Introduction

I just turned ten years old when Alan started babysitting me. He was in his 30s and lived down the street from where I lived with my mom. Sometimes, he just watched me when my mom was at work, but there were several times when I slept overnight at his house.

I was a shy kid and never got in trouble. My dad wasn't around, so Alan became the primary male adult in my life. He gave me the attention I craved. Playing video games together. Throwing a baseball around in his back yard. Doing jigsaw puzzles. Buying me ice cream whenever the ice cream truck drove around the neighborhood. He was a lot of fun.

Alan was very 'touchy.' He would massage my shoulders. Tickle me. Wrestle with me. Over time becoming more and more touchy. Eventually, when he gave my heinie a pat, it just seemed natural to me.

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Ice Cream

One time we heard the ice cream truck driving down the street right before dinner. We had just ordered a pizza.

"Can we get ice cream?"

"I don't think your mom would want you eating ice cream right before dinner, Ethan."

I was disappointed.

"I'll tell you what. You can get ice cream anyway. We won't tell you mom. It'll be our secret."

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A Dad and a Son

The rest of this story takes place on a day around two months after I first met Alan. We were at his house doing a jigsaw puzzle together. I was sleeping over at his house that night.

"Ethan, do you wish you had a dad?"

"Yeah. Sorta."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I just do."

"Well, at least you have me. We do stuff that dads and sons do. Don't we?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"If you want, I could be more like a dad for you."

"Like how?"

"I don't know. We'll figure it out."

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Showers

Later that day …

"Ethan, it's time for your shower."

"Okay."

I went over to my bag to get fresh underwear and my pajamas, so I could take them to the bathroom.

"Don't worry about that. I'll bring them in for you later."

"Okay."

Alan followed me to the bathroom. He opened the closet and handed me a washrag. I was standing there waiting for him to leave, so I could get undressed and get in the shower. But he didn't leave. I hesitated.

"What's wrong, Ethan?"

"Nothing. I'm gonna get my shower now."

"Okay. But you're not gonna wear your clothes in the shower, are you?"

"No."

I hesitated some more.

"You're not embarrassed to get naked in front of me, are you?"

I wasn't used to other people seeing me naked. Sometimes my mom saw me without any clothes on, but that was pretty much it.

"Yeah. Sorta."

"Do you remember what we were talking about before? About me being more like a dad to you?"

"Yeah."

"If you want me to be like a dad, we have to be more comfortable around each other. Dads and sons see each other naked all the time. It's no big deal. You don't have to be embarrassed getting undressed in front of me. Okay?"

"Okay."

I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts. I was just wearing my underwear. My mom mostly bought me regular white briefs – tighty whities. Alan reached over and tickled my ribs.

"Nice undies!"

I giggled. And then I pulled down my underwear. That's when Alan saw me naked for the first time. My peepee. My balls. My heinie. That's what I called all of those body parts when I was ten. Alan could see them all. Of course, I was totally hairless at that age.

I got in the shower and started washing. A few minutes later, I heard Alan call out.

"How are you doing in there?"

"Good."

"Are you almost done?"

"Yeah."

I rinsed all the soap off my body, turned off the water, and opened the shower curtain. Alan was in the bathroom, wearing just a pair of briefs. I was naked and dripping wet. Alan had a towel.

"Let's dry you off."

Alan rubbed the towel all over my wet hair. Then he worked his way down my body. He rubbed the towel around my peepee and balls area.

"Turn around."

I turned so my heinie was facing him. He dried my heinie cheeks and then pushed the towel between them to dry my crack and around my heinie hole.

"Did you wash inside your heinie crack good."

"Yeah."

"That's a good boy."

When I was all dry, I looked around for where my clothes were. I just saw a pair of underwear. I put them on.

"Where's my pajamas?"

"It's pretty warm in here, and I don't wanna turn on the air conditioner. I thought we could both just hang out in our undies tonight. Okay?"

"Okay."

"But first, it's my turn to get a shower."

Alan pulled down his briefs. I curiously took a quick glance between his legs to see what his peepee looked like – quick enough so he wouldn't notice. It was soft and floppy and looked a lot bigger than my little boy peepee. It was man-sized. He got in the shower, and I went to the living room to do more of the jigsaw puzzle that we were working on. In a few minutes, I heard Alan call out to me from the bathroom.

"Ethan. Come here a sec."

I went to the bathroom. Alan was still in the shower, finishing up.

"I'm here."

"Do you wanna watch the baseball game on TV? It'll be starting soon."

"Yeah. Okay."

