The summer after I turned thirteen some neighbors hired me to babysit their kids. Some people might find it strange that parents would hire a boy to be a babysitter, but I was what most people would call the "responsible type"; so I guess it wasn't all that strange. Of course there weren't really all that many girls my age in the neighborhood either, so that might have had something to do with it...

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It was the first weekend after school let out when the Watkins had me look after their two boys for the evening. Ben had recently turned seven and Joe was soon to turn ten. I'd known them since they were in preschool, and they were well mannered kids; so I figured a few hours with them would be easy money.

The part of the deal I feared most was making sure they took their baths; but it ended up being about as uneventful as anything can be. All I really had to do was tell them to "take a bath" at about 8:00 and both of them went upstairs, shortly thereafter I heard the water running.

A few minutes later I turned on the TV. After flipping through the channels for a moment I stumbled across some cheesy horror flick called "Monster Madness."

Then, at about 8:20 both boys came back downstairs. Both of them were bare foot: not all that strange considering they had just bathed. I might have been puzzled by the sight of the bare hairless skin of their mid-thighs disappearing under the hems of the long t-shirts they were wearing had it not been for the fact that numerous times during the previous summer I had seen both boys dressed similarly while playing outside.

I distinctly remember the first time I saw Joe dressed like that: it was two years prior. At the time I had briefly wondered if he was wearing anything under the long t-shirt. Catching a glimpse of the bottom of a pair of shorts under the t-shirt when he bent down to re-tie the laces of his sneakers tossed that very thought out the window, so to speak. Needless to say I simply assumed that both boys were at least wearing underpants if not shorts when they returned from bathing.

"Is that `Monster Madness'?" Joe asked when he looked at the TV screen.

"Yup," I replied.

A fraction of a second after I finished speaking, Joe had plopped down on the sofa and looked to be completely and totally engrossed by the action on the TV.

Noticing that Ben looked a little nervous / scared I asked, "Don't you like lousy actors in cheap rubber monster costumes?"

He paused for perhaps half a second before replying; "They're okay, I guess..." he trailed off, before sheepishly asking, "Can I sit on your lap?"

Considering his question and the tone of his voice, I figured he must have been a little scared of the movie but didn't want to admit it. So I said, "Yeah, sure," and patted my lap. Ben promptly hopped up onto my lap.

He sat still for little more than thirty seconds before he began tugging the back and sides of his long t-shirt up. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"The shirt feels tight against my neck," he half complained / half explained.

"Same thing happens to me when I'm wearing a long coat in the winter," I commiserated, before offering, "Lift your butt up and I'll pull the bottom of your shirt out from under you."

"Thanks," Ben practically cooed as he began shifting his body. Once he had taken the weight off his butt, I pulled the back of the long t-shirt up until I was all but certain that when he sat back down he would no longer be sitting on the t-shirt. A moment later he had settled back down on my lap.

The three of us watched the movie for a full five minutes before Ben began wiggling his butt around on my lap. Initially I didn't say anything: simply assuming that he was trying to get more comfortable.

Unfortunately it didn't take long for Ben's movements on my lap to produce enough friction against on the somewhat thin nylon running shorts I was wearing to cause my thirteen year old dick to begin to inflate. Looking back on it, I have to wonder if my dick might have stayed in its normal flaccid state if I had been wearing underpants at the time...but that morning I didn't have any clean undies to put on, so I just `did without' as I had done umpteen times before when that situation arose (no pun intended).

After a while I asked, "What are you doing?" hoping to get him to sit still.

"Your shorts fell real slippery..." he kinda trailed off.

"Well, yeah: they're nylon," I explained before suggesting, "feel them."

In an instant his hand was on the bottom of my shorts on the outside of my right thigh. He began rubbing the fabric back and forth between his thumb and fingers. "It feels neat," he said before adding, "But lots better on my butt."

Just as he finished speaking, my dick somehow swung into an upward position. The way Ben was moving around on my lap had my dick hard as a rock in short order. After a few seconds it felt like my dick was nestled in a strangely warm and tight place.

