The Babysitter

The Babysitter

by

James Orr

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The Babysitter

James Orr

Text by James Orr, Copyright ©2012

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For Sam

Chapter One

Adam clicked on to his emails and opened the first one.

Hi Adam, Have a great summer. I will think of you when I am in Santorini. Will ring when I get back. Kevin.

It seemed that all his friends were off on holiday, Santorini, Paphos, Crete and even Thailand. He would have to spend his summer in Brighton. It wasn’t that he wanted to go away, he just couldn’t afford to.

He had finished his second year at Brighton University studying Landscape Design. It was July and he had the rest of the summer to look forward to.

Mum had been great, but her jobs cleaning at Brighton General Hospital and the Gala Bingo, didn’t pay much. She did her best considering that she was a single parent at the age of nineteen. His father had disappeared as soon as he had heard of the pregnancy. It was she who had brought him up, along with his grandmother.

If only he could earn some extra cash.

He was already in debt but knew that he didn’t have to pay it off until he started work after his degree.

Adam, your tea’s ready, his Mum shouted up from the bottom of the stairs.

What is it? he asked.

Shepherd’s pie, she replied. Your favourite.

As he sat eating his mother said, Why don’t you do some babysitting this summer? You’ve done it before and it pays well.

I’ve only ever looked after David and Sam up the road.

Well I am sure their mums will give you a reference. Put a card in the post office widow and I will ask around for you.

I will, I will.

Do you remember when you had that newspaper round when you were sixteen? Out all weather, came back soaking wet sometimes.

I do.

You’re too old for a paper round now; she said then added, Babysitting is your best bet,

His mind wandered back to when he used to ride around on his bike delivering the Argus newspaper.

Fun times he thought.

Bugger! The weatherman hadn't said about the rain. It was pouring and he was soaked through. When he had started his paper round it was warm and sunny. Tracksuit and trainers were just right to wear as he cycled the route that evening.

He had almost finished his round, just one house left then home. He cycled his route so that he ended up at the end of the small village they lived in. Then he could get a straight two mile ride home after the last house.

Mr Turner was his last call. He lived in a bungalow with quite a large garden. It wasn’t a modern place but he knew he was into model trains because of the magazines he delivered.

He was early forties, slightly going grey, but a nice bloke. He had given him a drink of orange when the weather was hot or tea sometimes when it was cold and always tipped well at Christmas.

Adam jumped off his bike and Mr Turner opened the door as he did.

You must be soaked, come on in out of the rain.

Thanks Mr Turner, its pouring and the weatherman didn't say anything about this.

No, still it’s clearing a bit so it should be stopping soon. Look why don't you take off those wet things and let me put them in the dryer. It'll only take about fifteen minutes and I can find you something else to wear.

He directed Adam to his bedroom. He was dressed in a tracksuit too. He was always dressed in a tracksuit, every time Adam saw him. He didn't think he had any other clothes. Still he didn't look too bad in it, but it was a bit tight and you could tell he was a man!

"Here, I know it's not much but put this T-shirt on. It’s my size so it'll be like a night shirt on you, and I’ll get you a towel to dry yourself and one to wear round your waist while your clothes dry.

He went out. Adam was really wet and his clothes were sticking to him making him feel cold and horrible so he accepted the offer. He stripped and put the T-shirt on. It might have been big at one time but it only came down to the middle of his bum so he was glad he had the towel. It wasn't very big but I managed to get it to go round him and tied it. He was very careful to make sure the join in the towel was down his side and not in front. It felt sort of funny dressed like that in a strange man’s bedroom, a bit sexy and he felt a bit excited.

He's my clothes Mr Turner. You still got your train layout?

It’s in the front bedroom now Adam. It got too big for the study and I needed the room. I don't need the front bedroom as nobody comes to stay. Here come on through and I'll show you.

Adam followed him into the front room. Along three walls was a great train layout. Mr Turner flicked some switches and started some of the trains to move.

Let me show you and then you can have a go while I put your clothes on to dry.

Adam was lent against the edge of the board near the controls. Mr Turner came and stood next to him and lent across to reach various things as he explained what Adam had to do.

He could feel legs against his bare thigh where the towel was open and he could feel a penis underneath his thin tracksuit as it touched and occasionally rubbed against him. He knew it was all by accident but it felt good and he was having a problem concentrating on what he was saying and stopping myself from getting a hard.

Adam knew he wasn't trying it on, he was doing him a favour, and anyway he lived in the same village as him so it was okay, but he couldn't stop getting hard and he pushed against the board to hide it.

There, that should be okay now. I'll just go and put these things in the dryer or you'll be here all night waiting for them to dry.