Alan turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. I immediately noticed that his peepee was big, hard, and pointing up in the air. Once again I took quick glances, so Alan wouldn't notice that I was looking at it. Before that day, I don't think I ever saw a grown man's peepee before. And I definitely never saw a man's boner before. I didn't know that peepees could get big and hard like that. Alan didn't say anything about it. He just dried off with a towel and put on his underwear.

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Milk and TV

Later that night, we were sitting together on the couch watching the baseball game. We were both wearing just our underwear — me in my tighty-whities and Alan in his colored briefs. Alan had his arm around me and was sort of cuddling with me. A commercial came on.

"Do you want some milk?"

"Yeah."

Alan went to the kitchen and brought me back a glass of milk. I drank it. I started to feel real tired as the game reached the final innings and fell asleep on the couch.

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Waking Up

When I woke up, it was the next morning. I noticed that I was in Alan's bed, and that he was asleep next to me. Before this day, when I slept over at Alan's house, I always slept in his guest room. A few times I slept on the couch, but this was the first time I ever slept in Alan's bed. I couldn't remember how I got there.

I discovered that I was totally naked. I looked around the room for my underwear, so I could put them on, but I couldn't see them anywhere in the room. I saw that Alan was naked too. He had a morning boner. It looked just like it did after he got out of the shower the previous night Since he was sleeping, I was able to get a close look at it without him knowing.

I saw that Alan was starting to wake up, so I pretended that I was asleep too and just waking up. Alan rubbed my arm.

"Good morning, Ethan. How'd you sleep?"

"Good. What happened to my underwear?"

Alan laughed.

"You must have lost them somewhere last night. What's the last thing you remember?"

I thought back.

"Watching the baseball game on TV."

"Yeah. You fell asleep before the game ended. I'm sure your undies will turn up somewhere. Don't worry about it."

I was confused. How could my underwear get lost? In any case, I didn't care too much because I was starting to feel more comfortable being naked around Alan. It was starting to feel natural.

Alan told me to lay down on my back, and I did. He rubbed my chest and my stomach.

"Do you know what you are?"

"No. What?"

"The cutest boy in the world."

"No I'm not."

"I think you are. You're cute all over. Your belly's cute."

He was rubbing my stomach and started tickling my ribs. I squirmed around and giggled.

"You're ticklish."

"No I'm not."

"Yeah you are. Your feet are cute, too."

He tickled the bottom of my foot. I giggled some more and tried to kick his tickling hand away.

"See. You're ticklish. If you admit you're ticklish I'll stop."

He tickled my ribs again, and I giggled some more.

I laughed, "Okay. I'm ticklish. I'm ticklish."

He stopped tickling.

"Do you know what other part of you is cute?"

"No. What?"

He pointed between my legs and said, "Your peepee."

I got embarrassed and said, "No it's not."

"Yes it is. I think it's very cute."

Alan gave my peepee a light stroke with his finger.

"Just lay back and relax, Ethan."

Alan gently fondled and stimulated the parts of me that made me a boy — my peepee and ballsac.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yeah."

It did feel good. My peepee was getting stiff.

"Your peepee's getting hard, just like mine. That's called a boner."

I heard older kids say the word "boner" before. I sort of knew what they were talking about, but not really. Now I knew.

"Your peepee's cute, but I think it's even cuter when it's hard like that. Turn over."

I turned face down onto my stomach.

"I see something else that's cute."

"What?"

"Your heinie."

He gave my heinie a rub and a pat.

"Do you know what the cutest part of you is?"

"No. What?"

Alan spread my heinie cheeks apart.

"Your heinie hole."

I giggled.

"Heinie holes aren't cute. They're gross."

"Your heinie hole isn't gross. It's the cutest and most perfect thing in the world."

Alan rubbed his finger over my hole and around its perimeter. He gently pressed his finger on it, so that it poked inside just a tiny bit. Then he rolled me over so I was on my back again.

Alan pointed at the big boner between his legs.

"Do you know what this is?"

I looked at it.

"Your peepee."

"No it's not."

I was confused.

"Yeah, it is."

"Yours is called a peepee, but mine's called a cock. So you should call mine a cock. Okay?"

"That's a swear word. I'm not allowed to say swear words."

"You're allowed to say cock when you're here. It'll be our secret. Okay?"

"Okay."

Alan pointed at his boner again.

"What's this?"

"Your cock."

That was the first time I ever said that word.

"Do you have any questions about it?"

"Why does it look like that?"

"You mean why's it big and hard?"

"Yeah."

"It's hard bacause it likes you. Because you're so cute. Do you wanna touch it?"

I wanted to, but I hesitated.

"It's okay. You're allowed to touch it."

I reached my hand out and touched Alan's cock for the first time.

