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JAMES COMES OF AGE
CHAPTER 7 - The Favour
It was on Sunday afternoon, not long after Christmas, that the phone rang in James' house. His mum answered it and James could hear her end of the conversation from where he was sitting in the lounge.
"Hello...Hi Catherine....I'm sure he will, give me a moment to ask him. How much did you say again?"
Steps sounded, coming towards James and his mum entered the room.
"James dear, Catherine from church has asked if you would be able to go and look after Jim and Callum on Friday evening?"
"I guess," James replied, "I'd have thought Jim would be able to look after his brother for the evening though."
"Normally yes, but Catherine said they may stay away overnight and, if so, she'd prefer someone to be in the house to keep an eye on things. Oh, and you'll get £30 for the evening, doubled if you have to stay over."
"OK, count me in."
His mother smiled and walked back to let her friend know that James would be willing to help. Even given the explaination from his mum, James was surprised that he would be needed. Jim was 14 and should have been more than capable of looking after his 9 year old brother for an evening or even overnight. Sitting for kids wasn't soemthing James was particularly interested in doing, or even really wanted to do, but he certainly wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to earn £60. He knew Jim and Callum vaguely - from what he knew both were good kids so the evening shouldn't be much trouble. He could get a start on some of the reading he needed to do for his school work rather than digging into his weekend time.
When he got home on the Friday evening, James packed a bag with the things he would need for the evening and if he needed to stay overnight. He grabbed a couple of school books, a pad of paper and a pen to make notes, some sleep-wear, clean underwear and socks if he needed to stay over and toothbrush and toothpaste. He reckoned he could get away without a shower for one evening - he could always wash when he got home. It was arranged that James would get a lift over with one of his parents with Catherine or her husband dropping him back once they had returned home.
It was about 6.15 when James got out of his dad's car and walked up the short driveway to Catherine's house. He rand the bell and the door was quickly opened by Steve, Caroline's husband.
"Thanks for doing this James, I know you don't normally do this, but all our normal people weren't able to help."
"That's no problem Mr Giles."
"Catherine's just finishing getting ready, so I had better run through what we'd like you to do. There's pizza, garlic bread and salad in the fridge for dinner for you and the boys, but could you please make sure one of them loads the dishwasher. As they don't have to be up tomorrow, Callum can stay up until 9.30 whilst Jim can stay up till 10.30. If you need us, I'll leave my mobile number by the phone. If we decide to stay, I'll try to call by 10, so Jim can set up the camp bed for you."
"Thank you, Mr Giles."
"Oh, if you do have to sleep over, ask Jim to borrow his sleeping bag for the camp bed. You'll probably have to put it up in his room I'm afraid, but it's either that or the couch."
"Oh, that'll be fine Mr Giles. Just so long as he doesn't snore."
Steve laughed at this and lead James into the front room, which was part dining room and part sitting room. Jim was sitting on a couch, his white shirt untucked from his dark grey school trousers.
"Jim, James is here to look after you and Callum for the evening. Make sure your brother behaves will you."
"Yes, dad," Jim answered, "Shall I get Cal down before you go."
"That would be a good idea. Could you also knock on your our door and let your mum know we are ready."
"Will do, dad."
Jim set off upstairs and James set his bag down next to the 3-seat red couch in the lounge area of the front room, near which there was a matching armchair. For some reason, James didn't feel comfortable sittng down whilst Mr Giles was standing there in his best going out clothes. A couple of minutes later, Callum appeared at the door of the room, soon followed by Jim and Mrs Giles.
"Now, make sure you behave for James this evening boys," Mrs Giles said.
"Yes, mum," both boys responded.
"Any problems, I'll make sure James lets me know. Have a good evening boys. Love you both."
"See you later mum," Jim said.
"Have a good evening both of you," James broke in, as Mr and Mrs Giles headed out the door, "I'm sure we'll be just fine."
Once the door was closed, James turned to the boys he was going to be looking after for the evening.
"Ok both of you," he began, "it's about 6.30 now. When would you like to eat?"
"I'm hungry now," said Callum quickly, "Can we eat now?"
Smiling, James replied "It'll be about half an hour from when I turn the oven on - is that OK with you Jim?"
"Sure," the older boy responded, "let me show you how to work the oven."
James followed Jim into the kitchen. Despite the fact that Jim was over a year younger than James, he was about an inch taller than James was, though the difference didn't really show as James was wearing shoes. Noticing this, Jim asked James to take his shoes off as his mum was rather particular about shoes being warn round the house. Agreeing, James kicked his shoes off by the bottom of the stairs, just opposite the door to the front room, then headed into theb kitchen where Jim showed him where the plates, glasses, cutlery and diswasher were. Jim had already set the oven up for the food and James opened the fridge to check the cooking times. Both boys returned to the front room, where Callum was sprawled on the couch watching The Simpsons. Not long later, the food was ready and all the boys had something to eat.
