Chapter 1

I was ecstatic when my mom's friend, Gloria, asked me if I would be open to babysitting her ten year old son, Juan, a few evenings each week. Apparently, she had to cover for a coworker who was seriously hurt in a car accident, and who was expected to miss work for at least a month.

"Hmmm. Three to four days a week for at least a month? I guess I can do it. I was planning to work part time and save up some money over the summer, since I'm finally old enough." I paused in feigned contemplation. "Ya, I would love to help you, and little Juan, out. It's fine, I'll do it."

"Oh, you're such a sweetheart, Michael!" She said in a grateful tone. "And like I said, I only need you for a few hours in the afternoon. I know it's not a lot, but I'll pay you $20 [18€] a day. You know how it is since my husband…" She drifted off.

I knew all about her husband leaving her for, and I'm quoting my mom here, a dumb blond bimbo half his age.

"Oh, no worries Mrs. Hernandez. Twenty is more than enough. I would've made only a bit more anyway working at a fast food joint," I said with a smile, knowing that I would've happily done it for free.

Sleep didn't come easy that night. I would be spending my evenings, starting tomorrow, with my very first love. The first boy that I had ever noticed, when I was twelve, and he was only six years old. The first boy to consume my thoughts and invade my dreams. The first one I jacked off to. Many followed, of course, but none took his place at the top. I thought about all the interesting situations that could arise. Would one lead to me seeing him naked? Maybe even more exciting things would happen. I jacked off twice before I slipped into a restless sleep.

***

"Hi Michael!" Juan said excitedly as he opened the door. "Wanna see my jungle?"

"Your jungle?"

Juan nodded. "Come." He pulled lightly on my shirt to prod me to move.

I followed him to his room.

"Where's your mom?"

"In the bathroom. Getting ready for work"

We walked into Juan's bedroom, and I could at once see the jungle to which he was referring. It was a Lego project. Juan was really into Lego, and I'd seen many of his creations in the past. This one was his best. An elaborate jungle scene with rivers, rocks, and even animals. I could tell that he put a lot of time and effort into it.

"That's amazing Juan!" I said, sincerely.

A large toothy grin brightened his face. "Been working on it for two months."

Juan had an amazing smile. He had a small mouth with full lips, and his teeth were surprisingly beautiful for a kid his age. They were white and straight and proportional. He was, of course, missing several teeth, adding to his cuteness.

"Oh hey Michael." A voice startled me from behind.

I turned around. "Hey Mrs. Hernandez."

"Thank you again for doing this. I won't forget this favor."

We had a lot of fun that afternoon. I helped him with his Lego project. Then we spent some time playing video games on his console. That was specially fun, as he sat right next to me on the couch, allowing me to physically interact with him. He would playfully push and shove as we competed, and I would do the same. I was aroused the whole time. And the longer the evening went on, the hornier I got.

"Okay that's enough video games. Your mom said we could play for one hour. It's been two." I said.

"Oh, just a little more? Please?"

"Nah. I'm hungry anyway. Aren't you?"

He nodded.

"All right. You should put your PJ's on." I said, knowing how lovely he looked dressed in his PJ's.

I took the spaghetti Gloria had left for us out of the fridge, and put it in the microwave. I was thinking of a reason to go to Juan's room while he was changing. He would look great in his undies. He wore briefs, I knew. But I decided against it to avoid any potential awkwardness.

Juan came back out a couple of minutes later. He was dressed in his green Simpsons pajamas. I was familiar with them. He looked adorable.

After dinner we sat and watched TV. Gloria was due back soon. That was too bad. I wished I could tuck him in his bed.

I looked at Juan, who was lying down on the two-seater next to mine. His head on one headrest, and his bare feet on the other. I wanted badly to touch him. So I got up, and walked to his couch. Without asking, I lifted his legs up, sat down where they had been, then I put them back down on top of my lap. Juan made no objection. He slouched towards me, putting his feet backup on the headrest, with his calves resting on my lap. He continued watching the television. My erection, which I'd had on and off for most of the night, was pushed by my jeans against my thigh. I was aware how close Juan's legs were to touching it.

