Are you all still with me? Have I lost anyone on this very long and winding trip? If you haven't read everything up to here, you really should go back and read the first 14. It will grow hair on your chest. Honest! Not that some of you need any more!
Enjoy!
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The next morning at breakfast I had to explain what the hell had happened the day before to my father. Since I was already asleep, Dad had to piece most of it together. There were still some holes.
"So, you came in to get the phone?" he said over his muffin, reviewing what I had already told him.
"Yeah, and I got mud everywhere."
"And you said you were going to clean it up?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't coming up off the rugs in the dining room and the living room." I took a bite of my toast.
"And your friend said that he needed to spank you?"
"Well, he asked what you would do if you knew."
"And you said that I would spank you?" Dad seemed shocked...this is what we had agree to do, after all.
"Well, you would, wouldn't you?" Man! That would suck if that WASN'T a spankable offense?!
He looked at the mud stains in the other room that were still on his favorite carpet. "The odds are good that I would have spanked you." He gulped down the rest of his coffee. "But why did he know not to get the mud in the house?"
"I told him we would get into trouble if we got it anywhere in here."
"I see, you told him that first, and he remembered it later." Dad stood up and went to the sink to clean off his dishes. "What about his clothes?"
"He stripped off most everything he had on the back porch, then we took everything to the washing machine while he showered."
"And while you tried to clean it up."
"Yeah. I got most of it up."
"But it all didn't come up?"
"No. Not all of it."
"What would have happened if you had been able to get it all cleaned before I came home?" Dad asked. "Do you think your little friend would have still spanked you?"
I shrugged. I hadn't thought about that part. "He seemed anxious to do a good job."
"So, he took you upstairs to spank you in the bathtub?"
"Actually," I sighed. "I took him upstairs, so that he could spank me in the bathtub."
"Really?" Dad was stunned. "You actually took him up the stairs?"
"Yeah."
"Just like when you were a little boy?"
"You told me I needed to educate him more," I whined. I felt like he was acting like it was all my fault; that I had any choice in the matter! I suppose I could have told him how I had tried to fight back, but that....well....that would open up another can of worms I wasn't ready to deal with this morning. And not with him!
"Calm down, Matty," he said, sitting next to me. "I was just surprised....pleasantly surprised, mind you, to come home, see the mess, and then see you in your room." He kissed my forehead. "I couldn't help but notice your butt when I came in."
"Pretty bright, huh?" I laughed.
"I think Stevie Wonder could have seen that butt last night," he laughed. "Anyway, I saw that Gavin took care of you really well."
"Yeah, I guess he did."
"So, it makes it easier for me, I guess," he said with a shrug.
"Makes what easier?"
"The decision to let Gavin spank you," he confided. "I was a little worried that a little boy couldn't do the job of a man."
"He's learning," I sighed.
"Thanks to you. I am sure that he is only as good as his teacher."
"Don't you mean, 'teachers?'" I said with a grin. "I rememeber one lesson that you gave him just a few days ago."
Dad laughed. "I was only the substitute teacher. "You are the one with the real responsibility. You need to make sure he does a good job."
"Thanks, I guess." I finished up my eggs. "I'm trying to make sure he does a good job, Daddy."
"I know. I saw last night. That's why I'm relieved. I am very proud of both of you boys."
It seemed like a silly thing to be proud about, but I would take it.
"Thanks, Dad."
About then the phone rang. It was Gavin's Mom, saying that Gavin had caught some sort of summer cold, and she was going to stay home with him that day. I told her I would be happy to watch him, but she said she would feel like a bad mother if she didn't skip work to tend after her little boy.
"Does she know?" I asked Dad.
"Know what? About the agreement?"
"Yeah?"
"I doubt it," he said with a shrug, going off to his car.
So, I was going to have a day without Gavin. It felt weird. We had been together almost non-stop for weeks now. I just bet he really wasn't sick - I was sure it had something to do with what happened at the end of that spanking. It must have really weirded him out. I know it weirded me out, and I at least knew what had happened!
Well, sort of....
As much as I tried no forget about that wonderful climax, I couldn't. I tried to do anything to get my mind away from the memory of Gav sitting naked on my back, his prick rubbing and rubbing itself....his balls, sliding and sliding....his bare little ass gliding and gliding....both of us nude....wet....bare.... aroused....naked....young.... exposed.....
* Baseball....baseball....baseball....*
It didn't help. Thinking of baseball this time wouldn't knock that feeling, that sensation, out of my consciousness. I tired to watch mind numbing television, but all I would see was Gavin's luscious little body. I would play video games, and all I would feel was the explosion of my first, wet orgasm....I needed a distraction!