"So what do you normally do in the evenings?" James asked his charges.
"Play around usually," replied Callum.
"Watch TV or do homework if we've got school the next day," said Jim.
"As it's a Friday, you can pretty much do as you like, just make sure you clear up any mess you make before bed."
"Can you play a game with us?" Callum asked excitedly.
"If you want," James said, "go and get whatever you want to play."
"Cool." At this, Callum ran off and started rummaging in a cupboard, to return a few moments later holding a Ludo box. The boys set the board up and James was about to shake the dice to decide who would go first when Callum piped up.
"No, youngest always starts."
"Surely we shake the dice to see who starts," James replied.
"No," Callum retorted, "in this house, the youngest player always starts"
James shrugged and let Callum start. If it would keep the kid quiet that would be fine by him. As they played on, it turned out that James had miscaluclated. Given an inch at the start of the game, Callum tried to take a mile with some outrageous attempts to cheat, despite which he still lost, after which he went off in a tantrum.
"Stop running round the house!" shouted James at Callum, "it was just a game."
The boy would not be quieted, and would not start behaving even when James tried to send him up to his room to cool off. In the end it was Jim who was able to calm his brother down, by which point it was nearly 9 o'clock. Once Jim had managed to get Callum to stay in his room, he showed Jim upstairs so he could see that Callum was OK in his room and know where Callum was, just in case. James saw that Callum was settled in his room reading, so James let him know that he would be back in half an hour to make sure Callum had his light out and was in bed. As James headed back downstairs, the phone rang and was answered by Jim.
"Hi mum....I'll just get him," were the words James heard him saying before Jim turned to the older boy and said, "It's mum for you."
James took the receiver, "Hello Mrs Giles."
"Oh hello James. I hope the boys are behaving."
"It's been fine, nothing I haven't been able to handle."
"That's good. Just to let you know that we're having a great evening so have decided to stay over at the hotel, so you'll need to stay overnight with the boys as agreed. Get Jim to put up the camp bed for you and get his sleeping bag out so you've something to sleep in. We'll see you around 10.30 tomorrow."
"That's fine Mrs Giles. Enjoy the rest of your night."
Putting the phone down, he turned to Jim.
"Looks like your stuck with me overnight. Your mum said you'd get the camp bed and your sleeping bag out."
Jim nodded and went into the understairs cupboard to return with a folded camp bed.
"My sleeping bag is in my room, so I'll get that when I go to bed. Which room do you want to sleep in?"
"I'll sort that out later," James decided, "thanks for your help with your brother earlier."
"No bother," said Jim, "I know what a little monster he can be sometimes. I think that may be why the people mum would normally get to look after us were 'busy' this evening - they didn't want to deal with an overnight of this."
"It's not bad now he has settled. I can get on with a bit of reading for school - you do whatever you want."
"Would it disturb you if I watched a video?"
"No, go ahead."
James grabbed the bag with his overnight stuff and extracted a book he had to read for one of his classes and settled in an armchair whilst Jim set up his video and sprawled at one end of the couch. When it got to about twenty-five past nine, James put the book down and went upstairs to check on Callum. When he put his head through the door, he could see that Callum was fast asleep, so James turned the light off, pulled the door almost closed and headed back down. He paused for a moment outside Callum's room to make sure the boy was asleep and wasn't waiting to turn the light on again. It clearly wouldn't be right to set the camp bed up in there. James didn't feel right putting the camp bed in Mr and Mrs Giles' room either, so it was going to have to be either Jim's room or the lounge.
He headed back downstairs to the lounge, grabbed his book from the arm of the chair where he had left it and sat at the opposite end of the sofa from where Jim was sprawled. The boy was in about the same position he was when James had walked into the lounge for the first time earlier this evening - his shirt open at the neck and untucked from his trousers, one leg propped on a footstool in front of him, the other foot tucked under the knee of the outstreched leg. James hadn't noticed before how attractive the younger boy was - even the longer hair the boy wore looked good.
James settled down at the other end of the couch from Jim and tried to settle back into reading his book. The video playing out and Jim's laughter at the jokes kept distracting James - a situation that became worse when he glanced over in reaction to one laugh to see the obvious bulge in Jim's trousers that said he was erect. Putting his book down, James decided to try to watch the TV when he had an idea. As he was going to have to stay to look after Jim and Callum, it wouldn't really matter when he went to sleep. He gave an exaggerated yawn and closed his eyes, moving around as if to get comfortable on the sofa. James started to breath slowly and regularly, as if asleep, and gradually started to slide his hand along the couch until first his fingers then his whole hand were touching Jim's closest leg.
