Babysitting the Morton Boys Part 1
by Tim Thomasson
timthommass@yahoo.com
copyright 2007 by Tim Thomasson, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Dear Sirs:
I have already introduced myself, but let me do so again. My
name is Karen Joe Danby and I am fifteen years old and an
active and in demand babysitter here in Huntsville. I have
been asked by the town elders to keep a diary, so to speak,
of my experiences, allowing them to be read by those who are
interested in the program and wondering how it works. Might
I suggest you go back and read, or reread my previous entry,
entitled, Babysitting the Anderson Boys, for answers to any
questions you may have or that may arise when reading this
story.
It has also been suggested that my entries appear in
chronological order, rather than by theme or by family. To
allow you, the reader, to experience, as seen through my
eyes, the events as they have unfolded over the previous
month.
Sincerely,
Karen Joe Danby
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Babysitting the Morton Boys.
The Mortons are a family I have been babysitting for since
the program was conceived. While not considered among the
towns movers or shakers, in their own way Mr. And Mrs.
Morton played a prominent role in the acceptance of the
program. Prominent in that they are considered just another
family. Neither rich nor poor. Not power players, yet
neither are they without a voice. Exactly the kind of people
that make up the vast majority of this town. So when a few
families, such as the Mortons, came out in such strong favor
of the program, it's success was sealed.
Now the Mortons are not night owls. They may have a drink
now and then but for the most part they are home at night.
That does not mean they do not enjoy their time to
themselves, away from their kids. I have a standing date to
babysit every Saturday afternoon and every other Tuesday as
well during the summer. The Saturdays during the school year
is their time to get chores done without dragging the boys
along, while not worrying about what they may, or may not be
doing. During the summer most of their free time is devoted
to the golf course. They are fanatics about that game.
As always, I arrive a little early on the first Saturday of
the month, so it was barely after twelve when I got there.
Now as stated, it was the first Saturday of the month, a day
the boys hate, so needless to say I was not greeted with
open arms. Their hellos were said by rote, as mannered
children do, but without warmth. I no longer remember
exactly how this ritual came into play but on the first
Saturday of every month it is time for the Morton children
to visit the doctor, so to speak. Meaning the neighborhood
kids show up in force. First and foremost among them would
be Michael, who is thirteen, who also plays the doctor. His
sister, Tanya, age twelve, is the nurse, and their friend,
Sue, who is also twelve, is the recpetionist.
It is so cute. I mean they all have their parts down pat. To
the point that Michael has a white smock, Tanya an old
nurses dress, and Sue always comes looking too grown up,
ready to play her part to the hilt, although considering the
shortess of her dress and the length of her heels, one
wonders what Peyton Place reject she is using as her role
model. Over time it has also become a given that any other
children who are free, come to visit the doctor. They make
up the patients in the waiting room. Then it became habit
that any kid who may have worked their parents last nerve
that day, could also be sent over to visit the doctor. To
cure what ails them, so to speak. Makes for an especially
free wheeling afternoon. One that keeps us all on pins and
needles waiting for the door to knock, to see who is
entering, and most of all, why. True the Morton kids hate
it, but then again, if they didn't, wouldn't be half as
exciting.
At promptly one o'clock, Michael, Tanya and Sue knocked and
after saying their quick and happy hi's went straight to the
rec room, to rearrange the furniture and to prepare for
today's patients. Almost immediately afterwards the Barth
boys, ages ten and twelve entered. Then, as luck would have
it, and luck can be good or bad depending on who you are,
Theresa, a classmate of Lewis's came over. Nice enough that,
but she had two strangers in tow who she introduced as her
cousins. Maggie, fifteen, and Linda, thirteen, both cute as
buttons, if in a country bumpkin kind of way. Wearing skirts
so long they actually cover their knees, and when they went
to sit down, they actually crossed their legs. Still, one
look at the two new faces, cute faces attached to limbs that
long and shapely and for sure, the boys were going to be all
sorts of embarrassed.
The afternoon hadn't even started and if one includes
myself, the Morton boys already have nine people waiting to
witness their monthly exam. Not as many as usual, but a good
start to the afternoon none the less.
The Morton's have three sons. First there is Lewis, who just
turned fourteen last month. Now Lewis and his brothers are
typical of the Morton family as a whole in that there is
nothing special about them, except for the fact they are not
special. They are not tall, nor are they short. They are not
defined like athletic stars, still they all have nice and
distinctly male bodies. They are not too cute for words yet
neither are they, by any stretch, unattractive. If anything,
they are poster children for the boy next door. To see any
one of the boys is to feel a tug at your memories, trying to
remember where you know that face from. Lewis is also at
that stage where he can look like boy or young man,
depending on how you wish to view him. If you are looking at
the lean angles in his face, his softness of features now a
thing of the past, you see the man. If instead you look at
his skin, so pink it looks fresh, like the color of blown
bubble gum, you see the boy.
