Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 02:17:57 +0000
From: lostinspace1966@live.com
Subject: PLAYING TRAINS PART ONE

Playing Trains - Part One
Copyright Van T Z Boi 2009

(The usual disclaimers apply, remember please fantasy is just imagination an
be kind to each other)

(Again thank you for your comments on my stories so far, I am delighted
that so many people out there have found time to write and express their
feeling, it is wonderful to feel appreciated in this way, and many, many
thanks for your ideas and storyline suggestions, keep them coming.
Van T Z Boi)

	Archie knocked on the red painted door and took a pace backwards,
behind the closed door he could hear raised voices and then after a short
while the door flew open and a harassed looking woman, her long blue dress
covered with a large plastic apron that had teddy bears printed on it,
stood there.

	"Oh Archie, it is you, quickly come in, come in, thank you so much
for helping out, you're a godsend," and she hustled the youth inside.

	Archie looked around, the hall was well lit and tidy and the woman
who had let him in stood in front of the mirror in the hall stand quickly
applying make up to her face. She babbled on as she worked stuff onto her
eyes.

	"I won't be a moment, just let me try and finish this," she pursed
her lips applying lipstick to her lips and Archie stood still watching her.
"It's do good of you to give up your Friday evening for us, I hope we
haven't spoilt your evening too much?"

	Archie almost laughed, his plans for the evening were much the same
for the last few Friday's, as he had little money, jobs were scarce in the
small village and he and his mates would usually hang out around the chip
shop sharing a portion of chips amongst themselves, hurling lewd comments
at the girls who glared at the spotty youths as they clung onto the arms of
their much older and therefore much richer boyfriends on their way to the
cinema where back seat shenanigans would be their order of the night.

	So when his mother had looked up from the phone to say, "Did he
want to earn some money babysitting his old babysitter's kids?"  he had
jumped at the chance, anything to get some money although he intended to
keep quiet from his mates about where his sudden riches came from, after
all a fifteen year old boy can't really to be seen babysitting, 'it wasn't'
he thought for a moment and came up with 'manly'.

It turned out that Angela's usual babysitter had gone down with the
measles, there was about of it going around and the news had been delivered
very late for Angela to make other arrangements as all her other
substitutes were either out or ill too or had already been booked, it was
then she called Archie's mother hoping she could help out as she had helped
her out in the past. As his mother had a previous engagement it was she who
had suggested Archie, especially as he had already tried twice
unsuccessfully to tap her for more money, and so here he was about to earn
his first wage.

	He smiled at Angela as she continued to work on her face, he could
not believe that he was here babysitting his old babysitter's children and
he recalled the younger Angela sitting beside him in bed reading him his
bedtime story. He also shifted uncomfortably as he also remembered a couple
of occasions as a five year old when he had stole downstairs the obvious
wet patch on his pyjamas announcing the reason why he was crying with
embarrassment.

	The sound of footsteps on the stairs made him look up and he saw
Martin, Angela's husband walking down the stairs. He did not know Martin
well he had met him at Angela's wedding and then he guiltily recalled at
the evening reception trying to steal the icing of the plates of cut
wedding cake that had been left out whilst the staff fetched the pots of
tea and coffee; Archie blushed.

"Hello Archie isn't it," smiled Martin holding out his hand, "thank you for
helping out at such short notice," and then Martin spoke to Angela, "Marty
has had his bedtime story and is drowsy if not asleep," he checked his
watch, "and we need to step on it love, you know what the boss man's wife
is like about guests who arrive late for dinner."

"Yes dear," nodded Angela trying to apply eyeliner and spoiling the perfect
line as she nodded.

"What about Robin?" asked Martin as he checked his tie on the mirror behind
him.

"Robin," Angela shrieked, "Oh no, he's still in the bath I'd better."

Martin cut her short, "No we don't have time," and he turned to Archie,
"you can get him ready for bed can't you, just dry him, he can dress
himself, read him a story and if he won't stay down tell him I'll take away
his playstation for a whole week if he gets out of bed one more time."

Angela gave Archie an appealing look and Archie duly nodded, he need the
money after all.

As Angela finished her make up and got rid of the apron and did her best to
do something with her hair, Martin quickly showed him round the house.

 "Living room, satellite box, there's some biscuits in the tin, coke in the
fridge, don't give any to the kids or they'll stay awake all night," he
leant close to Archie, "and I know exactly how much beer and wine is in the
house so don't touch anything you shouldn't. Now both our mobile numbers
are written down plus the phone number of the house we are visiting; we are
almost walking distance away although we will be driving so just ring us in
any emergency," he smiled at Archie, "and no other people in the house,
last thing I want is to hear from my son's you had your girlfriend in
here. I was a teenager myself mate, so watch your step."

Archie nodded and reddened, 'girlfriend fat chance of that' he thought,
'shame about the beer but perhaps I'll be able to buy some after tonight.'

"Yes sir," he said out loud.

Angela slipping on her coat took Archie up to the bathroom to meet Robin.
The boy was playing with some bath toys and there was a lot of water and
suds around the bath instead of in it.

"Robin, here's Archie, you know him, he's going to put you to bed tonight,"
Angela said, Robin looked around and nodded, "you will be a good boy for
Archie, won't you?"

Robin nodded and said, "Lo Archie."

"Hi Robin," smiled Archie and then Angela was gone, he heard the front door
close and the sound of a car engine starting and moving away and Archie was
left alone with a wet and very sudsy Robin.

