BARRETT IN THE BATHTUB
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

The little boy I babysit – Barrett is his name – lives in my
apartment complex, right across the hall. His mom works a late
afternoon-early evening shift at the local hospital. She's a nice
woman. Bailey. She's about 20 years younger than me, but that hasn't
stopped us from enjoying friends with benefits privileges for the past two
years since she moved in.

Barrett was 8 then, and quickly stole my heart just about as much as his
mom did. I'm not straight, I'm not gay, I'm not bi, I'm just a slut,
basically. One of those guys who – put a hole in front of me – and
chances are good I'll want to fuck it. It doesn't necessarily matter who
the owner is. Or what the gender is. Or what the age is, if I can get away
with it. Some guys need a label. I just need a hole, and a cooperative
partner.

Bailey and Barrett have always been both.

With his mom working until 8:00 every night, Barrett's been my pseudo-son
by default for the past couple of years, coming to my apartment not his
right after school. Blonde and blue-eyed, sweet and smart-ass since the day
I met him, the 8-year-old second-grader who used to purposely leave the
door open so I could watch him pee. The 9-year-old third-grader who
more-than-commonly put my hand on his crotch when we watched TV together,
so I could rub him to a twitchy-shaky, breathless little boycum right there
on my couch in broad moonlight, waiting for Mom to show up and ring the
doorbell to bring him home for the night.

So, yeah, we played around a little. He saw my cock. I saw his. No big
deal. I rubbed him off, mostly through his clothing, although one time he
did put my hand down his pants, where I could feel his hot little stiffy
pulsing like a rocket in his underpants. The kind of hot where you almost
want to pull your hand back and yell ouch. But you don't dare. Because
honestly, when are you going to get the chance to touch hot little kidcock
again? Fuck.

Now Barrett's 10, and in fourth grade, and we never fucked. Never
sucked. Never did anything substantial until tonight.

Tonight when I gave him a bath.

Not my idea. (I swear, Your Honor!)

Seriously, his mom caught me in the hall when she was leaving for work at
11 this morning, and she said, "Hey, when B comes over after school, would
you mind throwing him in the tub before I pick him up?"

"Sure," I said.

And it was no big sexual deal. Didn't even make my pants-radar go zing, to
be honest. Barrett's been bathing at my house for two years now. He giggles
and goofs off and waves his cock at me, but I'm not in there lapping at his
back door 24/7. Kids mess around. Kids get clean. Like I said, I'm not a
confirmed pedo, or a confirmed anything. I'm just an easy-go-lucky
slut. Put my hand on your cock on the couch, I'll rub you off. Sit on my
face with your tight, smelly boy buns, and I'll definitely give you a
lick. But if you're just in my bathtub, minding your own business and
wiggling your giggler at me, chances are I'll leave you alone, and worry
more about whether or not your homework's done.

"Sure I'll throw him in the tub," I told Bailey. "No problem at all."

"Thanks," she said, giving me a peck. "I haven't showered him for three
days. He's starting to get stinky in all the wrong places."

No such thing, I thought to myself. But I smiled and pecked her back.

"Good day at work, love," I told her.

She smiled and grabbed my cock.

"Maybe some of this when I get back?" she said alluringly, eyebrows up.

"Anytime you want some," I promised. Sincerely.

Off she went. I finished up a few writing projects, and Barrett showed up
like clockwork at my place, after school around 3:35.

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"You gotta hit the bath tonight, Champ," I told him after snacks. "Mom
says."

"Aw, crap."

"Yeah, crap."

"Fine."

He played X-Box for another half-hour, his homework was already done. I was
still doing some final edits, not really paying too much attention to him,
so I watched him shuck off his clothes peripherally, not intently, as I
finished up the day's workload.

I mean, don't get me wrong. Barrett's a pretty, pretty boy. When that shirt
comes off, you're treated to the creamiest skin and the loveliest dime-size
milkers you're likely to spot on a ten-year-old till the cows come
home. And his cock is a marvel in itself. A cute little 3-incher that
probably perks up to all-about 4, if you tease it the right way, which I've
certainly done a time or two with my hands and fingers. It's not a bad
cocklet. Kind of thick for a little shaver, but not porn-star thick. God,
no. This isn't one of those ridiculous stories where the kid has a cock the
size of a tree stump. Dream on, fellas.

