Never Let Him Out of Your Sight

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

As the sound of the Whitneys' car left the house, Toby Nichols looked at his charge for the next ten days, their son Caspian. The Whitneys were off on a second honeymoon and hadn't had a vacation in some time, for the simple and excellent reason that their son had a reputation for being a non-stop, out-of-control terror. Mom and Dad Whitney didn't dare let their boy out of their sight (except when he was in his room which they had rendered "Caspian proof") because he would soon be wrecking things. The child was naturally rambunctious and destructive, and frankly thought the sound of things breaking was delightful. No babysitter in the neighborhood would come to babysit anymore and so then they had turned to Toby.

Toby was a rather typical sixteen-year-old boy overall, he stood five foot ten inches tall, with short-cut brown hair that was just shy of being auburn in tone, his eyes were a very clear-looking green hue, his face was cute but not exactly handsome, too round for that, but he did all right when dating. His body was a case of him hitting the weights at the school heavily over the last year, he had some good muscle on his body, not a bodybuilder by any means, but he had the bulges-on-his-body that the girls liked to look at instead of being flat-bodied like many boys his age.

When he arrived, Mr. Whitney had spoken to Toby at length, repeating everything they'd already agreed to by text messages before he arrived. He was to be in the Whitney house day and night without fail and get 24 hours a day pay at $20 an hour, that was $480 per day or $4,800.00 in all! He could maybe buy a car for that price, an older one but he could fix it up and have wheels of his very own. Just for keeping their rather infamous brat under lock and key, as it were.

But there were conditions, Mr. Whitney wanted Toby to be obligated to compensate if Caspian damaged anything in the home while under Toby's supervision, to be deducted from his pay. Toby had agreed, how much damage could one child do, after all? The sounds of crashes, breaking glsss and shrieks from the kitchen, though, made Toby less sure, as it went on and on. Mrs. Whitney wasn't getting much of a handle on the boy, from the sound of things. Done, Toby had signed the written version of their agreement (his parents had already signed it earlier that same day, he saw, making it all legally binding) and Mrs. Whitney brought out Caspian to turn over formal custody.

Caspian turned out, once you ignored the face being distorted by his rage at being pulled against his will, to be a rather adorable-looking boy, with pale blond hair, much paler than either of his parents, liquid blue eyes (maybe he had been crying), a round face that begged you to pinch the cheeks for its adorability, and a very active but small frame of constant motion. The boy was six years old but appeared even younger, some boys get their growth spurt later than others, Toby knew that, he had been a shrimp until third grade.

Mrs. Whitney turned Caspian's hand over to Toby, and the boy quieted right down at this and looked up at Toby with wide eyes. The Whitneys left as quickly as they could after that and the two of them were alone in the house.

"Okay Caspian," Toby said. "Show me to your room, we're sharing it from this time forward." Caspian led him up the stairs into his bedroom and Toby turned and shut the door behind him. It was a sign of the Whitneys' desperation that they had a lock on both sides of the door, which could be opened only by a code to be punched in.

"Okay, kid, I'm in charge of you as of right now and you have to do as I say," he told the kid.

"I don't have to listen to you, you're not my Daddy!" Caspian challenged.

"No, but I'm in charge of you and I'll do something they won't," Toby countered, waiting for the question.

"Like what?" Caspian asked. That was the question.

"I'll beat the shit out of you if you misbehave around me, that's what!" Toby told him.

"No, you won't!" Caspian said, scandalized.

"Want to find out?"

"No-o-o-o."

"Then don't misbehave around me for the next five days until your parents get back. No screaming, no kicking and most of all, no damaging anything. Got me?"

"Uh-huh." Caspian was cowed, Toby judged some humor was called for.

"Now, I need to give you a nickname. What can I give you for your nickname? Caspian, hmmm.... I know! I'll call you 'Ass'!"

"No, you won't!"

"Should I call you 'Pee,' then?" Toby was mock-serious.

"No," Caspian giggled now.

"Ass-pee, that's a good one."

"No, it isn't. You can call me 'Cas'," Caspian offered.

"No, that's no good."

"Yes, it is!"

"How about 'Cee-Ass,'" Toby offered.