"Tell him ten minutes more playtime and then if he won't get out of the
bath, just pull the plug," Angela had whispered as she fled.

Archie stared at the happily playing boy and the mess wondering if he was
expected to clean it up as well.

"Ten minutes more playtime Robin, then bed," Archie said hopefully sternly
enough.

"Okay," grunted the boy continuing to try and sink his submarine.

No sure what to do Archie sat on the toilet seat watching the seven year
old playing. Robin was very much like his mother, blondish fair hair, deep
blue eyes and soft pinkish lips. Archie checked his watch, the ten minutes
'playtime' seemed to be taking ages and the second hand seemed to be going
backwards at one point but finally the ten minutes were up.

"Time's up Robin," said Archie, "you have to go to bed now."

"Okay," nodded Robin continuing to play with his toy.

Archie sat there for a moment and then said, "If you don't get out of the
bath I'm going to pull the plug."

"Okay," said Robin continuing to ignore him.

Archie stood up and pulled the plug.

"Hey I was about to do that," said Robin.

"No nonsense," said Archie, "or I'll ask your daddy to take away your
playstation."

A doleful Robin stood up, his body was soapy and sudsy in places. Archie
wondered what he was supposed to do next. He looked around for inspiration
and spied the piles of towels laid on a set of shelves. He picked up the
top one and turned to Robin.

"Not that one," sighed Robin, "that's daddy's, his towels are blue, mummy's
is pink, baby Marty has the light blue ones and the green ones are mine."

Archie refolded the wrong towel and picked up the large fluffy green towel,
it felt soft and cuddly in his hand. He approached Robin who shrank back.

"Now what?" asked Archie, thinking 'this babysitter lark is more
complicated than I thought.'

"You have to check I've washed properly, mum always insists, she says she
doesn't trust me 'cos I'm such a dirty boy," said Robin flatly.

"What do I have to do?" asked Archie, thinking back to his own bathtimes as
a child.

Robin held out his hands, "Finger's and nails," Archie checked, clean and
pink, Robin put one foot on the bath followed by the other and Archie
caught on, again clean and pink. "Ears inside and out," said Robin.

Archie checked, "They look okay to me," he said thinking, 'I'm getting the
hang of this.

"Hair," grinned Robin.

"Looks a bit soapy to me," said Archie and picked up the showerhead, "I'll
need to rinse you off."

Robin jumped back shrieking, "Too cold, it's freezing," and stood their
shaking his arms wrapped around himself.

Embarrassed at his stupid mistake Archie and adjusted the taps so the water
was warm. Robin held out a finger to test the stream and then
nodded. Archie knelt down by the bath and carefully rinsed off the suds,
making sure Robin's hair was squeaky clean which made Robin giggle as his
hair squeaked when Archie rubbed it.

"Now what?" asked Archie.

"You have to check my creases," smiled Robin and to Archie's amusement he
turned his back to Archie and bent over pulling open his pink bum cheeks
with his hands to show Archie his very clean puckered boy hole. Archie just
had to laugh and an annoyed Robin looked around at him, "What's funny?" he
demanded.

Archie repressed his amusement, "Nothing sorry," and at a loss as to what
to say added, "you just look so cute standing there."

"Oh," said Robin and added satisfied, "Mummy says that sometime."

Archie held out the towel confident the delightful show was at an
end. Robin shook his head and lifted first one leg and then the other,
Archie trying to keep a straight face nodded his approval of the clean pink
creases either side of Robin's tiny boy package.

"Now you have to check my willy cover," announced Robin, "only you have to
do that cos I hurt myself if I try."

'Willy cover?' thought Archie desperately as the boy stood facing him in
the bath his hands on his back his tummy pushed forward and then it hit
him, 'he means his foreskin' he thought looking at the limp two inches of
pink gristle, the wrinkled tip of which dripped a drop of water.

'I don't believe I'm doing this' he thought as he gingerly tried to ease
the wrinkled skin backwards. Robin chuckled and then laughed out loud as
Archie took the thin tube between his fingers and carefully rolled the
translucent skin back.

"Tickles," the boy laughed almost falling over in the bath and steadying
himself by grabbing Archie's arm before adding, "your hand feels different
to mummy's."

Archie had involuntary tightened his fingers around the boys little cocklet
at the unexpected grasp of Robin's hand and he felt Robin's cocklet begin
to stir and harden in his hand. Quickly he let go and shrugging of the boys
hand and trying to ignore the moving tube picked up the towel, wrapped it
around the boy and lifted him clear of the bath. Not sure of what to do he
recalled what his mother had done and sat back on the toilet seat with his
fluffy green bundle. Slowly he towelled the boy dry, Robin holding out each
bit of his body to be cuddled with the plump towel, then the boy jumped of
and stood on the floor presenting his backside to be towelled which Archie
did gingerly and then he turned around to present his groin to be dried and
Archie came face to face with Robin's now three inches long boy
dick. Archie reddened as he dabbed the towel around the boy's groin.

"I've got a stiffie," giggled Robin, "mummy always laughs when I get one
but daddy tells me not to worry 'co it will soon go down," he leaned close
to Archie and whispered, "daddy sometimes gets a stiffie in the morning
when he needs to pee bad, I know I've seen it."

Archie nodded and lifted the boy back on his lap gently towelling the boy
all over.

"Its perfectly normal," he said, "everyone gets one especially in the
morning."