Out of the blue, Ben's words `lots better on my butt' it me: "How could you be feeling my shorts on your butt?" I asked; a bit puzzled by his statement.

"Cause my butt is against your shorts," he said, in a voice that made it clear he thought I must have been some sort of moron.

"Ah..." I said, still confused.

"See," Ben said as he lifted up the side of his over-sized t-shirt to well above his waist; revealing bare hairless skin and nothing else.

That meant the only thing between the butt of an actual living breathing person (even if that person was a seven year old little-boy) and my dick was the thin nylon fabric my shorts were made from...HOLY SHIT! With that realization I felt my dick twitch. A fraction of a second later there was the familiar sensation of a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the little hole at the tip of m thirteen-year- old dick.

The way Ben was wiggling around on my lap was effectively spreading the supper-slippery pre-cum all over the inside of the front my shorts. After less than a minute, the entire underside of my dick was glazed with a thin coating of pre-cum: and damn did that feel good.

Realizing that at this rate I'd be filling the front of my nylon shorts with a load of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white thirteen-year-old cum in a matter of minutes; I grabbed Ben's seven-year-old hips and held him still on my lap.

"Why'd you do that? It feels good on my butt," he half whined.

I was about to tell him that `I was going to make a mess in my shorts if he kept moving', but instead found myself saying, "I can make you feel even better, without you having to move around," as both of my hands slid under his shirt.

The tips of my fingers quickly located his semi-soft three-inch long seven-year-old dick. I wrapped my fingers around its small shaft and began moving my hand up-and-down its length. In no time his dick was as hard as mine was. With Ben no longer moving his butt around on my lap, the urge to shoot a load of cum in my shorts dissipated somewhat.

"You're right: that does feel even better," Ben said quietly.

Stroking Ben's little dick had gotten him to sit still; which was good `casue I didn't want to blast off in my shorts. I was all but certain that, as a seven year old, he couldn't actually shoot a load of cum; which meant I didn't have to worry about him making a mess. So, I simply continued stroking his little seven-year-old dick.

After several minutes the realization that my fingers were on the privates of another person, and the knowledge that there was only a single thin layer of fabric separating my dick from the bare butt of an actual living, breathing person was making me horny as hell. At that moment I didn't care if the fact that the person I was touching was a boy might have made me gay. The thought went through my head, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the fact that both of us were... alive.

Mere seconds after the thought of homosexuality passed through my mind I realized that I had begun humping Ben's seven-year-old butt. I mean, yeah, he was a boy; but it felt REALLY GOOD: better than anything I'd ever felt before. So I started humping his butt harder and faster, and it just felt better and better.

When Joe asked, "What are you guys doing?" I nearly jumped out of my skin: I had all but forgotten he was in the room.

Before I could say a word, Ben said, "Kyle is making me feel good."

Joe hopped off the sofa, and darted across the room in a flash, as he said, "How, let me see." A fraction of a second later he was lifting up the front of his younger brother's shirt. "Wow: your dick is all stiff and stuff!" Joe declared before asking, "Is yours stiff too Kyle?"

"Yup," I heard myself say.

"I wanna see," Ben said in the most innocent sounding voice I've ever heard, as he forced his way off my lap. My hands quickly fell away from his dick when he turned around. An instant later he began shoving the elastic waistband of my shorts down.

"Wow: Your dick is HUGE!" Joe declared once my fully erect thirteen-year-old dick came into view. "And its drooling," Ben added, as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick.

"Why are your dicks stiff?" Joe asked.

"Uhm, yeah," I began. "You see, when a boy gets excited his dick gets stiff..." I trailed off.

"My dick doesn't get that way when Mommy says we can have ice cream," Ben commented.

"Not that kind of excited," I tried to explain. "You see..." I took a breath, gathered my thoughts ad went whole hog with the explanation, "Boys have a dick and balls between their legs, and girls have a hole called a pussy. If a boy puts his dick in a girl's pussy and sides it around, a creamy white liquid call cum shoots out. At very special times the cum can make a girl pregnant...and she'll have a baby." I took a breath.

Before I could continue my explanation, Ben said, "But we're both boys. So why would we be excited like that?"

