The Babysitter - Part 2

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"Stand up" he said, though it sounded more like an order.

"Why?"

He smirked at me, but it wasn't his face that I was looking at. His body looked like it was made of stone. I'd never seen anything like it in real life. His abs were rock hard and solid, bulging from his smooth, tanned skin like an armour.

"You're a very grumpy young man, Jamie" he told me, and grabbed my wrist.

I considered pulling away, but I was too confused to do anything but allow him to drag me to my feet. This was insane! It didn't make sense at all. I shouldn't have felt anything other than disgust at what was happening. What was happening? Was he trying to make fun of me? Was it a trap?

He towered over me, I could feel the heat from his body, and suddenly I felt something else. I was getting hard.

"You... You kissed me" I half gasped "w... Why?"

"Because you're cute" he whispered, and his large hand cupped the side of my face as his thumb rubbed my cheek. "But you're still a spoiled brat".

Before I could respond, our mouths met again and I simply let it happen. He pushed his tongue back inside and guided my hand to his chiselled torso. My fingertips brushed down the muscle, and as they did, my dick pulsed in my pants.

He was strong. Like, really strong, and for a moment, I was worried. I didn't know who this guy was, and I didn't know what he wanted to do either. Then I felt his hard nipple against my palm, and realised that I didn't care what he wanted to do.

Tristan pushed his hands up my shirt and slid it entirely over my head, and I instinctively covered myself with my arms. He stopped kissing me and looked at me.

The feeling in the room had certainly changed, but I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. Tristan took my arms and gently pulled them away from my body, and I stood there as he studied me.

I was surprised he didn't laugh. I was skinny, much skinnier than he was, with barely any muscle on me at all. He looked like a Greek god in comparison, yet he didn't even crack a smile.

"Pull down your pants" he said, and a rush of dread ran through me.

I wasn't big in any department, and nobody had ever seen me naked before. I shook my head and Tristan smiled.

I watched in awe as the handsome young man carelessly hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants and slid them down his thick legs. The bulge inside his white boxer briefs confirmed that I was smaller than him in every possible way.

"Give me your hand" he said, and I slowly obeyed him, then watched as he guided my hand onto his crotch.

I felt it beneath the fabric, and boy was it big. My heart was beating so hard that I could hear it, but my focus was solely on the thick, soft cock in my hand.

"Take it out" he told me, and couldn't believe that I was actually doing this.

I pushed my hand into the waistband of his underwear, and a moment later my fingers wrapped around his pole and I gawped at him.

"Sorry" I said, and felt ridiculous. Why was I sorry? He wanted me to do this.

Tristan smiled again. He seemed to smile quite a lot. I kept my hand closed around his cock, and felt his boxer briefs slide down his legs. He was naked now, and I had a tent in my pants.

"Come on tough guy" he grinned as his cock began to swell in my hand, "strip".

If I was worried about getting naked before seeing Tristan's dick, I was terrified now. How could I show this guy my cock? His was about twice the size of mine. I wouldn't do it. I couldn't.

"Fine" he said, and took his own cock by the base, "then you're the one on your knees".

I stared at him for a second, my mouth dry and my eyes wide, but I nodded and kneeled down before him. His cock was inches from my face now, and with each breath, his musk filled my lungs. It was intoxicating, and was making my dick leak. What the fuck was happening to me?

Tristan ran his hand through my hair and pulled me forward. His hard rod looked to be at least eight inches, and he rubbed the large helmet across my lips. I felt a trail of fluid coat them, and opened my mouth a moment later.

He slid it across my tongue, letting me taste him as I closed my lips around the head. My cock had never been as stiff before, and I desperately wanted to squeeze it. The idea of Tristan seeing me naked however, stopped me from doing so.

I gagged on it as he pushed it further into my throat, but as strong as the man was, his touch was almost gentle. He didn't force my head down, and instead, allowed me a moment to catch my breath before I took it again. This was quickly becoming the best night of my life.

He lazily thrust into me in long strides. I watched as his hard cock slid all the way out of my mouth and then gagged as he pushed it fully inside and kept my nose pressed against his groin. He held it there, his cock swelling against the muscles in my throat, and then he dragged it out again and I gasped for air.

"Stick out your tongue" he told me, and I did.

Tristan held his long, wet cock in his fist and slapped it on my outstretched tongue. I felt his pre-cum splash against it, and swallowed it down hungrily.

