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	Eric - Chapter 2: JimBob
	Warnings: Mb, extreme pedo, ws
	(c) 2009 storieseric@gmail.com


Life wasn't all about sex play whenever and with whoever I could.  It was a fun game to me, but not everything.  And my daddies were very srtict about who besides them I could play with.  I went to church.  No naughty preachers.  I went to day care and later school.  No horde of naughty teachers or janitors to play with.  Although I did play some with other boys my age when I could get away with it, and there was one teacher.  Babysitters, on the other hand, now they were fun.  With all the boy lovers my daddies knew, it wasn't hard for them to find someone they could trust who would sit me for free.  No secret seductions or promises or threats to tell or not to tell daddy.  Whenever a babysitter would come over, one of my daddies would stand me in front of the lucky guy and ask me questions to remind both of us what the rules were.

"This is JimBob-"

"Hi!" I grinned up at the very young teen.

"Is JimBob allowed to see you naked?"  This, I figured out, was my first chance to say I didn't want to have sex with someone.  If I said 'no', I would get a completely different set of questions from there on out.  JimBob was skinny and nervous, pretty and nonthreatening.  And he had a fierce stiffy clearly showing through his running shorts.

"Yep!" I tucked my hands in my shirt and pulled it halfway up.  Not undressing, just wriggling while I had to stand in place.

"Are the neighbors allowed to see you naked?"

"No."  This one wasn't an option, and I always pouted.  I liked being naked and so many other people liked me naked too.  Why not the neighbors?  But neither daddy ever wavered on this rule.

"How do we keep the neighbors from seeing?"

"Close the curtains."

"Or?"

"Um... Go in the basement?"

"Good boy.  Now, is JimBob allowed to touch your willy?"

"Yep! And me his!"

"Unless one of you doesn't want to."

"Uh-huh."  I never expected that to happen, but I had to memorize that one.

"Is JimBob allowed to punish you?"

"Um..." I knew the answer but had to try.  "No."

"Eric."  Uh-oh, that tone.  I lowered my head.

"If I'm bad."

"And when is that?"

"If I eat cookies without asking.  If I make a mess or break something.  If I put peanut butter on the dog.  Um..."

Apparently that was enough to get the idea across.  "And when can he not punish you?"

"If I don't wanna play sex."

"Is he allowed to punish you if you do wanna play sex?"

This was a new one for me, and I gave it serious thought.  "If he doesn't wanna play sex, I guess.  And I don't listen."  Daddy Chase nodded and started to ask the next question, but I wasn't done.

"Or... or if it's fun."  That raised an eyebrow.

"You want to be punished for fun?"

"I dunno..."  I had overheard some things but still didn't really understand.  "Maybe just for pretend?  Not to hurt."

"Well, tell you what.  We'll keep the just pretend punishments to when Daddy Rae or Daddy Chase are there, just in case you don't like it."

I grinned and nodded.  It meant I'd finally get to see what it was about.

"So is JimBob allowed to punish you for fun?"

"Um... if you're here?"

"And if I'm not?"

"No."

"Even if you want him to?"

"Um..."  Every time I had to say 'no' to something, I always wanted to see what it was like.  "Maybe later?  After I do it with you?"

Daddy Chase chuckled and ruffled my hair.  "We'll see, sport.  Now, is JimBob allowed to put his willy in your bum?"

"Nope."  That one had a different answer depending on which daddy asked.  "Unless you say it's ok."

"It's ok with JimBob.  He just got tested."  I wondered where you went to get tested for having sex with a boy.

"Is JimBob allowed to put his willy in your mouth?"

"Yep!"

"Are you allowed to drink from him?"  I knew that meant pee, but not every babysitter did.

I shook my head and stuck my tongue out like I was supposed to.  Most people I wasn't allowed to drink from due to the toxins.  Whatever they were, they must be nasty.

"Is JimBob allowed to drink from you?"  Daddy Chase only asked that if the babysitter wanted to.  I nodded and shuffled my feet, getting restless.

"Only a couple more questions, sport.  What do you do if JimBob makes you break one of the rules?"

"Nothin'"

"And then?"

"Tell you all about it when you get home, or call 911 if it's really bad."

"Good.  And finally, are you allowed to play sex with JimBob's friends?"

"Nope!  Only special friends of you or Daddy Rae!"  I'd heard enough of dangerous men to be happy that my daddies chose safe ones for me.

"Ok, sport.  Off you go."  And with a firm pat on my bottom I went back to playing in the yard.  The rest of the instructions the babysitter got were boring stuff like phone numbers and where the kitchen and bathrooms were.  When it was time for Daddy Chase and Daddy Rae to go out on their date, they called me back in for hugs and kisses and goodbyes.