Caspian fell down laughing and that was the end of his trouble with Caspian. Toby played with the boy and they were the best of friends, Caspian was so obedient and easy-going that Toby began to wonder if his reputation was due to the parents' bad parenting!

Things went great until bedtime. Toby and Caspian both undressed down to their underwear and went to the boy's bathroom and brushed their teeth together, the boy watching him and doing everything his way (maybe a bit of hero worship going on), then Toby had to "drain the goose." "I need a moment of privacy now, Cas," he said. Contrary to his joking, he had intended to call the boy "Cas" all along.

"Nu-uh!" Caspian said, noting Toby's position and knowing what he was about to do. "I heard my daddy telling you that you were never to let me out of your sight. Not for one minute."

"Well, yeah, but..."

"So I'm not going anywhere!" Caspian said with finality.

There was the "little terror" he'd heard about. Toby opted to brazen it out. "Okay, look all you want, I'm taking a piss!" He pulled his briefs down from the waist, tucked them under his nuts, and let the yellow-tinged liquid fly into the toilet bowl.

"Gee!" said Caspian in awe. "You've got a big pee-pee!"

Toby's "best friend" was affectionately called "Big John" because when he got hard, he had a nice ten-inch dong and even soft he whizzed with a six-inch long pecker dangling down. His prick was uncut, a nice size around and all-around a totally nice honker, its shaft was unmarked by veins and the cockskin formed a uniform darker-toned column of flesh in his hand. Toby just grinned and admitted, "Yeah, I am larger than most people."

"Yeahhhhhh!" Caspian agreed enthusiastically. "Can I touch it?"

"I'm peeing just now!"

"I mean after. Can I hold it after you're done peeing?"

"No!"

Caspian was quiet a moment, then he said, "If you don't let me hold it a little, I'll wait until you're asleep, then go downstairs and break a lot of stuff."

"You can't get out, you don't have the code to the door lock!" Toby replied, scandalized.

"It's 3-4-6-5," said Caspian smugly. "I saw Momma recode the door last time and I watched the numbers."

Trouble was, he was right! Toby answered weakly, "I'll sleep by the door so you can't get to it without climbing over me. You try and you'll wake me up."

"Want to bet? Sooner or later, I'll get out."

My God, the boy was a terror! Toby couldn't stay alert night and day for that long! "You just want to hold my cock for a while?"

"Not just hold it," Caspian said with a "shit-eating" grin. He had Toby and he knew it! "I won't do nothing you won't like."

Toby's $4,800 of easy money was growing wings and about to fly away. What the fuck was he going to do? He finished pissing and had to answer. "You break anything and I'll beat you up."

"Uh-huh, but the stuff will still be broken," Caspian called his bluff. "Besides, I don't think you'll do it."

Toby didn't answer that, just looked at the grinning kid and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"So what are you going to do?"

Toby was stuck and he knew it. "Well...all right kid, but if you do anything at all I don't like, I'm going to deliver on a really good spanking, one that will hurt but not leave a single mark on you."

"Okay!" Caspian said gleefully. "Come on, get on my bed, it's better that way."

Toby walked to the bed like a man to the guillotine. Ten days! What had he gotten himself into here?

"Lay down on the bed," Caspian ordered. "No, take off your shorts first."

Toby skinned his briefs down and tossed them at his own bed in the room (he'd have to sleep in here, of course, never apart!), then moved over and crawled onto the bed and flopped onto his back. His cock, the traitor, was standing stiff and tall in all its ten-inch glory and Caspian cooed in awe as he crawled, naked as well, into the bed. He got next to Toby, sat back on his heels and reached out and gripped Toby's dong in a tight grip. "Mmmm, it's nice and warm!" he enthused.

"Yeah, it is," Toby said. "Can we get this over with already?"

"Well...okay, I'll try to hurry," Caspian said and his hand started pumping on Toby's prod.

Toby gasped and he lifted his upper body on his elbows in surprise and said, "Wait, wait, what are you doing?"

"Jacking you off," Caspian said. "I told you I wanted to play with it."

"Well, yeah, but...."

"This is how you play with it, isn't it?"