"So did you have fun today?" I asked as I put my hand on his leg, on the pants-covered part right above his ankle.

"Yep." He said without looking at me.

I looked at his face, but I was aware of his entire body. I was aware that his crotch was within arm's reach. All I had to was reach just a little…

"What?" Juan asked, now looking at me.

"What?" I asked back.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Why not?" I asked playfully.

To my surprise, Juan lifted his leg up and nudged my face with his foot. "The TV is that way."

"Hey!" I said as I grabbed his foot. "That's not very nice!" I grabbed his other leg and pushed both feet together, holding them in place at the ankle with one hand. "I think I need to teach you a lesson about being polite."

I started tickling his feet. Juan laughed uproariously and tried to squirm away. I did not allow it. I kept tickling. His toes wiggled and clinched as the tips of my fingers tickled the, unbelievably soft, soles of his feet.

"You gonna put your foot on my face again?" I said while I continued to tickle.

"No… I promise… Stop… I promise." He managed to squeak.

I did not stop.

"Hmmm, I don't believe you!"

"I swear… Gonna pee my pants!" He said.

I felt my temperature rise at the thought of him peeing his pants. What was wrong with me? I did not stop right away, but I did force myself to stop a few seconds later. Juan's face was blood red. And as soon as I stopped tickling and eased my grip, he pulled his legs free, jumped to his feet, and sprinted to the bathroom.

I got up and followed him. I could hear the pee stream as soon as he shut the door. He must've really had to go. The sound stopped, and then… nothing. I waited a minute, then I put my ear against the door. I couldn't hear anything.

"Are you okay?" I said from behind the closed door?

I waited for his response, but it didn't come.

"Juan?"

A moment later his response came. "You made me pee myself, you jerk!"

"Do you need clean underwear?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay, give me a minute."

I went to Juan's room and opened his underwear drawer (already knew which one). I picked a pair of blue briefs and walked back to the bathroom.

"All right, I have clean underwear. Open the door please."

Juan unlocked the door and opened it just a bit. He stuck his hand out for me to hand him his underwear, which I did. He then shut the door. He opened the door a moment later, but did not come out. I went in, and saw him standing in front of the sink, pants in hand. His bare legs were beautiful. Juan was just this side of pudgy, and his legs were full, but not so full as to completely blur the lines that defined their muscles whenever they moved. They were so smooth, that I could see the light faintly reflecting off of them. Their color, which they shared with the rest of his body, was that of powdered cinnamon. I couldn't count the number of times I fantasized about licking that delicious skin. The underwear I picked tightly hugged his jewels, and I could clearly see the bulge they made. I made a good choice.

"Mom is going to kill me." He whined as he lifted his pants to show me.

The front of his pants had a spot of moisture slightly bigger than a quarter.

"That's not a lot. She won't notice." I said trying to comfort him.

"She'll smell it. Also, there is this." He grabbed his soiled underwear to show me. The white pair had a much larger yellowish spot.

I stood there thinking, then I took out my phone to look at the clock. Gloria will be back in fewer than thirty minutes.

"We can fix this. Give them to me. The pants too."

I turned the sink's faucet on, and I pinched the pee-stained spot on the pants and put it under the running water. I rubbed it clean, then I did the same with the underwear, which had an obvious urine smell. Once I felt that both articles were clean enough, I showed them to Juan.

"She won't notice the smell now."

Juan looked horrified.

"They are much more wet now!"

"Well, we're not done. That was just to clean the pee. Now we need to dry them."

I walked out of the bathroom, Juan following, and I went to Gloria's room. I knew she had a hair drier as I had heard her use it on several occasions in the past. I looked around and I saw the dryer lying on the dresser next to various grooming devices and make up containers. I grabbed it, plugged it in, and used it to dry the clothes. The job was complete within a few minutes. I smelled the pants, and there was no smell. I then brought the underwear to my face and I took a deep whiff. There was just the slightest hint of urine.

