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It was almost dark. I was lying on my back on a comfortable bed. Somebody
was bathing the side of my head with cold water, which felt really good. My
mouth was dry, and I seemed feverishly hot. Even in my muzzy state, I was
confused about a picture of Robert Redford which seemed to be floating a few
inches above my face. There were other pictures, too, but it was too dark to
see them, or perhaps my eyes wouldn’t focus properly.

Pete’s voice beside me broke in gently, “Thank God you’re all right. I
didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t try to get a doctor because they’d have
asked awkward questions.’

He moved sideways, and I realised that I was on the bed in the back of the
lorry cab. I felt a good deal better, and said so. Pete lifted my head and
gave me a swig of water from a bottle. I swallowed eagerly.

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“Turn,’ he grunted, having evidently finished that part of the
examination. I paused for a moment, waiting for my excitement to subside,
then turned to look at him. The sheer lust showing in his face confirmed
what I had already suspected, and the realisation of the true purpose of my
being brought in here alarmed me. This unknown man was about to have sex
with me, whether I liked it or not, and he wasn’t going to take no for an
answer.

I had always been well-known for doing the wrong thing, and I did it now.
I hit him in the solar plexus, expecting him to double up so that I could
get away. German border guards are tougher than that, as I soon found out
when he snatched his gun from its holster and hit me on the side of the head
with the butt. Dazed, I collapsed on to the bed. As he came to stand over me
I remember thinking, “This is it, you’ve had your chips, Tony.’ Then I must
have lost consciousness for a while.

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“We must be getting near the border, mustn’t we?’ I cast about in my dimly
remembered geography lessons for the relationship between the various north
European countries. “Yes, we’ll soon be in Germany, but the German customs
people are very fussy with loads like this. It may take some time at the
border post.’

He was right. He disappeared into the customs office with a sheaf of
documents, including my passport, and left me to my own devices. I couldn’t
leave the border area, of course, so I sat around, stood around, tried to
read all the notices in French and German on the walls, and finally settled
myself as comfortably as possible in a delapidated old armchair in a corner
and fell sound asleep.

The Belgian port loomed up, gantries black and menacing in the fog. I went
back to the lorry. Pete got in, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Were you having trouble with that sailor?’ I asked him. He shot a
surprised look at me, then smiled.

“No, I often meet him on this trip. He doesn’t have much to do while we’re
out at sea.’ He hesitated, then stretched out across the steering wheel, his
chin on his hands, and stared at me. “There’s a lot you don’t know about,
isn’t there?’

This enigmatic question caught me off guard. What did he mean? I knew that
I wasn’t an experienced traveller like him, but it was a peculiar remark,
all the same. It certainly did nothing to put me at ease, only made me feel
more out of place. No appropriate answer came to mind, so I just kept quiet,
watching the cargo doors of the boat opening.

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The tea and hot sun sent me drifting off into a deep sleep. When I woke up
we were at the docks. Pete was nowhere to be seen. After a while he came
back and muttered something about “seeing to the paperwork’. We drove into
the bowels of the boat, one of the last lorries in, and the boat sailed
almost immediately.

Pete disappeared again, so I had some breakfast and began to wake up a
bit. I went to the upper deck for some fresh air, watching the English
coastline slip away into the mist. Suddenly I caught sight of Pete,
apparently having an argument with a young sailor. I didn’t want to get
involved, and I thought Pete could probably take care of himself. As it
happened, the argument soon came to an end, and the sailor smiled and waved
to Pete as he set off down the steps.

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Jack was a legend at the depot. He had worked there longer than anyone
could remember, becoming dirtier and dirtier each year, rarely sober, and
with a vicious temper. Most of the lads were terrified of him.

“Don’t get me wrong,’ Pete continued thoughtfully, “Jack’s all right when
you get to know him. He’s had a difficult life. But I certainly wouldn’t
want him on a trip like this. Have you been to Italy before?’

“No, I’ve never been abroad,’ I answered, “I’m looking forward to it.’

“A factory in Italy is just the same as one in England, but it’s good to
be out here away from the cities. Get my jumper for me, Tony, it’s in the
back.’

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“Well, it looks as if we’re stuck with each other for now,’ he commented,
glancing quickly round at me. “I’m used to being on my own — I don’t know
why they’ve sent you on this trip. Just don’t expect me to talk much, OK?’ A
sudden grin lit up his features as he changed gear down the motorway slip
road. “Ah, well, it could have been worse, I suppose. They might have sent
Jack out with me.’