No, Barrett's cock is just a normal, ten-year-old kid cock. Nothing
fancy. Nothing to call Guinness about. But pretty as fuck, and eminently
edible. Something I'd never done before, and had no clue I was about to do
as I watched him undress and head for the bathroom, pert butt and dangling
boy bits in full view, but nothing I urgently needed to chase.

Sorry to be so nonchalant.  I know you're trying to jack off here. But like
I said, I'm not a pedo-hungry anything. I was in the middle of a few last
paragraphs. I'd get in there in a second, but for now, I had to make a
living. Besides. The kid lives next door. I see him every day. No fucking
rush, right?

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"Hey, Scooby!"

Barrett calls me in.

My name's Scott, but Barrett calls me "Scooby." Don't ask me how that
happened, or when that happened, or why that happened. I don't think we've
watched Scooby-Doo together ever in the history of the universe, but there
it is. Deal with it. I'm Scooby.

"Hey, Scooby!"

I come in and Barrett's naked as the pretty new day. Cocklet half hard and
water sudsy and warm.

"Yeah, what do need, Champ?"

"Let me ask you something."

"Fine."

Good. Direct.

"How come you never want to suck my cock or fuck me up the butt?"

"Do WHAT?" I said, giving him a little laugh.

He flicked a little water at my nose for dissing him.

"I mean, I know you're fucking my mom, right?"

"From time to time," I shrugged.

"So what's wrong with me?" he said, annoyed. "I got a hole, right? You
could fuck my hole if you wanted to."

"Wow," I said. "Well that's a pretty significant offer."

I sat there for a second, wondering exactly how I should play this one.

"Well," I said, after I caught my train of thought. "Here's what I think."

He smiled and looked at my expectantly.

"You're ten, right?"

He nodded yes.

"Well, you don't exactly have the biggest butthole in the world yet."

He shrugged. Admitted it.

"So what if I stuck it up there and you screamed like a banshee?"

He giggled. "Aw, fuck you, Scooby. I ain't gonna scream."

"How do you know?" I asked him.

"I fuck around with my friend Connor all the time," he explained patiently,
like I was a moron or something. "I fuck him, he fucks me, he gets his
sparkles straight up my butt, and it doesn't hurt at all."

"He gets his sparkles?" I grinned. Never heard it explained quite that way
before.

"Fuck yeah he gets his sparkles."

"Okay," I shrugged. "But his cock's probably 40-inches shorter than mine,
bud."

"You wish," Barrett giggled.

I winked at him. Grabbed a washcloth and started washing his shoulders.

"I'm just saying, sex with a boy and sex with a guy are two different
things. How do I know you're not gonna rat me out to your mom after I
theoretically ram it up your ass and we all get our sparkles?"

"I don't know," he grinned. "I guess you'll just have to have faith."

"Ha!" I smiled. "Famous last words."

But what the fuck. In for a penny, in for a pound. My dick was already
starting to get hard, Barrett and his cute little horny talk. What the
fuck. The kid wants his sparkles? Who am I to rain on anybody's parade.

I stood up. Pulled down my pants. My cock was hard through my underwear. I
didn't take it out, but I showed him the bulge. Jutted it right in his
face.

He saw it and his eyes bugged out.

"Wow," he said simply. "S'big."

"Still want your sparkles, kid?"

He nodded. In awe.

Fine. Let's get this show on the road.

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Wouldn't that have been hot to watch Barrett take that bath?

Help him out?

Wash his back for him.

Have him stand up in the bathtub with you kneeling there.

Washing his back. Your cock rock hard in your underpants like mine was?

Sudsing and rinsing his shoulders and the arch of his pretty back.

Knowing he was in red-hot boy heat. Knowing he already wanted to fuck?

Was daring you to fuck him?

His soft skin.

His perfect, creamy arms.

Washing his thighs.

Filling your hands with soap.

Bringing them around.

Cupping his beautiful penis and balls.

Washing them gently.

Feeling him respond.

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"Do you want to be in charge of this, Champ, or should I?"

"Me," Barrett said. "I want to be in charge."

"Go for it," I told him.

And my cock was rock hard, ready to burst out of my underwear for him."

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I continued to wash his penis and balls.

Washed them gently.

Rubbed them in soft, slow circles.

I felt him get hard at my touch.

I rinsed his front, then slowly moved my hands to clean his ass. I felt his
cheeks, soft and warm. Then my soap-slick finger teased his
rosebud. Twirled small circles at his entrance. And he turned to me
eagerly, mock-angry eyes, hot and horny. Definitely eager.