Robin looked down where unconsciously Archie was stroking his little
dicklet, he liked the feeling of Archie's hand on his willy it felt
nice. He watched the teenager ease his willy cover as he called it up and
down and twitched in response to the pleasant sensation.

"That's nice," he smiled at Archie, "mummy never does that."

Horrified Archie pulled his hand away, 'why did I do that,' he asked
himself.

"Now where are your pyjamas?" he asked.

Robin pointed to a small pile of clothes on top of the toilet, it was a top
and shorts combination. Archie quickly buttoned the light blue shirt top
and then Robin stepped into the loose blue shorts.

"Shirt inside or out?" Archie asked.

"Out," said Robin decisively.

"Now what do I do?" asked Archie.

"You clean the bathroom whilst I clean my teeth," replied Robin, "at least
that's what mummy always does."

Archie complied, whilst Robin scrubbed away with his toothbrush he swirled
the bath around with the shower and then stacked the toys on the rack
finally using the fluffy green towel to wipe up the worst excesses of suds
and water on the tiled floor.

"Okay?" asked Archie.

"I think it will do," replied the boy solemnly.

"What's next?" Archie said.

"Bow you have to read my bedtime story," announced Robin, "mummy always
does that in her bedroom so we don't disturb Marty."

"If not sure I should go into your parent's bedroom," said Archie, "perhaps
it would be better if I did it in the living room."

"Okay," agreed Robin, "but I'll have to get the book from mummy's bedside
table."

Archie followed the boy and waited outside the master bedroom whilst Robin
got his book. Downstairs Robin climbed onto Archie's lap, wriggled to make
himself comfortable and Archie began to read. He was pleased to see the
book was a modern interpretation of 'Treasure Island' and found he quite
liked the feel of the boy on his lap as he read, Robin leaning back to rest
his head on Archie's chest.

As he read on Archie became aware his own cock was beginning to thicken and
he felt his erection forming, worse of all he found he was unable to
control it. Robin had also noticed something because he kept shifting round
and looking down but this just added to the friction making his cock even
harder. He tried to adjust himself but Robin then sat up and giggled.

"You've got a stiffie too."

Archie looked down and to his surprise Robin's cocklet was standing up hard
and stiff outside the side of his shorts, he watched the thin pink tube
pulse, it almost seemed to be pulsing in time with is own. Robin looked at
him expectantly and then said impatiently.

"Go on touch it, like in the bathroom," he imperiously.

Archie stopped reading, he didn't understand why he did it but he laid the
book down and carefully began to stroke the pink boy rod, noticing how hard
it was this time feeling the soft strength of the three-inch tube and he
admired the translucent pick cock head as he exposed the glans to
view. Robin sighed and laid his head back against Archie's chest as Archie
continued to stroke him with gentle motions.

After a few minutes in which they found their breaths were almost in synch
with each other Robin thoughtfully put his hand down directly on top of the
lump in Archie's trousers that was his cock and gently squeezed the
throbbing pole. Archie gasped and then sighed at the pleasant feeling of
someone else's hand on his dick.

"Yours feels bigger than daddy's," said Robin surprising Archie.

Archie looked at the boy, "You've felt your daddy's co, willy?" he asked
remembering to change his words just at the last moment.

"Well it sometimes happens when I sit on daddy's lap," Robin said, "but he
just laughs and moves me off his lap although one time when we were on a
train he just moved it inside his pants so it was straight and sat me back
down on it, it fitted my bum crack," Robin giggled at this and explained,
"the train was crowded and his lap was the only place to sit but it soon
went down."

Archie laughed and squeezed the boy. Robin continued to squeeze the lump as
Archie stroked him and then he put his head on one side and asked
innocently, "Could I see it," he reddened, "to see if it is as big as
daddy's."

Archie himself went bright red and then his horny teenage hormones took
over, he lifted Robin up and sat him down on the sofa and quickly unzipped
his jeans dropping them to his ankles, his light blue trunks bulged
voluminously, his cock was probably the hardest it had ever been, he raised
his hips of the sofa preparing to pull down the trunks and then looked at
Robin, concerned at what he about to do.

The boy looked at him and at the straining bulge and whispered, "it's
allright I won't tell."

Archie carefully teased the waistband over the edge of his cock and slipped
the trunks down to rest on his jeans, his cock sprang up between his legs,
the taut foreskin half way down his helmet and a glisten of pre-cum could
be seen forming at the cock slit. Robin stared at the thick seven inches of
teen cock thoughtfully and then he gingerly reached out and wound his hand
around the cock head and stroked his hand up and down as Archie had done to
him. Archie gasped at the so pleasant sensation, no one had ever touched
his cock and he found the experience heart beating. For a long moment Robin
continued to stroke up and down the tube of teen flesh.

"You are bigger than daddy," he said admiringly and Archie felt a flush of
pride at the remark.

Robin then took his hand away and Archie all but groaned in dismay but to
his surprise Robin simply pulled his own shorts down and then took Archie's
hand in his directing it back to his cocklet whilst he again began to
stroke Archie as before. Archie settled back he placed his arm around
Robin's shoulder and cuddled the boy closer and they carried on caressing
each other.

Archie relaxed enjoying the sensation of another hand on his cock rubbing
slowly up and down, for a moment he wondered about telling Robin about when
he ejaculated and then he half smiled to himself imagining the look of
surprise on the boys face when it happened. Laughing to himself he slowly
caressed Robin's cock wondering if the boy could have a dry cum, recalling
that he had discovered his own cock at six years of age but his mother and
father kept directing him away from it until he was older when he
discovered the delights of spunking. His sexual flights of fancy took off
and then he was aware that Robin's hand had loosened and then stopped, he
opened his eyes to find the boy was nodding his head almost asleep. Archie
stopped stroking the boy.