"Uhhhh, yeah, it's one way," Toby groaned. Shit, this kid knew how to pound a pud! He was trying not to squirm or do anything that would make this brat think he wanted this, hell, no! If he did that, he'd have to walk around the house with this boy clinging to his cock all the time! He gritted his teeth and tried his best to act bored and listless, even though his brain was howling for more, more, more! His cock was pouring precome out over the boy's hand as he flogged Toby's trouser doggie, and Caspian switched hands and lifted the back of his hand up to his mouth and lapped it off, a blissful look on his face. "Yum!" he pronounced as he finished. "Your goo tastes good!"

"Come on, kid, get it over with," Toby growled as best he could, shit, that kid licking up his spunk was such a powerful turn-on. "I'm getting tired of this!"

"You don't like this?" Caspian asked, stopping in mid-stroke.

"Heck, no!" Toby managed to gasp out.

"Oh. Then maybe you'll like this!" Caspian bent his head over and down and wolfed down the prod he had been pumping at so zealously, and his mouth was just as ardent and as skilled in milking his man-meat.

"Uhhh-uhhhh-uh-huh-huh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Toby groaned, a long, shuddering, heartfelt groan that betrayed any semblance of detesting that this young kid was doing to his whanger. Those lips were playing his skin-flute like a virtuoso, he didn't know where this boy had learned how to do this but he had nothing like a virginal kid on his hands. This boy had sucked many a cock in his young years, and man, now that hungry little schlong-sucker was his, all his!

Toby couldn't help but grunt and groan as the boy's mouth drove his mind up through the heavens to the heights of Nirvana, and he squirmed and grunted and sighed and kept his sounds of pleasure low, but he made them, boy, did he make them, this kid had his organ playing the happiest tunes it knew and his brain was dancing a tarantella of tumultuous exhilaration that his turgid tube was sending to it via express nerve-mail.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!" Toby was panting huskily as the boy ended his service abruptly by lifting off leaving his slobber-slippery shaft dangling loose in the air. "Oh-oh-oh-oh!" Toby gasped. "Why'd you stop?"

"Do you like this better?"

"Uh-huh-huh-huh, yeah, I like it a little bit," Toby ground out. The threat of non-stop ten days of dick-handling by a hyperactive kid was enough to give any man pause. Fun was fun, but yeesh! "Can I get up now? I want to get some sleep." And jack off his poor, benighted cock, which was begging him to whine for more.

"Just a little bit? Not a whole lot? I heard you moaning."

"I moaned...because...I was getting sore," Toby lied. "Come on, let me go now, okay?"

His mind was trying to remember how he got into this, and what he hoped to accomplish with all this. He couldn't concentrate with his brain too busy trying to figure out how to get that mouth back on his cock without surrendering every bit of his autonomy in the process.

"Okay, then I need to try one more thing, and if you don't like it, I'll let you get up and not bother you no more," Caspian said.

"Okay, fine, do it, but hurry up," Toby moaned, his cock was pulsing, angry, demanding he give it attention NOW!

Caspian rose swiftly to his feet and, straddling Toby's drool-doused dong, squatted down to impale himself on the thick shaft. He grunted as Toby's glans intercepted his young sphincter, but he didn't hesitate, he only kept on pushing down and the saliva that coated the foreskin aided the boy to get the glans inside his butthole and after that, it was a steady trip downward, aided by the boy's own weight.

As he settled down onto Toby's body with his weight on his knees, Caspian, his young face showing his pleasure at the hefty poker in his buns, said, a little breathless, "How do you like it now?"

"It's...it's...wonderful!" Toby groaned. "I can't believe you did it, you got my cock up your butt and...oh, God!" Toby couldn't stand it any longer, he grabbed hold of the young boy atop him, held him tight and rolled over. Now with the boy under him and his cock buried well within the smooth young buttocks, Toby began to pump steadily in and out of the tender sphincter, wringing from Caspian soft cries of joy and delight. His own body was already at a high state of pleasure and he forced himself to contain it, prolong his pleasure, deny his desire, so that he could keep on fucking this amazing ass.