Next comes John who is thirteen and like his brother is
becoming all angles, although there is still a softness to
his face that accents his boyish features. John will also be
the shortest of all the boys once they have reached
maturity. He will also be the one who will one day be stocky
as even now there is a fullness of body to him that makes
one think of a young wrestler. Developing muscles covered in
a single layer of baby fat.
Last but far from least is Vince, who is a real cutie in the
making. Eleven and the most wanted boy in the fifth grade,
not that this matters to him, with a face that is capable of
showing great ranges of expression. If he is smiling, it is
all but impossible not to smile with him. Then again, if he
is frowning, you can feel his emotions a room away.
Just when I was about to call the boys down we got a real
treat. The Morton's next door neighbors have one son left
living at home, one who is older then us, but as stated, in
this town, if you are still a teenager, well. Anyway his
name is Daniel and he is sixteen. Now to preface this a
little, his arriving doesn't mean anything. There are times
when he is sent over as a witness. A none too gentle
reminder that one false step, and he is next. And there also
have been times, if not recently, when he has shown on his
own, just to watch the proceedings. Then there are days like
today. When he is sent over wearing this sad face and a note
from his 'Mommy'. A note he is to hand to the receptionist
which states that Daniel hasn't been acting like himself
lately, and could the doctor please see him today.
Walking him into the rec room Daniel's face turns all sorts
of colors, as he freezes all but in mid-stride. Theresa, he
may or may not know her personally, either way she is a
known face. However her cousins are strangers, outsiders for
sure at the way they are dressed, and the idea that they are
here, and today of all days, and he is blushing and unable
to react. A cute sight, a sight so cute and unexpected that
Theresa can't help but to giggle. Giggle and gently ask,
"Did your Mommy send you to see the doctor today." Daniel's
look, it says all. Just as Theresa's too happy comments are
saying all to her cousins as she gleefully starts to clue
them in. Soon all three are having the kind of giggling fit
only girls can have. Out of the corner of my eye I happen to
catch Daniel's unconscious reaction. Even while still in his
jeans, his first reaction is to throw his hands down in
front. I grinned, thinking today, today is going to be a
good day.
Blushing and silent, Daniel took a seat in the waiting area.
The side of the room where the folding chairs are set into
four rows, each row four across. That and at Theresa's
request, he is forced to sit down next to them. So this is
what the fly looks like when caught by the spider. Or would
be if the fly was a teenage male named Daniel. Of course
this was too much of a game for the Barth boys to leave
alone. Immediately they took up spots behind the front row,
leaning over to listen in, and of course, to add their
input. Input which is delivered with the glee their ages
demand.
The visual was so strong, and Daniel's look so pitiful, I
let the moment stretch. Listening in and catching snatches
of words, phrases, that were causing Daniel to squirm, to
appear so stricken that truly, he looked in need of a
doctor. Hearing Maggie ask, in a tone that was equal parts
disbelief and curiosity, "So, are you going to be getting
naked in front of us today." Goodness, was Daniel red when
half nodding, if not as red as when Maggie's sister
whispered, in this low voice of conspiracy, "We have never
seen a naked boy before." then dropped in what she
considered a dark secret when shyly adding, "At least not in
the flesh." Theresa gently hushed her with a pat on her
hand and a calm, "Linda, now be patient and you will see him
in all his glory. Won't she Daniel." Linda, she might have
laughed, she might have been ready to swoon, I will never
know as Tommy Barth's sudden and squeaky, "Wait until he is
all naked and walking. His dick swings like an elephant's
trunk!" broke the growing tension.
They all laughed at that visual. Well, all save Daniel.
Shrewd and biting comments, one or two even softly spoken in
a country drawl, that was the room, or was until Sue loudly
and proudly proclaimed that, "The doctor's office is now
open." Nodding at her, I asked for a moment, telling her I
need to call the rest of her patients in. That sure got the
girls attention. That and the comment from the Barth
brothers which stated, "You girls are going to love them.
They look like cute boys from the country, only without the
hay in their hair." In one single comment they had summed
up, visually, the Morton's boys appearance. And I could have
been wrong, but I wasn't. Linda's eyes were trying to cross
and her sister, well, she had gone so far as to uncross her
legs and she looked ready to hyperventilate. Good grief, are
there really such innocents left in this world.
Walking into the room might be an over statement. More like
the boys slunk, as if looking for a shadow to hide
themselves in. Not that it did them any good. No more had
Lewis and John turned the corner than the cousins, as I was
now thinking of them, were peppering the room with
questions. Quizzing Theresa under their breath, in voices so
soft is was as if they were afraid to speak up, as if this
were magic being spun by a fairy godmother and to talk would
break the spell. Whispering, "Are these boys really going to
be stripping for us." The cousins might have been timid, the
Barth boys are not, as their sneering and in unison, "Strip?
That's the least of their worries." made clear.
All three of the Morton boys were staring at the cousins,
and their reactions, in many ways, mirrored that of Daniel.
