The Babysitter_(15)

My name is Mark. I’m fifteen, with light brown hair and brown eyes. I’m just an average kid, 5‘7, 150 lbs. I think I’m into guys, but I’m not sure. I mean, I don’t want to be gay, but sometimes I catch myself staring at some guy’s ass, and I think I might be. I know that younger boys turn me on. There’s one family across the street that has two of the hottest boys I’ve ever seen. They’re twins, and they look about ten or eleven, blond hair, blue eyes. I sometimes stare out my window when they’re outside playing and masturbate while watching them.
One day, I noticed a flier on the telephone pole outside my house advertising for a babysitter. The address was the house across the street, with the twins. I realized that I needed to get that job as their babysitter. I called their number, and waited for someone to pick up. Finally, someone did. It was one of the twins! He sounded so hot on the phone that I nearly came just talking to him. I asked to speak to one of his parents. He gave the phone to his mother, and I told her that I was interested in the babysitter job. She told me that I was the first guy to call her, and how it would be good for the twins to have a guy babysitter, because I would be easier to get along with. She said that she and her husband were going out to dinner that evening, and if I would be willing to babysit tonight. I said of course, and she said come over at six, and hung up. I immediately went to my room and started jacking myself off.
After masturbating twice more between then and six, I went over to the house across the street. I rang the doorbell, and a nicely dressed woman answered. “Hello,” I said.
“We’re so glad you could come,” she answered. “We were just about to leave.”
I took a quick look around. I was standing in the mudroom, and directly in front of me was a hallway that led to a dining room in the back. There was a flight of stairs on the right side of the hallway, and a doorway on the left, through which I could see a living room with a couch, some chairs, and a TV. At the bottom of the stairs was a doorway that looked like it led to the kitchen, but with the angle it was hard to be sure.
Just then, one of the boys walked up behind her. “Hi. I’m Colin.”
Seeing him up close for the first time was amazing. He was everything I’d imagined and more. He was about a foot shorter than me,with light blond hair that almost fell into his eyes, which were deep blue. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and jean shorts.
“Nice to meet you, Colin. I’m Mark.” I reached out to give him a handshake.
As his hand touched mine, it felt like a spark jumped between us. I had to fight to suppress a shiver of pleasure. Even after I let go of his hand, I couldn’t stop staring at him.
“They’ve already had dinner, so you don’t need to worry about that. Make sure they get to bed around nine,” the mother said. “We’ll be back around ten. You boys have fun, now.”
I had to tear my gaze away from Colin to look at her. “We will. Have a nice night.”
“Thank you, dear. Roger!” she called. “We’re leaving!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” A man appeared from the kitchen. “Oh, hello. I’m Roger. You must be the babysitter. Scott’s asleep in his room. He’s had a long day.”
With that, I waved goodbye to the parents as they got in their car and drove away. I closed and locked the front door, turned to look at Colin, and said, “Let’s go see your brother, shall we?”
As we were walking up the stairs to Scott’s room, Colin looked at me and said, “I know how you feel about me.”
“What?”
“I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”
Crap! Was I that obvious? “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“It’s okay. I like you too.” Then he began gently stroking my chest.
I was shocked. Here was this boy, that I was planning on spending the next several hours seducing, trying to seduce me! For a second I was happier than I could ever remember feeling. Then I became suspicious. What if this was a trick? What if he was trying to get me to admit my feelings for him?
Colin must have seen me pulling back, because he said, “It’s alright. It’s not a trick. I really do like you.”
At that point, my feelings for this boy overcame any sense of caution I may have had, and I leaned down and gently kissed him on the mouth. As our lips touched, I felt a strong but pleasant tingling sensation. His lips were warm and moist, and as he eagerly returned the kiss, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his tongue push into my mouth. As we kissed, I slowly slid my hand down his back and grabbed his ass. His butt was firm, and as I massaged it, I could feel his little cock growing hard and pressing into my leg.
He broke off the kiss, looked up at me, and smiled. I ran my hand through his light blond hair and smiled back. He took my hand and led me back downstairs. As we walked, I stared at his perfectly shaped ass, watching it sway back and forth with each step he took.
He led me over to the couch, turned around, and kissed me again. This time, as we embraced, my hands found the bottom of his shirt and began to pull it over his head. We stopped kissing just long enough to get his shirt off before our lips found each other again. Now, my hands stroked his bare back and sides, loving the feel of his warm skin. I gently pushed him down onto the couch and straddled him. I broke off the kiss and gazed at his exposed torso. His shoulders were well-rounded, his stomach was perfectly flat, and his nipples were fully erect. I looked further down his body and noticed a small bulge in his shorts. Suddenly, I felt his hands grab the bottom of my shirt and begin to slide it up my body. I let him take off my shirt and toss it to the floor. I leaned back down and began kissing him again, enjoying the feel of my bare skin on his, which was amazingly soft and warm. My hand found itself resting on his thigh, and I began sliding it up until it was resting on his hip.
I broke off the kiss and resumed my former position, kneeling over him. I moved my hands to his crotch, unfastening the button and unzipping his shorts. Underneath he was wearing a pair of tightey-whities, and I could easily see the bulge in his underwear from his erection. As I slowly slid his shorts down his legs, I gazed deep into his trusting eyes, and his smiling face. I tossed his shorts to the floor, and began slowly stroking his now bare thigh with my left hand. My other hand rested on his chest and began playing with his nipples. He moaned softly, and closed his eyes.