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A Babysitter Story
There was this older guy on the street who my parents had over to babysit me from time to time. They knew we were already friends, but what they didn't know was that I was his slut boy ... and loved it!
He used to "make me" lie on the ground in a field, then roughly strip my clothes off me piece by piece while walking around me and ogling me. He'd make me pose for him in very indecent positions, with my ankles held beside my head completely exposing myself, on my stomach holding my ass cheeks wide open while he spit on my hole and fingered me, sitting with my legs spread apart and held up so he could see all of me ... all the while he'd lewdly jerk his thick dick and call me names.
He'd tell me what a little slut I was and how he was going to treat me like a girl, then he'd wipe his dripping uncircumsized dick all over my face and mouth and call me a cock-sucking little homo and a little fag.
He'd poke my mouth with his big cock and make me suck him off, then pull out at the last minute and shoot streams of white jizz all over my face. I had to leave his cum on my face, dripping, and play with myself while he watched me, then he'd make smear my own cum over my lips and eat it.
Sometimes he'd yank my pants down to my ankles and pull my shirt over my head while out in the open and just ogle me while I stood there, and sometimes he made me lay on the ground with my arms above my head, stretched out, legs spread wide open, and pose for him whatever way he wanted me to while he called me names and whacked off.
I loved it when he called me names, the more insulting the better, and even today I'm still heavily into dirty talk. He always made sure he came on me to humiliate me, and when I strained to catch it in my mouth it'd turn him on even more and he'd call me more wonderfully disgusting names.
He had this really succulent thick cock that although uncircumsized, the headskin was always stretched halfway down his dickhead. I used to love to just look at it and he sure didn't mind waving it in my face whenever he got the chance. It was just an open invitation to stick my tongue in and swish it around the inside of his dickskin, which would just push it all the way back, making him harder, which would make him jerk into my mouth and poke the back of my throat. He loved to hear me make gagging noises as I struggled to take him in all the way.
For three summers before we moved away he made me suck him off anytime he wanted and give him handjobs, he fingered me and made me eat his ass, jerked himself off all over me and toward the end, fucked me up my ass almost daily, and I never forgot what how horny of a great time I had with him.
One summer, they were building this apartment building right behind our houses, he used to make me walk around inside it naked, completely nude, while he followed me around and told me what he wanted me to do to myself while he watched.
We had this game where he'd tell me to go into an apartment and hide in one of the rooms or closets and pose in some obscene position and after counting to 50, he'd come in and look for me, with the instructions that I wasn't to have any pants on when he found me.
One time, while he waited outside and counted to 50 before he came looking for me, I went into the kitchen and looked around for a place to hide. Opening the cupboards below the sink area, the space was large enough to hold me so I crawled in, closed the doors behind me and held my breath, listening to hear if he'd come for me yet.
Not hearing him, quietly, so I didn't give away my hiding place, I started to take off my clothes in the cramped space, like he told me to do. I slipped off my shoes, then my socks, and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulled them both down my legs and over my ankles, then took off my t-shirt.
I'd been hard ever since John had purposely led me into the building to play hide 'n seek and grabbing my stiff cock, I played with it for a minute or so before gathering my clothes and throwing them way down the other side of the long cupboard. That's another thing he liked, to find me as if I had no clothes, like I was out in public naked. With my clothes out of reach like that, it made me feel a little helpless, very naked, and really horny.
I wondered what would happen if someone other than John came in and found me hiding naked under the sink area? What would they do? Call my parents? Call the police? Or would they call me names and yell at me before they ordered me out of the cupboard with no clothes on? Or maybe a construction worker would come in and find me, maybe a Greek guy, and seeing me naked, would make me do things to him.
A thrill went through me at the thought that I was completely naked and helpless and could be found by anyone. I felt my asshole touch the rough wood underneath me as I was sitting, which reminded me of how exposed I was, and I treated myself to another slutty sensation by pulling my ass cheeks open wide and rubbing my bare bumhole back and forth against the wood. Grabbing my dick again in my excitement, I felt the pre-cum oozing out and I worked some juice out of my dick the way John had showed me until my fingers were slick with my wetness, then wiped them over my lips and cheeks.
I liked tasting pre-cum, having the smell of cock on my face and the feel of dick juice drying on my cheeks. It made me feel dirty and sinful, like I was doing something forbidden. Although outwardly about as straight as you can be, I liked being the little cock pig I was turning into.
How should position myself, I wondered? How would I look most whorish when he finally found me? Listening again, I thought I heard a movement in the other room and suddenly seized with a horny little thought, I slowly moved around and put my back up against the rear of the cupboard, then moving downwards and lifting my legs, I put my feet at the very top of the frame of the front of the cupboard so my asshole was rudely exposed.
