Latchkey

I got off the bus and walked with some friends to within a block of my house. They all turned off one by one as we reached their houses and I watched as each was welcomed by their mothers, with glad voices, with kisses...with love. My own house was down the end of this lane, and walking it by myself had a certain...rightness to it, because my own house was empty. You see, I was a "latchkey kid."

Oh, I'm not blaming my mother! She divorced my father two years ago when I was twelve, and Dad had retaliated (even though he was the one cheating on her) by withholding all support payments. Mom was doing what she could to get him to pay up (he was getting paid by his boss "under the table," so nothing was official about his salary and the courts had been unable to do much of anything about it so far), but for now, money was tight. And I was fourteen years old now and getting able to take care of myself, at least for a few hours after school. I guess moving to a town where the school year went year-round wasn't as bad as it could be, it left me less time to be all alone all day long. Instead of a summer vacation of three months, we got three one-month breaks, and one of them was coming up for me real soon. I would spend the days sitting in my room playing video games or watching television. My friends were either on different schedules (we only saw each other at lunch and such) or had plans out of town. Going to be damned lonely.

Hey, they rented out that place next door, I guess! It'd had a "For Rent" sign on it for some months now, and the owner had had this nasty black guard dog inside it, enough to scare me if it had ever gotten out, it would bark every time I came home, not bark-bark-bark, but a snarl-growl-bark-snarl that meant he was eager to rip me to shreds! Thank God! Any kind of neighbor would be better than that!

Right where the guard dog had always poked its head out and yap at me, a face appeared. A little boy, maybe five or six years old, was beaming happily at me. I was so glad to not see that guard dog, I actually waved at him and he waved back at me, real energetically. I got to my own front door, and put my key in the door and turned it and went inside and figured that was the end of it. I was in the kitchen, fixing myself a peanut-butter and banana sandwich when I heard a knock on the door. The kitchen door. I looked out of the curtains and standing on the back steps was the little boy who I'd seen next door.

I wasn't supposed to let anybody inside; I'd promised Mom that I wouldn't. But this wasn't a strange man or nothing, it was a little kid. So I opened the door and said, "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Bobby!"

"Hi." I said.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Eric." I said cautiously.

"Hi, Eric! Can I come in?"

"I'm not supposed to let anyone in." I said.

"Yeah, I know." he agreed confidentially. "My mom says the same thing. But it's lonely over there all by myself."

"You're alone over there?"

"Yeah." Bobby said. "Mom says it's just until she can afford a babysitter for me. But she said that the last place we were, and she never did get me a babysitter. So can I please come in and stay with you until Mom comes home? She won't be home until eight o'clock!" Another latchkey kid!

Now, believe me, when you're fourteen years old, you don't want to hang around a little kid. But you also don't want to sit around for hours on end all by yourself. I wasn't thinking of right now, today, mind you. But I had a full month of all day long by myself coming up!

So I said, "Sure, Bobby. Come on in!"

And Bobby came in and I fixed him a peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich and we sat and ate the sandwiches and then played some video games and it was almost as good as having a friend with me. Or a little brother. Bobby slipped and called me "Big Brother" a time or two.

My mother got home at six-thirty and I introduced her to Bobby. Mom wasn't upset at all, she was practically charmed at the pretty-faced, black-haired, ready-smiling little boy in her house. And she insisted he stay for supper with us and we'd just finished eating when Bobby's mother came over.

Well, long story short, we agreed that Bobby could come to our house whenever I was here and stay with us rather than staying in that house next door all by himself. His mother would give Mom some token amount in exchange for Mom providing Bobby with his lunches and suppers. It wasn't more than would cover the cost of extra groceries, so I can't call it baby-sitting. More like we had adopted Bobby the way you adopt a pet kitten. And like I said, my other choice was to be all by myself in this house in the hottest part of the year all by myself. And no air conditioning, did I forget to mention that? Mom said maybe next year. The summer had been mild so far but you didn't know.

The next few days were fun enough, with Bobby coming by soon as I got home from school. It was like having a little brother, and Bobby was eager to do anything with me. We pulled my old board games out of the closet and played Battleship and darned if he couldn't beat me three times out of four in that game! He knew his letters and numbers and could tell time, and he would put his ships in configurations that you and I wouldn't think about. It's ships in an ocean, so you spread them out, right? Bobby was likely to have three of them all side-by-side and the other two off somewhere on the other side. I couldn't guess his pattern. It made the game downright challenging. He brought over his game of Connect Four and beat me every time on that game, until I learned enough on the game by playing it on my computer at school until I could outwit him. Not that he cared, he just liked to play games with me, his "big brother." I started calling him "little brother" by the end of the third day. That third day was when the thermometer shook itself, said, "Hey, it's summer, isn't it?" and promptly climbed over twenty degrees in as many hours. The summer heat wave was here, and it hurt like hell because the schools had air conditioning; I wasn't used to it!