All sorts of nervous stares. Long looks that turned red when
catching the cousins gentle smiles. The kind of smiles girls
having been giving to boys since the dawn of time when to
shy to speak, yet attracted to what they are seeing. Quick
and darting glances at one another, their faces becoming
masks of fear, as they caught the glint in Theresa's smile.
A glint that shined, as if cold and metallic. So off guard
that for the moment they couldn't decide if to sit, or
prance. By the time the boys took their seats all three were
speechless and looking as pale as ghosts on a summers day.
Her patients now sitting, Sue looked down at her pad, as if
actually looking to see who was on today's lists of
patients, and in a voice that was too calm to be anything
other than practiced, said, "Daniel Vallerand."
Getting to his feet Daniel looked shaky, then took off, all
but jumping, in three quick steps, the distance between him
and Sue, before stopping and saying, "Here." I was too
intent on watching the cousins to listen in on the
conversation. I knew it would be some variation of the same,
are you not feeling well, what seems to be the problem,
anything to string the drama out, that was Sue. It was only
when she stated, "I have an opening. Why don't you
underdress and the doctor will be with you shortly." that my
attention was diverted.
Daniel, he tried to put on a brave face, and usually he was
one of the best at remaining stoic, so maybe it was the
girls, their unpainted lips having opened into soft and
inviting circles, that were getting to him, or maybe it was
just a bad day. The whys, in the end, don't matter. What
does matter is how thin his lips became, how his eyes
seemingly closed, and how it took him three tries before he
could get the top button on his shirt to open. By the time
Daniel had his shirt off and was bent over, undoing the
laces to his shoes, Linda was talking to herself under her
breath. And darn, how I wished I could have listened in. The
poor girl's lips were moving so fast it was as if she was
talking to an unseen person beside her. I think she was this
close to fainting when with a frown, Daniel placed his hands
inside his jeans and pushed down.
Unlike the Morton boys Daniel stands out, and would in any
crowd. He is of average height and weight, yet his features
are too perfect, the kind that make you do a double take, as
if waiting to see him blink so you know you aren't staring
at a mannequin. Then, if you would happen to see him at a
beach, you would be examining the lines to his body. He
might have needed some weight to be a swimsuit model, maybe,
but the way his cut stomach ripples, accenting his chest and
the hidden broadness to his shoulders... like damn. Little
wonder then, at least for the moment, that he appeared to be
the most captivating sight the cousins had ever seen. Or so
said their suppressed giggles and the film of sweat on their
upper lips. And for such innocent girls they sure were
looking him up, and then down. Taking in the thick dark
hairs on his calves. The sparser dark hairs on his thighs.
The smoothness to his chest and the ripples to his stomach.
No wonder then that Daniel looked so nervous. Even more
nervous when Sue told him to take a seat, it would be a few
minutes before he could be seen, as taking a seat meant
sitting down next to the girls in tight white underwear, and
nothing else.
The procedure, when Lewis's name was called, was the same.
The reason for the visit was asked, then given, he was here
for his monthly check-up, then he too was told to strip down
to his underwear. Now the difference a few years can make,
especially in the development of a boy, was never more
evident than today. Lewis, as stated, his features are
distinct, with angles and edges to his face. His body
though, once he was down to his underwear, was as smooth as
a baby's bottom and just as silky looking, save the hair
under his arms, and the soft, almost invisible laying of
fine downy on the his calves. What did stand out the
cleanness to his lines. Single layers of muscle that stated
here was a younger teenager waiting to bloom. The natural
lines of one who will be someday, maybe soon, be cut and
defined, and this promise, this tease of the future, and it
was my turn to have a small layer of sweat on my lip. And a
tight grin on my face.
Once all the boys were down to their underwear and sitting
in their chairs, a silence hung in the air. Even the Barth
brothers were quiet, save the occasional comment to break
the mood. Such as when pointing out to the cousins, "Notice
how well trained they all are. Look at them. All are sitting
with their feet flat on the floor, backs straight, hands at
their sides." Of course they were, that rule had started
long ago, otherwise the boys natural reactions, to cover,
would overtake them.
All it took was my nod and Sue stood up and said, "Daniel
Vallerand, the nurse is ready for you now."
Until that time Tanya had been out of sight, behind a make
shift curtain, an old blanket, that was now drawn back,
revealing herself and one small, almost child sized stool.
Now that she was in the spotlight, she took her time, slowly
walking until she met Daniel halfway, then took his hand
while softly cooing, "Come along little boy. There is
nothing to be scared of." A simple statement that got a
nervous hoot of humor out of the cousins. A hoot that caused
Theresa to lean over and ask for quiet as she told her
cousins, "Girls. You ain't seen nothing yet."
First Tanya had Daniel stand beside the stool, then she took
the paper tape measure off the table while telling Daniel he
had to stand still if she was to get an accurate height.
Moments later she stated, "Five feet, ten inches, and three
quarters." A fact Sue was writing down into her notebook.