Jimbob couldn't wait for them to be out the door, but suddenly got nervous when the door closed.  He stuffed his hands in his pockets and blushed.  I'm sure he was thinking about how to go about getting into my pants.  I was thinking about pizza or TV or the pretend fort I had made of a huge cardboard box.

I grinned up at him, "Wanna play?"

He gulped, probably startled at how forward I was.  "Sure"

I grabbed his hand and started to drag him outside.  "Zapdos is attacking the fort an' we hafta beat him before Jesse escapes.  Here," I said, putting the nearest round object into his hand, "here's Bulbasaur."

"Bulbasaur?"  He shifted gears fast enough, though.  "I want Umbreon."

"You can't start with an Ubreon, you hafta train him."

"Ok, then.  Can I have an Evee?"

I picked up his pokeball and handed it back to him with a grin.  "Here's an Evee.  Now let's go!"

"Sure.  But we gotta fight in the dark.  I don't want to end up with an Espeon by mistake."

The pretend game was the icebreaker he needed.  Before an hour was up, my Charmander grew to Charizard, his Evee became a Flareon by mistake, and the day was finally saved by a Geodude who was immune to all of Zapdos' attacks.  Also there were many times where JimBob had to tackle me to safety or lift me out of the way of something, and just about every time his hands would end up on my crotch or bottom or inside my shirt.

I enjoyed it all.  The gropes were fun, and I returned a few of my own.  My favorite was burying my face in his crotch when Flareon fainted.  But mostly I enjoyed having a Big Kid who was willing to play Pokemon with me.

Victorious over the Zapdos, he carried me back inside on his shoulders, his fingers stroking my thighs and slipping up my shorts and under the legband of my underwear.  I was stiff, of course, and quite ready to play some other games.

In the livingroom, he tossed me on the couch and checked that the curtains were closed.  As I sat up, he sat between my legs on the floor.  We were both flushed and sweaty.  I knew it was time to play sex, but wasn't sure how JimBob would do it.  So I propped myself up with my arms and waited.

He pulled gently on the hem of my shirt.  "Can I take these off you?"

I giggled and stuck my arms up in reply.  He ran his hands from my armpits to my hips, not quite tickling, then lifted my shirt up halfway, bending to lick the sweat off my belly.  The shirt came off slowly as his mouth explored my chest, nipples, and armpits.  I squirmed and giggled at familiar sensations that he was experiencing for the first time.  He was mostly quiet, too scared and in awe of what he was doing.

Shoes and socks came off quickly, with brief caresses and kisses.  I could see him think about sucking on my toes, but instead he slid his hands around my waist and pulled down my shorts and underwear at the same time.  He kissed my belly again, but before my shorts were past my knees, he had my stiffy in his mouth.  I let out a moan as his lips and tongue explored my willy and sack.

With a gasp he forced himself off of me, his eyes super wide, darting from my face to my crotch.  "Do you have to pee?"

I nodded vigorously, and tried not to giggle.

"Would you like to pee in my mouth?"  His voice was getting really quiet, like he was afraid someone would hear him.

"Yep!"  This time I did giggle.

"Can you do it for me, please?"  His eyes were locked on my stiffy as he asked, and he took it into his mouth as he finished the question.

"Nope!"  I laughed hard enough to pull out of him, leaving him looking up at me confused.

"What?"

He looked so hurt I had to bend down and kiss him even as I laughed more.  "You can't pee when you're stiff, silly."

I expected him to laugh, or get angry and tickle me, or something like that.  Instead he just said, "Oh," and took me into his mouth again.  He was very gentle and quiet.  I think it was his idea of being submissive, but at the time I wasn't sure how to take it.

When he sucked me into his mouth, though, I just went with whatever felt good.  His warm tongue curled around my shaft and slipped out to lap at my smooth sack.  I placed both hands on his head and began thrusting into him.  His hands roamed my body, gently caressing me all over, as if he couldn't believe I was real.  Little moans from me and desperate panting from him filled the room.  I held his head harder as I built to a dry orgasm.  As I grew more frantic, his hands settled on my bottom, still groping and petting but ready to hold me in place.  Suddenly I yelped and froze in place hard, squaeking loudly when JimBob moved his tongue once.  He was breathing as hard as I was as I came down, but he kept holding me in place.

It took me a moment to remember what he wanted, and several more before I felt I could try.  It started slow, a brief trickle across his tongue, cut short when he swallowed, moaning, and the sensations made me stiffen again.  A few breaths later I squirted out some more, which he held in his mouth for as long as he could.  Then he swallowed and I tried not to stop peeing.  It went on like that for a while.  I had a lot of pee to get out, and JimBob kept sucking and moaning and making me hard again.  His hands never left my body, stroking my bottom and belly most.  When I was done he kept sucking on me until I was humping his face and had another dry cum.

