Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 14:09:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wade Grows Up - Chapter One - The Sitter's Boyfriend

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It
contains descriptions of sexual activities between an
older teenager and a young boy.  If you are not over
18 years of age, or if you find this type of story
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you are, then please DON'T READ IT!  If you choose to
read it, then please enjoy.  More chapters will
follow.

                WADE GROWS UP

          Chapter One - The Sitter's Boyfriend

My name's Wade, and what I'm about to tell you
happened to me many years ago when I was a child.  I
was an only child.  My father had died when I was a
baby, and my mother never remarried, so it was just
the two of us.  I remember being well liked by all of
the adults I came into contact with.  They all told my
mother how well behaved, pleasant, and friendly I was.
They all thought I was really cute too.  I was kind of
short and skinny and had longish straight bleach
blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes.  My skin was
usually pretty light, because I tended to burn badly
if I got into the sun.

My story begins when I was 11-1/2 years old.  It was
late June, and school had just let out for the summer.
 My mother worked full-time, and had to hire a
babysitter to look after me while she was at work.  We
had a neighbor - Rhonda - who was almost 18.  She was
looking for work, and since she and I got along pretty
well, Rhonda got the job.

Now Rhonda had a boyfriend named Fred.  Mom told
Rhonda it was OK if he came by while she was sitting
for me, but nobody else was allowed to come over.
Fred didn't have a job, so we saw a lot of him.  I
really liked him a lot.  He was really nice to me,
didn't treat me like I was a pest like most older guys
would treat a kid like me.  There were times when he
was over that he'd goof around with me.  He even
wrestled around with me sometimes. I liked that a lot!
 Being a boy who had no father figure, I was always
searching for an older guy to hang around with.  Fred
was 18 and had straight long black hair and dark brown
eyes.  He was tall and skinny.  His skin was smooth
and he was already pretty darkly tanned.  He didn't
have much body hair, just some in his pits, and a
little line that ran downward from his navel and
disappeared into his jeans.  He was gorgeous.  Yeah -
I already kind of knew at that point that I liked boys
better than girls.  My friends were all starting to
notice girls, but they didn't interest me.  Good
looking guys on the other hand, caused me to take a
second look!

Shortly after Rhonda started sitting for me, Mom had a
date one night.  Rhonda was going to stay with me
while she was out.  Fred came over shortly before it
was time for me to go to bed.  It was hot, so I only
had a pair of pajama bottoms on.  Fred was wearing a
pair of sweat pant and a tank top.  I wasn't tired, so
like I usually did to get Fred in the mood to chase me
around, I snuck out to the freezer and got an ice cube
and went back to the living room.  When Fred wasn't
looking - I quickly stuck my finger in the waistband
of his sweats and deposited the ice cube.  Of course
he hooted and hollered and started chasing me around.
He really wasn't mad at me - in fact he seemed happy
that I'd given him an excuse to chase me down.  As far
as I was concerned, I liked being caught, so I never
made him run too hard! Whenever he caught me, he'd
pick me up and throw me down on the floor or couch,
and tickle me.  He'd tickle me all over.  I loved it!
I loved the feeling of his hands touching me.  Usually
he'd tickle me in the arm pits, or at the waist or
behind my knees.  Lately though I'd noticed his hands
were hitting other areas, like my nipples, lower belly
and inner thighs.  At the time, I didn't think much
about.  I just thought it meant he was starting to
like me more.  Well, this particular chase, I ran up
the stairs with Fred in hot pursuit.  I ran into my
room and he caught me just inside the door, gathered
me up in his arms and threw me down on my bed on my
back.  Then he jumped on top of me, straddling me, and
started tickling me as usual.  His hands were
everywhere: my pits, behind my knees, and then
suddenly, I felt one hand travel up the inside of my
left thigh and brush right over my cock and balls!  It
sent a shiver up my spine.  Next instant Fred's hand
was back down at my knee, but then a moment later, up
my thigh it came again, this time rubbing over my
crotch more slowly.  Fred's face changed when he
realized I was hard now.  He also must've realized
that I'd noticed that his penis was hard too, as it
was pressed against my belly.  He got all red in the
face, and jumped off me turning his back so I couldn't
see his crotch. He stuttered out a little apology,
saying his hand had only hit my crotch by accident.  I
told him it was alright, I didn't mind, and I thought
it was kind of neat that we'd both gotten hard over
it.  He looked back at me, right into my eyes and said
that it was an accident, and asked me to please not
tell anyone.  He had a couple tears in his eyes.  I
promised him I wouldn't tell a soul.  Then he leaned
over and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and
told me he thought I was a great guy!  Then he was
gone - back downstairs to Rhonda.  Fred thought I was
a great guy!  I was in heaven!

A few minutes later Rhonda called up to me to get
ready for bed, and she'd be up in a few minutes to
tuck me in.  I peed and brushed my teeth and crawled
into bed.  Then Rhonda and Fred both came up.  Rhonda
kissed me on the cheek, and Fred, who was standing in
the door, winked at me and said "Good Night".  They
closed my door and went back downstairs.