All Tanya had to say next was, "Hands." and Daniel
obediently clasped his hands behind his head, at which time
Tanya matter-of-factually stated, "Hair noted under clients
pits." Then made the same observation as to the hair on his
legs. Daniel was now starting to sweat and the cousins were
on the edge of their seats with the tension, the unnatural
quiet in the air, cluing them in that soon, very soon, their
dreams were to come true. Of course, with this group,
nothing was done without a twist, so Daniel's next order was
to stand on the stool. Once on the stool you could see the
small tremors he was fighting, best of all, you could see
the hidden horror flickering in his eyes as Tanya told him,
"Ok little man. The nurse now has to check you out down
there."
Should have heard the intake of breath from the cousins,
sounded like a train whistle. Only before Tanya could react,
there was knocking at the front door. I smiled and shook my
head, I had been wondering where the crowd was. Of course it
goes without saying that the boys, they were not smiling.
Especially when I came in the room with six new sets of
eyes, all attached to faces that were shining, showing grins
that were just waiting to break into leers. Faces that
belonged to the Saunders kids, Becky, a shy fourteen, and
her brother Chris, twelve and all boy. Another pair of faces
belonged to the Teleman girls, twins who were the same age,
eleven, and in the same class as Vince. Best of all however,
were Craig and Kyle, whose last names I do not know. They
had come over after first stopping next door, looking for
their friend Daniel. Young hunks of manhood that would make
any girl smile. Young hunks who were loudly announcing to
Daniel, as they fought to be understood through their
laughter, "Hey man. Your mom said you were next door...at
the doctors!" before cracking up and giving one another low
fives. Low fives and pointed leers that were causing Daniel
to blush and bite down, hard, on his lower lip.
The room had sixteen seats, and eleven were now taken. Maybe
not the usual standing room only, but enough of a crowd that
all four of the boys were now on pins and needles.
Only when some semblance of order was in place did Tanya
again speak, and the sound of her voice, so loud and so
clear, quieted the anxious undertones. It may not have
stilled the room, that was probably all but impossible, but
those who were speaking were now doing so in whispers, if in
whispers that carried a trace of lust as Tanya had just
repeated her words from before when stating, "Ok little boy.
It is now time for the nurse to check you out...down there."
Weird the sound of sudden silence after all those titters,
but I think the room was collectively holding it's breath as
Tanya took a step forward, placing her hands inside the band
around Daniel's boxers, then, while somehow managing to keep
a straight face, pulled down, inch by inch, until his long,
slender penis came into view. Until his balls, two large
circles inside a singular container, flopped in the open as
Daniel pranced in place, accented by small pips and squeaks.
The silence erupted into a flurry of noise and each and
every person had something to say. Be it the friend next to
them, such as the cousins when looking at each other and
saying, over and over again, "Oh my...oh...my." Be it the
Teleman twins who were focused on Vince, their childish
pitches cooing, "We can't wait til it's your turn Vince!" Or
be it Craig and Kyle whose deeper tones were carrying sharp
cutting words, such as, "Dude! You're a pencil dick!"
Cutting words that left Daniel all but tripping and falling
as he fought for control, to obey Tanya's calm words of,
"Lift your foot." so she could remove his unders, leaving
him naked and scarlet.
Tanya knew from experience to now ignore the other kids, if
not, we would be here all day. That from this point on their
voices would rise and fall in time with her actions, so
without a look back she simply took up the tape measurer,
then grasped Daniel's dick while ignoring his buckling
knees, then pulled, stretching his penis out and away from
his body, forward as far as he could go, before measuring,
then singing out the details to Sue. That might have seemed
funny to the younger kids, Daniel's friends, they looked
surprised, if not a little impressed. Even flaccid, Daniel
had some real length. If not so impressed as to call out,
darkly asking, "Yeah, that's his length, but what's his
width." That sure brought the house down. Although bless her
heart, Tanya next took that measurement as well.
As embarrassed as Daniel looked, the Morton boys looked that
scared. Eyes that were darting back and forth, until I
noticed that the last place they would look was at one
another. For in one another's eyes, they saw the fear inside
themselves. A fear too scary, apparently, to look at. Much
less acknowledge. Fear that became tremors as Daniel was
next ordered to bend over and grab the stool and spread his
legs, and the reason for the small stool soon became
apparent as bending over that far meant Daniel had to
stretch, giving us all a view that is rarely seen. Tremors
that were all but knocking his knees, that was Daniel, and
the Morton boys, as Tanya gently stroked his pink hole,
lightly, with a single finger, leaving Daniel to lift up
onto his toes each time her gentle tickle caressed his most
sensitive spot, before turning to Sue and stating, "No hair
between cheeks. Patient is therefore considered to be a
boy."
Hoots and laughter, Daniel sure heard that after her
announcement. That and the sneers from Craig and Kyle as
they sneered to the room, "A boy? We could have told you
that!"
Now the rec room maybe the biggest room in the Morton house,
that doesn't mean it has unusual dimensions, the end result
being that now that Daniel's initial assessment was
complete, to make way for Lewis, he had to take a spot all
but next to the cousins. Standing in front of their
searching eyes, hands behind his back, as they ogled him
from head to toe, with most of their attention on his
slender penis. No wonder he was all fidgety. And red.