"Ew!" I heard Juan say.

"I just wanna make sure the smell is gone." I said as I quickly withdrew the underwear from my face. "And it is, by the way. Your mom won't be able to tell."

I handed the clothes back to Juan, who looked genuinely relieved and grateful. We walked to his bedroom. "Now put them on, and give me your clean underwear to fold and put back."

Juan nodded, then stood there staring at me. I stared back quietly unsure of what he was waiting for.

"Look away so I can change." He said.

And just as he said that, we heard the sound of keys rattling in the keyhole of the apartment's door.

Juan moved in panicked nimbleness as he pulled his blue underwear down and threw it at me. Just as quickly, he pulled his still-kind-of-soiled briefs up, followed by his green pajama pants. He accomplished this in mere seconds, but it was enough. I got a clear look at his little package. He was uncircumcised. I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before. And his balls, small and crunched up tight against his body, were a shade darker than the rest of him.

Juan looked at me incredulously, then grabbed the blue underwear lying between my feet –argh, I had completely forgotten about that- and stuffed them, unfolded, into the drawer. That's when I heard Gloria's voice.

"I'm home boys." Gloria said as she walked toward the bedroom.

Juan ran out, and I followed him. He sprinted to his mom and gave her a good hug.

"Aww. Did you miss me?" She said as she held his head against her chest.

"Uh huh." Juan said sweetly.

They let go. And Gloria looked at me. "Did he give you any trouble?"

"Oh no. We had a great time." I responded.

"Michael helped me with my jungle, then we played video games. But only for an hour, like you said." Juan started recounting the evening's events.

I was struck by how composed he was, given how panicked he seemed just moments earlier. What a great actor, I thought to myself.

I said my goodbyes to Gloria and Juan, and started back on the two-block journey home. That brief moment when I got to see Juan's member was obviously all I could think of. I needed release badly, so I picked up my pace.

***

I didn't have to babysit Juan the next day, and the wait for the one that followed was excruciating. I passed the time hanging out with my friend and classmate, Joe, but my mind was elsewhere the whole time. All I wanted was to see Juan again. And since I had to wait another day to do that, I was filled with a strong, and irrational, urge to tell Joe about Juan. Thankfully, the better half of my judgement won that battle, and I kept my mouth shut.

I woke up the next day after a night full of lustful dreams with an erection that I would've had either way. Despite really needing to urinate, I decided to first masturbate. The slight pain from my full bladder as I orgasmed felt surprisingly pleasant. The stream of piss that followed went all over the place, however, and I took the time to wipe it off the side of the toilet and nearby floor with a wad of toilet paper. I took a shower, ate the scrambled eggs my mom had made for me before leaving for work, and I spent the rest of the day looking at memes on the internet, constantly looking at the time, anxiously waiting for four pm to come.

The time finally came, and I made my way to Juan's place. This time, it was Gloria who greeted me at the door. She soon left and I had the boy all to myself. But Juan wasn't his usual bright and energetic self today. He acted… aloof.

"Is something wrong buddy?" I said as I sat next to him watching him play with his Lego.

He looked at me, smiled, and then shook his head. "Can we go to the park today? I wanna look at stuff with my magnifying glass." Juan walked to the shelf and picked up a large magnifying glass to show it to me.

"Yeah, sure."

Our time at the park was enjoyable. Juan looked at insects, plants, rocks, and various other objects with his magnifying glass. I told him that some kids used it to concentrate sunlight and burn ants, and it turned out to be something of which he was aware, but had no interest in doing. I thought that was sweet.

"I'm hungry. Can we go to McDonalds?" Juan asked.

"Your mom prepared dinner for us. Come on, let's go back home."

"It's rice and beans." Juan stuck out his tongue in exaggerated disgust.

"I like rice and beans. And besides, I don't think your mom would want me to spend money taking you out to eat."

"She won't know."

"She'll see that we didn't touch the food she made for us."

Juan shook his head. "We'll dump it in the trash outside." He continued with a grin.

