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The Grown Up Oath

The Grown Up Oath – By Randall Stanhope

I couldn’t believe my luck.

Here I was, a sixteen year old girl on a Friday night. All my friends were going out on dates tonight and where was I? Babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Bennett next door. My mom had gotten a call from Mrs. Bennett, all in a panic because they had dinner reservations and dancing after, but their regular babysitter was unavailable. Unavailable, my ass! I knew exactly who their regular sitter was. It was one of my girlfriends, Sandy, and she was going out with her boyfriend, Andrew.

Fucking bitch.

And so, without even so much as consulting me about it, my mom promised Mrs. Bennett that I would be happy to keep an eye on their ten year old son, Noah. I knew I shouldn’t be mad at him, or his parents for that matter, but I had been looking forward to tonight! I was finally going to jerk off my boyfriend, Christopher, tonight. I had been teasing him with it for a few weeks now, groping him through his pants to get him excited for it, and I was finally going to make good on my promise.

But no. I was here with this little kid instead.

Ugh…I’m being hard on him, I know, and that isn’t fair. He’s really not a bad kid. I hadn’t sat for him before, but I’d seen him and his little friends playing in their backyard often, and he was always pretty polite with me. And he was pretty cute, too. For a ten year old. He had a cute little smile, complete with adorable dimples, that always made me smile right back. And even though I was stuck watching him when I would rather be out with Christopher, I still couldn’t bring myself to be mad at him.

I walked over to the Bennett’s house right on time at five o’clock. When I rang the doorbell, Noah was the one who answered the door. He was already dressed for bed, wearing Minecraft PJs. “Hello, Shelly,” he said politely, giving me his smile.

“Hello, Noah,” I replied, smiling back. “Where are your mom and dad?”

Noah nodded and backed away from the door so I could enter. “They’re still getting ready,” he said. “They said you were going to babysit me tonight.”

I shrugged. “Yeah,” I said. I tried not to let my disappointment show in my voice, but I must have failed.

“Did you have plans tonight, too?” he asked.

Damn perceptive kid, I thought. “Yeah,” I said with a heavy sigh, “I had a date.”

Noah frowned a little. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Again, I couldn’t be too mad at the little guy. “It’s not your fault,” I told him. “Sandy’s the one who couldn’t be available for your mom and dad.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m still sorry.” I was honestly a little touched by that. 

I ruffled his brown hair a little bit just as his mother came down the stairs. I was amazed at her outfit. She was wearing a seafoam green gown that hugged her curves just right, and she had complimented it with matching eyeliner and lipstick. She looked sexy. As nice as she looked, it still stung a little to know she and her husband’s plans came at the cost of my own.

“Hello, Shelly,” she said, giving me a smile.

“Hello, Mrs. Bennett.”

“Let me show you where the important stuff is,” she said and began taking me around the ground floor of the house. The living room had a giant seventy two inch 4K LED television with an Ultra HD Blu-Ray player and 5.1 surround sound system connected to it. “Here’s the TV, obviously,” she said, then pointed to a rack next to the screen. It was filled with DVDs and Blu-Rays. “That rack has all sorts of family friendly movies for you to watch. Either you or Noah can pick something out to watch after supper.”

I nodded, hoping they weren’t all too kiddie for my tastes.

“Speaking of supper,” Mrs. Bennett continued, leading me past the television and into the kitchen. She gestured to the refrigerator. “There are some frozen pizzas in the freezer, and some cans of Coke in the fridge.” She turned to face me and pointed at me with a finger. “Just one can of Coke for Noah, though, please. I don’t want him awake all night hopped up on sugar and caffeine.”

“No, ma’am,” I said. “Neither do I.”

That was enough to satisfy her, and she turned back to the fridge and a piece of scratch paper hanging on the door with a magnet. “Our cell phone number, as well as the numbers of the restaurant and the club we’ll be going to, are on that piece of paper, in case you need to reach us.”

“Got it,” I said. “I hope I won’t need them, but it’s good to know they’re there.”

