My Last Babysitting Job

I don't know about now, but boys didn't do a lot of babysitting when I was a teen. I did the occasional fill-in for my sisters. I didn't do many and much preferred the more guy tasks of mowing lawns and shoveling driveways. I think the per hour was higher too.

One night, my aunt needed a babysitter and my sisters weren't available. They had already had dinner. I just had to send them to bed at an appropriate time. Would I do it? How much trouble could an eleven- and ten-year old be?

The eleven-year old was no trouble at all.

The first warning with the ten-year old was when he asked me to take some glasses down from a high shelf in the kitchen. There were three glasses, each printed with the image of a different handsome men with an overprinting in white to resemble underwear. He was pleading, so I brought them down to the counter.

"Now put cold water in them!" I knew what would happen, but I secured a promise of future good behavior if I complied. It was almost his bed time. I had studying to do before his mother got home. Cold water in, the white areas went transparent. Now they were handsome nude men, their soft cocks visible.

"Okay, I did it. Now it's your bed time." I carefully dried the glasses and put them back, hoping that my aunt wouldn't notice that someone had touched them. He went up to his bedroom and then got undressed.

"I'm not sleepy."

I went up. "Stay in bed anyway."

"Can I see your pee-pee."

"No."

"You want to see my pee-pee?" Before I could even say no, he had his briefs off and was clad in just a white t-shirt. I was seventeen and cock-hungry, but not for his cock. He turned around and waggled his bare bottom at me. "Now show me yours."

"No, put your underwear back on and go to bed." He was a pretty insistent little kid. I barely managed to get him dressed before his mother came home. In a way I understood how he felt. I wanted to see a seventeen-year old's cock up close, not just the glimpses in the locker room. Not that I wanted anyone to know that I wanted to see cock. And what if I showed him my cock and he told someone? All fun and games until someone gets labeled a child molester.

I resisted successfully and my cousin has not my cock. He's now a balding gay man. It took him a few more years before he saw a cock with hair around it.

Sorry about my recent lack of posts; I've been busy. This marks the last of my posts covering my life before eighteen. One last scouting story and then I hit college. Real sex is on the way.

Questions I Frequently Wish You Were Asking

Why are you writing this blog?
I am writing this blog in the hopes that lots of guys shoot a load while or just after reading it. I enjoy making guys cum, but with my limited schedule and means for travel, I can't get around to all of you. If you've shot a load, my work has not been in vain.

I love your blog! How can I ever thank you?
I'm not in this for any sort of monetary gain (wait, do you have cash, because I don't want to be all stupid here). If you really want to thank me, send me your naked pics. If you're a woman, a gracious smile in the direction of your ISP will be sufficient.

What if I think I'm not your type?
Oh, why should that matter? You can still send me pics. I might look at it and think "well, he does nothing for me," but if you got all hard reading my stuff, well that's still something of a turn on.

How big are you?
I'd like to lose a few pounds, who wouldn't? This is a kinda rude question for a sex blog, isn't it?

No, I mean your cock.
Oh, that. Just a little over average according to the stats. Bigger than most of the cocks I've encountered. Go figure.

Why are there no pictures in your blog?
I want my blog to be my own work. So I don't want to gather pics from the Internet. I also want to keep my ass off of this. After all, I started by saying that I wasn't trying to protect the innocent, I was protecting me.

That's not a very courageous stance.
Nope.

In the dark

In high school, my friends were the geeky kids. Or should I say, the other geeky kids. There were a group of four of us who got together at lunchtime to discuss science fiction. We started off pretty much with The Lord of the Rings and The Foundation Trilogy, but my interests in science fiction were soon veering off into other directions. I was reading Dangerous Visions.


What was it about these stories that so appealed to my teenage eyes? The literary language? The experiments with narrative form? No. They dealt with sex. Sex in every form. Straight. Gay. Kinky stuff. Incest. Aliens.

One day we were discussing something less exotic. In this story, people on an overpopulated Earth had been conditioned to sublimate their sex drives into masturbation. Joel didn't get it. What was this word that kept coming up in the story? What was masturbation?