Lewis and John were just as red and embarrassed as Daniel
had been. And the comments, they were just as loud and just
as pointed. The only real differences were subtle. Both of
the Morton boys had frames that spoke of mass and muscle to
come. Lewis was leaner, hard and almost defined, were as
John was softer, his muscle tone hidden. The Morton boys
both had soft hair under their pits and on their calves,
although John much less than Lewis, but up against the
darker and older Daniel both seemed boyish caricature,
making them appear more as overgrown kids than teenagers.
And never more so when they too were excused, and sent to
stand next to Daniel.
When it was Vince's turn, the boy turned all sorts of red
and was blushing so hard he couldn't speak. Any orders given
to him were responded to by a nod of the head. Guess all the
comments from the Teleman twins, and their excitement as it
got closer and closer to his turn to undress, had left him
speechless. One could almost understand why when Tanya
finally lowered the boy's white briefs, revealing a hairless
penis and a tight sac. This is not to say he was small, his
sudden spurt in height, that alone would have made that all
but impossible, but of the three Morton boys, he was the one
who in time was going to be truly hung once physically
mature. Even so, his ears were burning as the twins worked
him over. Comparing him to a baby and wondering where the
pacifier was at. Maybe not the most original lines, but when
delivered by two eleven years old in the midst of gleeful
fit, it did the trick.
Scarlet, that was all four boys as they stood facing us,
naked, hands behind their backs, their dicks exposed.
Scarlet and getting redder when Michael dramatically pulled
back the last curtain and with a puffed out chest, and in
this long white Doctor's coat that looked two sizes two big
for him, and so full of himself that he came parading out
into the room like a penguin waddling on shore, before
loudly barking, "Nurse. I am ready for the first patient."
It was up to Tanya as to who was called first and there
never was any rhyme or reason, at least none I could pick up
on, as to who she would call. Today she just looked serenely
at all four boys, then got this small leer on her face as
with hooded eyes she asked Vince to step forward. The poor
boy looked ready to cry on the spot. But step forward he
did. Much to the twins delight.
Now Michael, he took playing the doctor to the hilt, such as
looking into Michael's ears with a flashlight. Or having him
stick out his tongue and look down his throat. He even had a
small stethoscope to listen with. All good, clean fun, or
was until it was time for the real physical. The gasps of
delight in the room when Michael told Vince to go the stool
was but a precursor to the hoots that were heard when the
shaking boy went to the stool, then spread his legs and bent
down until his hands were flat. Meaning his butt was as high
into the air as possible, and that his legs were spread so
far apart that his tight little hole was now open. A pink
opening of endless possibilities that was delighting us all.
Maggie's and Linda's, "No way!" were met with huge grins. No
ways that were spoken in disbelief after Michael had opened
his bag and pulled out this thin, if surprising long, dildo.
A dildo that had been marked, inch by inch, all ten inches
of it. No ways that were being exclaimed even as Michael
smeared it with lube, until it was glossy and wet looking,
then took up his spot behind, if to the side, of Vince. No
ways that dissolved into giggles as Vince gave out this high
pitched squeal, his reaction to the cold dildo being
inserted. Giggles that were giving way to fits of laughter
as the boy piped out little peeps of sound and rotated his
bottom to and fro, his reaction to Michael's slow in and out
motion. Peeps, that if you listen very closely, that were
giving way to deep breaths and gasps of horror. Hard to hear
that change though given the running commentary of the twins
as they pointed how much Vince was enjoying this, why look
at his butt move! Why look at the way he was up on his toes,
before all but falling forward as he twisted into some
really strange and awkward positions. Why listen to those
gasps, gasps that were becoming louder as Vince was now
rotating his cheeks in some real urgency, all to the crowds
delight. Running commentary that became pointed fingers and
sneers when Vince was told to stand up, and in doing so,
showed the boy panting and boned, boned to where he was
longer than I had ever seen him before. Long enough even
Michael was blinking in surprise.
Catching his breath, Michael had the presence of mind to ask
Tanya, "Nurse. May I ask what problem brought this boy to
the office today?" Tanya is, in some ways, I swear, a seer.
She knows, instinctively, when a boy has changed, and
exactly how to hit him where he lives. With a slow smile she
told the room, "Doctor. The patients mother is reporting
seeing white on the tip of his penis." Even I rolled my eyes
at that statement, just I was left to wonder how Tanya knew
it was Vince's time.
Waiting until he could be heard Michael asked Vince if this
was true, although he had to try asking four times before he
could get the entire sentence out without laughing. Vince,
he looked frozen to the spot, too scared to speak, to even
nod yes or no for that matter. Sure signs that the answer
was yes. Besides, regardless of Vince's reply, what could
the doctor do but confirm or disprove this finding. And
there was but one way to find out for sure, so with lips
that were parted Michael ordered Vince to jerk, to "Let the
doctor see what happens now that your hard." Is it any
wonder then that the twins let out this soft sigh.