She led me back out to the living room and pointed up, where a balcony looked down from the second floor. “The bedrooms are all upstairs,” she said. “And there’s a bathroom just down the hall there.” She pointed down a hall that branched off the main one. “Noah had a bath earlier, so all you’ll have to do is have him brush his teeth and put him to bed at nine.”

“Frozen pizzas in the freezer,” I recited back to her, “one can of Coke so he doesn’t get too hyper, movies on the rack by the TV, and brush teeth and off to bed by nine. Got it.”

Mrs. Bennett grinned. “You know, you’re taking this much more seriously than Sandy does,” she said. Knowing Sandy like I do…yeah, that wasn’t much of a surprise. This was little more than a way to get some money for her. I sometimes wondered why I was her friend.

A moment later, Mr. Bennett came down wearing a very handsome looking navy blue suit. “Oh, hello, Shelly,” he said when he saw me with his wife. “Laura show you where everything is?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Excellent,” he replied. “We might be out past eleven, but we should be home by midnight. Once the kid’s been put to bed, feel free to see what else is on the TV so you won’t be totally bored.”

“Just not too loud,” Mrs. Bennett cut in.

“Got it,” I said.

The two of them went over to Noah, who had been sitting on the couch quietly this whole time, kissed and patted the top of his head, told him to behave, and then made their way to the front door. Mr. Bennett stepped out first, but Mrs. Bennett paused and looked at me.

“I know I don’t have to say this,” she said, “but no boys over.”

“No boys,” I said. And with that, she was out the door as well.


I was happy to learn that Noah is just as polite in private as he is in public. It looks like his parents taught him manners very well, which is more than I can say about some folks out there. He sat and made small talk with me while the pizza baked in the oven, didn’t try to ask for a second can of soda after he had drunk the first one, and had even helped with washing the few dishes we had used, drying them and putting away the few he could actually manage.

Babysitting for him was a breeze!

We went back out to the living room and walked over to the rack of movies. “You wanna pick something to watch?” I asked.

He looked through the shelves and a few moments later, he picked one out and held it up to me. “How about this one?”

I looked at his choice and smiled. He had chosen Coco, a movie I loved. “A perfect choice,” I said with a smile, stepping over to the player and putting the disc in. We sat together on the couch and I began the movie.

While it played, Noah settled in real close to me, leaning against my side and resting his head on my shoulder. As if this kid couldn’t get any cuter. I raised my arm a little and let him lean in closer, letting my arm hang over his shoulders. I chuckled as I realized he was snuggling up to me much the same way I would snuggle up with Chris.

Together, we watched as Miguel embarked on his quest through the spirit world, seeking the approval of his deceased family members to pursue his passion instead of the dull life his living family insisted he follow. We both laughed at all the funny parts, and we both cried when Miguel sang “Remember Me” to his grandmother. And soon after that, it was over. I checked the clock on my phone and saw that it was around 8:45. “Well,” I said, “we don’t have time to watch anything else. You wanna go ahead and hit the sack?”

Noah sat up and yawned. “Okay,” he said.

We got up and I followed him up the stairs and into the main bathroom, where he brushed his teeth, then into his bedroom. He climbed into bed and got underneath his Minecraft sheets and I tucked him in. “Good night, Noah,” I said.

“Good night, Shelly,” he said. I turned off the lights and went to close the door when I heard him say, “Wait!” I stopped. “C-could you leave it open a crack?”

“Of course,” I said, smiling, and left a small opening in the doorway so some light could still peek inside.

I went back down to the living room and sat back down on the couch. I had to admit, watching Noah wasn’t that bad. He was behaved and polite, and didn’t give me any trouble. He didn’t even resist going to bed. It almost made me forget that I had had other plans that night.


Without the kid to distract me, I began to think about Chris and how I’d had to stand him up. He’d sounded so disappointed over the phone, and a scary thought popped into my head. Would he think I was just stringing him along with all my talk about jerking him off? Would…would he dump me over this?

The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I needed to take care of this right away. I needed to talk to him. Really, I wanted to *see* him. But I couldn’t.

…Or could I?

