "Is that where your backpack goes, young man?"  He stood
up and added "Don't you think we'd better get you out of those school
clothes?"

Casey stood, grabbed his bag and ran up to his bedroom.  Brian locked
the front door then followed, pulling his shirt over his head as he
climbed the stairs. As if by mutual agreement they stopped in the
bathroom, their streams crossing as they peed. Once in the guest room
they took turns stripping one another and climbed into bed together.

"I missed you, baby boy."

Casey kissed his big friend and said "Me too."  He started kissing his
way down over the teen's hairless chest, then followed the trail of
peach fuzz down the middle of his belly to his cock, which was already
standing at attention.  Smiling up at him, he flicked the head with his
tongue and asked "Wadda you want, babysitter?"

Brian smiled.  "I want you, baby boy; but right now I want you to suck
my big, hairy cock."

That was all the twelve-year-old needed to hear.  He opened his mouth
wide, engulfed the swollen head and started to suck.  He reached down
with one hand and gently kneaded the teens big balls.  He'd learned that
Brian was exceptionally sensitive in the area between the base of his
balls and his anus, so reached through and tickled him there.  His
entire focus was on giving his big friend pleasure.

Brian stretched out his legs and reached up and grabbed the headbord,
imagining that he was tied spread-eagled to the bed, helpless.  That had
been one of his fantasies since he'd seen it in an internet video.  He
wondered if that idea would freak his little friend out and decided it
would.

It didn't take long before Brian was writhing about on the bed, on the
verge of orgasm.  He gasped "Stop," not wanting to cum quite yet.  He'd
learned about "edging" from the same video and wanted to try it.  He
pulled Casey up so he was sitting on his chest, then leaned his head
down and started licking and kissing his little dick and balls.  Smiling
up at him,he whispered. "You know you're perfect.  Right?"

Casey nodded down at him.  This position made the little boy feel
powerful.  He looked at the way Brian was holding onto the headboard,
his arms raised above his head, his hairy armpits exposed, and smiled.
Leaning forward, he gripped the teen's wrists and said "I've got you in
my power," using a hoaky germanic accent. His hairless pubis pressed
against the older boy's nose; between that and his genitals in his
mouth, this cut off his breathing.

Brian resisted the urge to fight as long as he could, but eventually the
need to breath overcame him and he pushed the little boy back  He was
struck, though, by the throbbing in his own genitals.  Being suffocated
that way had aroused him in a way that little else ever had.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Brian and Casey lay on the couch watching TV.  As usual, they were
naked.  They'd eaten dinner and cleaned up the kitchen together, and
were drifting, relaxed and happy in one another's arms.

"I ran into Tim Monday," said Casey into Brian's chest.  "He seems nice."

Puzzled for a moment, Brian started to ask "Who," but then it clicked.
"Oh.  Yeah.  I saw the other kid on the bus.  I didn't even know he rode
my bus."

Still wondering how Brian really felt about him, and about the question
of whether what they'd been doing meant they were "gay," Casey took a
deep breath and blurted out a few words.  "Tim's kinda cute.  Don't you
think?"

The older boy didn't answer for so long that Casey thought he hadn't
heard.  He'd just started to draw breath to speak again when Brian asked
"Why? Do you... ummm... like him?"

Missing the hint of jealousy in his friend's voice, Casey said "Yeah.  I
told you.  He's nice."  He hurried on. "I was thinkin' we could umm...
do stuff... like boardin' or somethin'... with him and Bobby."

Brian thought for several long moments before speaking.  He'd been
trying to figure out how to broach the subject of dating with his young
friend.  A tenth grader, he knew his friends would start to wonder if he
didn't start dating girls.  Besides which, he knew he wasn't exclusively
gay; he was actually attracted to girls -- 'and at least one woman,' he
thought, his mind flashing to Casey's mother.  This seemed as good a
time as any.

"Well," he started.  "You know I love you.  Right?"

Casey pulled back so he could see the older boy's face.  His tone
tentative, he said "Ummm... yeah... I guess so." This reminded him of
when his parents had sat him down and told him about the divorce.  That,
of course, had not had a good outcome.

Oblivious to the younger boy's distress, Brian went on.  "I really like
what we do together.  It's lots of fun.  Right?"

Casey didn't move.  He wished his friend would stop asking if he was
right and get on with it.  He was sounding more and more like his dad on
that horrible day.

"I don't wanna ever stop... doin' stuff... with you, Casey."  Only when
he pulled him against him did he notice that the boy's body had
stiffened.  "What's wrong?"