Bob was the school photographer. He went to all the games and photographed the athletes. He had access to the to the school darkroom. And that's where we went, since the lunchroom really wasn't the place to discuss masturbation.

So the four of us, Joel, Bob, Chris, and I were in the darkroom. The lights were on, but no one ever puts strong lights in darkrooms. In the gloom, in hushed tones, we explained to Joel what we already knew.

"Masturbation is when you stroke you penis to induce pleasure," I explained. We offered the various slang terms for it. Beating off. Jacking off. Jerking off.

He still didn't get it. Bob grabbed a ruler and put it between his legs as if it were an erect cock. "And you rub your hand up and down it." He didn't demonstrate.

We were on the verge. I thought of suggesting that we demonstrate. Drop trou, pull 'em out, get 'em hard. I lost my nerve. It's not like I had other friends to fall back on. We kept it purely theoretical. Joel remained skeptical.

When we next met for lunch, I wanted to ask "did you try it?" I wasn't that bold. I think he did, though.

The Snow Bath

I was about fifteen when this happened. A family moved into one of the new developments in town. I forget where they were from originally. Another state. By our standards, they talked funny.

They had been active in scouting in their old area, so we got three of them. A kid a little younger than me, his brother, a high school senior, and their father who became an assistant scoutmaster. One winter trip, the older boy suddenly stripped bare, grabbed handfulls of snow and started rubbing them on his body.

I was fascinated by his cock. I had never seen a cock of someone that old.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he asked with a scowl.

"You're rubbing snow on yourself," I said.

"Aren't you cold?" asked another kid. Good, I wasn't the only one paying attention to this.

"I'm taking a snow bath, dumbshit." His language often failed to reach the level of decorum that scouts were supposed to attain, but only when the adults weren't at hand. He often spoke with disdain for the rest of us. "You don't want to be all gross and filthy."

We actually preferred to be gross and filthy if it meant keeping warm. His skin quickly turned bright red from the snow.


I think he was done with scouts and ready to move on, but his father was invested in his being in the program. He might have even been an Eagle Scout, though having come to the troop with this attainment.

It was his one year in the troop. Once he hit eighteen, he was out of there. There were no repeats of the snow bath.

Moon Over the Highway

No sex in this one, just bare butts.

Don and a new kid, Gil, became the troublemakers in the troop. As much as I didn't want to see Don naked, I did want to see Gil. Cute guy. Good body. And glimpses confirmed that he had an uncut cock, only the second one I had seen. I wanted a better look at that, but I never got more than a glimpse. He seemed to be aware of the implications of sex play and wanted to stay away from it. He had other ways to get into trouble.

On one camping trip, the adult leaders dropped us off. They were taking all but one car to the end point of our trip. We would hike between the two points where most of the cars were waiting. One car was coming back with the adults. We had some time to kill.

Gil and Don decided to fill that time by mooning cars that were going down the highway. And as much as I wanted to see Gil's butt, it was my job to get him to pull his pants back up. I was also on the wrong side. And he had his cock tucked between his legs, the better to flash the drivers. Nothing for me to see.

And the other scouts started to do this. From just the two to about six.

I knew I pretty much had to keep facing them as I tried to convince them that they needed to act responsibly. No avail.

Eventually, the adults came back. As they walking up, the flashers scrambled to put their clothes back together. It was too late. I didn't get a look at the other scouts' bare butts, but the adults driving back from the stopping point did. There was some discussion of canceling the hike, given the bad behavior.

I took responsibility for the troop's action, although those involved confirmed that I spent the entire time telling them that they had to pull their pants back up and stop mooning the road. That got me off the hook. My attempt saved me. There was some punishment for the boys who did drop trou, though I forget what it was.

And I never saw their butts again.

Bare in the woods

Well, you can't do what I had been doing without getting something of a reputation. Yeah, the whispered word was that I was a cockhound. I was being as discreet as I could. Also, the sources of cock were drying up. Steve and Don had both left the troop. I was getting older and felt that certain boys weren't pursuable. I knew I could get in trouble.