"Come on Robin," he whispered time for bed and he found himself gently
kissing the soft lips.

Robin twitched and then drowsily said, "Yeah, okay," his hand falling away
from Archie's cock.

Archie gently pulled Robin's shorts back up and half dressed himself, his
cock felt very uncomfortable so he adjusted his trunks so they were
underneath his balls and he left his fly open, the tight jeans held up by
this thighs. Carefully he picked the sleepy boy up and carried him upstairs
to bed.

He opened the boys bedroom door carefully, Marty was fast asleep, a small
lump in one of the beds and he tenderly he laid the boy in his bed,
covering him up with the spiderman duvet. He kissed the boy again.

"Goodnight," he whispered.

Robin blinked and opened his eyes and kissed him back, "G'night Archie," he
said softly and then he leaned forward and gently grasped Archie's
protruding cock, "G'night Archie's big willy," he said before kissing the
sticky tip adding, "time for you to go to sleep too," then he fell back on
his pillow and curled into his bed, dead to the world.

Archie gasped and tensed at the delicate touch of the boys lips on his cock
he had almost ejaculated and it took a great deal of will to stop himself
from wanking himself to climax straight away. Embarrassed he hurried out of
the room quietly closing the door and headed for the bathroom. Once inside
he quickly began to stroke himself, images of Robin playing with his cock,
kissing his cock, sucking his cock, 'Oh God sucking his cock' flooded his
mind and as he imagined drowning the boys mouth with spunk he thrust high
into the air and spunked heavily his eight ropes of sperm shooting across
the bathroom floor flying everywhere. For a moment he stood elated, his
jeans halfway down his legs, his trunks half way down his thighs and then
he saw the mess he had made on the bathroom floor, to his eyes it was worse
than the mess Robin had made. Desperately he grabbed the damp green towel
from out of the linen bin and knelt down to wipe up every trace of his
semen.

Back downstairs normality set in and he grabbed some crisps and a coke from
the kitchen and sat in front of the television searching through the
satellite channels until he found a violent film to watch, then he settled
back and let the mindless violence drive the images imprinted on his
mind. An hour later he woke up, confused for a moment as to where he was
and then he sat bolt upright as his memory flooded back; as the horny
images again imprinted back in his brain he anguished and turned to the
television to divert his thinking, unfortunately the film was now
concentrating on the young boy that had been kidnapped and he was
confronted of scenes of a young boy not unlike Robin, half undressed in now
dirty and torn white briefs and ragged vest tied up on a bed and his cock
just erupted through his still open fly.

Unable to control himself he rushed upstairs but this time he had the
presence of mind to lay out the damp green towel and kneeling down he
relieved his heavy balls of yet another load of teenage cum, exploding
again at the erotic and arousing thought of Robin not only sucking his cock
but 'Oohhhh' swallowing his cum. He knelt on the tiles, the green towel
speckled with white silver strands and bowed his head almost in reverence
at the scene inside his head. A few reflective minutes later he sighed and
slowly stood up, depositing the towel in the linen bin and stole downstairs
not bothering to hide his semi erect cock that hung outside his jeans.

This time he stuck to the documentary channel and absorbed himself in an
enlightening programme about dinosaurs which managed to divert his mind for
a good hour. Some more coke and half the packet of biscuits later and he
felt ready to try something else so he opted for a comedy channel and when
he heard the car returning he found it easy to stuff his now flaccid cock
back inside his jeans, a quick glance around showed only the slight mess of
two cans of coke plus the half unwrapped biscuits and the crisp packet, it
was the work of a moment to tidy those and he was already on his feet to
greet Angela and Martin as they walked through the front door.

"Any problems," Angela asked, she looked more relaxed as did Martin who
strode in behind her.

"No," Archie replied, "Marty slept the whole time and once I got Robin out
of the bath," 'careful' he told his almost rising cock, "he was soon asleep
as I read him his book," and then he added, "Robin fetched it from your
bedroom, I hope that was okay?"

Angela brought her hand to her mouth, "Oh!" she explained and giggled, "i
forgot about that."

Martin came up behind her, "I think someone needs to get to bed quickly,"
and he winked at Archie.

Angela half waved at them both and trotted happily upstairs.

"Sorry about that," grinned Martin, "I should have warned her about the
dessert it was more sherry than trifle. Look thanks for tonight it was an
important dinner for me, the boss is very strong on 'family' within the
firm but he forgets how it was for parents with young kids, even his grand
children are adults now." Martin genuinely smiled at Archie and then took
his wallet from his pocket and handed Archie a twenty pound note and a five
pound note. "I believe your mother agreed twenty pounds for the night the
extra is for getting Robin out of the bath and into his bed, no mean small
feat."

"Gee thanks Mr Jenkins," Archie said delighted.

"You okay to get home alone?" said Martin.

Archie nodded, it was only half past twelve, "Sure," he said, "Friday is my
late night, mum worries more about Saturday and off course I've school
Monday so Sunday is an early night anyway."

"Again thanks then," said Martin shaking his hand and easing him out of the
door.