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Steve and Luiz approached him. “Really, tonight it’s you boys turn
to have fun. I’m just going to supervise.” Each one took an arm. They pulled
him off the table and he made a feeble attempt to free himself, laughing and
protesting. They dragged him towards the other boys who, distracted from their
play, made a space for him on the shiny, slick mat.
Luiz and Steve held the S.M.’s hands behind his back while JR and Rick
held his feet so he couldn’t get away. Will ran to get the pan of oil, still
warming near the fire, and poured what was left over the S.M.’s shoulders and
down his back and chest. They they pushed him on to the mat and the boys
piled on to him, greasing him up and covering him with the oil and cum they
themselves were coated with. The Scout Master could hardly breathe, he was
almost suffocated by these hard young bodies slipping and rubbing and grinding
against him on all sides and all over him.
“Let’s show the S.M. our appreciation guys!”, shouted JR.
“Yeah!.. Yeah!” they all called enthusiastically.
One by one they attached themselves to the Scout Master. JR slid around
and worked his perpetually stiff meat into the Scout Master’s hairy ass. JR
had fond memories of those days last week when he and the Scout Master had
done this over and over again. What a great feeling it was. (JR had won the
fucking contest that they had the very first night in camp.) Luiz leaned
over and took the Scout Master’s huge cock into his mouth, sucking off the
pre-cum and at the same time jerking the slick shaft up and down violently
with his hand. (As best he could anyway, his hand wouldn’t go all the way
around it.) Ricky’s jiz tasted the best, there was no argument there, but
Luiz liked the Scout Master’s dick the best with it’s big fleshy head and
3/4 inch cumslit and never ending fountain of cream.

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“Let’s go!” he said. They all rushed together and collapsed on the mat,
five slick naked boys, grinding and rubbing against each other. In a few
minutes they had desolved into a mountain of heaving and grunting bodies. Some
of them were already ejaculating thick, wads of cum from slipping and slidding
their pricks against whatever they could find. Some made it feel good for
those grunting and groaning with pleasure while protecting their own cocks.
Then those that had lost their first load rubbed themselves against whatever
they could find that was still hard until warm stuff spurted out. They
continued oozing around against each other. Some boys stayed stiff after
cumming and were soon ready to shoot again. Others had to wait to harden back
up after ten or fifteen minutes, but were soon enjoying it once more. All of
the pleasure was given and received by the mutual slipping and sliding
together of their slick bodies. (Steve, however, succeeding in finding Will in
the mound of flesh, slid himself into his boyfriend and enjoyed himself for
awhile. A little later Will got the opportunity to return the fuck.) After
about an hour and a half and several pints of cream, they were reduced to a
heap of tired but satisfied boys, all tangled together and piled against one
another; shiny, slick, and slimy with oil and semen. Little white flecks of jiz
clung to their skin and hair. The mat was so slick they couldn’t have stood on
two legs if they tried.

Andrew and I laid there about an hour. I felt him stir and
woke up.

“Hello, have a good nap?” I said.

Andrew, without a word turned over to lay his chest across my
chest and his head on my shoulder. He began to whimper. Tears rolled
out of his eyes. I brought my arms around him hugged him and kissed
him to help ease his pain,

“Ok, ok, son. It’s ok. Take it easy.” I said. “What’s the
matter, my friend?”

“I.. I’ve never done anything like this before.” Came the
reply. “You are a new friend, and now you’re not going to like me
anymore because I made a mess on your bed.”

It wasn’t making sense his reasoning, but I told him that I do
this type of thing too, and a mess can be cleaned up. We talked a
little more and Andrew calmed down, quickly. His tears gave way to
smiles, and my penis was beginning to straighten out again. I wanted
to lie there naked with Andrew on my chest, hugging him forever. (more…)

Archive-name: Samesex/babysit.dis
Archive-author: Mitchell Knight
Archive-title: Babysitting Discovery

This work of fiction may not be published in any form for
commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it as
you wish with the header intact, but don’t change anything.