Vince, he had a shine to his face and he was looking down
with closed eyes and rather than chance opening them he
instead let his right hand come free, from behind his back,
and all but traced the curve of his body until he found his
penis. Then biting down on his lower lip, he grasped himself
with a closed hand, much like a half formed fist, then
slowly went to move his hand down. For the moment, one could
have heard a horn blowing from a mile away. Once up, then
one time down, and forget that Vince was eleven, young he
might be, small, that he was in no way, as the dude was
showing some serious wood. The boner he had shown after the
dildo was nothing when compared to the reaction his own hand
was producing. Long by nature, and now hard, the strokes of
his hand were filling the boy out until his penis seemed all
but unnatural in size. As if he were to get any bigger, he
would lose his balance and fall forward.
Much as Vince hated being on display, it sure didn't take
him long until a sheen of white appeared on the tip of his
penis. Until his pants were like loud ticks of a clock.
Until the twins were all but ready to crawl out of their
skin. It was at this point that Michael ordered Vince to
stop, and it took another, "I said stop Vince!" one that was
ordered with some real snap, before Vince stopped. His penis
was swaying, but what I noticed was that he was so engorged,
and therefore so long that the head of his penis was
actually up to his belly button. No small trick that. Just
as it is no easy trick to leave me speechless, but I would
have been if asked to respond. What a sight. Vince was all
sorts of jerky spasms, as if the dildo was still inside him,
rocking him back and forth, leaving his penis waving back
and forth, like a palm in a breeze, that alone was attention
getting, but it was the sheer size of penis that left my
mouth dry. Was like looking at a surreal painting, that is
how out of place his huge erection appeared up against his
bald and hairless background. Unnatural. It also stated,
clearly, that someone was now, without a doubt, officially
in the early throes of puberty. Michael is never one to
turn down an evil idea, especially if it is one his own, so
I was far from surprised when Michael oh so gently told
Vince, "Now, now. This is as common as rain where boys are
concerned." as if Vince's feelings were of his utmost
concern. Anyone that knew Michael knows this was nothing
more than dark foreshadowing. Even I was grinning and
leaning forward. Then smiling when he looked at Daniel and
asked, "Now isn't it Daniel."
Fear, or the shame of again being in the spotlight, either
way just the mention of his name and Daniel got all pink in
the face, before quickly recovering and in a small voice
responded with a soft, Yes." If not as red as when Michael
all but cooed at Daniel while telling him to come forward.
I saw, by the way Michael was pointing at the stool, the
order for Daniel to take up position. No way I could hear
him over the noise of voices so raised, so excited. Still,
all it took was Michael speaking and the volume decreased,
dramatically, to where you could now hear him as he teased
Daniel with this lightly veiled order of, "Daniel. Now I
want you to try and stay still this time, while I insert the
dildo inside you. I need an honest measurement, otherwise, I
will keep inserting it over and over again until I am
satisfied it can go in no further." Wow, did that ever get
Craig and Kyle going, as in voices as loud and as tinged as
if fans wanting to be heard in a crowd they were screaming,
"Yeah dude! Tell us how much you like to take it up the
ass!" or, "Wait! You ain't seeing nothing yet. Bet Daniel
squeals like a pig once the dildo gets to moving!" Words
thrown out like knives, words that in the end, left his
friends laughing to hard to speak.
Spreading his legs until they were on the outside of the
stool, Daniel took one deep breath, then fell forward, like
a diver entering the water. Now Daniel had further to bend
down, so once in position he was showing us not so much a
pink opening as a deep crevasse, like that of a canyon, with
cheeks so split they appeared as two distinct halves.
Needless to say, one of his friends found his voice long
enough to sing out, "Damn dude. You look juicy!" before
cracking up again and laughing so hard the rest of us were
chuckling along.
Now Michael is the one guy, the only one really, that I know
who can match me tit-for-tat when on a roll. Softly laying
his hand on Daniel's right cheek he caressed his bottom.
Gently running his hands back and forth until Daniel was all
but sighing, against his will. Next he took one finger and
ran it down the center of his crack, then moved his hand
back up again, using just the tip of his finger, then back
down again, until Daniel was all but grunting and shaking as
he fought the ticklish reaction. Only then did Michael
speak, and even then it was more a deep purr as he said, "Oh
yeah. We need to put this dildo in you. The doctor needs to
see just how much you can take!" Those words and everyone
was on the edge of their seats, all looking at Michael as he
gave us a slow wink, then, while twirling the dildo between
his hands, circling it back and forth, centered the device
and placed the tip on the opening between Daniel's cheeks.
Allowing himself a smile as Daniel reacted with a sharp
intake of breath, then, without warning, moved it in, hard
and fast, forcefully, and with that, Daniel's hands almost
came off the stool. A stroke so deep that it spoke of
ownership. Followed by another deep thrust that spoke of the
desire to control. One more thrust and Daniel was moaning in
protest. Protest that carried a strangled pitch of
awakening, or maybe that is just how I choice to interrupt
the spreading of his legs as Daniel tried to create room for
the hard thrusts.