Archie found himself looking at Martin between the legs and recalling
Robin's admiring remark about the size of his cock turned to proudly stride
down the path, by the gate he was heavily erect, a condition which lasted
until he was able to take care of when he finally lay naked in his
bed. Again it was the enduring image of Robin's mouth on his cock that
brought him off, dousing his cum rag with a more than usually heavy load of
teen cum and again half an hour later, at last he finally fell asleep.

The next morning he woke up happy and feeling 'sexy' he decided; the
euphoria lasted until he was washing his cum rag out noting not only how
damp it was with his cum but also how strongly his cum smelt, it was then
that he found himself looking at himself in the mirror and imagining Angela
finding his cum stained green towel, horror set in and he trembled, then he
had visions of Robin telling daddy, 'Archie has a bigger willy than you do
daddy' followed by 'mummy why don't you stroke my willy like Archie does
when you read me my bedtime story.' For the rest of the morning Archie
startled everytime the phone rang or the doorbell rang imagining Angela or
worse Martin raging at him for what he had done. It was just after lunch
when he had began to feel calm again that the phone rang and his mother
answered it and then looked at him.

"Its Angela," she said, "she wants to speak to you," and she held out the
handset.

The bottom of Archie's world dropped and he felt an ache in his balls that
bore no relation to the ache he had experienced when wanking about images
of Robin, his hands trembled as he took the phone from his mother and held
it to his ear.

"Archie here," he squeaked his voice suddenly an octave higher and his
mouth and throat went dry.

"Hi Archie," said Angela, "I just wanted to say thank you for looking after
the boys, Robin thinks you are the best babysitter ever so you obviously
made a hit there. I hope they were no trouble?"

"Er no," squeaked Archie, 'what's wrong with my voice' he worried, "Er, ar,
Robin made a bit of a mess in the bathroom, I, I, er used his towel to
clean up as best I could," at last his voice was returning to normal, "I
just put it in the linen bin was that okay?" 'did he sound desperate
towards the end then' he wondered.

"That was so sweet of you," Angela said, "I did not expect you to do that
and I am very grateful; but I can assure you Marty is just the same too,
that's why I have those huge big fluffy towels, they soak up everything the
boys can throw on the floor and walls, I'm glad I insisted that we had the
room completely tiled. Off course Martin and I had already showered getting
ready for our night out so the bin was fill of used towels, I just chucked
them in the washing machine this morning, normally I do it at night but I'm
afraid the trifle did for me last night, Martin told me about it this
morning, I hope I wasn't to embarrassing when I got home?"

"On no, no not at all," a relived Archie replied, the ache in his balls
changing.

 "Well I just wanted to say a proper than you," said Angela, "now I'll say
goodbye and can you pass me back to your mother I need some advice please."

"Goodbye," said Archie and handed the handset back to his mother, "Angela
wants to talk to you."

His mother took the phone and after a minute gave Archie a long heavy
glance and said, "My Archie, well wonders will never cease," then her look
changed to one of concentration and she said, "well I usually use white
wine but someone told me," Archie moved away he had lost interest in the
conversation besides his cock was letting him know it wanted his total
attention, he headed for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, his balls now empty and his cock a more normal size he
sauntered back into the kitchen where his mother was already preparing
dinner.

"Angela thinks you are a wonderful boy," she said, "quite the little man."
Archie glowed a little and his mother dug her elbow gently into his side,
"obviously she has forgotten that little boy that wet his bed."

"Mum!" Archie was horrified.

"Well perhaps your not quite the little man," she laughed and then she
embarrassed him by hugging him, "but you are getting there."

Red faced and embarrassed and a little bit proud Archie hustled himself
away.

That night he hung around the chip shop with his mates this time the chips
were on him and his mates gladly stuffed down the three bags of chips plus
the whole bottle of coke as they congratulated him on his new wealth.

"So what is this new job?" Andy asked him.

Archie blushed and then luckily enough one of the 'tarts' walked by
balancing on her sisters high heels and they began to take the mickey out
of the poor girl so that she unsuccessfully tried to run on the two tall
heels causing them to hoot with laughter at her ungainly gait. By the time
they had calmed down the chips were gone and more girls began to appear
ripe for more teenage abuse so the question of the new job didn't arise
again. Archie's problem now was he could not get images of Robin and his
hand and mouth out of his mind whenever he wanked.

It was on Wednesday afternoon that he was walking home through the park, he
and the gang had been playing a mad game of football after school and he
was hot and happily tired as he made his way home when he heard someone
call. He looked around to see Robin waving wildly at him; he slowed to let
the boy catch up.

"Hi Robin," he said, "what are you doing out alone?"

"I've been playing on the swings I was going to walk home with my mate Jack
and his mum but then I saw you and thought I could walk home with you, so I
told his mother I was," beamed the boy.

Archie smiled and then he felt Robin's hand in his, he liked the warm
touch.

"Why are you so hot?" asked Robin.

"I've been playing football with my mates," replied Archie now conscious of
a stirring between his legs.

"Did you score any goals?" asked Robin.

"We were practising scoring tonight," replied Archie, "so yes I scored a
lot of goals but I also missed a lot too," and he found he had to put his
hands inside his shorts to adjust the position of his cock which was now
fully erect. His school uniform was scrunched up inside his schoolbag all
he wore was his shorts and sweatshirt.

"You've got another stiffie!" exclaimed Robin and he placed his other hand
on the obvious bulge.

Archie looked around concerned that someone might see but there was no one
on the path. Robin continued to squeeze Archie's cock and he looked down at
the cute boy.

"Do you want to do what we did the other night?" he whispered.

