Being a Boy Babysitter, part 6 (mb, ped) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: Dylan tells Kyle about something he learned and the boys find a great place where their activities aren’t limited by Kyle's babysitting duties… During the early afternoon, two days after my second time babysitting Dwight, I was headed over to the neighborhood playground to shoot some baskets. “Hey Kyle,” the voice was coming from my right side. I turned towards where the voice was coming from to see Dylan. “What’s up?” I asked as I took a step towards him. “Nothing much…” he said at a normal volume before quietly adding, “…except…” Figuring whatever he was about to say had something to do with jerking off, I suggested, “I was gonna shoot some hoops...wanna play a little one-on-one?” He got a marginally confused look on his face before definitively say, “Yea sure,” and walking over to me. We hadn’t walked more than two steps when I asked, “’Except’ what?” I could practically feel Dylan smile, before he said, “So I talked to my cousin Matt after, uhm…” “You told him about us jerking off?” I asked in a near whisper. “Yea,” Dylan replied; odd as it may sound there was a hint of both pride and shame in his voice. “And?” I wondered if maybe he’d learned a new technique from his sixteen year old cousin. He took a deep breath before quietly saying, “Ever heard of ‘tissue babies’?” I stopped dead in my tracks, “What?” I heard myself ask. Dylan stopped walking and said, “That’s exactly how I responded when Matt asked me.” We both continued walking before Dylan continued speaking, “Matt says if you jerk-off into a tissue…” he trailed off. “I’ve done that a few times,” I commented before asking, “What about it?” Dylan glanced around before quietly saying, “After the cum dries, it’s called a tissue baby…” I opened my mouth, but was unable to say anything. Seeing my confusion, Dylan continued, “So I asked Matt why it’s called that…” Suddenly I understood what Matt had meant: chuckling I asked, “The tissue is impregnated with the cum, and when it dries they become one new thing, right?” “Yeah: that’s what Matt said,” Dylan replied before saying, “But I still don’t get it.” Now it was my turn to explain, “The word ‘impregnated’ has two meanings: to soak up or absorb, AND to make pregnant…it’s a play on words.” “Awh man…” Dylan shook his head before asking, “So since you’ve jerked-off into a tissue you’ve made a tissue baby…” “I suppose, but I always throw the tissue out right after…guess that means I never saw a tissue baby…” I was thinking out loud. “I think I’ll make one tonight,” Dylan commented. “You’ll have to put it someplace your mom won’t find it,” I suggested / offered a piece of advice. “…Yeah…” he commented sounding as if he was deep in thought. Stumbling forward, I glanced down to see that I had tripped over an uneven seam in the pavement. As my gaze moved back upwards, I noticed that the front of Dylan’s shorts were tented out, “Ready to jerk-off much?” I quietly asked with a smile while pointing towards his general crotch region. “What?” he asked, before looking down. Seeing how obvious it was that his dick was hard in his shorts he half stuttered, “…uhm…yah…gotta do something about that;” while an embarrassed look appeared on his face. “Might be a good idea…” I thought out loud. Then I remembered the specifics of what we’d done when I babysat him; “If we could find someplace private we could jerk each other off,” I suggested. We stood there silently for several seconds before Dylan smiled and said, “I know the perfect place…” “Oh yea…” I replied without thinking. “Yeah! Come-on,” he said as he began walking towards the back of the park. “Where we going?” I asked; a little confused as to what place he thought would be so good. Dylan didn’t say a word; he continued walking towards the trees at the back of the park. Suddenly I knew exact what he’d been thinking: the old storage shed…it had a roof, a floor, and four walls, and despite the locked door was easy to get into thanks to the hole in the rotted-out back wall… In no time both of us had made our way to and then through the stand of trees and the prickly undergrowth around their trunks. Since Dylan was a few steps ahead of me, he was already in the old shed when I slipped through the hole in the back wall. As I stood up I noticed that despite being only a foot in front of me, Dylan was still a few steps ahead of me: not only did he already have his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his shorts, he had already pulled them most of the way down to his knees. I had just finished standing up straight when Dylan’s shorts hit the wood floor and a thought hit me: would we’d jerk each other off, like we had when I babysat him; or would we just jerk ourselves off. Before I could even open my mouth to verbalize that idea, Dylan was breaking the silence by saying, “Too bad we don’t have any tissues…this would be a great place to make ‘tissue babies’.” “Unh-huh,” I heard myself say as I hooked my own thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down. As we both stepped out of our shorts at the same time, Dylan took me by surprise a bit when he said, “Ben told me that him and Joe suck on each other’s dicks.” “Uhm…yea…” was all I could manage in reply. “So…could we do that?” he asked in a tentative tone. “Sure,” I answered without hesitation before glancing down at our dicks. Both of us were fully hard, but there was a noticeable difference between our states of physical arousal: the head of my dick was completely dry, whereas Dylan’s was glistening with moisture and there was a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the little hole at its tip. In light of that I suggested, “You look like you’re about to burst; so I’ll suck you first, then you suck me, okay?” “Yea…that sounds good,” he said: a hint of giddiness in his voice. With that I squatted down in front of him. I opened my mouth and began leaning forward: plunging my open mouth down over his fully erect too-big for a ten-year-old dick. I