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The following story involves two teenage males participating in consensual sexual activity. If that's not your thing, leave now. This work of fiction may not be published in any form for commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it electronically as you wish with the header intact, but don't change anything. The copyright resides with the author at an41470.
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Another Day in Alex's Sex Life:
"Back To Babysitting"
by Mitchell Knight
"It wouldn't be babysitting, exactly," my mom was desperately trying to explain to me after my flat refusal. "After all, Terry is 13. It's just that his parents don't want him to stay at the hotel all by himself while we go out."
"No way," I answered again. "That's Friday night. I want to go out with my friends."
"It's just one night. You can rent some movies, I'll pay for them. You two will have fun. He's only a few years younger than you. I'm sure you two have a lot in common."
Old friends of my parents were coming into town this weekend from New York. Terry's father was some kind of executive for a new men's clothing store called Arnaud's, and his job had taken their family out of the neighborhood several years ago. I knew my parents really wanted to spend one night alone with them since they hadn't seen them in such a long time, but I didn't really want to give up a Friday night to help out.
"How about $10?" she asked.
I smiled. "$20."
"Okay, $15 and the movies. How does that sound?"
"You drive a hard bargain," I answered, grinning.
My mom just shook her head and smiled. "Thanks, Alex."
When they showed up at our house Friday night, my mom and dad greeted them with a loud, enthusiastic hello. (And hugs from my mom.)
Terry stood silently off to the side of all this activity, and I got a good chance to look him over. He was a skinny blond kid who was about a foot shorter than me. He was dressed real formal with a long-sleeve button down shirt and gray pleated pants with black shoes. His eyes were green and kind of feral with a narrow, shifty look to them. He had a small thin face with mostly clear skin. He didn't have all the pimples you'd expect to see. I spied one just below his bottom lip.
"Hello, Alex," John, Terry's father, greeted me, extending his hand. I shook it.
"This is Terry," he continued, introducing me to his son.
Terry just remained standing off to the side and nodded in my direction. I raised my hand and waved a little.
"Are you two ready to go?" my dad asked them.
"Yes," John answered.
"Good. We have reservations at 7:00, so we might as well head out."
After they tossed goodbyes over their shoulders, Terry and I were alone. My sister had been shipped off to a friends for a sleepover, so she wouldn't be bothering us for the night.
"Do you like action movies?" I inquired.
"They're okay," he answered, his voice just beginning to settle into a deeper range.
"I'll show you what we rented," I offered, turning and heading into the family room.
I picked up the two tapes and scanned the titles to refresh my memory.
"We've got Terminator 2 and Sugar Hill," I read.
He shook his head in disgust. "I've seen T2 like three thousand times, and I hate movies with black people in them. Man, I knew this was gonna suck."
He turned around and started walking towards the kitchen.
'What a prick!' I thought. But I realized I did kind of have an obligation to entertain him.
"We've got some of our own movies too. Do you want to look at those and see if you like anything?" I asked.
He had started opening cupboard doors in the kitchen. "Naw. I don't really feel like watching a video. Do you have anything to drink?"
"Sure, what do you want?" I asked, heading into the kitchen. I opened the fridge. "We've got lemonade, milk--"
"Don't ya got any beer?" he whined.
I shut the door and turned to give the kid a look of disbelief. "Yes, we have beer, but you aren't having any."
Terry groaned. "Fine. Do you have any dirty magazines? I wouldn't mind looking at some new ones."
"Like you've ever seen any," I retorted, becoming more and more frustrated with him.
"I have!" he answered, his voice cracking as he hit the middle of his second word.
I smiled at this, but he got a little red.
"Fine, I'll go look for myself," he said, and ran out of the kitchen. In a matter of seconds I heard him pounding up the stairs.
I sighed and shook my head. 'And my mom said I wouldn't actually be babysitting him. Yeah, right. He's worse than most of the kids I used to take care of, and he's thirteen!'
I started up the stairs and went to my room to look for him. He wasn't there, so I went to my parent's bedroom. As I searched the wall for the light switch, Terry's hands shot out from the darkness of the room and yanked down on my sweat shorts and underwear, pulling them down to my knees just as I found the switch and illuminated the room in white light.
"You little shit!" I yelled, grabbing for my shorts and pulling them back up, but seeing my cock had a strange effect on Terry. He stood in front of me with jaw dropped as he watched me cover myself back up.
"You don't have any hair," he whispered, looking up at me in utter disbelief.
It had only been a couple days since the track meet when Kent, Tim, and I had shaved ourselves, so my crotch was still hairless.