"Stick it in," he hissed at me. "Put your finger in my asshole."

And I did. And Barrett moaned.

I slid my finger in and out of his ass, slick with soap and strawberry body
wash. It went right up. There was no resistance at all.

And then I was done being a gentleman.

I turned him around, grabbed his wrists, placed his hands against the
bathtub wall, and took my finger out and replaced it with my tongue. Spread
his cheeks and ate that sweet hole like nobody's business.

It still tasted hot and dirty. It still tasted like heaven and vinegar and
sweet, bitter boy bile. I licked it with hunger. There were three things on
my mind right then. Finger that ass. Lick that ass. Fuck that ass. And by
the moans he was making, Barrett was thinking that too.

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How would you like that, my friend and my reader?

You with your cock out, sitting there slowly jacking your own rock-hard
leaker as I tell you what I did to him that day. What Barrett did to ME?

What if that was you?

What would you do if your mouth was on that ass.

As you eat him.

And he groans.

And he moans.

And you stick your finger in and out of his ass.

And his little cocklet is rock hard.

And you take your finger out.

And you replace it with your tongue.

His hands up against the wall, standing in the bathtub, as you tongue-fuck
him, finger-fuck him, your cock hard and leaking.

"TAKE IT OUT!" he hisses.

And you honestly don't know if he means take your finger out of his ass or
your cock out of your pants, so you do both.

"STAND UP!" he orders.

And you do.

And his head comes forward, and he smells it first/

He looks at the strand of precum on your tip, touches it with his finger,
brings it up to his mouth for a tentative taste, judges it.

"Salty," he mumbles.

Then in one glorious shot, his whole mouth is around your glans, sweet,
hot, little tight boymouth, Barrett-mouth, so hot, so warm, so wet, and he
sucks as much as he can, not much, but he sucks the head and jacks you at
the same time. until ten strokes later, because you want him so bad, you
fire off into his mouth, surprising him, gagging him, filling him with what
he dared you to.

He spits, looks mad, spits it back out on your cock.

"Sorry," you say. "I...I should have..."

"QUIET!" he yells, because this is HIS game.

And when you shut up...he smiles once again. No harm done.

Then slowly at first, tentatively and nervously, but then with
confidence...

He licks the spent cum off your cock head.

Licks it a little at first. Swallows a little and pronounces it suitable.

Then covers your cockhead with pretty little boymouth and eats it all
quickly.

Licks up the side of your shaft and catches what he spit out.

Eats your load and licks every bit.

The drop on your balls.

The drop that stuck to your pubes.

He eats it all, man.

And while he does, he strokes his own little cocklet.

Sucking your cock. Eating your cum, stroking his dickie.

"GET ON YOUR KNEES!" he orders.

And you do.

And jutting his hips forward, he pushes it at your face.

At your lips.

You take him inside your mouth.

Sweet. Hard. Pretty baby fuckcock that tastes like water and soap.

Tastes like cock and boy.

Tastes like Barrett and lust.

And he grabs your head and begins pistoning in and out of your face. He's
not so subtle. He face fucks you hard.

"Nnngh...slow down...slow..." you try to mumble, surprised he's humbled
you.

"QUIET!" he yells, and he keeps up his rough face-fucking.

You didn't see this one coming, but you suction him harder.

He moans a little. Makes funny breathing noises. Tenses up, pushes HARD,
and then he is shaking.

Grunting. Shivering. Locked in place.

Locked in your mouth, his little fuckstick quivering on your tongue,dancing
and darting and trying to shoot out the drops of nectar it can't quite
create yet.

You grab his ass cheeks.

Pull him closer to you.

Just love his nearness.

The smell of his hairless pubis, hot and bathed and warm and yours.

Hugging his groin to your face.

Moaning for the love of him.

Barrett in control as he's always been.

But you taking this one brief moment to hug him, and love him, and smell
him, and feel his body pressed tight to your face.

Smelling his hairless crotch.

Feeling his dick still hard and twitchy in your mouth.

It never goes down. It's still erect.

You hug him to you, this clean dirty boy.

His skin overwhelms your face.

This beautiful bath boy.

What boy feels like.

What lust feels like.

In the tub.

In your soul.

In your senses.

Turns out it's Barrett after all.

How would you like that, friend?

How would you like getting those sparkles?

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We had two hours to go before his mom got home from work, so I took him
naked to my bed and I laid him down and asked him if he was feeling okay.