I wasn't very tired, and was curious about what the
two of them would do alone downstairs, so I waited a
few minutes, then very quietly crawled out of my bed
and over to the top of the stairs.  There's a spot at
the top, where you can sit and peer down into the
living room and see most of what's going on.  I
settled in and peered down.  They were on the couch
making out.  Fred had his hand up Rhonda's blouse and
he was fondling her left breast.  I heard him mutter
quietly "Come on, he's got to be asleep by now."  "OK"
she said.  Then Fred started to take Rhonda's clothes
off.  It only took a couple minutes to get her
completely naked.  I had to admit, she had a nice
body, but I was more interested in seeing if Fred was
going to get naked as well.  I only had to wait a few
seconds, because as soon as Rhonda was naked, Fred
began ripping off his clothes too.  First his tank top
cmae off exposing his beautiful tanned chest and
stomach.  Then, he stuck his thumbs into the waistband
of his sweats and shoved them to his ankles.  He had
his back to me.  His butt was gorgeous.  Creamy white
globular mounds.  When he bent forward to remove his
sweats, you could see some dark hairs sticking out
from between his cheeks.  I still hadn't seen his
cock, but already my dick was stiff as a board!  Once
he had removed his sweats he turned sideways to the
left and revealed the most beautiful hardon!  It
looked to be almost 8" long, and it was thick.  I
didn't get much of a chance to see more of it, as
Rhonda suddenly leaped up and engulfed the full length
of his stiff shaft with her mouth!  I was so shocked
when I saw this, that I let out an audible gasp.  It
must've been louder than I thought, as suddenly both
of their heads swiveled toward me.  I wasn't hidden
too well from sight.  Both of them saw me crouching
and watching them.  Rhonda let out a scream and began
grabbing at anything she could find to cover herself
up.  She was crying.  Fred's face was beet red, and he
grabbed his sweats and pulled them on.  I didn't wait
to see what was going to happen next, I ran for my
room, slammed the door shut and flung myself under my
bed.

A few seconds later my door opened, and from under my
bed I saw Fred's bare feet walk in.  He closed the
door.  I was scared to death he was going to pound me,
but I was even more upset that I'd probably lost Fred
as a friend now.  I started quietly crying.  I heard
Fred telling me to come out.  He knew I was in there.
He must not have figured out I was under the bed
though as he began looking in my closet for me.  There
wasn't anywhere else big enough to hide, so next I saw
his face peering under the bed at me.  He looked
scared, not angry.  When he saw that I was crying, he
didn't look quite as scared.  He quietly told me to
come out - that he wasn't going to hurt me.  I crawled
out and we both sat down on the edge of my bed.  I was
still snuffling.  He put his arm around me and pulled
me closer to him.  He said that I shouldn't spy on
people like I'd just done.  I told him, that maybe
they shouldn't have been doing what they were doing
where other people could watch them.  He agreed that I
was probably right.  Then he asked me if I was going
to tell my Mom.  I told him that I wouldn't tell on
them, if they wouldn't tell that I was spying.  He
looked down at me and smiled and said "Deal!".  Then
he gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead like he'd
done before, and told me he still thought I was a
great kid!

We were still sitting there with Fred holding me, when
he asked me if I had any questions about what I'd
witnessed in the living room.  I was a little
surprised.  I said, "Well, yeah, why was Rhonda trying
to eat your dick?"  Fred laughed at that.  Then he
told me about blow jobs.  He explained all about them,
and told me how great they feel.  While he was telling
me this, I noticed that the crotch of his sweats was
starting to tent out.  This caused a similar reaction
in my lower region as well.  It didn't help matters
that neither of us had a shirt on and as we were
sitting together on my bed with Fred hugging me, we
were skin to skin.  I could feel the hair from his
right arm pit rubbing against my left shoulder.  It
felt great!