Suddenlt, Jame jerked his eyes open as he felt his hand lifted by Jim and dropped directly on the other boy's crotch.
"You should have just asked for it," the younger boy said with a smile.
"You mean...."
"Yep, I don't mind at all. Looks like tonight could be more fun than I thought."
Jim moved James hand to rub up and down his stiff cock. James didn't let his hand close round the fabric covered shaft, but left the palm open and the younger boy continued to manipulate it.
"What are we going to do about this?" Jim smirked at James. "To me it looks like I'm in control here. You do what I want or I tell mum you were feeling me up."
"What do you want?" replied James.
"Oh, I think we'll start with you giving me a bit of a wank - not to make me cum mind - until this episode finishes, then we'll head to my room. I know what the sleeping arrangements will be now."
James closed his hand round Jim's still clothed cock.
"Not like that," tutted Jim, "at least touch my cock properly".
James felt for the fly and unzipped it. He reached his hand into the dark grey trousers and felt Jim's cock already out of the loose, open fly boxers that the younger boy was wearing. He began to slowly rub Jim's cock, feeling the leak of pre-cum from the slit as his thumb ran over the sensitve head. He contiunted with this until the credits started to roll and Jim grabbed the remote and turned the video and TV off.
"Right, upstairs," ordered Jim, "my room is across from the top of the stairs. Go in there."
James withdrew his hand from Jim's trousers and went, as instructed to Jim's bedroom. He heard the younger boy coming up the stairs beind him, turning out the lights as he did so. There was a thud from behind him as Jim put something down. Looking round, James could see a typical teenager's bedroom. The bed, opposite the door, with a desk on the left hand side of the room under the window with a wardrobe opposite.
"Get your clothes off." Jim's voice sounded from behind James and, again, James obeyed. He heard more noises behind him and turned to see Jim standing naked, his 6.5 inch cock proud before him. James went to touch Jim's cock.
"I don't think so," said Jim, sternly, "Remember, you do what I tell you. Kneel on the bed, facing the pillow." James complied with these instructions and felt Jim clamber up behind him.
"You see," Jim continued, "I've had this fantasy about shagging a babysitter. Unfortunately, mum always seems to book girls and they don't do it for me. When she said you were willing to do this evening I was so happy. Whenever I see you I get a hard-on and now here you are, waiting for me."
Whilst Jim was saying this, James felt the younger boy's hands rubbing over his body, paying particular attention to his arse and balls. Occasionally, as Jim got closer, he could feel the head of the boy's cock rubbing over his body.
"I never thought I'd get anywhere, but then I realised you were trying to feel me up on the couch and I knew that I could have you so I made the move."
There was a click from behind James, followed by a wet, squelching sound and another click. The next thing James knew was the pain of Jim's cock penetrating his unprepared arse. The boy was clearly in this just for his own pleasure as he straight away went as deep as he could in James' arse. James felt the tickle of Jim's pubes and the ridges of his slim hips against his cheeks.
"God, that feels good," breathed Jim, "so much better than my hand and thinking about the boys at school in the showers." Jim pulled back and thrust again into James' hole. Surprised as he had been by Jim's entry, James started to relax and enjoy the feeling of the younger boy fucking him. He'd managed to get one of Jim's pillows under his midriff, which helped to support his arse. Jim continued to thrust as James concentrated on the sensation and the sound of Jim's skin slapping against his each time the boy bottomed out. James was quite impressed with Jim's cock - it was about the same size as his own and despite the abrupt start, the younger boy seemed to know how to use it.
Face down as he was, James kept wishing for more as Jim kept working at his arse. He wanted the view of the younger boy on top of him, he long hair falling either side of his face and his chest heaving with the exertions of fucking, but all he had was the feeling of the not's cock in his arse. James didn't think Jim would last long with the excitement and very soon, he heard the younger boy grunting and felt the familiar sensation as his arse was filled with spunk.
"Fuck, that was good," Jim said as he pulled out, "I needed that - hadn't wanked since mum said you'd be sitting for us so that's nearly a week's worth in your arse. Can't have you sleep in my bed, it's too small, so I brought the camp bed up." He got off the bed and opened the wardrobe. Grabbing something from inside he dropped what he had extracted to the floor. "There'smy sleeping bag for you to use."
James got himself off the bed, unfolded the camp bed and unrolled the sleeping bag.
"You'd better get in, you'll get cold otherwise."