Another deep thrust and Daniel let out with this, "Please
Dr. Michael. No more." Now Daniel calling Michael doctor
was, we all agreed, a kick, but no way did that change
Michael's tactics. One more thrust, this time slowly, moving
the dildo in an inch at a time, until it met final
resistance, and Michael paused, then told Tanya, "Six
inches." Then dropped in this fake, if sad sounding, "That's
it, six inches. Seems to me this boy needs some practice."
much to our delight. Then with a sudden flash of a grin too
wicked, Michael clicked on the switch, and even over the
noise in the room one could hear the small whine of the
motor as it began rotating inside Daniel. And if we had
thought Vince could swing his hips, that was nothing when
compared to the sight Daniel presented us with. That boy
could have won any dancing contest, at any time, in any
place, what with the way he was grating.
No wonder his friends were all but screaming, "Yeah, baby.
Sway that ass. Show us how much you like it like that!"
If it wasn't for the fact that I babysit so often that I
have become an unlicenced expert on male anatomy, especially
the size of their manhood once erect, I might have become
jaded by what I was seeing today. No doubt Vince was long
and hard, especially for his age, but Daniel, Daniel was
something else all together. He should be in films or the
like. Not all that wide, as stated before, but long. Long
enough that his friends, for once, were speechless. And
never more so than when Michael took the tape measurer, and
after taking his free hand and holding Daniel's penis
against his body, his penis was throbbing so hard there was
no way to gauge it's length otherwise, Michael softly
stated, "Nine inches, and one sixteenth." Nary a sound from
his friends, but their eyes sure were wide open. Open almost
as wide as the twin's mouths were.
Not that Michael was done. Not that boy. First thing he did
was have Daniel and Vince stand side by side, and what a
visual that was. Both erect, both throbbing, and both
showing faint traces of precum. Yet how powerful it was to
see Daniel with his hard and cut body, with body hair that
was damp and glistening, standing beside a boy who was as
clean as a whistle. Nary a hair anywhere, looking all the
more boyish in comparison, making the humiliation of Daniel
just that more complete as he glowed in shame, as he was put
through the paces as if he were no older than Vince. Pink
splotches that all but turned into glowing embers as Michael
went on to tell Vince, "See. There is nothing to be ashamed
of. Happens all the time." Somehow those words failed to
comfort either boy.
Michael's next order came though as a dare, as if going for
double or nothing, as in this voice that was all too
professional he told Daniel to show Vince what all boys do
when it's late in the night and they are alone, and under
the covers. You could have heard a pin drop. Quiet enough so
that when Michael asked Daniel, "What. Are you saying you
don't know how to jack-off." it felt like a drum roll to a
bad joke. Even if Michael's next line, a thrown away, "And
remember, you must let us know when you are ready to
cum...unless you want to do it a second time." brought the
house down.
Daniel's Adam's apple was moving up and down so fast it
looked like he was choking. And his hand was moving forward
so slowly it was if he fighting gravity before with two
fingers and his thumb he gently grasped his shaft, then with
eyes closed, made a slow up, then down motion. Good thing
his eyes were closed, otherwise he might have noticed how
the room, males and females alike, were scooting forward,
inching closer to the action.
I am not sure how many times Daniel stroked himself with his
two fingers and thumb before his length grew to the point he
was now forced to use his whole hand, maybe ten, twelve
times, but once erect, the only way the he could create
enough force on a dick his size, to bring him to climax, was
to use his entire hand, balled up like a fist. I also made a
mental note to myself, with a snicker when thinking to
myself, what they say about the size of a dudes hands and
his penis, it is true. It takes a lot of hand to engulf that
much penis, and Daniel was doing so with ease.
Love the way you can read a guy, the way they wear their
emotions on their sleeve. When first starting to jerk they
often close their eyes, or look away, as if off into space,
as if into some private place only they know. Soon after
that their eyes open, and focus, and for a short time they
are acutely aware of their surroundings, much like Daniel
and the self horror that is written all over his face, and
it is just too, too much. The way he is all but a step from
crying, yet hypnotized. Looking first at the panting and
open mouths that are the twins. Then at the leers and sneers
on his friends. Hearing the small gasps of delight from the
females. Hearing the low taunts from the males.
Next, and this too seems almost universal, but I gotta admit
I just love the way boys open their mouths, as if wounded
and in need of air, before closing their eyes again, and
their minds for all I know, as if closing off the rest of
the world. A sure sign that in mere moments their heads are
going to thrown back onto their shoulders, that and a
glisten of sweat that will soon form into small, round beads
that will be shimmering on their foreheads. This just before
small grunts of deep sound come whispering out of their
chests.
Almost last, but far from least, is like now, where Daniel's
body is shaking and his knees keep buckling in, fighting his
own legs, or so it seems, as they spread out for balance.