Robin nodded his head enthusiastically, "Ohhh yes, I liked that, your willy
feels so hot and strong and I like to when you wriggle when I squeeze it,"
he chuckled delightfully.

Archie hurried them off the path, "How long before you have to be home?" he
asked.

Robin thought for a moment, "I must be home by six," he announced.

Archie checked his watch, 'that gives us about a quarter of an hour to have
some fun' he thought. Quickly he found a grassy spot covered by a leafy
bush and yanked his towel out of his bag, he sat down on the towel leaning
against the bag. Robin sat down beside him and both of them slipped off
their shorts, Robin having to also pull down his spiderman briefs.

"I thinks it's got bigger," said an admiring big eyed Robin as he began to
pump away at Archie' dick.

Archie glowed with cock pride as he quickly stroked the stiff cocklet.

"Hey your willy's sticky," said Robin looking closely at Archie's cock
where it was oozing pre-cum, "what's that stuff?" and he leant forward to
sniff it, "smells sweet," he decided.

"That's called pre-cum," explained Archie, "you see when you get older you
make stuff in your balls, that's called sperm and its what babies are made
from, but to put the seed or sperm inside a woman so she can have a baby
you need to make it easy to move your," he thought for a moment and
continued, "your willy cover, you have to oil or lubricate it so it can
move up and down with out hurting, that's what this stuff does."

"Oh," Robin was a bit mystified, "why does it smell sweet?"

"i don't know," said Archie and a 'nasty' thought entered his mind, "it
tastes nice though," he had no idea it if did but 'it was worth a try', he
thought.

Robin studied the now pre-cum drippy cock head and to Archie's delight he
stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and gingerly licked at one of
the dribbles of the clear liquid. Archie almost came at the delicate touch
of the tongue but managed to control himself. The pink tongue tip now
coated with the strange liquid disappeared between the soft pink lips and
Archie watched anxiously for the boys reaction. Robin moved his tongue from
one side of his mouth to the other and then Archie saw him swallow making
his cock lurch again.

Robin beamed a bright smile, "It is sweet!" he exclaimed, "and it tastes
nice," and he began to lick Archie's cock like a lollipop causing the horny
teenager to writhe and wriggle. Archie could not believe how good the boys
tongue felt, he also felt hot and wrestled his sweatshirt off lying almost
naked in the afternoon sun. As Robin licked Archie felt it happening, he
could feel his cum moving up from his balls. Robin was now lying to one
side, his head on Archie's tummy as he licked and licked at the copious
flowing liquid. Archie knew he had to warn the boy.

"Er Ohh, ahh, Robin," he grunted, "careful I'm going to, I'm going to , Ohh
urgghhh," and his cock erupted sending six streams of hot teenage cum
straight into Robin's licking tongue, each shot landing somewhere on the
boys face.

Archie slumped back amazed by the strength of his climax breathing huge
gasps of oxygen to bring his beating heart under control. Robin stood stock
still, stunned by what had happened as the other strange liquid dribbled
down his face forming a pool of cum on Archie's stomach, filling in the
boys belly button.

"What happened?" Robin asked his voice worried.

"I'm sorry, so sorry," sighed Archie, "I, I tried to warn you but you did
such a good job of licking my cock that it happened before I could say
properly. You licked my sperm right out of me."

Robin put his hand up to his face and wiped his cheek then he looked at the
pearly substance, "Does this taste nice too?"

Archie spoke truthfully, "I don't know, some people say it's nice others
that's it horrible. You'll just have to make your own mind up."

Robin being an inquisitive and adventurous boy as most seven year olds are
simply licked his fingers and then wiped some more of his hands and licked
some more. Again Archie watched as the probing tongue worked its way around
the boys' mouth and then a smirk appeared on his face.

"Well I like it," he announced and proceeded to wipe more and more of
Archie's cum into his mouth finally bending down to lick the pool around
Archie's belly button before moving on to lick the rest that was dribbling
off Archie's cock.

Archie almost shot again as the tiny tongue worked its magic, then he
remembered the time and checked his watch.

"Robin, we have to get going or you'll be late," Archie almost wailed more
with frustration than the need to get the boy home on time.

Robin immediately dressed as Archie wiped the boys face clear using his
towel then he cleaned himself up making sure he cleaned any outstanding
mess; he too quickly dressed and shouldered his bag and they quickly strode
home. Mindful of Robin's safety Archie watched from the end of the road as
he made sure Robin got home out of harm's way before heading homewards
himself.

"Oh there you are," said his mother, "you just missed Angela, can you call
her back but better leave it until after dinner as she was just serving the
boys theirs, she and Martin will be eating later she told me."

Archie's face fell and the familiar feeling in his balls began again, 'did
I clear up all evidence of my spunk' he wondered or did Robin say something
and he worried himself all through dinner toying with his food until his
stomach settled and he managed to clear his plate. Halfway through dinner
the phone rang.

"Archie," his father called, "its Angela for you."

Leaden footed Archie took the handset.

"Hello Archie," said Angela, "sorry if I've disturbed your dinner but I've
just got a few free moments before Martin gets in," she sounded unconcerned
decided Archie and his hopes and heart rose again, "the reason I called,"
she continued, "is that we both enjoyed last Friday, it was a real treat to
get away but it was business for Martin so for most of the evening it was
work to him. Martin and I have had very few evenings to ourselves, having
the children so close together and we haven't been dancing for ages. It
turns out that there is a dinner dance at the Golf Club this Friday night,
now normally we can't attend but as the boys, well at least Robin got on so
well with you last time Martin I wondered if you were prepared to give up
your Friday evening again so we could go out together," Archie's heart
leaped higher and his cock erupted to a full blown erection, he had to turn
away to make sure his father did not see the huge tent that appeared in his
shorts. Angela continued, "obviously we would pay you for your time but the
dance goes on till one in the morning so we should be home by one thirty at
the latest, it does mean we will pay you more but as its so late you'll
need to get your parents to approve. What do you think?"