Once hie was in the bag, there was one more sentence from Jim as he turned the lights out. "Oh, by the way, it may be a bit crusty in there from all the time's I've wanked off in it. Sleep well."
It seemed like the next second that James woke up. He looked at the clock on Jim's desk - quarter to seven. He may as well get back to sleep he thought, but as conciousness was returning, he thought he could make out a rhythmic sound from Jim's bed. There was also a muttering sound. Paying closer attention he could hear Jim talking to himself under his breath.
"Oh yead, take my cock....mmm, that's it, let me fuck you..."
Jim was clearly reliving the memory of last night with his hand. As quietly as he could, James extracted a hand from the sleeping bag, reached towards Jim's bed and pulled the covers off, revealing the boy, his hand wrapped round his cock, wanking himself.
"Last night not enough for you," asked James
"I was just enjoying reliving the sensations," Jim replied.
"Yeah, well, as good as it may have been for you, it wasn't as good for me."
"How come - I mean I know I was just trying to get off."
"I'll do you a deal - I show you how it can be better, but I demonstrate on you."
"But I don't think I'll like being fucked."
"Try everything once - you at least will know if you don't like it."
"OK, I guess."
"Do you have any lubricant"
"No, I put some moisturiser on my cock last night though as that feels better when I am wanking."
"Right, before we go further, see if there is some Vaseline in the bathroom".
Jim got up and wandered round the camp bed on the floor, he didn't seem bothered about finding anything to cover his nudity. A couple of minutes later he returned with a small pot.
"Lay back on the bed," James told him.
Jim's head hit the pillows, his dark brown, almost black hair pushed to eitehr side of his head. Apart from his head, armpits and crotch, his body was completely smooth. His cock was pulsing with his heartbeat. Opening the pot of Vaseline and placing it so it would be easilly accessible, James knelt at the food of the bed and raised Jim's feet to they were on his shoulders. Digging his fingers into the Vaseline, he stareted to massage Jim's sphincter to loosen it up.
"This may feel cold, but you need this to help the person you are fucking feel good."
James had now worked his index finger into Jim's hole and was busy working to get a second finger in. Three fingers was about what he wanted before he started to fuck the boy. With his other hand, he was gently wanking Jim to keep him hard. Slight moans were escaping Jim's lips.
"Feeling good?" James asked as his middle finger entered Jim. His head nodded and the moans got louder.
"You see, what I want to do is make you cum when I fuck you, and neither you nor I will touch your cock once mine is in you."
More massaging and James' ring finger entered Jim. With three finders in James was able to get deeper and one of his fingers hit Jim's prostate and they younger boy moaned with pleasure.
"You're about ready now. Just let me lube my cock."
The hand that had been working on Jim's rosebud dipped back into the Vaseline jar and got a generous amount to slick James' shaft. He adjusted his position to line up with Jim's arsehole.
"Ready?"
Jim nodded. James slipped forward and entered the waiting boy who gasped as the cock entered him. It was longer than the fingers that had gone before and Jim wasn't expecting the girth, despite the earlier looseing by James' fingers. James took things slowly, not immediately thrusting deep as Jim had done to him the previous night. He allowed Jim to get accustomed to the feel of the cock in his arse, then gradually worked further in untl, eventually, the base of his shaft touched Jim's arse.
"All in now, how does it feel?"
"Wonderful," breathed Jim.
Slowly, James started to pull out and push back in. Jim'e eyes were alive as the sensation of being fucked for the first time ran through his body. Despite not wanting this, he now didn;t want it to end.
"Faster...please," the young boy begged.
Responding, James began to pick up the pace, using what he could to get leverage to thrust as deep as he could into Jim. Each thrust was hitting Jim's prostate now, the boy's gasps getting more and more urgent as the ploughing he was receiving pushed him inexorably towards his climax. James knew it was about to happen as Jim's arse tightened round his cock. A ject of cum erupted from Jim to coat his chest as James kept thrusting until he too exploded, filling Jim's arse. Both boys were breathing heavilly as they uncoupled from each other.
"Looks like you enjoyed that Jim," James said.
"That was so good. I never believed being fucked would feel so awesome. I may want that as well as fucking other guys."
"Glad to help you see what you want. We'd better get cleaned up and showered before your brother wakes up."
The two boys showered, dressed and had breakfast ready for when Callum emerged just after 8. Callum was a lot better behaved in the morning than the previous evening and James was able to say there was no trouble when Mr and Mrs Giles returned home.
"It was fine," Jim said to his parents, "James was really helpful with us."
Smiling, James took a lift with Mr Giles back to his own house, his wallet £60 heavier but his balls a lot lighter.