I imagined what he would see once he opened up the doors underneath the counter, and positioned myself so that he would see me laying on my back with my legs and ass up in the air, completely, and I mean completely, exposed. Slicking up a finger with some more of my leaking 5 inches, I lightly fingered my asshole, spreading the juice around so I could easily take a finger up the first part of my bum.
Reveling in my nakedness and feeling very exposed with the position I was in, I heard someone sneak into the kitchen, pause, then start opening up the doors from the other side of the counter, pause, then shut them again. Oh my god! What if it wasn't John? What if it was a worker? Or the rental lady? Holding my breath, whoever it was finally got to the next set of doors from me, and opening them, I knew they could see where I was.
Quietly closing those doors, whoever it was took their time opening first one door, exposing my right side, and then the second door, so I was completely exposed. Squatting down to look at me, I saw that it was John. He had his fly open and his big dick and balls were hanging obscenely out of his pants. He looked up and down the length of my naked body and his gaze fixed on the finger partially in my butt.
"Only homo's finger themselves in the asshole," he said.
Him calling me names was always part of our games, and I loved being insulted and called queer. "Tell me what you are, fag boy," he demanded. "I'm a homo," I said. "A little fag homo."
"That's right," he hissed at me. "You're a fucking little homo fag who likes to finger his fuckin' little homo asshole while other people watch. Don't you, fag? You like having people look at you with your legs spread so they can see your fag finger stuck up your fag asshole, don't you?"
"Yes," I replied in a voice barely above a whisper. "I like it when you watch ... when you make me do dirty things."
I watched him grab his balls and move them around like a couple of apples while he stared between my legs, then followed his hand as he started slowly stroking his dick back and forth. His cock was hard, very hard, and I wondered what he was going to make me do to satisfy his perverted desires this time.
"Then lick your fingers fag, and get them wet," he ordered me.
Slowly, I pulled my finger out of my hole and brought it to my mouth but before I could get it into my mouth, he said, "Smell it, homo!"
I did, and made a great show of running my middle finger back and forth under my nose and inhaling the scent of my teen asshole for him. Then, while licking my finger like a lollipop and slicking it up with spit, I felt him grab my ass cheeks with both hands and yank them apart so my opening was stretched wide open.
"Lemme see you stick it up yourself. Just like faggots do. I wanna see your fuckin' fingers stuck up your fuckin' fag ass!"
Feeling my hard dick rubbing against my tummy as I moved around, I tried to hump it gently against myself while I used one finger to poke the outside of my anal opening, which only served to hump my finger. Suddenly standing, John kicked off his shoes and slid his pants down and off, then backing up against the wall where he could see all of me in my "come fuck me" position without squatting, he started playing with his cock and balls while staring between my legs.
"Yeah, that's it! Stick your fucking finger in there, fagboy. Get it right in. Stick your fuckin' finger in and fuckin' finger yourself," he breathed.
I was having a bit of trouble getting it in too far as my finger wasn't wet enough so I pulled it out again and licked it up and down, then spit on it and tried to put it back in. Before I could though, he squatted down on the floor and putting his face near my pulsing asshole, he spit a mouthful right on my opening.
"There, fag. Use that. Show me how much of your finger you can get in there."
Working his spit into my rosebud, I pushed my finger in past my sphincter and was just about to make my next push when I felt his hand grab mine roughly and push it hard, making my finger go all the way up. I gasped in slight pain but once it was all the way up, the pleasure feelings started pulsing down to my dick. Then he pulled my hand back again so my finger came almost all the way out, and pushed it back in again.
I couldn't help but moan as he used my own finger to fingerfuck me. He pulled my finger out, spat on it and pushed it back in again. He kept on pushing my finger in and out, every once in a while spitting on my asshole again to keep me slicked up. My whole body was convulsing in rhythm with his fingering and at one point he forced another of my fingers up my ass so he was making me fuck myself with two fingers.
"You like that, don't you faggot?" he said. "All you homo's like that, doncha? Fingering yourselves like a girl. Well go ahead then, show me how you like it. Go ahead. Show me, fairy. Put all your fingers in, ya fuckin' little homo. Show me how slutty you are," he ordered me, hurling another gob of spit as my asshole.
It was hard, but with some effort I got all four fingers inside my hole up to my second knuckle. But he apparently wasn't happy with that and quickly squatting and moving around backwards, he backed himself into the cupboard space and wiggled around until his asshole was up against my face.
"Eat it," he ordered me. "Lick my fuckin' asshole, cunt! Get your tongue right in there. Stick it right inside me, you fuckin' little fag!"