"Its fine by me," squeaked Archie, 'oh no, my voice has done it again' he
cringed.

"Well I'd better speak to your father or mother then," said Angela, "can
you pass me over as Martin will need to phone tonight to make sure he can
secure tickets for the dance."

Archie willed his cock to go down which it wouldn't and in the end he
pulled his sweatshirt down hard hoping it would disguise the lump and
avoiding his father he handed the phone to his mother.

"I'll just check with his father," he heard his mother say and his heart
dropped, he was sure his father would not approve of the late night. He
noticed at the mention of his father his cock had subsided and this helped
him relax.

Archie tried to overhear the conversation but after he heard his father say
loudly' how late' the discussion dropped to such low tones he was unable to
hear anything.

"Archie!" he heard his father call.

Trembling Archie stood before his father his hands behind his back, fingers
crossed.

"This babysitting thing?" his father said, "what are you doing with the
money?"

Archie felt he was on safe ground, "I save two thirds of it and spend the
rest," he said hoping his father did not ask what he was saving up for,
there were a couple of games he wanted and with his pocket money it took
ages to save especially as he just had to buy stuff sometimes, like the
chips with his mates.

His father nodded approvingly, 'the boy is being sensible about what he
does with the money, saving it not splashing it out on those damned
computer games he likes so much'.

"I'm not happy about the late time," his father grumbled. Archie's heart
thudded ominously, "but the money is good and I understand they will put a
mattress in the boys room so you can sleep in there if you feel tired and
be able to respond if the boys wake up and need attention." Archie began to
squirm, his cock was erupting again and he was standing right in front of
his father, 'hurry up dad' he willed. "So in the circumstances you have our
permission for this one time," said his father, "but this doesn't mean I
approve of such late nights, you're still only fifteen, if your schoolwork
suffers son, there will be an end to this."

"Yes dad," answered Archie and abruptly spun around and headed for the
toilet where he hurriedly dropped a load, he was saving the bigger and best
for later.

Back downstairs he attacked his dinner with new found zeal and even managed
to sweet-talk a second helping of ice-cream out of his mother. After
helping clean the table and load the dishwasher he headed up to his bedroom
to work on his homework and something else.

Once his homework was finished he went back downstairs to get a cool drink,
his mother would not allow anything fizzy that late so he settled for
squash and making sure his parents were settled watching a film together he
went back to his computer. He typed in 'cock sucking techniques' and a list
of sites came up, Archie clicked on the first one which was headed,
'Fellatio or Oral sex (cock sucking) for beginners.'

He found the article quite helpful, the instructions given were in simple
terms and he began to understand why he had reacted to astonishingly to the
subtle touch of Robin's tongue. The article had graphics to demonstrate
pertinent points which Archie admitted he found arousing but at the end of
the article Archie noticed there was an attachment, he clicked on it and in
seconds a video began. Archie gasped it was a close up view of a man having
his cock sucked, he watched the video intently and then the screen panned
backwards and Archie was shocked to see it was a man sucking the other
man's cock. Stunned he paused the video and checked the site to discover it
actually was a gay site, then he realised the pertinence of the sentence in
the article which said, 'as a man knows what another man feels then it is
considered that a man will give the better oral sex experience.'

Archie returned to the video and watched as the cock in question was sucked
to climax, the video showed the sucker's mouth full of spunk before it was
swallowed down. Archie's cock had again trembled at this, he viewed the
video again and found he was unable to stop himself wanking himself, coming
almost as the same time as the man in the video. Still aroused he
downloaded the video clip to a spare disc, 'this could be useful for
training Robin' he thought. He noted there were other links on the page to
other articles and he wrote the page details down for future use.

That night before he went to bed he viewed the clip again and when he
climbed into bed he substituted Robin's face and mouth for the man in the
clip doing the sucking and again he climaxed fiercely as he pictured Robin
swallowing his load, his cum rag was drenched again but he fell immediately
asleep a sexy smirk on his face.

Friday night could not come fast enough and he experienced a disturbed
Thursday night anticipating and worried about what would actually happen
but at last freshly showered, smelling of a double dose of deodorant and
stinging after applying some aftershave to both his face and his cock, 'not
doing that again' he decided, it was an overheard remark in the playground
that had produced the aftershave idea, Archie was still to young to shave
but he had heard the older boys talking and one was boasting that his
girlfriend would only suck him if he smelt good so he had rubbed some
popular aftershave on it 'and she had loved it', the boy boasted.

Archie carried his bag, it contained his homework which he had to do, some
shorts to sleep in if it proved necessary and tucked in the pocket the
disc, he hoped Martin would let him use his computer, he'd seen it set up
in what he assumed was a study and it was a good set up.

Martin opened the door to his knock, Archie thought he looked quite
handsome as he was more relaxed.

"Hello Archie," he smiled, "come in, the boys are just finishing watching a
dvd and then it will be time for Marty's bedtime, Robin can go a half an
hour later it means Marty will fall asleep with no distractions we found if
you try and put them both down together it's a recipe for disaster."