The fourth day was the end of school for me until the week of Labor Day. Five weeks off school with nothing to do. I decided to celebrate that fourth night by sleeping in the next day. The temperature the night before hadn't even gotten down below eighty degrees, and I was sweating heavily, even when I kicked off all my covers but for a sheet and skinned out of my briefs and slept nude. I scratched myself and felt the few fine hairs on my pubes, my first hairs of adulthood. I was slowly becoming a man, my voice hadn't cracked yet but it would soon, it would.

Mom left for work at seven thirty and I heard her car pull out and drive off. The place was all mine. I wouldn't let Bobby in until I felt like getting up myself, of course, and had even warned him that I planned to sleep until ten or so. He could stay alone that long, couldn't he, I mean, I deserved some time alone in the house. I was fourteen and one reason I wanted to be alone in the house is the one you'd expect from a fourteen-year-old boy going through puberty. It was jerk-off time!

I kicked the covers back and spread my legs. My cock was already at attention, I woke up like that in the mornings, it was embarrassing if I didn't wake up before Mom came in and would see me with the covers tented in the middle. She never said anything about it, but that smile she'd wear at such times was embarrassing as hell!

I had a nice-sized dong developing on me, too, it was already seven inches long and I think it was still growing. I was hoping for ten inches but would settle for eight or nine. At least I wouldn't be a stub-dick like Perry Steubens at school. He'd matured last year and I swear, his cock hadn't grown enough to make a difference. I mean, a guy can live with a five inch penis, but a two-incher? Poor guy!

I wanted to be hung like Gregory Harper, he was a ninth-grader I'd seen in the locker room this last quarter, he'd be cleaning up and getting dressed when I'd go inside. I'd seen him naked three times over the last three months and each time, I couldn't help but stare even though he saw me staring. He'd just grin, reach down and give his dong a waggle at me, and then turn away and get dressed. I could still see his cock between his legs as he stepped into his briefs and it was stiffening up every time. Man, the thought of seeing that thing hard was my life's ambition. I started pumping my pud while thinking it through from there. Love to see that thing all hard and stiff and throbbing! Maybe when I got older and had some money, I could look him up and pay him to show it to me. Mmmh, yeah! Or maybe even more, have him play with it for me while I watched, so I could see him jerking it. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah! Watch that handsome, square face as he moaned with his passion and then when he came, to see that majestic dong spraying hard and high and....

"Hi, Eric! What'cha doing?" came Bobby's voice.

"Holy shit!" I gasped and grabbed the sheet and yanked it over myself. "Bobby!"

"What'cha doing? He asked me again.

"I...I...never mind that! How'd you get inside the house!"

"Mom got a key to your house from your mother. Mom gave her one of ours. In case of emergency." Bobby explained succinctly. "I saw where Mom hid the key." And Bobby climbed up onto the bed. I saw he was wearing only a pair of short pants, no shirt, no socks or shoes. "What were you doing?" he asked a third time.

"None of your business, little brother!" I told him frostily. Shit, the best jerk-off I'd ever had going and it'd been interrupted! By Bobby! "You weren't supposed to come over until ten o'clock."

"I know. I was just lonesome!" Bobby crept closer. "Can I sleep with you? I'll be quiet."

And he started pulling at the sheet.

"No, Bobby, go back home and...."

Bobby got the sheet up enough and was looking underneath. "You're not wearing anything!" he giggled at me. "You're na-ked!" He stretched the word way out, naaaaaaa-keeeeed!

"Yeah, I am. It was hot last night."

"Yeah, it is." Bobby said. He giggled and said, "Can I sleep naked with you?"

"Ah, geez!" I moaned.

Bobby took that for a yes and he was worming out of his shorts in no time, they were the kind with no fly that you tied with a string at top, like a swimsuit only the wrong material for swimming. He got them off and then was scooting under the sheet with me.

"All right, all right, you can sleep with me but just keep still and keep quiet!" I moaned. Shit, I was learning the bad part of having a little brother in the house, he didn't know when to leave you alone!

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. I could at least pretend to sleep. Maybe Bobby would go to sleep and I could slip out and get in the bathroom and finish jerking myself. Shit, I was still hard, despite being so rudely interrupted. Bobby must have seen my hard on when he lifted the covers! God, no wonder he'd pestered me about....