I had less than $10 [9.25€] on me. Enough for two burgers, as long as we didn't get fries and drinks. But my agreement with Gloria is for her to pay me at the end of the week, and I didn't want to be completely broke for several more days.

"Nah, maybe next week. I don't have a lot of money." I said and I motioned for him to follow so we could walk back to his apartment.

Juan didn't follow. "Pleeeeeeease." He said with an adorable, but whiny, tone.

"Come on buddy, next week."

Juan took a step towards me. "If you take me to McDonald's, I'll show you my wiener again when we get home." He said in a lowered voice and a large smile on his face.

My heart jumped. For a moment, I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. But there was no doubt of what he just said. I was flustered. I didn't know how to respond. What I knew for sure was that I should turn the offer down. Maybe even reprimand him for making it.

"Okay." Is what I actually said.

We walked to the restaurant, my heart going at what felt like two hundred beats a minute the entire time. Juan, on the other hand, looked completely nonchalant. We got there, and I turned to him.

"You can only get a burger, no drinks or fries. I don't have enough money for that."

"But I want a Big Mac with Coke and fries!" He proclaimed.

"I don't have enough money…"

"How much do you have?"

I took out my wallet, and it had $9 [8€] in it. I also had a quarter in my pocket.

"Nine dollars and twenty five cents [8.55€]."

Juan looked at the menu for a few seconds, then looked back at me. "It says Big Mac combo is $6.99 [6.49€]."

"But then I won't have enough to get anything for myself."

He paused in thought for a moment. "Didn't you say you liked rice and beans?"

I should have been annoyed with him. But to be honest, I was actually impressed. That kid knew he had something I wanted. And he knew how to exploit it.

"Fine. You can have what you want."

I watched Juan eat his food, which made me hungrier. But hunger was not the primary thing on my mind. Soon we'd be back at his place, and I'd get what I wanted.

He finished eating, and we walked back home, the drink still in his hand.

We arrived at Juan's apartment a few minutes later, and as I soon as we went in, I turned to Juan and said, "Well, let's see it."

"No way!" He said shyly, his pitch a note higher than usual. He then continued walking to the living room, turned the TV on and sat down to watch cartoons.

"You promised." I lamely said. Juan shrugged without even looking at me.

I felt anger rise in me. It did cross my mind that I could just take what I wanted, but I quickly pushed the thought out of my head. It was what it was. I got bamboozled by a ten year old kid.

I walked to the kitchen and reheated the food Gloria left for us. My annoyance with Juan robbed me of my appetite, but I stood there and finished my dinner, without leaving the kitchen. I could hear Juan laughing in the other room, which further annoyed me. Once done, I went back to the living room and sat on the other couch. I looked at the boy sitting a few feet away. The light from the TV shone in his eyes, highlighting their striking dark amber color. His curly auburn hair was ruffled up and messy. He curled up on the couch, his socks visibly dirty. He looked absolutely perfect. I felt my annoyance melt away.

"Your mom will be home soon. You should go change your clothes."

Juan came back from his room dressed in sweatpants and a baggy white undershirt. No PJ's today, I thought disappointedly. Soon after, Gloria came home and went through the routine questions.

"Yeah, we spent most of the day at the park. Then we came home and had dinner. The day goes by fast when you're out and about."

"That's great. Juan is often cooped up in his room. I really appreciate you taking him out." Gloria said while putting newly bought groceries in the fridge.

"Well, I better get going Mrs. Hernandez. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Michael. And thanks again."

I saw Juan on my way out, still curled up on couch watching TV.

"Good night Juan. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night!" He said with childish joviality.

"Michael." I heard Juan say as I turned the doorknob. So I looked back at him, and I saw him standing with the TV behind him. He looked at me with a mischievous smile, then he pulled the front of his sweatpants, and underwear, down, giving me a two second view of his genitals, before jumping back on the couch, proceeding to watch his cartoons.

I had never before felt such intense love for anyone as I did for him at that moment.

To Be Continued