Archie stepped into the house and dropped his bag by the hallstand.

"Just one thing," said Martin, "I've just spoken to your parents and we are
both concerned about you going home so late at night so we have agreed that
you will stay over and go home in the morning, I hope that's allright with
you."

Archie felt his cock leap, he had never thought about that, 'if tonight
went well then perhaps in the morning', he brought his mind back to
earth. "Mr Jenkins that's fine with me and I must admit I prefer the
arrangement, there is one thing I would like to ask. I have brought some
homework with me to do but some of it is on disc, reference stuff and such
and I have to write a report which will go on the disc, it saves on paper
for the school and the copy everything to the school database, but I don't
have a laptop and I wondered if it was possible to use your computer to do
my homework?" Archie felt he sounded lame.

Martin considered the request, "I am not too happy about letting you use
the computer although I do let the boys use but only under direct scrutiny
I am aware of the way teenagers and even younger boys use the internet so
only I have access to the password," Archie's heart sank, "but if its just
a disc you need to look at and then write a report well I do have a laptop,
it does belong to my firm but it does not access my internet set up so if I
let you use that then you will still be able to do your work and I would be
happier knowing that my own system is not being improperly used. Is that
acceptable?"

"Oh yes Mr Jenkins," nodded Archie," 'a laptop was better he could use it
almost anywhere' he thought.

Archie was even more impressed when he saw the laptop it was streets ahead
of his own computer set up and he wondered if next time he could bring
along some of his games to play on it, the graphics card would really make
the games come alive, he was not short coming in his appreciation.

"Wow Mr Jenkins, this is absolutely ace, this laptop is awesome," he
thrilled, "its heaps better than my computer set up. Excellent. Thank you
so much."

"Hmm," grinned Martin, "perhaps I should deduct the rental of the laptop
from your baby sitting fee."

Archie's face fell just a little, 'there had to be a catch' he thought.

"That's fine Mr Jenkins," Archie replied a little dully.

 Martin laughed and clapped him on the back, Archie shaking a little under
the friendly blow.

"I'm joking Archie," grinned Martin, "go on you can use the laptop, no
charge, just the chance to get Angela and I away on our own is worth a
fortune to us."

Archie went through to the living room, the boys were sitting together on
the sofa watching a Star Wars dvd, it was the first of the new ones and
after a quick greeting he sat between the boys to watch the rest of the
film. Robin snuggled up to him and once his father was out of the room
squeezed him between the legs, Archie was quite glad he had come prepared,
under his shorts he wore no underwear and the bulky sweat shirt would hide
any 'lumps' that might stick up. He also risked a quick squeeze of his own
and found that Robin's stiffie was just as hard as his was.

The taxi now arrived as Martin and Angela were both drinking they weren't
going to drive.

"Goodnight boys," smiled Angela, "be good for Archie and go to bed when you
are told and Archie that means you too, see you all in the morning. Oh
Archie if the phone rings it might be your mother to check on you, she
wants to be sure you're happy to sleep over but your father prefers it as
much as we do. Bye boys," and he was alone with the boys.

Robin immediately slid his hand into Archie's shorts and began to play with
his cock. Marty engrossed in the film appeared oblivious to what Robin was
doing although his hand and its movements were covered by the bulky
sweatshirt, Archie spread his legs a little wider and watched the film to
the end enjoying the wonderful sensations as Robin caressed his sticky
pole. As the end credits rolled Marty sank back against the sofa and
sighed.

"Time for bed Marty, whispered Archie.

"S'pose," yawned the five year old and Archie scooped him up and cuddled
him all the way up the stairs. Robin rewound the dvd to the chase sequence
as Archie put Marty to bed.

Upstairs Marty cleaned his teeth under Archie's supervision and peed in the
toilet, Archie made the boy wash his hands and then he scooted the boy into
bed. Marty lay back sucking on his thumb as Archie read two pages of his
bedtime book, halfway down the second page the boy was obviously asleep but
Archie waited for another minute to make sure, then he headed downstairs.

As he walked Archie slid the sweatshirt off and entering the room he kicked
off his trainers and socks and slid down his shorts, Robin was sitting on
the sofa and he greeted Archie with a big smile, he was also naked and his
cocklet still stood up stiff. Giggling Archie sat down and went to kiss
Robin but the boy was already licking at his cock. 'Wow' thought Archie,
'this looks like being a suck of a night'.

"Where's the sweet stuff?" asked a perplexed Robin.

"I'm not ready to produce that stuff yet," explained Archie, "don't forget
I've being doing boring things like putting Marty to bed. Anyway I've got
something special to show you."

"What!" Robin was excited.

"Here let me get the laptop going," said Archie and the looking at Robin
added, "you know this is just between us don't you?" he was not sure if the
boy understood the need not to say anything.

"Course," grinned Robin, "I know about how to keep a secret," and he looked
at Archie, "it is a secret isn't it?"

"Oh definitely," grinned Archie and left it at that.

He placed the laptop on the coffee table and inserted the disc, he set the
clip to play and put it on full screen, the expensive laptop made the clip
even more distinct and Archie appreciated the high definition of the
graphics, you could even see the hair on the cocksucker's upper lip where
he needed a closer shave. Robin watched intently as the man in the clip
finally came and the sperm was seen in the other man's mouth. He put his
head on one side and looked at Archie's cock and the still picture of the
man in the process of swallowing.

"Think you can do that?" whispered Archie, his balls aching.

To be continued

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