So on this one camping trip, there were a bunch of us who had spread our bags under an overhanging rock. It was a cool place to camp and I'm sure many had done this before. I knew that I had absolutely no prospects. Nothing had put a lock on my cock like putting me in a leadership position. Let me see. There was the priggish kid who went to Catholic school. The scoutmaster's son.

I still needed to cum (not that any of the sexual activity I was engaging in at that time lead to orgasm). On the pretext of going to pee, I went off into the woods, found a secluded area, and beat off. I unzipped and whipped out my cock. My age and need got me hard pretty quickly. I stroked my cock until I came, white splotches of cum spattering the dead leaves at my feet. I could hear the cum hit them.

Once I was done, "restored to decorum," as I thought of it, I cleaned up, kicking over the leaves to hide the evidence of what I had done. I had become pretty good at the discreet jackoff in the woods, although a couple members of my troop (the two Dons) liked to spy on other guys. I know that the younger Don did once spy on me when I was jacking off.

So I'm zipped up and walking back to the encampment. It's a lovely spring day and now that I won't be getting a hardon, maybe I'll kick back and do some reading. When I get there,

Only one guy was there, Lance, a new member of the troop. New, but joined late, so he was 15 to my 17. He was a lean guy with longish hair (hey, it was the lat 70s) and he always wore a shell necklace. At the moment, that's all he had on. He was lying naked on his sleeping bag. If my load had been in my balls instead of seeping into the soil, I probably would have got hard.

"Nice weather for lying out nude," I said.

I grabbed a book from my backpack and got on my sleeping bag. I was playing this cool.

"The other guys said you'd try to do something with me if I was naked."

"Did they?" Was this an invitation or a trap? Did he want the senior patrol leader to blow him or was I going to become an outcast?

He was going to have to do the work on this one. He was going to have to make a play for me. His stomach remained pressed to the sleeping bag. No cock display. Also, this wasn't the best play to play with cocks. If someone came back, we'd be seen. No tent to hide us.

"It is a great day to just enjoy the breeze," I said. "I think I'll join you."

I stripped off my clothes and lay naked on my sleeping bag. I grabbed my book and went back to reading. It really did feel nice with the sun glancing down and the gentle breeze. This was my first experience being naked outside. I liked it.

He never tried to escalate things. I never tried to escalate things. I was enjoying my book. And when everyone else came back, as I knew they eventually would, the two of us were just relaxing in the nude.

Busted!

Yeah, I was playing with fire. You tell a horny teenager to be careful and behave himself.

There was one time where I probably got caught. I'm not sure how much the grownup involved knew what was happening. Probably more than was good for me.

We were on a winter camping trip. The whole troop was sharing a big, open cabin. This was the same trip where Steve had me show my "man cock" to Dave. When it came time to set out our sleeping bags, Don and I put ours close to each other.

"Are you sleeping naked?" he asked me.

"Yes. You?" I whispered back. He said he was. "Really?" I heard his bag unzip a bit.

"Do you want to check?"

What was I thinking? This wasn't in the privacy of a two-man tent. We were in a cabin, surrounded by the entire troop and the adult leaders. The leaders were even awake, since they were taking responsibility for making sure that the fire in the large chimney in the center of the cabin would burn all night. This was not a time when cold was going to drive anyone to share a bag. There was an upper loft area where I had showed my hardon earlier, but we were right down there in the center of things.

I snaked a hand out and checked, running it down Don's hip. Yup. He was naked.

I pulled my hand back and his hand came in to check that I was naked. Of course I was. Would I lie about something like that? I was also hard when his hand grazed my cock.

I snuggled closer, put a hand back into his bag. Yeah, he was hard too.

We whispered and giggled for a bit while we wrestled with each other's cock. Then one of the assistant scoutmasters came over. He tapped the back of my head with a shovel. "Quiet! Settle down!"

That was a shock. I don't know what had been seen, but that was too close for comfort. On the other hand, there didn't seem to be any repercussions. No one ever took me aside to tell me not to grope my fellow scouts. But I was more wary after that.