For a moment, all he did was wank into my open mouth, squeezing thick bulbs of fluid into me as I gulped. I couldn't help it anymore, I reached down between my legs and squeezed. Tristan leaned forward.

"Stand up" he whispered, taking my hand as his prick twitched.

I did as I was told and groaned when his strong hands grabbed my waist.

"You're embarrassed?" He asked, and I couldn't even look at him as I nodded.

I hoped that he'd forget about stripping me, but the button on my pants came loose and I closed my eyes as he dragged them down my legs.

I knew my cock was tenting my underwear, but I couldn't look down at it. He was probably stifling laughter, or worse, disgusted.

I waited for a moment, feeling nothing but shame, and then I gasped as his hand slid up the leg of my boxer briefs and grasped my cock.

"Fuck" I breathed, soaking his hand in pre-cum instantly.

Tristan jerked me slowly, making my knees tremble as he did. Nobody had ever touched me like this. Nobody had ever seen me like this.

I became breathless almost immediately. He was going to make me cum if he didn't stop, but I was so fucking horny that I didn't even care.

I continued to moan and groan, and then my underwear slid down to my ankles and I was just as naked as he was. Tristan stood up, and we faced each other.

"It's small" I said, "I know".

He gave a breathy laugh and kissed me again.

"For a tough guy, you're a real pussy, you know that?" He whispered, and all I could do was laugh back.

His thick cock pressed against mine and he grasped the two of them in his hand. He slid his fist over both heads, jerking us in unison before pushing me back onto the chair. I stared up at him with my cock twitching.

"Lift up your legs" he told me, and I did.

The painfully handsome young man got to his knees between my legs, and I watched him with wide eyes. He leaned forward prying my ass cheeks apart with his hands, and when his head disappeared, I whimpered in pleasure.

I felt his tongue slide across my butt hole, and it felt like electricity rushing through me. My cock danced and poured as Tristan began to slurp on my wet ring.

My fingers grasped the arms of the chair and my head fell back as I moaned. This was the best thing I'd ever felt, but when his tongue slid inside me, I verged on cumming.

"I need... I need to cum" I almost cried, but Tristan reached for my erect prick and held it still in his hand.

I don't know how long it lasted, but it felt like an eternity of visceral pleasure. I couldn't even talk. My eyes were rolling back, my mouth was hanging open, and I was sure that I was drooling out of my mouth and my cock. Tristan punched his tongue into my hole over and over again, until finally he turned his attention back to my straining cock, and swallowed it down his throat.

"Holy shit!" I moaned, thrusting instantly, but the young man held me in place, and used only his mouth to pleasure me.

I don't know what felt better, but I was certain that I had died and gone to heaven. Each flick of Tristan's tongue took me closer to climax, until I knew that in less than a few seconds, I was going to nut.

"I'm cumming!" I gasped, but Tristan stopped instantly and left my cock twitching in a pool of it's own mess. I felt like crying.

"Not before me" he grinned, standing up and grasping his pole once more.

I watched the stunning muscle man pump his cock with his hand between my legs. I kept them spread apart, giving him access to whatever part of my body he wanted.

With his free hand, he reached down and pushed his finger against my hole. I sucked air as he slid the tip in.

"Next time" he whispered, sloshing his hand up and down his wet cock, "I'm going to fuck you".

I nodded violently. I could think of nothing better.

The man stood up once more, sucking on his finger as he jerked off, and a moment later he tensed, gasped and aimed his cock at me.

"Mouth" he grunted, and I opened it just in time.

A tsunami of sperm gushed from his large pole and drenched my face first. I'd never seen anything like the amount that burst from him with the initial shot. My mouth filled, and it dripped down my cheeks and chin as I gulped.

The second one splashed across my smooth chest, and I grabbed my own cock as he drowned me.

He aimed his hose at my junk now, pouring thick loads of hot cum down my rod as I jerked it and moaned with his taste on my tongue.

As Tristan doused me in his delicious seed, I began to spurt three or four measly strings of cum down my knuckles. As amazing as it felt, it was pathetic compared to his.

I lay there breathless and shaking with pleasure, and then gasped when Tristan got back to his knees and sucked my sensitive cock into his mouth. He cleaned up both of our messes with his tongue, and I almost passed out from it.

"So" he said eventually, his sweaty body glistening, "do you still think you're too old to have a babysitter?"

I looked up at him and grinned.

"I guess not" I whispered.