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.
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.
I was a bit shocked at someone that young being so sexually aggressive, until I realized I was that age or younger when I sucked my first cock.
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