Life Changes For Chase 4

By Flint

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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At about 6:00 pm my mother dropped me off at Becky’s house. She waited at the curb until I was let inside, waiving at Becky’s parents. Becky’s parents were dressed to go out to eat then a movie. They went over with me how to reach them in an emergency, how to call 911, etc. My instructions were to let the boys play as they wished until 8, at which time they were to have baths, and then they could stay up until 9, which was bedtime. They would be back by 10, give or take an hour, depending on what show they went to see. I was again admonished that Randy expected me to bathe with him, but I should be careful not to get the clothes mixed up again, so my changing room was the downstairs den.

Tom and Randy were good kids and just watched TV and played video games. The play area was sometimes downstairs, and some upstairs in the Kid’s den. I just watched TV and kept my eyes open for trouble, which never occurred.

It got past 8, and no one mentioned bathing. Maybe I would escape that issue. About 8:30 I decided I did not want trouble, so I went upstairs to check. Both were on a video game, car race. Reluctantly I told them it was past bath time. Tom grumbled, but Randy said, “Great.” I told them to go to their room and get ready. Randy said, “You’ll bathe with me, won’t you.”

I replied, “Yes. I’ll go get ready and meet you back here in a few minutes.

Downstairs I felt like I was again in a trance. I pulled off my polo shirt and folded it and placed it in an easy chair. I sat down on the floor and slowly untied and slipped off both shoes, placing them by the same chair. My socks next came off and found home inside the shoes.

I stood up wearing just shorts and briefs. I looked about, as if expecting to be watched. Seeing all was clear I unfastened my shorts, slid down the zipper, and let them fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them picked them up, and folded them and put them with my shirt.

I waited before lowering my briefs. Something seemed wrong about getting naked in a stranger’s den-even if I was all alone. I heard Randy call out “I’m ready.” I responded, “Give me another minute.”

I hooked my thumbs in my briefs and lowered them, pausing a bit before passing them past my privates. But eventually they were added to my shirt and shorts.

I walked through the house to the stairs naked, as if I didn’t care, but I did care. When I received the top, Randy hugged me then grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bath. I left all the doors open—why not?

We both just stood by each other naked as the tub filled. Randy then got in first followed by me. This time Randy played in the water a good bit before bathing. In fact Tom came in once to check on us.

It was probably after 9 before I got Randy out and dried. I told Tom to bathe. He came in the tub room then left saying, “I want fresh water-not that dirty scum.”

I couldn’t really disagree, so I drained the tub. Rinsed it out and refilled it with water, a little hotter than that for Randy-thinking older Tom would like that.

I called Tom to the room and stood by the tub as he entered the room. He just silently stood there, not moving towards the tub. I wasn’t certain how to react, so I decided to start off by getting in the tub first. Tom watched me and paused by the tub. He slowly entered sitting between my feet. Since he was taller than Randy, his legs didn’t fit between mine, so when he stretched out he put his lower legs on my thighs, with his feet actually near my back.

We both just sat there a while, not moving, just looking at one another. The clear clean water gave an easy view of each other’s boy parts, and I knew he was looking at me a lot. Well, I was checking him out also.

Wanting to get started, and wanting to soap up the water so I was less exposed, I picked up a wash rag, soaped it up and started washing Tom’s left foot and leg. He did not resist and actually seemed pleased. I did not clean above his knee. I switched to his right leg after placing his left foot in the water between my legs, his knee bent.

While I washed his right foot, he moved his left foot between my legs to my crotch, and started massaging my penis with the foot. It seemed a bit absent minded, maybe not real intentional, so I made no comments, but as I moved up his leg, I felt an erection growing. He apparently sensed it also as he kept it going, letting his toes grasp at my

shaft. I developed as hard an erection as I had ever experienced—almost painful. For some reason I did not comment or ask him to stop. I even found myself washing higher up past his knee.

I couldn’t see Tom’s penis in the now soapy water, but my erection was causing mine to peek out of the water. Tom said, “My penis does that also, but yours is a lot bigger.”

“Well, I’m taller and older than you.”

“Yeah, but you seem even more different.”

“Let’s not talk about it”

“Why are you in the tub with me?”

“Uh, I thought I was supposed to be.”

“That was for Randy. I bathe alone if I can. I avoid bathing with Randy.”

I realized suddenly my mistake. I was just to supervise Tom. I was humiliated. I had made Tom get in a tub naked with me. I said, “I’ll get out. I’m so sorry.”

“No. Please stay. I kind of like you washing my feet.”

“I best get out.”

“Stay, Please.”

Somehow I knew I wanted to stay. Perhaps it was no accident I got in first after all. I liked washing Tom’s feet and legs. I liked his foot job he was doing to me. I just stayed in the tub and watched him bathe. I didn’t wash him anymore, just watched him scrub his arms and pits and chest, etc. It was after 9:30 before he was done.

We got out at the same time and dried off. Tom watched me clean the tub and area. We walked out to find Randy upstairs playing video games. We all three then sat for a while on the floor doing the racing game. Soon it was 10pm-an hour after the bedtime. I convinced them to go to bed so I wouldn’t be in trouble.

They put on pajama bottoms and got in bed. It was weird that they were dressed while I stood in the room naked. I stayed until they stopped talking and seemed asleep. I was able to leave their room, planning to go down get dressed and end this ordeal.

Somehow I noticed Becky’s room as I went towards the stairs. I looked in thinking how naughty it might feel to walk through her room naked. Making sure the boys were not watching, I stepped in and turned on her light. The room was a typical pink walled girl’s

room. I walked about staring at everything. I got a little braver and looked in some dresser drawers. In doing so there I spotted her clean panties and bras. Temptation got to me and I picked up a pair of panties and rubbed them against my skin—even my genitals. I even put them on. Feeling goofy for doing so, I soon put them back.

My penis was now semi erect, and I walked about the room more while stroking myself. Her laptop on her desk was open with a blank screen, but I bumped the desk a bit and the screen popped on-apparently the blank was a screen saver. The shock was that there on the screen was my image-actually my screen level hand on penis stroking, I quickly scrunched down-only that caused my face to appear. In panic I closed the laptop.

I reflected a bit then realized I needed to make sure it was not recording. Keeping low, I opened the laptop, to discover closing turned it off. In restarting, it had a password protect. I would not be able to check and delete any accidental file.

I quickly exited the room, turned off her lights and in a panic started downstairs. But then noises from the boy’s room caught my attention. Fearing they had seen me go in Becky's room, I went to check on them. They were out of bed wrestling on the floor. I stopped them and got them in bed. They did not say anything about me being in Becky's room thankfully. But I would have to stay to make them get to sleep, or I'd be in trouble. They would start talking as soon as i started to leave.

Finally I just lay down on the floor between the beds. I laid my head on a stuffed toy. That kept the boys quiet. But what I suspect happened, all 3 of us fell asleep. I am a really hard sleeper. The next thing I knew, Becky's dad was pulling me up, and eventually carrying me to his car. I fell asleep in the car also. My clothes must have been placed in a bag near the seat.

I suspect he took me home and helped my mom put me to bed.

He was I guess pleased with my babysitting, since he gave my mom $40 for me and promised a pleasant surprise for me Sunday afternoon.

(The End)