"Yeah," I explained further, "It's the friction of the inside of a girl's pussy on a boy's dick that makes him shoot the cum. So when you were moving around on my lap the friction of your butt made my dick think it might go in a girl's pussy... Likewise, my hand tricked your dick into thinking it was in a girl's pussy."

"Oh," Ben said, seemingly understanding what I had said, before asking, "If I rub my own dick will it think it's in a girl's pussy and get stiff too?"

"That it will," I said, before adding, "Doing that is called jerking off."

"So, the cum stuff makes a mess when it shoots out, like peeing?" Joe asked.

"Oh yeah," I said with a chuckle, "A big mess. But you guys are too young to actually shot cum, so you don't have to worry about making a mess yet.

"If we clean up the mess, can you show us how your dick shoots cum?" Joe asked.

"Ah...yeah, alright: sure," I said. I quickly stood, pulled the t-shirt over my head and pulled my shorts the rest of the way to the down before stepping out of them.

Before I could move my hand to my dick, Ben had grabbed it and began stroking. He was doing just like I had done to him: moving his hands up-and-down the length of its shaft.

About forty seconds after Ben took hold of my thirteen-year-old dick with his seven-year-old hands I felt my butt cheeks tighten, signaling the beginning of my orgasm. "Watch not," I groaned as my balls pulled up. An instant later 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. It fountained up nearly a foot into the air, before falling back down; coming to land on my right thigh. At the exact same instant that I felt the warm wetness of my cum on my leg, both boys' jaws fell open in disbelief.

A second later the second spurt followed the same trajectory as the first... Tilting my head back, I took a deep breath just before the third spurt blasted up into the air. Closing my eyes almost completely I let the wave of pleasure surge through my body as a fourth 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. It was followed by a fifth, and finally, a sixth somewhat smaller spurt. While it may not have been the most spurts of cum I had shot in a single orgasm, I'd never had an orgasm that felt so GOOD before.

My eyes remained closed for a good twenty seconds as I caught my breath. Then, with my breathing almost back to normal, I opened my eyes. I was stunned by what I saw: Ben's small seven-year-old hand was still holding my mostly hard thirteen-year-old dick, my right thigh was so coated in cum that it looked a bit like a glazed donut, and both brothers seemed to be frozen in place.

"So, you said you'd clean up the mess," I said; snapping both Joe and Ben out of their trance-like state at the same time.

"Sure," Joe said. He turned away, then before taking a single step, quickly turned back. "What should we use to clean it up?" he asked.

"Tissues work," I suggested.

"Not tissues," Ben said as he looked at his older brother.

"If we use tissues, Mom'll think somebody is getting sick," Joe explained.

"Oh, okay..." I said. I thought for a couple seconds before suggesting, "How about toilet paper: flush it afterwards..."

Joe quickly nodded his head, before running off in the direction of the bathroom. He returned moments later with a small trash can and an entire roll of toilet paper. Ben let go of my dick, which deflated down to half-hard; and the two boys sopped up the cum that was on my thigh before drying it with the toilet paper. Joe then, headed back to the bathroom with what was left of the roll of toilet paper and the trash can (containing the pieces of toilet paper that they had used to sop up my cum / clean my thigh).

"Is there a way to shoot that stuff and not make a mess?" Ben asked.

"Well...if a guy shoots his cum into a girl's pussy..." I began, "...if it ran out of her pussy how could she get pregnant." Yeah: that made sense.

"But what about like now: when there aren't any girls around?" Ben asked.

"Uhm," I said just before hearing the toilet flush. I thought for a moment about Ben's question. Before I could open my mouth to speak Joe retuned. "Well, if the guy's dick was in somebody's mouth when he shoots..." I trailed off.

"The person could swallow it: and it wouldn't make a mess!" Joe completed my thought. Before I knew what was going on, he was standing in front of me bent over and was engulfing the head of my half-hard thirteen-year-old dick with his mouth.

"That's not gonna work," I said.

"But you just said..." Ben began to argue.