I knew Mrs. Bennett had said no boys, but it was still only about nine. Mr. Bennett had said maybe past eleven. As long as he was gone by ten, I should be fine. I pulled out my phone and dialed Chris’s number.

It rang a couple of times before he picked up.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied. “Sorry again about canceling on you.”

“It’s cool,” he said, but I could tell that it wasn’t. I needed to make things right with him, and soon. I knew I was taking a risk, but I thought it was worth it.

“Wanna come over?” I asked before I could talk myself out of it.

That got his attention. “Say what?”

“Come over,” I repeated. “The kid’s asleep; his parents won’t be back for at least an hour, maybe more.”

“What if they come back early?”

“I doubt it,” I said. “But if they do, the kitchen is right off of the living room, and there’s a backdoor out into the yard. You can hop the fence over to my backyard and wait for me there.”

There was a moment of silence. “You really want me to come over?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I was really looking forward to tonight, and it sucked that I had to cancel going out. But I wanna make it up to you. You still want me to jerk you off?” Then I decided to sweeten the deal a bit. “Maybe I could blow you, too?”

It was like I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll be right there.”

“See you soon, loverboy.” I ended the call, went to all the living room windows and drew the curtains closed, and sat to wait. Chris lived just a half mile down the street. I figured he’d probably hop on his bike and ride right over. I thought about what I would do with him when he got there. I had only felt his cock through his pants, but I could tell it was a nice size, and I ached to get my hand around it for real. Just thinking about seeing it was enough to start making my pussy wet.

I would pull his pants down, wrap my hand around that rod of his, and give him a proper handjob. And then…maybe I’d go down on him. I’d heard some of my friends talk about giving their boyfriends head and how much their boyfriends loved it. I was certainly interested in doing it, otherwise I wouldn’t have suggested it, but I was still a little unsure.

It was only about a five minute wait, but by the time I heard Chris knocking on the front door I was already hot and horny. I got up and quickly answered the door. Chris stood there with a sexy grin on his face, and…not much else actually. He must have been dressed for bed because the only clothes he was wearing were a pair of flannel bottoms and a pair of sandals.

My eyes looked down at his smooth, muscled chest. He wasn’t an athlete, but he liked to work out a lot and his chest and stomach looked like they were chiseled out of marble or something. I bit my lip, wanting to just run my nails over his pecs and abs. I bit my lip and looked him in the eye. “Get in here, quick,” I said.

He came in and I closed the door after making sure no one saw him. “I stashed my bike behind your garage,” he said. “I figured it wouldn’t be good to have it sitting on the neighbor’s front lawn.”

“Good,” I said as I led him over to the couch. I pushed him onto it and climbed onto his lap. I curled my arms around the back of his neck and kissed him on the mouth. His hands found my hips and pushed me down against him as he kissed me back. I could feel his dick getting hard right beneath me. Not only that, but it was so warm!

We made out for a bit, then I felt his tongue touch my lips. With a shiver of anticipation, I let my lips open up and felt him slide his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned as our tongues collided and tussled around. One of his hands slid up my side and cupped my tit. I let out a growl. Oh yeah…this was happening. With a noisy smacking sound, I broke off the kiss and scooted back a little on his lap. I looked down at his crotch and just imagined the fleshy treasure behind the flannel. I slid the tips of my fingers into the waistband and began to tug his pants down when…

“What are you doing?” I heard a voice say from up above me. I froze in place, eyes wide, and stared at Christopher. He was staring at me with the same shocked look on his face. No, I thought. Please, no. We both looked up together and my fear was confirmed. Noah was looking down from the second floor balcony.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered.

“You’re not supposed to have anyone over,” Noah said. I was honestly a bit surprised at his tone. He didn’t sound like he was accusing us of anything, just stating the truth. Maybe I could fix this somehow so we didn’t get into trouble.

“Go back to bed, Noah,” I said, trying to sound reasonable. “This is just a dream.” Chris nodded his head vigorously, trying to help as best he could think to.

Noah just giggled. “No, it’s not,” he said. “I know, because I woke up needing to use the toilet, and then I heard noises down there. That’s when I saw you.”