The way his whispered grunting becomes small bleats of
sound, mixed in with almost formed words, as the boy speaks
to himself. The way he is fighting emotions too strong to
put into words, those that contain the joy of release and
the shame of display, a fight which is releasing more and
more testosterone into the body, which only accents his
distress. No wonder then Daniel's expression, and that of a
marathon runner at the end of a race, so mirror one another.
Of course there is nothing in this world that matches this
moment. The moment where Daniel is fighting hormones and
common sense. Where horror and joy collide like two titans
fighting for dominance. The very moment when Daniel lets out
these quick urps of "Oh yes. Oh yes." like giant hiccups,
then letting go with this stunning, one of a kind moan,
before shaking like a falling leaf in the air as he screams
out, loudly enough to make us jump, "I am cumming!" And cums
he does. High into the air, like a fountain being turned on.
Giant squirts of white foam, like water when reaching it's
peak, fly upwards into the air, then hang, as if suspend in
the air, before falling back down. Landing on himself,
landing on the floor besides him, even flying so far as for
a single glob to land in Sue's hair. It takes a moment for
her to realize what has happened, but when she does, her
sputtering, "Yuck!" breaks the mood. If not before Craig
states, "Damn dude. If you had cum like that for Cathy
Jean...no way you two would be on the outs!"
As the twins spit out their emotions, as they boys continue
with their sarcastic comments, even as Becky was looking at
the Tellman's and going, "Wow." over and over again, I was
making a mental note to myself. Find out who this Cathy Jean
is and make sure that next month, she is invited over.
They say that no two snow flakes are alike. Well, got a news
flash for you, no two boys jack-off in exactly the same way
either. After giving Daniel a few minutes on stage, letting
the comments flow until a degree of calm was regained,
Michael went back to work, so to speak. In this calm and
measured voice he told Vince, "Now that you've seen how it's
done, why don't you try."
Vince, his whole body shook, and you know he wanted to
decline the invitation, if only he could. Small pools of
water, fear and frustration multiplied, and for the moment
all he could do was stare, until Michael looked at me and
softly intoned, "Do we need to get Karen involved?" There
was a pause, then Vince shook his head, before he too closed
his eyes and let his hand drop, and it was here that the
differences became obvious.
Surprisingly Vince's hands didn't go for his penis first,
instead he allowed them to drop to the area surrounding his
penis, then let his hands roam, as if knowing these would be
the last few months, if not weeks, that he would ever feel
the complete and utter smoothness that he is now so
accenting. Small circles of movement as he feels himself up.
Motion that might have looked obscene, if not for the fact
he was still, oh so very young. Movement that changed, but
unless you were paying close attention you might not have
noticed the why. After too many circular motions to count
Vince had allowed his left hand to stop when reaching his
sac, and was now gently squeezing it, meaning one hand was
now moving freely. Or was until with a small rasp of warning
he allowed his right hand to take control of penis. Using
all of his hand he engulfed not his whole penis, only the
top third, and even then his first few strokes were more
like gentle caresses, were all focused on his sensitive tip.
Moving his hand just this much so that all of his focus, and
friction, was on the very top. No wonder then the head of
his penis grew large and became stark purple. Huge and angry
looking and out of place when compared to his still growing
shaft.
Vince next bent over at the waist, like a giant nod, before
licking his lips and allowing his hand to move lower. Slowly
stroking up, then down, until his boyish shaft became
engorged and hard, so adult like. How out of place, how
memorizing this sight was up against all that pink and
smooth skin. No wonder then that Telman girls were all but
on their feet, as if at a concert and ready to storm the
stage.
Unlike Daniel, whose warnings were deep and darkly male
pants, Vince's forewarning was more like peeps of a child's
toy car. And unlike Daniel, who even when 'performing'
instinctively took his time, as if the slower the build up,
the greater the reward, Vince's hand was now moving so fast
it almost hurt to watch. And unlike Daniel, Vince didn't
throw his head back, as if to scream out some primitive cry,
instead he kept bending further over, until his head was at
his lower chest, as if he could stretch that last inch, why
he could take himself in his own mouth.
Amazing enough though, for the first time, when Vince
climaxed, he climaxed! Oh, not a fast and furious flow,
although that will be here soon enough, yet a true spurt of
white came flashing upward, a single spurt of cum that would
have landed on his face instead of his chest if not for a
last second jerk of his head. For the moment we were all
stunned into silence, then, and I kid thee not, there was
the sound of clapping, of applause starting with the Teleman
girls and growing until the whole room was screaming out his
name like he was, indeed, a star. As for Vince, he kept
staring down, as if in shock, and to this day I wonder if
that was the first time he had actually had a discharge. He
sure had the look.
Of course if you want to talk about a look, that would be
Michael, who caught my eye and grinned. See, there is an
unspoken rule that states that until the boy, or girl, can
cum, certain activities are off limits. However, once they
can, all bets were off. Much as they now were for Vince. No
wonder we both looked ready to jump for joy.
...to be continued.