I needed to think of something else!
I picked up the phone around noon and called Lee. He wasn't home, and it didn't look like he would be in all day.
GREAT! Just _f_u_c_k_ing great! The one day that the jealous hen wasn't around, Lee couldn't come by and play!
The rest of the day was a bust. I was angry and hurt and lonely as hell. Finally, about three I got up the nerve to call Gavin to see if he was feeling better.
"Hey, dude," I said. "You feeling better?" (See! I told you I had called to see if he was feeling better?)
"Uh-huh,' he said, sounding slightly surprised to be hearing from me. "How about you?"
"Fine, I guess," I said, before confessing. "A little weird, though."
"Yeah, me too," he whispered, before adding, "I miss you."
I didn't know what to make of that. It seemed so odd and out of place.
"I miss you too, pal," I said with a laugh. I started to put the dishes away from my solo lunch.
"Didn't you get to see your friend?"
"Who....Lee?"
"Yeah," Gavin mumbled.
"He was busy today," I said. "How would you feel about him coming by tomorrow? You could invite Vincent over too."
"Maybe....I need to go," he said, hanging up before I could say "Goodbye." It was obvious that his feelings were so hurt about me wanting to spend some time with another person. I really wanted to just go across the street and hold him in my arms, but I didn't. I should have....but I didn't.
The rest of the day sucked. Nothing really to report. I went to bed early, hoping that Thursday would be there that much sooner. I wanted Gavin and I to be "right" again. Like we were in Atlantic City.
The next day, when Gavin came by, there were no traces of any cold. He told my father, with an infectuous 10 year old laugh, that it must be a miracle! He was all smiles, and I was hoping that would stay for the rest of the day. Especially since I knew that Lee would eventually be coming by.
"You wanna see if Vince can come by?" I asked, hoping that if one of his friends was there, he wouldn't be so possessive of me.
"No, that's ok," he said, grinning. "It can just be the three of us. We'll have fun, right?"
"You sure about this?" I asked. "I know you don't like Lee."
"I like him, I guess," he said, before adding. "I just don't know him that well."
"You'll like Lee," I assured him. "He'll have some wild stories about camp, I'm sure."
"What kind of wild stories?" Gav asked.
I thought about that for a moment and tried to imagine what Lee could say to top himself this time. I just laughed and said, "Oh, you'll see. He likes to talk about all sorts of stuff."
"Bragging stuff?"
"Ahh, sometimes. Maybe," I said, before adding, in a whisper (even though no one else was around), "Dad thinks he makes a lot of stuff up, just to get attention."
"What do you think?" Gavin asked.
"I don't know," I laughed. Even though Lee and I were about the same age, he had matured faster than me by quite some time. Already shaving, Lee was quick with the stories about _s_e_x_ and masterbation and all sorts of crazy adventures that I wanted to believe were true. "I hope they are," I added, as I was thinking about my own little bit of garden that was coming in around the top of my shaft - OH! I was so releaved to finally have some hair down below, you just don't know! I use to hate it when Lee called me "Baldy!!"
Ooooh! I winced at just remembering that. I had all but forgotten calling Gavin that the other day. I felt really bad, suddenly, for trying to hurt his feelings like that. Gavin is such a sweet, and loving child.
"Well," Gavin said. "It should be fun to hear them, truth or not!"
"Yeah, he's a good guy," I said. "You just be sure to be on your best behavior, little mister!" I snarled in a funny voice, like my aunt.
"Yes sir!" Gavin said with a smile, and a salute. "I won't be a jerk anymore about your friend."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So, you admit you were being a jerk then," I said with a laugh, hopping on top of him and tickling him ferociously.
"AHHHH! I ADMIT NOTHING! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME TALK!!!"
"We'll see about that!" I said, finding all the right tickle points on him. I had never realized how ticklish he was. Just the slightest pressure under his arms or on his leg, and he was squealing like Mariah Carey.
"Ahhh, I could come back if this is not a good time," we both heard a voice say. I turned my head around and saw Lee standing in the living room – the little _s_h_i_t_. I forgot how he never knocked when he came over!
"Lee!" I said, trying to get untangled from my mounted position atop Gavin. "You remember, Gavin, right."
"Well, obviously not as well as you do," he said with a wink.
Gavin turned himself around and smiled at Lee, then leaned in to whisper only so that I could hear, "We'll see about that!"
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To find out all about Lee's adventure at camp, please check out a wonderful story by the spanking-n-shaving master, "Y. Lee Coyote" archived with his stories here at MMSA Stories: "Camp Tails." You won't regret it!
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"I, Babysitter" will be continued...oh yes...it will be continued...