I sighed. Okay, that wasn’t gonna work. I looked down at my hands, so tantalizingly close to his cock. This was twice now that I was stopped from giving my boyfriend what I wanted. It just wasn’t fair!

“So what are you guys doing?” he asked again.

“We were kissing,” I said.

“I mean after that,” he said. “You were about to pull his pants down. Why?”

I really didn’t have an easy answer to that one. I couldn’t just tell a ten year old boy I was about to pull my sixteen year old boyfriend’s cock out and jerk him off, could I?

“Were you doing sex stuff?” he asked.

Or could I? I looked up at him. The look on his face was one of pure curiosity. He genuinely wanted to know.

Well, maybe Chris and I could teach him.

“You really wanna know?” I asked. He smiled his adorable little dimpled smile and nodded. “Come on down.” His head vanished from sight as quick as lightning.

“Babe, are you sure about this?” Chris asked me as we heard his feet tromp down the stairs.

“All we’re gonna do is give the kid his first sex ed lesson,” I said. “Just follow my lead, okay?”

I could tell he wasn’t totally sold on this, but he nodded just as Noah appeared. “Okay,” I said. “Why don’t you have a seat right there?” I pointed to a spot a couple feet away from us on the couch. Noah hopped up and sat down with his butt on his heels, looking at the two of us attentively. “Now, we’re gonna be talking about grown up stuff here. You sure you’re grown up enough for this?”

“Yes, I am,” he said.

I feigned indecision. “I don’t know…what do you think, Chris?”

Chris gave Noah a long look, even pursing his lips like he was deep in thought. “He might be…but he has to take the oath.”

I nodded, though inside I was cackling. “That’s right,” I said. “He’ll have to take the oath.”

“What oath?” Noah asked.

“The Grown Up Oath,” Chris said. “It’s something everyone has to do before they can officially be called a grown up and do grown up stuff.”

“Like sex stuff?” Noah asked.

“Especially sex stuff,” I said. “So sit up straight and raise your right hand.”

Noah did exactly that, even putting on a solemn face. It was all I could do not to laugh at how adorable he looked. “Now repeat after me: I…and state your full name.”

“I, Noah Anthony Bennett…”

“Do solemnly swear…”

“Do solemnly swear…”

“That I am hereby a certified grown up…”

“That I am hereby a certified grown up…”

“And am therefore able to discuss and participate in grown up matters.”

“And am therefore able to discuss and participate in grown up matters.”

I grinned. “And that’s it!” I said. “Congratulations!” Chris and I gave him some polite applause and he relaxed.

“Alright,” I went on, “to answer your question from before: yes, we were about to do sex stuff.”

Noah’s face got all excited at that.

“But if you wanna sit there and watch,” I continued, “then you have to promise never to tell anyone. This isn’t just grown up stuff, this is *private* grown up stuff, you got it?”

“I got it,” Noah said. “I promise I will never tell anyone.”

Satisfied, I turned my attention back to Chris and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his flannels. Chris still seemed a little bit nervous that he was about to be exposed to a kid, but I found the idea exciting. I pulled Chris’s pants down and was even more excited to find that he hadn’t bothered with underwear. The head of his cock briefly caught itself in the elastic of his pants, but then sprang free, swinging around in his lap.

My eyes widened and my mouth watered at the sight of his dick. I had felt it through his clothes, but this was my first time actually seeing it. My heart began to pound in excitement as the reality set in. This was happening. I was going to please my man and this little boy was going to watch me.

I looked over at Noah, whose eyes had grown as big as dinner plates as well. “It’s so big!” he said in awe. “And he has hair around it.”

He was right. It *was* big. I guessed about five and a half inches or so. Gosh, maybe even six! Even I was a little surprised, even though I had felt it before. I had only seen a few pictures from the internet, so I couldn’t be certain, but I was pretty sure Chris was cut. He didn’t look like he had that extra skin covering the head. I glanced sideways at Noah. He looked about as amazed as I was. I didn’t want to sound nervous in front of him, though. After all, I had taken the grown up oath, too.