"Kid, what's your problem?" I asked. "What are you doing pulling down another guy's shorts?"
"Why don't you have any hair?" he asked again, still shaken.
"Because I shaved it off."
"Why?"
"Because...it feels neat."
"Does it? Can I see it again?" he asked.
"No, you can't. C'mon, let's go downstairs and watch a movie."
"Please?" he pleaded. "I'll show you mine."
"Oh, okay. I'll show you it again if you show me yours."
Terry gave me a wide smile and then he went to work on unfastening the button on his pants. He unzipped himself and then hooked his fingers in his white jockeys and pulled his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. With his other hand he pulled up his shirt tails to reveal a smooth patch of skin from his tiny little navel to just below his crotch. His penis was still fairly small, hanging limp between his thin white legs, but he did have a few light hairs (about 7 or 8) above his dick.
"Okay, now show me yours," he said, pulling his pants back up.
I slowly slid my shorts down to show him my hairless crotch and cock. I could feel the blood start to run to it and felt my dick start to inflate.
"It's bigger than mine," he commented.
I started to pull up my shorts when he stopped me.
"Wait, could I...could I touch it?"
I shrugged. "Sure."
His hand reached out and lightly tickled the length of me, helping it grow to its full length.
"You're excited, aren't you?" he asked. "Mine gets big too when I'm excited."
I nodded and reached out to unzip his pants which were still undone. I pulled them down and let them fall to his ankles. Then I pulled down his jockeys and was greeted with his erect little cock. It was only about three inches long and shaped almost like a triangle. It was very thick at the base but then quickly tapered off to a tiny head. I started playing with it between my thumb and forefinger.
"Have you ever had a guy's dick up your ass?" I asked pointedly. I was still a little frustrated by his immature behavior earlier and thought I'd go ahead and shock him.
He wasn't too shaken. He merely responded with a, "No."
"How'd you like mine up it?" I asked.
"Won't it hurt?"
"Not if we get you real lubed up."
"Okay."
"That sounds better than watching videos?" I asked.
He nodded vigorously.
We went to my room and I dug out my jar of Vaseline. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid that off his slim body, so that he stood naked before me. Then I pulled off the rest of my clothes and sat down on my bed.
"Come here and turn around," I ordered.
He did, presenting me with his small white ass. I opened the jar and dipped my finger in for a generous amount. This I started applying around his hole before I attempted probing it. I got my finger up to the first joint before he started complaining.
"Ow, that hurts."
"Okay, turn around," I answered.
I got off the bed and knelt down in front of him. His little erection was still straining upwards at me, and I wrapped my mouth around it. I easily fit the length of him inside my mouth and then I started to slowly go up and down it while I continued to slide more of my finger in his ass. I figured this was probably his first blowjob from the way he lost himself in it and didn't even notice when I'd slipped all my finger up his ass and was starting to try another.
"Okay, come over to the bed now," I said. "I think you're ready."
I sat down at the head of the bed and started spreading Vaseline over my cock.
"I want you to stand up facing away from me. That way you can lower yourself onto it and control how deep it goes. It won't hurt so much then," I explained.
He stood on the bed with a leg on either side of my thigh and I lined him up with my dick. I helped him lower himself to a squatting position until the head of my erection was poking at his opening. He continued to sit down, but then jerked up suddenly.
"That hurts," he complained.
"Just go slow. Once you get it all the way in, it'll feel great," I assured him.
He started down again and I felt his body tense as he reached that point again, but he braved it and continued to sit down. Soon his anus was firmly wrapped around the length of me and his smooth bottom was resting on my crotch. I reached around his waist and started playing with his erection, running my slick fingers up and down it.
I started driving my hard cock deep inside his tight virgin hole, and he lifted up and down slightly on top of me to match my thrusts. My fingers moved faster and faster on his little pole as I increased my thrusts and soon I felt his little erection jerk, and Terry cried out. The muscles in his anus spasmed around my cock and as I felt his hot come spurt from the head of his cock, I started showering his insides with my sperm.
After his dick stopped jerking, Terry laid back against my chest and gave a tired sigh. I ran my hands up and down his chest, feeling the smooth skin as my dick slowly softened inside him. Then he crawled off and turned around to look at me.
"That was really great. Can we do it again later?" he asked.
As he said it, I felt stirrings in my groin and smiled. "Yeah, but let's watch a movie first."
"Okay," he replied eagerly now.
We got dressed and headed downstairs. I didn't have any more problems with him the rest of the night.
To be continued...
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