"Got your sparkles pretty good there, Champ," I grinned at him.

"Yeah, well you still haven't fucked me," he complained, grabbing my cock.

"My turn," I said, lifting him up, putting him doggie on his knees.

You should have seen the look on his face when I did that. Pure
surprise. Pure wide eyes. Pure oh-my-God, what comes next?

"I'm done taking orders," I growled in his ear as I nibbled and bit
it. "You want some cock, Champ?"

He peeped and nodded, "Oh yeah, Scooby, I do."

"Get ready," I said. "It's going in you."

He whimpered. And shuddered. And melted into my body.

Willingly. Ready.

And ten.

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It was not hard to get my cock inside him.

I'd often wondered, but it turns out it wasn't.

He was relaxed. He was horny. He was ready for this to happen.

Whatever he and his little friend Connor had done was enough to teach him
the basics, and although my cock was worlds bigger than a classmate, he
opened up for me and took me in like the blooming of a flower, like the
saying of a magic word.

My long lubed cock slid slowly and painlessly into his velvety rectum. Not
that he didn't hiss in surprise. Not that he didn't tense for a minute and
grab the bed sheets, but up there on his knees, the smell of hot pubic sex
and wide open boy ass filling my bedroom, he took me like a champion, like
a boy years older than he was.

"Nnngh," he grunted as my cock bottomed out in him.

And then it was happening. Me fucking Barrett, my take-it-or-leave-it
boy. And it turned out I wanted to take it. Fuck. There was nothing
nonchalant left about this situation. His sweet boy cunt wrapped around the
shaft of my cockhard fuckstick was all I could dream of right now. All I
could live for. Fuck his mom and fuck the day after, for right now, this
was all I needed. Fucking Barrett. Filling him with everything.

He whimpered. He moaned. He made noises like a pretty little puppy. I could
feel his velvety slipperiness. I could smell his boyish hole smells, a
mixture of almonds and saltiness and earth and maple. The smell of his sex
and mine mixing through the air was almost as maddening as the feel of his
tight rectum twitching and contracting and nibbling around the shaft and
head of my deep diving mancock.

"Scooby," he whispered, starting to cum again. "Uhh...uhhh...uhhh..."
grunting in time with me.

"Fucking your ass," I grunted in his ear. "Fucking your sweet, hot,
beautiful...ASSSSSSS!!!!"

And then it was done. Then I erupted in his boy cherry. Then I fucked that
sweet hole so full of cum I expected to see it shoot of out his eyes, his
nose, his mouth, his ears.

"UNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!!!" I wailed, inseminating his boyhole.

"So good, so good," I whispered to his sweet, sweaty spine, as my cum
filled him up to the point of overflowing.

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"Jesus," he said to me, wide-eyed and later as we laid together, cuddling
in the bathtub, cleaning up after his ass closed up and my cum stopped
running down his leg. "That was hard. It kinda hurt. But in a good way."

"Sorry," I said. "I won't go so hard next time."

He looked at me with a smile.

"There's a next time?" he asked, voice raising, eyes excited.

"Oh, kiddo," I told him. "There's always a next time."

"What about Mom?" he asked sheepishly. "Do we tell her? Is it a secret?"

"Well, let's keep it a secret for now," I told him. "And we'll see where it
goes. Who knows? Maybe someday we can all join in together."

That intrigued him. He raised an eyebrow. Turned around. Pressed his naked
wet body into mine. Leaned forward. French kissed me with his sweet,
learning, sweet-awkward tongue.

"You mean we both might do it with my mom? Together?" he asked
breathlessly. And I could feel his little peenie getting harder at the
thought.

"Never say never," I told him, kissing him back. Like I said. I'm not gay,
I'm not bi. I'm just kind of a slut. Put a hole in front of me and chances
are, I'm gonna fuck it.

But that's a threesome for a different day.

Tonight I had Barrett in the bathtub.

And about 35 more minutes until his mom showed up.

That's probably enough time, Dear Reader, don't you think? Can we sneak it
in?

A lot can happen in 35 minutes.

My cock was getting hard just thinking about it.

"Hey, Barrett," I said. "Stand up again. Against the wall."

"Like this?" he asked, doing what I requested.

"Perfect," I said, reaching for the lube. "Now spread your butt cheeks for
me."

"Like this?" he repeated.

"Oh yeah," I said. "That's pretty. Just like that."

And Barrett in the bathtub was mine once again.

Just like that, my friends.

Just like that.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com