“Yours will get big like this in a few more years,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice from cracking. “And you’ll start growing hair, too.”

“But why is it so big?” he asked. “Is it because of the sex stuff?”

“You got it,” I replied. “He’s big like that because he’s excited about doing sex stuff with me.”

“What are you gonna do?” he asked.

“This,” I replied. I curled my fingers around the base of Chris’s cock and gave it a little squeeze. Chris let out a soft groan that sent a shiver up my spine. I made him make that sound. I began to slowly stroke his shaft and more moans and groans quickly followed. Any nervousness Chris still had seemed to fade as he sank back on the couch and let me play with him.

My eyes were locked on his cock. It looked so hard, yet it still felt soft and almost pliable in my hand. I saw a big drop of precum ooze out of the tip. I remembered from sex ed that it was a natural lubricant made by the body to help aid in sexual penetration. I rubbed my thumb over the head, which felt even softer than the shaft, and smeared it around. As I stroked him, I saw more and more come out, and as I spread it over the rest of his cock I felt my hand move quicker and easier over it.

I was so focused on Chris, I wasn’t prepared to look up to find Noah leaning down for a closer look at what I was doing. He was so close, I could almost feel his breath on my hand. He looked very interested in Chris’s dick. All at once, an image popped into my head and I felt my heart pound in my chest.

“You wanna touch it?” I asked.

Chris’s eyes snapped open. “Say what?!” He looked and saw how Noah was eyeing his junk. “Ohhhh, no,” he said, shaking his head and lifting one leg to block the boy’s view. “I ain’t gay, man. I ain’t gonna let no kid jerk me off.”

“Not even for me?” I asked in the most sultry voice I could manage.

Chris hesitated, and I knew I could convince him. I just needed to give him the right incentive.

“You let him jerk you off, and I promise I’ll blow you right after.”

That got his attention. I felt his cock throb in my hand. “You…you promise?” I slowly licked my lips and nodded my head. He thought about it, but I could already tell he would agree. “You’re not gonna tell anyone I did this, are you?”

“Nothing that happens here will leave this room,” I said, then looked at Noah. “Will it?”

“My lips are sealed,” he said, even going so far as pantomiming zipping his lips shut.

Chris swallowed, his libido slowly winning out over his fragile masculinity. “Okay,” he said.

I looked back at Noah and released Chris’s dick. “Go ahead,” I encouraged him.

He looked at me, then back at Chris’s dick, and he slowly reached a hand out and put it around the shaft. Chris moaned again as Noah squeezed it. “Now try moving your hand up and down like I did,” I said.

Noah began stroking Chris slowly. It was clear he was inexperienced. He had no steady rhythm, moving between too slow and a little too fast. It was enough to keep Chris hard, but he wasn’t getting much pleasure out of it. I put my hand over his. “Like this,” I said, moving his hand up and down at a nice, steady pace. Chris let out a very nice sounding moan. “See?” I asked. “Now you try without my help.”

I let go of his hand and watched. This time, he kept an even pace, and Chris’s breathing began to get thick and heavy. I got down onto the floor for a second and tugged Chris’s pants completely off. I watched for a moment while Noah jerked Chris off and was amazed at how hot it looked. If only I could convince them to do more…

“How is he, Chris?” I asked my boyfriend.

“He…he’s not half bad,” he admitted, even ruffling Noah’s hair a little. Noah smiled his adorable smile at him.

“Well, before I give you your reward for being so open,” I said, “let me give you a little show of my own.”

I stood up and grasped the hem of my shirt. I locked eyes with Chris and slowly pulled my shirt up and off. I didn’t bother wearing a bra that evening, not that my tits were that big to begin with, but I heard Chris and Noah both gasp as they were revealed. I pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it onto the side of the couch. Then I turned around and slowly pushed my capri pants down my hips. I bent over slightly so my ass would stick out at them. I looked back smugly as their eyes were glued to my butt. Once my pants hit the floor, I stepped out of them and used one foot to kick them onto the couch with my shirt.