Casey rolled off the couch and scooted across the floor until his back
was pressed against the loveseat.  Tears in his eyes, he said "It sounds
like you're gettin' ready to dump me.  Just like my dad,  Just like
everybody."  It took all his self-control to stop him from bolting from
the house, as he had on what he thought of as "divorce day."

Brian sat up, a horrified look on his face.  "No!  That's not what I'm
sayin'.  I don't want to leave you, Casey."

He glared.  "Then, what the fuck do you want?"  Swearing was new to
Casey, but it seemed to empower him.

Brian sat very still.  'I'm really fuckin' this up,' he thought as he
considered what to say next.  Emphasizing the word 'Like,' he said "I
thought you were sayin' you like this other kid.  You said he was cute."

Casey visibly relaxed. "I just thought it'd be fun if we did stuff with
Tim and Bobby; that's all."  He smled.  "Tim's nice, and he is kinda
cute.  He says Bobby's really nice, too.  It'd be nice hangin' out with
kids we don't have to lie to.  Ya know?"

Moving slowly, Brian stood, crossed the room, and pulled Casey into his
arms.  "Look, baby boy.  We're just figurin' this stuff out, but I just
want you to know: I'm not goin' anywhere." He kissed the top of Casey's
head.  "I'll always be there for you, but if you wanna do... ummm...
stuff... with other boys... or girls... I'll be okay with that."  He
stroked his hands across the younger boy's narrow back.  "Okay, baby boy?"

Casey looked up into the sixteen-year-old's eyes.  Seeing only love
there, he nodded. Without a word, Casey slid down along Brian's body and
took his big cock and balls in his hands. Opening his mouth wide, he
took the head between his lips and started to suck.  Then he gently
squeezed the teens's heavy balls with his fingers.  He was determined to
show his big friend that he wanted only him.

Just then, the ringing phone caused the two boys to spring away from one
another as if burned.  Casey made his way to the phone. "It's probably
just my mom. Want me to tell her you can't come to the phone because of
your giant boner?"

Casey plucked the handset from its cradle.  His face took on a puzzled
expression when he glanced at the caller ID.  "Hello," he said, his
formal voice belying his lack of clothing. "This is the Thomas
residence."  He listened for a moment, then smiled and laughed.  "Hey,
Tim!  We were just talkin' about you!"  He listened some more, then said
"No, not my mom.  Brian.  I was tellin' him maybe we could get together
with you and Bobby and..."  He stopped and listened, then looked at
Brian and said "You wanna do something Saturday?"  Without waiting for
an answer, he spoke into the phone.  "How 'bout noon at the creek where
we met?"  He continued to look at Brian, waiting for an answer.

Brian scowled.  He still wasn't sure how he felt about his little friend
having a gay friend closer to his own age, but he nodded. "Yeah... that
sounds like fun."

Casey pressed [END] and put the phone on the table.  "That was weird. It
was like he could feel us talkin' about him.  Bobby was there with him,
so they'll both be there."

Just then, the phone rang again.  Casey snatched it up and answered
without looking at the caller ID.  "Hey, Tim!  Did you forget
something?"  He paused to listen, then flushed red,  "Hi, mom.  Sorry
'bout that.  I thought it was... ummm... a friend from school.  How's
your trip?"  They chatted back and forth for a few minutes, then Casey
held out the phone to the naked teen.  His voice loud enough to be
heard, he said "I guess she wants to check up on me."

As Brian took the phone, his little charge gripped his cock in one hand
and his balls in the other. Laughing as if this was the funniest thing
immaginable, he stroked him while he talked.

"Yes, ma'am... I mean Barb.  He's doin' good.  I was just about to go
over his homework with him."  He listened briefly, then, struggling to
keep his voice even as the younger boy stroked his erection, he said
"Don't worry.  I won't forget.  School night. In bed by nine.  Don't
worry.  I've got it."  He listened again, then said "Okay, Barb.  I'll
tell him."

Tossing the cordless phone on the table, Brian picked Casey up bodily
and carried him to the couch.  Laughing, he said "Jackin' me off while
I've talking to your mother is not acceptable, young man!"  He put the
smaller boy over his knees and spanked him, each contact more a caress
than an impact.  Then he turned him on his back and started stroking his
tiny penis.  "You try talkin' on the phone while somebody does this to you!"

The two boys collapsed onto the floor in helpless laughter

"You did your homework at school.  Right?"

When Casey nodded, Brian stood and pulled him to his feet.  "Get
upstairs and get ready for bed. I'll be up in a minute.

With that, everything was back to normal between Brian and Casey. Brian
wasn't enthusiastic about meeting Bobby and Tim, but he was willing to
go because Casey wanted it.  Neither boy knew what the future held, but
each was certain the other loved him, and that was enough.

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