Babysitting Discovery
Part 1

A cold November wind blew up from the north, catching me against
the right side as I left my house. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my
warm heavy coat and began walking through the thin carpet of white snow.
It was the first snowfall of the year, and, living in the Midwest, I knew
it would be the first of many.
I bowed my head against the unusually strong gusts of wind as I
walked across the street and down the sidewalk a few houses to the
Wallace’s house. The Wallace’s were friends of my parents, and I had been
babysitting for the Wallace’s son, Nick, for a couple of years now.
I enjoyed babysitting for Nick. The kid was really good, and it
earned me some spending money. At 15, I wasn’t old enough to drive or get
a regular job, so babysitting was an acceptable option to me.
Mr. Wallace answered the door when I rang the bell.
“Hi, there, Alex, come on in,” he greeted me warmly.
“Hi,” I answered as I stepped into the warm house.
“Let me hang up your coat for you,” Mr. Wallace offered, shutting
the door.
I shrugged out of the coat. “Pretty cold out there,” Mr. Wallace
commented.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Hi, Alex,” Nick said as he preceeded his mother into the entryway.
“Hey, Nick,” I returned, smiling at the boy.
Nick was a cute little boy of eleven years with short black hair
and sparkling brown eyes. He was an only child who was spoiled by his
parents, but luckily this treatment hadn’t gone to his head and turned him
into a brat.
“Hi, Alex. We’re going to probably be out until 1 or 2. I’ve
left the numbers on the counter if you need to get a hold of us,” Mrs.
Wallace informed me.
“Okay,” I acknowledged.
Mr. Wallace helped his wife into her coat and then put on his own.
Mrs. Wallace kissed her son good-bye and Mr. Wallace said good-bye. Then
the couple left.
Nick and I went to into the front room and watched TV. After a
couple hours of this it was his bedtime. He went obediently upstairs and
got ready for bed. A few minutes later I went and checked on him and
found him snuggled under the covers.
“Goodnight, Nick,” I said and turned off the light.
“Goodnight,” he said.
I went back downstairs and found a bag of chips in the kitchen. I
went back to the front room munching on these and feeling pretty horny.
Lately it seemed like I needed to masturbate at least once a day in order
to get rid of the incredible sexual tension I felt.
I wondered whether Mr. Wallace might have some porno videos I
could watch. I hadn’t masturbated yet that day, and I looked forward to
doing it in the Wallace’s house; it kind of gave it an added thrill doing
it in the house of my parents’ best friends.
There were cupboards on either side of the big screen TV, and I
started going through these. I found some video tapes but all of them
were labelled with the titles to tame children’s movies.
When I reached the top shelf on the left side, I found a shoe box
tucked away in the corner. I brought this out and opened it. There was
on videotape in it. It was marked “Tami’s Birthday Surprise. Love,
Steve.” Tami was Mrs. Wallace and Steve was her husband’s first name.
Disappointed but curious, I took out the tape and stuck it in the
VCR. I couldn’t understand why this tape wasn’t with the others. First I
would solve that little mystery and then maybe I would go upstairs and
look for some porn magazines in their bedroom.
I pushed play and then grabbed the remote. I sat down on the
couch and watched as the video unfolded.
Steve sat on the bed in the master bedroom smiling into the
camcorder as it recorded his image and voice.
“Hi, honey. Happy 35th Birthday. I’ve made a little video for
you. I hope you enjoy it.”
Steve smiled into the camera and then got up and left the camera’s
field of vision. The lights in the room dimmed a little, and then I could
hear some mellow saxophone music begin to play.
Mr. Wallace returned to stand in front of the camera. He slowly
began to grind his hips in time with the music. I felt a distinct
stirring my groin as I realized what was about to happen. The butterflies
in my stomach woke up to flutter slightly as I became excited.
My eyes were locked to the TV screen as I watched Steve peel of
his shirt and toss it off camera. For the first time I noticed how
good-looking he was. He had the same black hair as his son and those
seductive brown eyes also. He was in his mid-thirties so he was still
young-looking, and he had a slim athletic body. His chest was
well-defined without being bulky, and it was smooth and tanned.
Up to this point my fantasies when I masturbated had been vaguely