I stood before them in just my panties, and ran my hands up my torso, cupping my breasts a little. I smiled at Chris. “You ready, loverboy?” I asked.


“Just what I wanted to hear,” I said. “Gotta ask you to stop, Noah. Thank you.”

He slowed down and let go of Chris. He looked oddly disappointed. I went up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek to try and cheer him up. “Just watch,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re gonna see something amazing.”

That seemed to perk him back up. “Okay,” he said.

I gave him a smile and a wink and kneeled down between Chris’s legs. His cock was sticking straight up to the ceiling, twitching. I took it into my hand, leaned down while keeping eye contact with Chris, and licked the head. Chris hissed in his breath and I heard the creaking of the upholstery as he clutched at the couch cushions.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Ohhhhh, yessss…” he groaned.

“Then you’re gonna love this.” I opened my lips wide and sank myself down onto his dick. I felt the tip touch the back of my throat and I had to pull back just a bit to keep from gagging. I closed my mouth around him and began to slowly move my head up and down, sucking gently as I pulled up before letting my lips slide back down.

Chris let out a very loud groan as I gave him his first blowjob. It was actually my first, too. I was worried I wouldn’t do a very good job at it, and had even practiced with a pickle a few times to prepare. It sounded like it all paid off.

I looked over towards Noah and he was looking at me just as enraptured as he had when I was giving Chris a handjob. It was like he was curiosity personified. He looked up at Chris. “Does it feel good?” he asked.

“Ohhhh…” Chris moaned. “Mmmm…It feels amaaazing…”

I watched through the corner of my eye as Noah inspected what I was doing. He seemed to be thinking something over very carefully.

“Um…” he began, “c-can I try it?”

“Uh…I…” Chris stammered. “I don’t know…I don’t…”

I slowly pulled up and off of him. “Nothing that happens here ever leaves this room, remember?” I said. I could see Chris was conflicted, and I actually felt a little sorry for him. It’s not like it seems to be with girls where we can fuck around with our friends and not be too worried about being labeled as lesbians. A guy does one thing with another boy and suddenly they’re terrified of being gay.

I stood up and leaned over Chris, cradling his face in my hands. “You love me, right?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” he said.

“Then don’t worry about what you may or may not be.” I gave him a little kiss on the lips and turned his head to look at Noah. “Besides, isn’t he a little cutie pie?”

“I…yeah, he is,” Chris said.

“But maybe you should get naked, too,” I suggested. Noah was undressed in about eight seconds flat. He stood in front of us and I had to admire his body a little. His little cock was sticking straight out like an arrow and actually looked pretty big for his age, like about three and a half inches. I wouldn’t have minded getting my lips around it, if I was being honest.

“Alright, get on over here,” I said, moving out of the way. Noah got down on his knees in front of Chris and cautiously took hold of my boyfriend’s dick in both hands.

Chris sighed and licked his lips as he looked down at the boy. “Ahhh…can’t believe I’m doing this…”

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise,” I told him. “Go ahead, Noah.”

Noah nodded, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth as wide as he could. He inserted the head and most of the foreskin into his mouth before he stopped and I heard him gagging.

“Pull up a little, Noah,” I told him. “Don’t gag yourself.”

He pulled away just a bit and he relaxed, closing his mouth. I heard him groan a little, probably disappointed he couldn’t take more.

“I couldn’t take all of him either,” I said. “Just take what you can and use your hands for the rest.”

Noah nodded and began to move his head up and down like I had. Meanwhile his hands moved in time with his head. His practice earlier came in very handy, because he found his rhythm almost right away. Chris let out a satisfied hum and even patted Noah’s head.

I sat to one side, watching as my naked boyfriend got head from my naked little ten year old neighbor. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life and I could feel the heat rising between my thighs. I slipped my hand inside my panties and shuddered as my fingers rubbed my clit. I moved my fingers in slow circles over my bud, trying to stay in sync with Noah. I was surprised at how naturally cocksucking seemed to come to the boy. If Chris didn’t end up regretting this, maybe the three of us could have more fun later on.