He sat back with that silly smile adults often get around me.

"Your turn?" I asked.

He blushed and shook his head.  "I already did."  I looked down at the wet spot in his shorts and felt a mix of pride and disappointment.  He liked me so much he came without me touching him, but I didn't get to enjoy the taste and feel of him.  I knew from experience that it would be cold by now.  I guess my disappointment showed more.

"Don't worry, sport.  We can play again after pizza."

"Pizza!"  It didn't take much to shift my attention.  I was always kindof hyper that way.  I hung onto his leg while he made the call shouting things like, "Pepperoni 'n breadsticks!  An' sausage!  No, Pepsi!"

JimBob put in a movie and I lay on the floor in front of him, naked bottom in the air.  It didn't take long for him to be interested in playing sex again.  I knew this one, this time.  I watch TV while he tries to make me feel so good that I forget to watch.  I liked this one.  I got lots of attention and good feelings for just pretending that nothing was going on.  Daddy Chase liked playing that game in public, or at least ones like it.

JimBob first rubbed my bum with his foot.  Rough skin and sharp tonails made me squirm.  Then he laid down beside me and stroked me from back to thigh, sliding his fingers in between my legs and spreading them slowly.  I purred softly but never took my eyes from the screen.  I almost did when he pulled away, but he just moved behind me so he could use both hands, and little kisses.

The kisses became licks down my spine and over my bum.  Warm hands pulled my cheeks apart.  I tried really hard not to make any noises as he licked my hole.  I'm sure I squirmed some.  I stopped paying attention to the TV and instead focused on his tongue lapping over my hole, then probing gently, working its way inside.  I opened up quickly and soon he was lapping deeply, coating my insides with warm slippery saliva.

Tongue was soon replaced with fingers coated with something cool and slippery.  My eyes focused on the TV again, but only enough to follow motion.  Fingers aren't as fun as a tongue, but now I was being streatched and pleasured deeper than a tongue can reach.

Sooner than expected, JimBob removed his fingers and lay half on top of me.  I squirmed so I could still see the TV while he squirmed to get his stiffy into position.  He pushed into me quickly, surprizing a squeak out of me.

At me squeak, he paused.  "You ok, sport?"  Lust mostly filled his voice, but there was real concern as well.

"Yeah.  You're small."  I'm sure that embarrassed him, but it was what came to mind.  I hadn't seen his stiffy yet, and I was used to big adults mounting me.  I was still surprised that it didn't hurt at all.

"Am I too heavy?"  Perhaps he just realized that he was laying on me with most of his weight, and my head was pinned under his chest.

"Nah.  Squishes are good."  I squeezed my cheeks together, just to feel him in me, still keeping my eyes on the TV.  Stitch was playing a guitar.

JimBob just moaned and started thrusting into me.  He was rough and wild, shuddering breaths, grasping my shoulder like he thought I might try to get away.  His thrusts forced air in and out of me so fast I began to get light headed.  His stiffy was just long enough to send fierce tingles racing through my body.  It felt like one long drawn out dry cum, and was over far too quickly.

Stitch was still holding the guitar when he pulled out of me.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh shit.  Pizza."  JimBob fairly lept off of me.  Pizza's a good trade for sex play, I thought.

"You get the door," he continued, "while I get, uh, money."  He was looking at his shorts that were probably obviously wet or stained.  I didn't make the connection and just ran to the door.

Doorknobs were still difficult for me.  I called out, "Yay, Pizza!" as I worked the door open.  Just before stepping into the open doorway, I remembered that I shouldn't be seen naked.

I poked my head around the door.  "You can't come in."

The pizza man looked at me, shifting the boxes as he read the label.  "A large, breadsticks, and... Is there an adult here?"  My eye had found the 2-liter sitting at his feet and everything else vanished from my mind.  Almost.

"Pepsi!"  I leaned out far enough to grab the bottle but still keep my willy from being seen, lifted my prize, and closed the door so the pizza man would not see me as I ran into the kitchen.

"Hey!" he shouted, thumping the door as it closed.  JimBob stepped out of the bathroom as I ran past, holding the bottle in both arms.  Appologies and payments were made before I managed to get glasses down.

JimBob chuckled and said, "Let me help you with that, sport."  We ended up sitting on the couch, me in his lap, watching Stitch and eating pizza.  When food was gone, JimBob cuddled me in his lap.  I squirmed.  Sometimes I'd be rubbing his stiffy with my bum while he fondled me.  Sometimes I would lay across his legs, my stiffy pressed against his, while he stroked my bottom.  Sometimes he'd hug me while I leaned against his arms, intently watching the TV.  About halfway through, he took off his shorts.  My hands found his stiffy more than once.  I thought he would want to put it inside me again, but he waited.