Bent over like he was, he was wide open for me, so I did. I stick my tongue inside his ring and licked it for all I was worth. He grunted and groaned and starting spitting between my legs again as he used my own fingers to fingerfuck me. With his mouth inches away from my spread legs, he kept spitting on me between thrusts and pushed my hand further and further into me with each pass.
Reaching under him with my other hand, I grabbed my prize, his iron hard dick, and wrapping my hand around it, I could feel he was leaking like a hose. I could feel his juices coating my hand and giving him a particularly deep tonguing, I pulled my hand back and wiped his dick shit all over my face, I sniffed my fingers, licked them and went back for more and I could smell his scent between his legs and it was driving into a fever pitch of horniness.
Finally I felt him take his hand off mine, and crawling out of the cramped space, he stood against the wall again and started pounding his cock in earnest. Mine was leaking all over my stomach and I still had four fingers stuck up my ass, but I knew what he wanted next. Pulling my fingers out and licking them for him to see, I got out of the closet and knelt in front of him, an inch from the end of his red and swollen dickhead.
I knew that he would call me all those names that turned me on so much just as he was coming, and wetting my middle finger of my left hand then spitting on it, I put it between his legs, under his balls and snaked it up to his sweaty asshole.
Closing his eyes, he bent at the knees a little so I could get better access to his hole and desperately jerking his cock, he told me to "suck my balls, you little faggot ... lick my sweaty balls you fuckin'g little slut ... that's it, suck on 'em while I whack off all over your disgusting little homo face ... ohhhhhh yeahhhhh, you're just a little fucking pig, aren't you, fag boy ... yer just a disgusting little fucking fag homo cocksucker, aren't you ..."
At this point I started working two fingers up his asshole, which drove him into a fever pitch of masturbation. He started his grunting and groaning ever time I pushed my fingers into him. Just before he started to come, he reached behind himself, grabbed my hand by the wrist and said, "Put another finger up there, fag. Yeahhhhhhh, that's it ...ohhhhhhhh god, yessssss ... put another up ... get all your fuckin' fingers up there cocksucker ...." and when I had all four fingers stuck in him, he grabbed my wrist and started madly humping my hand.
While humping my hand up his ass, he jerked his dick into my mouth and called those humiliating names that made me so hot. Pulling my dick feverishly while fingering him, the name called started ... "ohhhhh yeahhhhh, you little fucking fag .... uuhhhhhh ...you cunt ... fag ... cunt ...fucking fagcunt ... ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh, fuck my fuckin' ass, pig ... that's it ... you fucking homo ... you fucking fag homo ... that's it, fuck my ass ya little fuckin' cocksucker ... ahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh ... oh, oh, OH ... YEAHHHHH ... SUCK IT YA FUCKING COCKSUCKER ... SUCK ME YA FUCKING HOMO ... AHHHHH ... AHHHHH ... AHHHHHHH ...."
Suddenly, pulling his dick out of my mouth and deliberately pointing it at my mouth, he blasted streams of white jizz all over my eager face while stuffing my hand further up his asshole. Jerking my dick for all I was worth, I reveled in being splattered by his hot, stringy juices. Trying to catch as much as I could in my mouth, I couldn't help losing control and clamping my mouth around the end of his angry dick, I blasted off all over his legs and feet as he convulsed the remains of his cum sack into my slut mouth.
Finally drained, he pulled my fingers out of his gaping asshole, wiped his wet dick over my face and said, "Clean it, homo!"
Still trembling in my own afterglow, I lazily licked the length and breadth of his shrinking pole and just for good measure, gave his balls a good cleaning, too. He sighed, then looking down to watch me, he apparent saw my cum all over his legs and feet and said, "Lick your cum offa me, fagboy!"
On my hands and knees, bent over like a dog waiting for a fucking, I noisily licked and sucked my own cum off his calves, then moved down to his feet and slowly licked all of my dick shit from them. There were some patches of cum on the linoleum floor between his feet so laying down full length on my stomach, I used my tongue to lick up the last drops of semen from the floor.
I felt like such a delicious little slut, writhing around on the floor, completely naked for the all the world to see, and laying down on the floor full length on my stomach, I humped my cock against the floor as I licked sperm from his toes and the floor. He apparently liked the sight, and I heard him snicker and say affectionately, "Fuckin' fag. Yer makin' me horny again. C'mere 'n suck on this ..."
Getting up on my knees with his last load of wet cum still dripping off my face, I took his half-hard dick into my mouth and swallowed it, waiting for it to get too big for me. Putting my hands around his asscheeks, I teased him by stretching them wide open, then played with the outside of his exposed asshole as I slowly bobbed on up and down on his hardening dick. He put his hands on either side of my head, grabbed hold of my ears, and gently humped into my mouth.
And that's when the three workmen stepped into the kitchen.