about a couple of cute guys I’d seen in the shower. A few times I’d
thought about touching their cocks or jacking off with them. Recently I’d
fantasized about sucking on their cocks, but this video made it all more
real. I was getting really hot and worked up.
As Steve slid down his pants, I quickly stood up and frantically
tore off my clothes. I wanted to be naked now! I wanted my body
completely bare with my raging, pulsing dick exposed. It was just me and
Steve in the room and he was doing a sexy striptease for me.
As his pants slid down, his firm white ass was exposed. He was
wearing a red G-string that allowed me to see his full butt. Tiny black
hairs peeked out around the strip of fabric running in the crack of his ass.
I lay down naked on the couch while he stopped out of his pants.
Then he turned slowly to show off the prominent bulge in his underwear. I
couldn’t stand it any longer.
My hand slid slowly down my smooth hairless chest to my abdomen
and then to lightly brush the thick bush of curly brown pubic hair at the
base of my penis. Then, in one swift motion, I lightly grabbed my
throbbing erection. A soft sigh escaped my lips as my hand came in
contact with my highly sensitive member.
I watched as Steve hooked his fingers in either side of the
G-string. My hand went up and down slowly on my erection, sliding the
loose skin and bringing pleasure to my body.
He slowly dragged them down, first revealing his black pubic hair,
and then the base of his penis, and then all of his big cock. It wasn’t
erect which disappointed me. I had hoped I would get to see him erect,
but I was glad to see this anyway.
His pubic hair seemed sparser than mine. It looked as if he’d
trimmed it because there was only a small, short patch at the base of his
penis. I had more hair. His balls were bigger than mind though, and they
hung loose in the hairless sac.
Once he kicked off the underwear, he smiled seductively at the
camera. I felt like he was smiling right at me. Then he approached the
camera. He disappeared then, and I watched as the focus was adjusted to
center on the middle of the bed. He came back into the camera’s view as he
crawled onto the bed. He held a bottle of a clear liquid in his hand.
Sitting down on the bed, he opened the bottle and poured some on
his hand. He began rubbing this onto his chest. I realized the show
wasn’t over yet, and I began to pick up the rhythm of my stroking.
He spread what must have been baby oil all over his chest until it
glistened. Then the next handful ended up on his cock. Putting away the
oil, Steve began to stroke his flaccid member with two slick hands.
I picked up the pace on my stroking as I became more excited by
the solo action on the screen. Soon it was standing proud and shiny
between his legs. It looked huge. It was at least a couple inches longer
than my six inches, and it was also thicker.
As Steve continued his two handed stroking, I realized he intended
to come for the camera. This thought would have driven me over the edge
if I hadn’t jerked my hand away from my erection at that point. I
couldn’t come here and make a mess of the room. I would go in the
bathroom or somewhere where it would be easier to clean up, but right now
I had to finish this video.
My whole body was trembling slightly in excitement and
frustration. My penis begged me to finish it off, but through a
tremendous act of willpower, I kept my hand away.
On the TV, Steve’s pace was picking up. His head began to snap
forward and back as his whole body got into his whacking off. His
slippery hand moved quickly up and down his thick, hard cock.
Soon all his body movements froze except for his hand. His legs
and chest tensed and his head snapped back. He let out a loud, audible
groan as a thick jet of white semen exploded from his purple cock head.
This first thick glob landed on his tan, glistening chest. Then spurt
after spurt erupted from his dick. They rained down on his chest and legs
and on the bed.
He lay there breathing heavily for a few seconds as his erection
slowly wilted. Then he looked directly into the camera and smiled. He
ran a finger through one of the white globs on his chest and brought this
to his mouth. He licked the cum from his finger.
“I bet you wish you were eating this,” he said, smiling.
“Tonight, honey.”
Then the tape ended. I pressed stop on the remote.
“You have a big dick,” a familiar voice said from the shadows at
the doorway.
“Nick!” I exclaimed, scrambling up from the couch while trying to
hide my erection with my hands.
‘Oh, shit!’ I thought. ‘What did he see? And what’s he going to
tell his parents about seeing me like this?’