closed my lips around the base of his shaft and began gently sucking. “Whoa!” Dylan exclaimed, “That’s way better than with a hand…” With his dick still in my mouth, I nodded slightly at acknowledge and agree with his statement. For about thirty seconds we remained almost motionless and completely salient, then Dylan asked, “Could you suck harder Kyle?” I gave him a thumbs-up and started sucking about fifty-percent harder than I had been. “Oh my god…” he practically panted little more than a second before his body tensed up. Suddenly Dylan’s breathing becoming noticeably heavier and his too-big for a ten-year-old dick seemed to expand a little. An instant later his dick began throbbing in my mouth; and then, in that same instant I felt a surge of hot thick liquid shooting into the back of my throat. Fully aware that the hot thick liquid was his cum and that there would be another spurt blasting into my mouth momentarily, I quickly swallowed…I sure as hell didn’t want to choke on his cum. A second later another surge of hot thick liquid was shooting into the back of my throat, and I swallowed again. That process repeated five more times before Dylan’s too-big for a ten-year-old dick began to soften in my mouth. Despite his orgasm having fully ended I continued sucking on his dick for another few second before pulling my head back: letting Dylan’s soft dick fall from my lips. Standing I licked my lips and said, “Your cum tastes good.” “Really!?” Dylan half asked / half gloated. “Yup,” I replied, despite not having really been able to make out much of a flavor beyond a bit of saltiness…maybe I couldn’t really taste it because the tip of his dick had been so far back in my mouth…yeah, that made sense. Dylan took a deep breath, then said, “So I guess I gotta suck you now...” With that he took a second deep breath and squatted down in front of me. I watched as he opened his mouth and moved his face forwards towards my crotch. While I may have seen him moves his mouth to my dick, I still found it difficult to comprehend the warm wet feeling around my dick…and DAMN that was a GOOD feeling. More surprising than how good it felt was that fact that Dylan was sucking quite hard on my dick, certainly a heck of a lot harder than I had sucked him. Then after he had been sucking on my dick for about thirty seconds, a strange idea passed through my mind; and I heard my own voice saying, “I got an idea I wanna try something…” Dylan nodded his head slightly and without really thinking about what I was doing I moved my hands to the side of his head. Then, holding his head steady, I began to rock my hips back: about half the length of my thirteen-year-old dick sliding back through his lips and out of his mouth. Then, still holding his head steady in the same position, I moved my hips forward: my dick sliding past his lips and back into his ten-year-old mouth. It was amazing: it was like I was jerking off, except instead of my hand being around my dick it was his mouth! It felt so good that I moved my hips back again…and then forward… Since it felt so INCREDIBLY GOOD I kept my hands on Dylan’s head and continued moving my hips forwards and backwards: my thirteen-year-old dick sliding in-and-out of his warm wet sucking ten-year-old mouth. Then, somewhere between thirty and forty seconds after I had first put my hands on Dylan’s head I felt my butt cheeks tighten. Knowing that my orgasm was about to begin I moved my hips forward quickly and then held steady: the entire length of my thirteen-year-old dick inside his mouth. An instant my balls pulled up and I could feel the cum surging out the little tube on the underside of my dick. After a short fraction of a second the first spurt of hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden cum shot out of the little hole at the tip of my thirteen-year-old dick: blasting into the back of Dylan’s sucking mouth. Closing my eyes, I let the wave of pleasure surge through my body as spurt after spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden thirteen-year-old cum shot out of the little hole at the tip of my dick and into the back of Dylan’s mouth. Once my orgasm died down after seven big spurts, I opened my eyes. And what I saw was a far different sight than I’d been expecting: my dick was still inside Dylan’s mouth, his lips at its base, but his cheeks were fully puffed-out and his eyes were bugged out. I quickly let go of his head and pulled my hips back: my semi-soft dick falling out of his mouth. He quickly pressed his lips together and turned to the side before spitting the biggest thickest, creamiest, whitest loogie out of his mouth and on the floor of the shed. He took a deep breath as he stood then asked, “What happened to the cum I shot in your mouth?” “I swallowed it,” I replied somewhat confused, “Why?” “Doesn’t that make you gay?” he asked. “NO.” I replied defensively before wondering aloud, “Wait, you spit out the cum I shot in your mouth?” “Yeah…it’s not like we gotta worry about making a mess in here,” he answered before asking, “You sure swallowing another guy’s cum doesn’t make a guy gay?” Looking down at the huge glob of white goo on the floor I commented, “Mess might not matter here, but it’ll still suck if we step in it.” “Oh…didn’t think of that…” Dylan replied. “Ah…don’t worry about it,” I did my best to dispel his concern, then tried to dispel whatever fears or concerns we might have about being gay by adding, “Swallowing another guy’s cum doesn’t make you gay. What makes a guy gay is WANTING to swallow another guy’s cum.” “So tis about desire, right?” he ruminated. “Yup,” I answered. We stood there silently for a couple seconds before Dylan suggested, “Ya know, we could spit the cum into tissues so we wouldn’t have to swallow it…” he took a breath before asking, “would that still make tissue babies?” A smile appeared on my face, “Hey that’s a good idea...” I took a breath before adding “Yeah, I think that would qualify as a way to make a tissue baby.” “Cool…” he replied as we both pulled our shorts back up.