Caspian clung to Toby's well-muscled teen body and Toby found the soft, smooth, delicate features of the lad to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He leaned down to softly kiss the boy and Caspian took the opportunity to snake his arms around Toby's back and cling to his body like a baby monkey clings to its mother's chest as she climbs through the trees and swings from branches. Toby felt like he could walk around the room with this boy clinging to him like this and the boy would never stop moving on his rod or lose his perch, he was that insatiable.

As he pumped frantically at the boy's ass, Caspian breathed, "When I jacked your pee-pee, did you really like it?"

"Yes, it felt amazing," Toby breathed, he couldn't lie now.

"I liked it, too, so firm and hard. You have such a nice cock."

"You have a nice body, a wonderful hand to jack me with, a terrific mouth to suck me with, and an astronomically amazing ass to fuck, I just want to do this forever and ever." Toby assured him in the sodium pentothal of sexual passion, he waxed eloquent and with complete veracity.

"I like being able to jack your peter, I love it when I can suck your wiener, and I love most of all having you fuck me," Caspian told him. "Please promise that you won't stop doing this all the time you're here, fuck me a lot, okay? Let me play with your dick and suck it, too, all the time? Can I do that?"

"Yes, Cas, you can do that, you can do that," Toby sighed, his pleasure building up, but a slight remnant of sanity remained and with it, a plan, "On one condition that is."

"Uh, uh, uhhhhhhh, what's that?"

"That you don't ever deliberately break or smash anything in the house again, not while I'm here and not ever. If I ever hear of you doing that again, I won't ever let you touch my dong again. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

"Then you can touch my peter all you want, suck it if you want to when you want to, and I will fuck you at every chance I get to. I promise, too."

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh, Toby, fuck me faster, fuck me faster, I'm about done!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Uh, uhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, me, too, ME, TOO, UHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"OHHHH, OHHHH, TOBY, OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH!"

"UHH, UHHHHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-CASPIAN! HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Toby unleashed the heavy torrent of jizz that only teenaged cocks eject in their time of orgasm, and he blasted his flood into the boy so hard that the come flew out of the boy's ass in all directions between them. It was flooding the tiny butt too fast to let the small bowels accommodate it and the spunk splattered both teenager and boy from their chests to their stomachs with dots of hot white spooge.

As Toby splattered them both that way, Caspian was gasping and gyrating in his own young climactic event, gasping "AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH!" as his young orgasm wracked him.

Toby finished after a while, with the boy still jerking and twitching under him, and he held the boy until he finished and then he kissed the panting face slowly, gently, and the two lay together for a time after that, in a composite of two bodies interwined.

It was the first of many such joyous couplings these two enjoyed in the days ahead, Caspian was insatiable and Toby was indefatigable, so they screwed and fucked and coupled and climaxed all over the Whitney house in the following days. Toby tried every sexual position he could think of and Caspian was eager to try it out, whether he was sucking Toby or being fucked, Caspian loved it. They had sex with Toby holding Caspian upside down and Caspian sucking Toby that way, they tried sex with Toby walking around and Caspian impaled on his cock and held in Toby's arms, bouncing that way, both holding onto Toby, and being held while facing outwards, and it was all joy and happiness.

Mr. Whitney called to check on things about Day Eight and Toby answered the telephone landline when it rang, "Whitney Residence."

"Toby, this is Mr. Whitney, I just wanted to check on you and Caspian. How are things going with the two of you right now?"

Caspian at that moment was lying on the couch with Toby hitched into one corner against an armrest, the boy sucking him happily. "Oh, we're fine, Caspian and I are having a lot of fun together."

"Nothing broken or shattered?"

"Not a thing. Caspian's been a total angel the entire time, haven't you, Cas?"

Caspian popped as he let go of Toby's cock and Toby held the receiver up to Caspian to speak. He answered his father's question, "Oh, no, Daddy, I'm not giving Toby any trouble, he and I are friends."

Toby took back the phone, "Downright inseparable these days, I haven't let him out of my sight, like you said."

"Well, I must say I'm amazed. You keep doing what you're doing, Toby and if it's all true, there'll be a nice bonus for you when we get back in two more days."

"Don't worry, Mr. Whitney. I'm keeping Caspian very busy and well fed at the same time. You two enjoy your honeymoon. Thank you, sir. Good-bye."

THE END
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