Derek, Babysitter at 15.

We lay together on the bathroom floor, our lips glued together with the sticky residue left behind from that mornings activities. Neither one of us moved nor wanted time to go on, so we just stayed in that position for what could of been hours; hugging eachother in a sort of comforting yet sexual embrace. Derek’s dick was still twitching and seeping cum when I realised that it was most definitely time to get home. My Mom had been expecting me back home by about noon and it was now almost 11:30, I began to clean myself up and put on my clothes – paying close attention to Derek as he done the same also noticing the sideways glances he was giving to my now flaccid penis.

Barely speaking to eachother I got dressed, brushed my teeth and left Derek’s house. And that was all that happened for several months, things continued as normal each day and I visited his house more frequently; straight after school for a few hours whilst my Mom was still at work and sometimes all day on the weekend when both my parents were in a hotel some place. My Mother, being the perceptive woman she was, noticed that I was spending a lot of my time outside of school with my new friend so one particular sunday evening after I had arrived home late (and not for the first time) from Derek’s house she announced that she was going to go and speak to Derek and his parents. So that’s exactly what she did, dragging me along almost crying behind her she paused only for a second to knock on the door – unsurprisingly Derek’s Dad answered the door and, seeing me cowering behind my mothers legs, invited us in. It was then, mid way between sitting and standing Derek’s Mom walked through the kitchen door and started chatting to my Mom. I had no interest in the contents of the conversation so I took no notice of anything that was said, not until my name was mentioned… My heart stopped and everyone in the room seemed to be staring straight at me; I dared not lift my eyes from the patch of carpet that had been the main focus of my sight for the past 10 minutes – it was only when my name was mentioned again did I actually look up and realise that they were not, in fact, adressing me but eachother as though I was not there, merely another empty seat. The sound of my name had aroused my ears and now I listened intently for any more information that might shed light on what the conversation was about, I heard words like “Babysit” and “Holidays” I assumed that Derek’s parents were going on holiday somewhere soon and needed a babysitter; maybe my Mom was going to look after Derek while they were away – I thought about that and it seemed like a dream. The boy that I had shared my first remotely sexual experience with, living in my house, possibly sleeping in my room. I couldn’t of been more wrong.

Nothing more was said about babysitting or holidays that night and I left all the more exciting for the next few weeks. That all changed exactly two weeks after that night, I had just got home from school having not been to Derek’s that day and my Mom said that she wanted to talk to me; We sat down after dinner and she said that she and my Dad were going to go on holiday for a week but that I wasn’t allowed to come, something about it being a work trip and not suitable for children.