I felt my cock being grabbed by a little hand and I yelped. "Bobby! What the hell?" I yanked the sheet away to get a look at what was going on. Yes, little Bobby, the six-year-old from next door, now had his hand on my cock!

"I want to play with it!" Bobby told me.

I fumbled at his hand, trying to push it off but he was resisting me, and his hand was moving up and down on my cock. Shit, that felt good! "You can't play with me, Bobby. That's sick! Stop it, already, stop it!"

"But I want to play with it." he said again. "It feels funny, all warm and soft on the outside and hard on the inside. That's weird."

"No, it isn't!" I retorted. Oh, man, it was feeling really good. My hand stopped, all by itself, from trying to take his hand away. "It feels good." I both answered his statement and my own pleasure at the same time. "It feels really good."

"You like this?" Bobby asked me. His little hand was sliding up and down my shaft.

"Yeah, oh, oh, yeah!" I admitted. "But faster, do it faster."

"Like this?" His hand speeded up.

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned. "That's good, Bobby, really good!"

"You like this, Big Brother?"

"I sure do...Little Brother!"

"Yeah!" Bobby grinned down at it. "I like it, too. I like making you feel good, Eric."

"You're sure doing that!" I agreed. A scheme hatched in my brain. "You know what else feels good?"

"What?"

"If you used your mouth on it instead."

"Really?" Bobby made a face. "Doesn't it taste nasty?"

"No, no, it tastes fine." I said hastily in complete ignorance of the real answer. "Just put your mouth over it and suck on it like it was a lollipop or a Freezer Pop. You can do that, can't you?"

"Sure! I'd like a Freezer Pop right now!"

"We'll get some later." I assured him. We had some in the refrigerator, Mom had gone shopping the day before. "Right now, that's your Freezer Pop, so get to sucking on it."

Bobby got in between my legs and obediently took my cock in his mouth and tried sucking but you know, actual sucking doesn't feel so good. I coached him into moving his head up and down while just holding on, and when his teeth scraped me once, I cautioned him about that. I didn't have to tell him about keeping spit in his mouth, it was all ready for a Freezer Pop and it was salivating by itself. And his little mouth was big enough to take my cockhead and about half the shaft down without any problem. He was slurping away on me and I was groaning and moaning under him. Just the two of us in that house all by ourselves. The entire day to ourselves. And me with my own personal cocksucking kid! Oh, man!

"Yeah, suck my cock, Bobby! Suck that big, tasty man pop! Suck Big Brother's lollipop for him! It's got a lot of flavor in there if you can suck it out!"

I felt my climax growing. "Yeah, you're about to get all the creamy filling out of me, Bobby. All that hot creamy goodness is about to gush into your mouth. Are you ready for it, Bobby? Are you ready to drink down my cream?"

"Mm-hmm!" Bobby's eyes were sparkling as he looked up at me, my cock stuffed in his mouth. He looked like a little black-haired angel between my legs, and I looked down at him and I groaned.

"Oh, oh, God, Bobby, I'm about to shoot it. About to shoot that cream. Keep moving fast as you can, okay, Little Brother? Keep moving, keep sucking me, oh, I'm coming now, ah, ah, ah, AH-AH-AH, KAH-HUHHHHHH!"

I didn't just come, I freaking exploded, the hardest damned climax I'd ever had. I spurted my wads into Bobby's mouth and the little dude just gulped them down like so much candy! He actually smacked his lips when I finished and sat up, licking the last dregs from the insides of his mouth.

"Oh, oh oh!" I moaned, still shivering from the climax.

"Did you like that, Eric?" Bobby inquired as he crawled up on my chest.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, Bobby, that was great! Man, that was awesome!"

"Yeah!" He giggled again. "I never knew a dick would do that!"

"It does when you get older." I assured him. "Yours will do it when you get older."

"Uh-huh." Bobby said. "And until then, I get to play with yours, okay?" His eyes were beaming at me.

"Sure, Bobby. You can play with mine whenever you want."

"Let's go get a Freezer Pop now!" Bobby said, getting to his feet.

"Sure, I'll get you a Freezer Pop." I said, getting out of bed myself. "But we got to be careful with them, not eat them all at once, there's only eighteen and they have to last us until next week. We won't want to run out." I stood beside Bobby.

"That's okay." Bobby said and he grabbed my cock. "I have something to suck on in between times."

"Yeah." I agreed. "And we won't ever run out of it."

Five whole weeks off from school lay ahead for us two latchkey kids, the entire day alone with each other. I figured by the end of that time, my "little brother" Bobby would be an expert cocksucker. And he was, too!

THE END
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