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Jacking Off My Cock While Babysitting And Cuming Everywhere
When I was younger, I had a limited babysitting jobs. I really didn't prefer it, but it was $4 an hour, which is better than nothing. I always ended up being horny (gee, a juvenile horny guy?) :-) at some period during the babysitting session and existence in a "strangers" house, it was always exciting to beat off in a new surrounding. I also loved the feeling of possibly being caught. So goes this particular evening...
I lived out in a rural area and got picked up by Dan while his girlfriend Sandra was getting ready. She was about 30 and not stunning, but quite cute and petite. When we arrived, he gave the usual speech about Coke in the fridge, bedtime is 9... I was trying to trap a glimpse of Sandi because their bedroom was off the kitchen area and they just had those louvered bi-fold doors. Too bad, not tonight. She came out in a concealing miniskirt and a loose red blouse. I felt a twitch. from below. :-)
After about 5 minutes they left in two vehicles (which I didn't notice at the time) and Scott and I watched TV for about an hour, then he took a leak and was ready for bed. A quick story and I was off to the TV.
The Babysitter
This story is 100% fiction and not from my own real experiences and for fantasy and enjoyment purposes only.
"That's Benji down for the nighttime, don't worry about us and possess a good darkness, we'll see you in the morning Mr Bruce" I hit send on the message and climbed into the empty, king size bed made with thick linen sheets and an abundance of pillows to rest on.
I was baby sitting my tutors 5 year old son, he had recently began dating again after his wife left them in the middle of the night and has never been heard from again. Mr Bruce has been tutoring me for 3 years now, after I turned 18 and he was dating again, I offered to babysit the petty man in exchange for tutor sessions, we would both benefit.
I flicked through the television channels before settling on a classic animated comedy, something to let me wind down after making sure Benji was fed and washed before bedtime. It striked 11PM as I lay there, my eyes thick as I drifted off to nap, the television still playing and illuminating the room subtly.
3 HOURS LATER
"STUPID FUCKING BITCH" I heard shouting coming from the hallway after the slamming door woke me from my almost moist dream.
I shot up fro
"Hey! Duncan! I haven't seen you in years. You must be what, eighteen by now?" the human said, sporting a goofy grin.
"Nineteen, actually," I replied, as he moved out of the way so I could enter his house.
"Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch. You sure contain filled out well. I remember when you apply to come to the plant picnic and you'd run around with those scrawny legs. Wouldn't even know you were the same guy, now," he said.
His voice was uneven, but pleasing. "No, sir, high school sports own buffed me up".
"None of that sir, shit, although I'm sure your dad coached you to utter that before you came. Call me Ty," he said, starting to travel into the other room.
"Sure thing, Ty," I said, letting his name roll of my tongue.
Ty walked through his front hallway, and took a left into a small bathroom where I heard him shed his towel and an electric razor launch purring. I recalled a second before, where his face was clean shaven and I felt a tingle in my balls as I thought about what he was shaving now. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a flat-out pervert. I express, I've never even been with a guy! Growing up, I thought about girls, flirted with girls, kissed girls, and eventually, fucked
Other Worlds Babysitter
Chris sat in his darkened room looking out of the window of the second floor apartment. The only sounds to be heard are the screaming of voices a not many apartments away, his own apartment being empty, with the exception of himself.
The sound of the fight drifts off with the darkening night. This apartment complex as Chris is well alert is not a safe place. Not even the most aggressive residents will go out after dark unless an emergency forces them or they have a group of people with them.
Every apartment door has reinforced plummet bars and bars on the windows. Sitting in the gloomy room lit only by the reflection of the moon on his window the youngster wonders if his family even remembered that today was his birthday.
To say that his family is dysfunctional would be an understatement. His real father was arrested 5 years before, when Chris was just three. His mother, a rather overweight woman with no education lived with whatever man she happened to be fucking at the time. Not a single person who had interacted in more than a passing way with the family could have said otherwise.
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