When the credits started, he held me in his lap and thrusted against me, rubbing his stiffy between my cheeks.  He took longer to cum that way, and when he did, he scooped it all up and smeared it over my stiffy and sack.  For the rest of the credits, he fondled and kissed me, bring me to two more dry cums.

"Ok, sport.  Time for your bath."

"Aww, do I hafta?"

"You go get started while I clean up the mess."  He made a face which made me giggle.  Normally I would have caused all sorts of problems trying to get out of taking a bath, but not this time.  I must've been worn out or something.

The bath was simple, at least on my end.  Bubble bath, of course, with mostly waterproof toys floating around.  I'm sure JimBob's version of the story would involve lots of exploration and caresses and smooth skin and tiny body parts.  What I remember is that he had trouble getting me clean and had to wash me twice, first with his hands, then with a washcloth.  I got warm and sleepy, and he carried me into bed and tucked me in.

At some point during the night, I woke to JimBob pulling back my covers.  I thought he asked if I needed to pee, then a warmth wrapped around my willy and suckled.  I started peeing immediately and fell back asleep before I was done.

I woke with JimBob curled against me.  Not an uncommon occurance when someone babysat me.  I went downstairs to find Daddy Rae making pancakes.  I was on my third plate of tiny pancakes when JimBob came down.

"How was my little tiger last night?" Daddy Rae greeted.

JimBob blushed heavily, "Amazing."

Daddy Rae chuckled, "Not quite what I meant, but nice to hear.  Pull up a chair, the next batch is almost ready."

JimBob sat and adjusted himself.  "Really, we had fun, besides the, uh, fun."

Of course I had to pipe up, "We played Pokemon 'n had pizza 'n watched Stitch!"

JimBob grinned, "And you gave the delivery boy quite a shock, running off with the soda in the nude."

"He didn't see me!" I protested.  "I shut the door!"  My ears burned and I honestly don't remember the rest of the conversation.  I didn't get spanked for it, though, which was the important thing to me at the time.

JimBob left after breakfast.  He sat for me many more times, until he had to go off to college.  I was 8 when he left, so I guess he was always 10 years older than I was.  Now that I know what it was that he was tested for before we met, I wonder where and how he managed to get tested.


There are lots of memories that aren't really attached to a specific series of events.  I'd lay alongside the legs of one of my daddies while watching TV.  I'd have his willy in my mouth, keeping him as stiff as I could without really trying to make him cum.  If he came, I'd have to let go for a while, or switch to my other daddy.  And sometimes they'd make me stop if what was on TV was too unhappy for them.

Bathtime was different with each daddy.  Daddy Chase would run a bubble bath and would sit in the tub with me.  Those baths were mostly about having fun with the bath.  Sex play happened sometimes and was often brief.  Usually confined to sticking things up my bum and giving me a quick dry cum.

Daddy Rae switched to showers as soon as he could.  Those were about getting clean first, and then sex play second.  I wasn't allowed to touch Daddy Rae's willy until I washed and rinsed all over.  Then I'd take him into my mouth while he finished washing his face and hair.  Usually he'd let out a moan and start peeing down my throat.  In the shower, he wouldn't hold himself back.  If it came out too fast for me to swallow, I had to either hold his willy tight enough to slow it down or let the pee flow out of my mouth and down my chest.  Sometimes he'd let me continue sucking until he came, but usually not.  He liked saving his cum for Daddy Chase.  Rarely, he would lift me in his arms and lower my bum onto his stiffy.  Always lots of fun when Daddy Rae came in me that way, but he was always very tired after.

I was often naked in the house.  So were my daddies.  Usually nothing was thought of it, it's just how we were.  Stiffies happened only when there was good cause for them.

Daddy Rae almost never peed in the bathroom.  Usually Daddy Chase drank from him, and sometimes I'd suckle on his stiffy while he did so.  Sometimes, if I begged well enough, I'd get a drink from Daddy Rae while Daddy Chase sucked on me.  About half the time I had to pee, Daddy Chase would drink from me, sometimes with Daddy Rae sucking him.  When whoever was peeing was done, all sucking stopped, that was the rule.  So it was rare when one of us came.

Daddy Chase peed in the bathroom alot.  It could be because of all the pee that he drank, or 'cause he drank so much water.

The way I told it makes it sound so rigid and ritualized.  It wasn't.  It's just that we each knew we could make each other happy that way, so we preferred to do it like that.