Mr Turner left and at last Adam could ease away from the edge of the layout and let his hard cock relax a bit. He concentrated on running the trains and ignored the way he was. He lent forward over the board to reach a truck and the towel slipped and fell to the floor. At that point Mr Turner came back.

Oh Adam you've dropped your towel and that T-shirt is smaller than I thought.

Sorry Mr Turner it was an accident, sorry if you're angry.

"Oh no Adam I'm not mad. Your bottom is very attractive. It’s small and neat. What are you sixteen?

I was sixteen two months ago, Mr Turner.

Adam was thinking fast. Was he saying he liked his bum or was he being polite?

He didn't know.

The towel was very tight. If you really don't mind I'd rather leave it off.

As you please Adam.

He felt his cock rising even more. He could feel the cool air on his bum and he knew Mr Turner could see at least half of it. He decided to tease him so he lent forward to show more. The thought of teasing a much older man got him really hard so he kept facing away from him. He didn't know how Mr Turner would react to seeing how he was in front.

He lent right forward and he felt the T-shirt ride up over his bum.

Er Adam, I really think you should put the towel back on.

Adam turned slightly to reply. He didn't know that Mr Turner had moved forward and bent down to pick up the towel. The result was that Adam’s hard cock was level with his eyes. He heard him take a sudden deep breath and he thought he heard him say, Jesus!

He stepped back and stood up.

I'm sorry Mr Turner. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry.

Oh that's okay Adam. These things happen to lads of your age, its nothing to worry about.

A quick look showed that it happened to people of his age too. The front of his tracksuit looked like he had a stick inside them. Adam turned to face him. He was interested Adam decided. He stepped forward and grabbed the erection.

It’s not only boys that it happens to is it Mr Turner?

Nicky, what the hell are you doing?

Christ, what had he done, it was wrong and he was mad and he was well in the s***. First Mr Turner would tell his parents, then the paper shop and then the whole village would know.

I'm sorry Mr Turner, really I am. I thought ... Well, I mean I ... I'm sorry. I don't know what made me do it. I thought you er ...

It doesn't matter what you thought Adam. Firstly what you did and what you are suggesting is legal between a man and a boy of your age. But if you want to enjoy yourself with other males you should do it with boys your own age, not with somebody old enough to be your father.

Adam then noticed three things. His hard cock had not gone down, it seemed even harder. He was flushed red and excited, and he seemed as scared as Adam was. He was sure Mr Turner was interested but was too scared because of his age. He was in a fix anyway so he had to get round him and please him to stop him telling.

I'm sorry Mr Turner really I am. I do think I like sex with other men. I don't know much about it though. I don't really like boys my age, I always dream about older men who have experience and can teach him what I want to know. I'm sorry. Please don't tell on me.

He moved forward so their cocks touched, and then moved further so that they rubbed against each other. Mr Turner didn't move away.

I have been with a couple of older men, but only in toilets. My first time was with a friend of my Uncle. I've never told anyone about it before. You're the first person I have ever told. I'm good at keeping secrets.

Adam reached down and gently took hold of his cock. He could feel his tracksuit was damp. Mr Turner didn't pull away as he squeezed the cock. It was hard, very hard and much thicker than his.

Adam, this is wrong, you mustn't, Adam, no please.

He had been right; he did want it but was terrified of his age. He slipped his hand inside his tracksuit and felt the cock. That was it; he gave in and took hold of Adam’s. Very gently, as if it would break, he rubbed it moving the skin up and down over the end. It felt wonderful and Adam moaned with the feeling. His other hand slipped up inside the T-shirt and rubbed his nipples.

Wow.

That felt good and his cock jumped in the hand. Keeping his hand inside Mr Turner’s trousers he used the other one to unzip his top. He had small hard nipples and lots of hair over his chest. Adam ran his hand over his chest and down to his stomach. Letting go of the cock for a moment he hooked his thumbs over the pants and pushed them to the ground. His cock jumped up as the pants went down and pointed straight up at his face as Adam bent over a bit.

Adam stop! There are no curtains at the window, somebody might see. Let's go into the bedroom.

He followed him to the room where the curtains were pulled. By the time Mr Turner had turned round Adam had taken the T-shirt off. He looked at Adam and took a deep breath.

Oh Adam you are beautiful, very beautiful. I have often watched you when you delivered my papers, especially your bum as you cycled away, but I never ever dreamed I would ever see you like this, naked and erect, and in my bedroom.

That was the nicest thing a man had said to him. All the other men just wanted sex. They used to call him horrible names and were rushed and pushy.

He slipped his top off and then knelt down and undid his trainers. He took his trainers and socks