"Ah, no: not what I meant," I tried to explain, "I'm not gonna be able to shoot more cum for another hour...at least"

Joe's head popped up, "You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah: pretty sure," I explained, "Cum is made in a guy's balls, they need time to make more." "Oh," Ben and Joe said at the same time with a somewhat disappointed look on their faces.

"You're nearly ten, right Joe?" I asked.

"Yea, my birthday is next month; why?" he asked.

Smiling, I said, "You might be able to shoot cum..."

"Really?" he beamed.

"Maybe," I said, before adding, "Only one way to find out." I promptly dropped to my knees, lifted the bottom of his oversized t-shirt up, and opened my mouth. Leaning forward, I plunged my open mouth down over his fully erect nine-year-old dick. I closed my lips around the base of his shaft and began gently sucking.

"Oh man!" Joe began to babble, "Kyle; WOW! It's GREAT!..."

"What's Kyle doing?" Ben asked inquisitively.

"He's...sucking...on...my...dick," Joe half panted.

"It's good?" Ben asked, with even more curiosity in his voice.

"Oh...yeah! Best...thing...I...ever...felt!" Joe half panted, half groaned.

"You'll suck my dick after?" Ben asked; a hopeful tinge in his voice. Not wanting to interrupt the blowjob I was giving Joe, I gave Ben a thumbs-up. "Oh, great," he said, sounding a bit giddy.

A minute later I noticed that Joe's body seemed to be tensing up, and could hear his breathing becoming heavier. His nine-year-old dick began throbbing in my mouth, then seemed to expand a little bit. Suddenly I noticed a slightly salty taste on my tongue in the general area where the tip of Joe's dick was...it felt kinda slippery; then Joe screamed out, "WOW!" In that moment I knew that Joe was too young to actually shoot cum. He`d just had a (nearly) dry orgasm. Nonetheless, I continued sucking on his dick for another twenty seconds before pulling my head back: letting Joe's softening nine-year-old dick fall from my lips.

"Did I do it? Did I shoot cum?" Joe asked energetically.

"No," I honestly replied, "A little drop of clear slippery liquid oozed out the little hole at the tip of your dick."

"Oh, he said sounding disappointed.

"I was doing that for about two years before I first shot cum," I offered.

"Really?" Joe asked.

"Yup," I replied.

"Do me now, do me now," Ben began begging.

Turning around on my knees, I lifted the bottom of Ben's oversized t-shirt up, and opened my mouth. Leaning forward, I plunged my open mouth down over his fully erect seven-year-old dick. I closed my lips around the base of his shaft and began gently sucking.

I don't think I had been sucking on Ben's dick for more than thirty seconds when his body tensed up, and his breathing became heavier. Mere seconds later his seven-year-old dick began throbbing in my mouth, then seemed to expand a little bit. I did my best to taste, and tasted nothing: he was having a (truly) dry orgasm. "WHOA!" he shrieked. I continued sucking for about a minute before pulling my head back: letting Ben's softening seven-year-old dick fall from my lips.

"Did I just do the clear liquid?" Ben asked as I stood.

While pulling my nylon shorts back on I said, "You're still a little too young for that..."

"Oh..." he sounded really down.

Sitting back down on the chair I had been sitting on before, I offered, "Don't be sad."

Ben was pouting a bit. "It felt good didn't it?" Joe asked his little brother,

"Yeah...but nothing came out," he complained.

Then it hit me. "You're lucky: you can do that as many times as you want and not make a mess. Besides, before a guy can shoot cum he doesn't have to wait an hour to do it again," I explained.

"Really!?" Joe exclaimed.

"Yeah," I said matter of factly, "I used to be able to have one after another." I took a breath before suggesting, "Why don't; you guys try sucking each other?"

In a matter of seconds both boys had pulled their over-sized t-shirts off. Completely naked, they layed on the living room carpet. Ben's head was towards me and Joe's was toward the TV. They were on their sides facing each other, with their faces at each other's crotches. In a matter of three seconds both boys were sucking each other's dicks.

They sucked each other`s dicks for a full hour. When I sent them to bed, they'd had somewhere between ten and twelve orgasms each.

Little more than ten minutes later Mr. and Mrs Watkins returned home. They give me ten dollars and thanked me for watching their boys.