"Do you feel how hard it is?"

"Yeah."

"You can touch my balls, too."

I gently felt the two large eggs in Alan's ballsac. I didn't know it at the time, but they were busily producing the sperms that swim around in his cum.

"Do you know what my cock will do if you rub it?"

"No. What?'

"Rub it and find out."

I stroked my fingers up and down the underside of his hard shaft.

"Like this?"

"Yeah. Just like that. Look at the tip and see what comes out."

"The hole where your pee comes out?

"Yeah. But it won't be pee."

I used my little boy hand to play with Alan's cock, curiously looking at his pee hole. It didn't take too long before some slimy liquid oozed out of it.

"Ewww. What's that?"

"It's precum."

"What's precum?"

"My cock made it for you because you're doing such a good job of making it feel good. Keep playing with it, and something else will come out."

"What?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

I moved my hand up and down his cock. A few minutes later, Alan repositioned himself so that his cock was pointed toward me.

"Keep rubbing it, Ethan. It's gonna squirt soon."

I rubbed for a few more seconds, and then… Alan's cock spurted out a big squirt of cum. It landed on my lower stomach and ran down toward my peepee and balls. I never saw anything like it before. I had no idea that peepees could do that.

"What's that, Alan?"

"It's cum. It squirted out because you made my cock feel really, really good."

I looked down at my cum-covered stomach.

"It's slimy."

"You can touch it. We'll get a shower together and clean up. It doesn't matter if you get messy."

I reached my hand down and wiped some on my finger. I looked at it closely. It was white and gooey. I smelled it.

"What does it smell like?"

"I don't know. Kinda weird."

"You can taste it, if you want."

I was a picky eater, in general, and I thought Alan's cum looked sort of gross.

"No. I don't want to."

"That's okay. You don't have to."

Alan reached between my legs and rubbed his cum all over my peepee and ballsac. They were coated with Alan's sex slime.

"You're all messy now. Let's get up and get a shower."

We got up off the bed. Alan gave my naked heinie a pat as we walked out of his bedroom.

That's what happened that first day the best I can remember it. Alan babysat me many more times after that, and I slept overnight at his house a lot of those times. I have some specific memories from Alan's house after that first day, but it's pretty much just a blur, so this is the end of the narrative part of this story. I'll finish with two general topics…

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My Heinie

Alan liked my heinie more than any other part of me.

There were three different positions that Alan liked me to get in when he wanted to play with my heinie.

The first was me laying on my stomach like I described above. In this position, he had to spread my heinie cheeks apart himself. In the next two, they spread apart by themselves.

One was what Alan called the doggie position. I'd get down on my hands and knees and point my heinie up in the air at him.

The other was when I lay down on my back and lifted my legs up over my head. I think he liked this one best.

There were three things that Alan liked to do to my heinie hole.

The first was that he liked to sniff it. I asked him why he did that because heinie holes smell gross. He told me he liked how mine smelled.

The second was that he liked to lick it. Again, I wondered why anyone would want to lick a heinie hole because that's where my poop came out. I liked how it felt when he did that.

It made me feel self-conscious that Alan smelled and licked my heinie hole, meaning that I would have been embarrassed if Alan saw that it was dirty. So I always made sure that I wiped real good after I pooped.

The third thing that Alan did to my heinie hole was rub it with his finger. He had some kind of lube that was real slippery. He'd squirt some on my hole and rub it in with his finger. He'd work his finger inside my hole and move it in and out and wiggle it around inside. Just like with the licking, I thought that this kind of anal stimulation felt good.

One thing Alan never did was stick his cock in my hole. He might have been working up to that, but my mom and I moved away before we ever got there. Maybe he just didn't want to hurt me because his cock was really big — at least it looked big to my little boy eyes.

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Alan's Cock

Over the next several months, I learned a lot about Alan's cock. How big and hard it got. What it smelled like. What kinds of things made it get leaky with precum. And what kinds of things made it sqirt cum. I learned that on any particular day, the first time Alan cummed, a lot of cum squirted out. And then, later, if he squirted a second time after that, not as much squirted out. I think he might have stored up cum when he knew he was going to babysit me, so he would be feeling extra horny for me.

Alan taught me to feel comfortable around his cock.

"Do you like my cock?"

"Yeah."

"Show me how much you like it."

I would kiss it, lick it, and suck on it. I learned that I had to be careful to not let it hit the back of my throat. I gagged on it a few times.

That first day, I didn't want to taste Alan's cum, but eventually, I tasted both his precum and his cum. A lot of times, I sucked on his cock until he squirted a big load of cum in my mouth.

The End