As Noah kept blowing Chris, my boyfriend began to push up with his hips, though he was careful not to push too far into Noah’s mouth and choke the boy. “Oh, Jesus…” Chris moaned. “I’m gonna blow soon…”

I stopped jilling myself and pulled my hand out of my panties. I didn’t want to miss this, nor did I want Noah to get a nasty surprise. “Okay, Noah,” I said,  leaning down next to him. “Pull off of him and just stroke him now, okay?”

He lifted himself off of Chris’s dick. “Why?” he asked. I swear he was enjoying sucking Chris!

“Because Chris is going to shoot some stuff out of his dick,” I explained. “I didn’t think you’d want to have it just shoot down your throat without warning.”

“It’s not pee, is it?” Noah asked, suddenly very concerned.

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “It’s called cum. It’s thick white, and sticky. If you don’t want any on you, then just point his cock towards his chest.”

“Ye-yeah,” Chris said. “I cum on myself all the time.”

“Ohhh, okay,” he said and began to focus on just jerking Chris off, angling his cock so it was aimed at my boyfriend. I couldn’t let this little stud muffin have all the fun with *my* boyfriend, though. I put my hand over his and helped him stroke faster to really push Chris over the edge.

Chris began to writhe and twist in his seat. “Oh, shit…SHIT…AHHHH!!!” I felt his cock throb hard in Noah’s and my hands, startling both of us. The first rope of jizz shot all the way to the top of his chest and splattered between his pecs. I was speechless. I had seen porn videos, of course, but seeing a boy cum on a computer screen was nothing compared to seeing a boy cum right before your eyes. I felt a moment of absolute pride in knowing that Noah and I both made him do that. The next few shots landed just below them and they all pooled down in between his abs. Noah stared bug-eyed as he watched Chris cum so hard and I bet I looked just as stunned. He continued to stroke Chris’s dick even after he’d finished shooting.

“Stop, stop!” Chris said, putting his hand on Noah’s. “That’s too much, it’s too sensitive.”

“Sorry,” Noah said sheepishly.

“It’s alright, kid,” Chris said, giving him a little grin. “You know…I’ve only gotten two blowjobs now, but you did a really good job.”

Noah beamed with pride at that.

Just then, a bright light shone through the curtains and I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Shit! Noah’s parents were back! I grabbed Noah’s PJs and pushed them into his hands. “Quick, run up to your room, get dressed, and get back in bed. Try to get to sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” Noah took off up the stairs.

Chris picked up his pants, but didn’t bother putting them on. He made for the kitchen. “I’ll get dressed in the backyard,” he said. Good thinking. I planted a hurried kiss on his mouth, then pushed him roughly toward the back door.

I grabbed mine and ran into the first floor bathroom. I closed the door and hurriedly dressed myself. I heard the front door open and Mrs. Bennett softly called my name. I flushed the toilet as a way of letting them know where I was, finished pulling my shirt back on, washed my hands for good measure, and then stepped back out.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett were both standing there, grinning. “Hello, Shelly,” Mrs. Bennett said. “I hope Noah was behaved.”

I smiled back. If she only knew… “Noah was on his best behavior,” I told her. “He didn’t give me any problems whatsoever.”

“Oh, I’m glad,” she said, reaching into her purse for her pocketbook. She gave me a twenty dollar bill, which I gladly accepted. As I made my way to the front door, she stopped me. “You know…with you living right next door, do you suppose you might be willing to take over as Noah’s regular sitter?”

I already knew my answer, but I pretended to be unsure. “Could I think about it?” I asked. “I don’t want to take this gig away from Sandy.”

“I understand,” she replied. “But lately Sandy’s had a bit of an attitude, and Noah hasn’t spoken very positively about her. We’ll try not to make it too often, so you can go and have fun on the weekends, too.”

“Well…in that case, I would love to,” I said, smiling widely.

This was going to be fun.

Copyright 2022 – Randall Stanhope
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  1. Avatar for lickit100

    quick thinking one very smart idea

    • Avatar for Randall Stanhope
      Randall Stanhope

      Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂

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