Fred must've realized that I was getting turned on by
what he was telling me, and him holding me.  He said,
"I see your dick's hard."  I told him "So's your's I
see."  We both grinned at each other.  Then I asked
him if I could see his dick.  He looked at me, his
eyes searching mine, for what I didn't know.  While he
was hesitantly looking at him, I said to him "Well,
you can either show it to me, or I'll tell my mom what
I saw you two doing!".  He looked angry when I said
that, but didn't put up much of a fuss.  He just stood
up and dropped his sweats.  He turned to face me, so I
could get a good look.  His hard penis was staring me
right in the eye.  It was beautiful.  I couldn't help
myself, I just reached out and gripped it in my right
hand.  Fred let out a gasp.  I looked up and he had a
look of pleasure on his face.  Slowly I began to rub
my hand back and forth, like I did with my own penis
some nights as I lay awake in bed.  It must've felt
good to him, because he started moaning lowly.  Fred
had just explained blow jobs to me.  He'd told me how
people who love other people very much, sometimes suck
their cocks, because it felt really good.  Well, I
loved Fred, and I wanted to keep him as a friend, so I
decided the best thing to do was to try and suck his
cock.  His head was thrown back and he was looking at
the ceiling while I was jerking him off, so I
surprised the hell out of him as I suddenly stuck the
head of his dick into my mouth.  I'd noticed a drop of
wetness on his piss slit, as I was about to go down on
him.  I didn't know at the time about pre-cum.  But it
tasted good!  As I slid my mouth as far down his dick
as I could, he just started moaning louder and louder.
 He started to pump his hips back and forth.  He was
fucking my mouth, although gently.  I started to
mimick his movements by pushing my head back and
forth.  A minute later he began to really pump.  Soon
he yelled he was about to come.  I wasn't sure what
that meant, but he was pulled his dick out of my
mouth, and began jerking off with his hand.  Suddenly
there was an explosion of white gooey liquid from the
tip of his penis.  It squirted out with such force
that it splatted all over my face.  It was quickly
followed by 4-5 more similar squirts, although these
landed on my shoulders and chest.  By the time he'd
finished, I was covered in cum!  When he was done, and
saw what a mess he'd made on me, he apologized all
over the place and quickly grabbed some kleenex and
wiped me clean.  I told him it was OK.  I asked about
the white stuff and he explained all about semen and
ejaculating.  I was amazed!  I told him I couldn't
wait till I could do it too!

Fred thought about that for a minute, and then asked
me if I wanted to feel what it was like to have a blow
job.  I yelled "Sure!"  So he told me to take off my
PJ's and lay back on my bed, which I did.  Just the
thought of what Fred was going to do to me caused my
dick to be standing at attention already!  Without
much ado, Fred leaned in, wet his lips and slowly
lowered his mouth over my quivering cock.  It was the
most awesome feeling I'd ever had in my entire life!
He really knew what to do too.  He swirled his tongue
around and around my engorged dick.  Then he sucked up
and down like a piston.  While he was doing this, his
left hand was gently squeezing my nipples, which was
sending shivers down my spine.  Fred stopped his work
for just a second to lick the middle finger of his
right hand, which he got all wet.  Then he went back
to work sucking my cock.  At the same time he boosted
my butt up off the bed a little and pushed my legs
further apart.  All of a sudden, I felt his wet digit
rubbing my tight puckered asshole!  It felt great!  As
he sucked, he gently massaged my anus, finally pushing
hard enough to stuff his finger past my little round
muscle up to the first knuckle!  His finger was in my
ass, and I loved it.  Gently he pushed and pushed till
he was finally all the way in.  Then he began to pump
in and out slowly, each time pushing against my
prostate when he was all the way in.  While he worked
my ass over, he continued sucking, and squeezing my
nipples.  I had never felt so good in all my life, and
it just kept getting better!  All of a sudden I had
the urge like I had to pee.  I yelled to Fred to back
off, that I was going to pee.  But Fred, just kept
going, sucking and finger fucking me faster and harder
than ever.  The urge I had was getting worse, only I
knew it wasn't that I was going to pee, I just wasn't
sure what was going to happen, when all of a sudden, I
just couldn't stand it any longer, and my whole body
began to spasm, and my sphincter was opening and
closing and I felt like I was squirting out my penis.
This went on for about 30 seconds at least with about
8-9 violent spasms.  They felt so good!  I couldn't
believe a person could feel as good as that!  Fred
finally stopped sucking me, and pulled his finger out
of my rectum.  I was laying there feeling as if I was
floating!  Fred was beaming down at me.  He told me
that I'd just had my first orgasm!  I thanked him and
told him he could do that to me anytime he wanted, and
that if that's how he felt when he got a blow job that
I wanted to give him blow jobs all the time too,
because I loved him so much!  Oh my God - what had I
said?  I had just admitted to Fred that I loved him.
Not to worry, he was smiling down at me with tears in
his eyes.  He told me he loved me very much too!

After we were dressed again, Fred told me I shouldn't
tell anyone what had just happened, not even Rhonda.
I agreed.  Then Fred went downstairs and told Rhonda I
wouldn't rat on them.  He said he had to go then.  He
yelled "Good Night" up the stairs to me and I hollered
"Good Night" back.  Shortly Rhonda came up and poked
her nose into my room.  I told her I was sorry for
spying, but not to worry, I wouldn't tell anyone.  She
came over and gave me a kiss, and thanked me.  Then
she went back downstairs and I went to sleep.

After that night, Fred was over at our house a lot -
almost every day Rhonda sat for me, and even a few
days when she wasn't there and Mom was home.  Mom
thought Fred was a great guy and liked it that he came
to see me.  She realized how happy I was to spend time
with Fred.  Needless to say, Fred and I managed to get
some "alone time" each time he came over, and we
repeated our first night's activities many many times
over the summer.

When fall came, I was really sad.  Fred had to go away
to college.  I haven't seen him since.  He and Rhonda
broke up before he went away, and his parents moved to
another state after he left for college.  He's never
been back here to visit.  I've often wondered what
became of Fred.  I still love him to this day.


If you enjoyed this story, Keep your eyes open for
Chapter 2 - The Camp Counselor - where I tell you
about my adventures at summer camp!