Part 2

“What are you doing up?” I asked, my fear turning to anger.
“I couldn’t get to sleep. I was cold,” Nick complained.
I buttoned the top my pants and walked over to him. It was a
little chilly in the house I now noticed. The air was cool against my
naked torso. I just didn’t notice it before when I was getting so heated
up.
“What were you watching?” Nick asked. I glanced at him and noticed
his pajama pants were sticking out in the crotch. I wondered if seeing me
on the couch like that had excited him or if his erection was for another
reason.
“You mean you didn’t see?” I asked, feeling one of my concerns
dissolve away.
“No. You turned it off before I could look. I was…I was looking
at you,” Nick answered.
‘Did he blush?’ I wondered. The lighting was dim in the hall we
were talking through, but I could have sworn I saw faint coloration in his
cheeks as he made his admission.
“I was watching something that little kids shouldn’t watch,” I told
him. We were on the stairs now.
“I’m not a little kid,” Nick protested. “I want to watch it.”
“You can’t,” I argued once we were in his room. “Look, let me see
if I can find an extra blanket. Get back in bed.”
Nick crawled slowly under the covers while I went into the hall
closet. I found a thick quilt and brought this back. I threw it on the
bed and carefully tucked it in around Nick.
“There, are you warmer now?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, now go back to sleep,” I said. I started to leave.
“Can I see you dick again?” Nick asked.
“Huh?”
“I don’t get to see hairy ones. Please?” Nick pleaded. “I’ll show
you mine.”
Nick pushed off the blankets and quickly pulled down his loose
pants to expose his cute little boy penis to my eyes. It had gone limp
which I was disappointed with, but it was an interesting change from the
large hairy ones I always saw in the showers at school.
“Okay, now ya gotta show me yours,” Nick said, sliding his pants up
after giving me that quick peek.
I decided to go along with it. I guess it had something to do
with playing fair, and I was also excited by the idea of intentionally
showing him my penis.
I undid my pants and pulled them down to midthigh. My penis was
semihard so it looked fairly impressive.
“I can’t wait ’til my dick gets that big and has hair,” Nick
commented wistfully.
I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. “Not too long now.”
“Really?” Nick asked hopefully, his eyes returning to my face now
that the show was over.
“Yeah. I started growing hair when I was twelve,” I answered.
“I can get a hardon, but I can’t shoot. You can shoot, right?”
Nick asked.
“Yes.”
“If I show you my hardon, will you show me yours?” Nick asked.
This was getting a little out of hand, I began to realize. I
didn’t want to stop it thought because all of this talk was exciting me
again, and I was still horny. I began to wonder how far he would go. I
hoped he would take it to a point where I could get off.
“Yeah, I’ll show mine,” I answered.
Nick got up out of bed and went to his dresser.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a sock.
“This feels good. I gives me a hardon,” he explained.
Nick pulled off his pajama shirt and pants. I could see he
already was a little stiff. He jumped back in bed and laid down. I
slipped out of my pants and went to the other side and sat down next to
him.
He slowly rubbed the sock against his penis. Watching him do this
made me completely hard again. Nick looked over at me and stopped his
rubbing. He pulled the sock away to reveal about four inches of slim
eleven-year-old cock. His size surprised me, but then I remembered his
father’s impressive erection, and I realized Nick was just following in
his father’s footsteps.
“Can I touch it?” Nick asked, sitting up.
“Sure.”
He reached out and lightly touched the head of my cock with his
soft hand. Then he ran it down the front of my shaft without lifting it.
I shivered at the pleasure this gave me.
“It’s so big,” he said as he tried to wrap his small hand around
the shaft.
I just chuckled. If he thought mine was big, he should have seen
his dad’s.
“Touch mine,” Nick suggested.
My index finger lightly touched the slit and then circled around
the top. I ran it down the back of his penis and then took the small,
loose scrotal sac into my hand. I stroked along the inner sides of the
sac with my thumb and index finger.
‘So smooth!’ I thought.
Then I began to slide the loose skin around his penis up and down
with my thumb and first two fingers. His own hand began imitating my
motions. As I stroked his cock, I realized the opportunity to fulfill one
of my fantasies was here in my hand.
“Can I suck on your dick?” I asked.
This request seemed to leave him speechless, but after his shocked
look passed, he nodded.
I knelt between his legs and slowly lowered my mouth onto his
small cock. I was exciting, but I couldn’t say it was doing anything for
me. I sucked on it a little bit, but still couldn’t figure out why I’d
fantasized about this.
Not willing to give up, I took first one and then the other
testicle into my mouth. They weren’t any bigger than jellybeans, and the
skin felt so smooth.
A new idea came to mind: I wondered if I could make him come. I
ran my tongue around the head of his cock.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Good.”
Then I took his cock into my mouth, taking it all the way to the
hilt. I clamped my mouth firmly around his erection and quickly drew back
2to the head. Then I plunged down again. I slowly picked up speed. Nick
seemed to like it because soon his hips started bucking to meet my mouth.
Suddenly his body tensed and his penis twitched in my mouth. I
removed my mouth and looked at him.
“Did that feel good?” I asked.
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