We ran around trying to catch each other but I made sure to catch Brittney before my sister. Note: if you’ve read my previous story about my aunt, this was before I started using shoe laces. No it wasn’t the greatest, but it had to do. I don’t remember if we had any rope, so I used some scotch tape I had found in my dad's study. I could have had my sister join me as a robber, but I wanted all the fun for myself.īefore the game began though I needed supplies. The three of us would run around, two cops and one robber, and the cops would try to capture the robber, but if the robber caught one or them, they were a hostage. Once she arrived it took me a while to work up the courage to announce that we were going to play, everyone’s favorite, cops and robbers. She was slender, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and this evening was in tight jeans that showed off her round behind, a tight orange shirt that accentuated her adorable, ample chest. She was about 17, but I was still a head taller than her even at my age. She babysat for me and my sister at least once a month, and she babysat us at least twice before I got up the nerve to tie her up. I tried, but it never happened.īrittney (name changed) was my favorite babysitter when I was a kid. Since then, he has tried to add me on Facebook a few times (he keeps making new ones) but I block him every time.As a response to some of the questions people have had, no I wasn’t able to tie up my aunt again. After a few heated phone conversations that consisted of him drunk and accusing me of telling his friends that I didn’t even know, I finally blocked him on all social media and also blocked his phone number.
He began to get really paranoid that I was telling people about our encounters. We hooked up a few times after that but I really began to question his sanity. He didn’t want his mom to come home and see that he had company. I then had to walk a block to my truck because he didn’t want me to park his driveway. I quietly opened the door and stepped outside. Luckily he had a door that led outside in his room.
It obviously didn’t feel very pleasurable so I never ended up… Uhm… finishing.Ībout 30 minutes into the disastrous encounter, his mother comes home. He put the ziplock over my dick and tried to suck it. He went to the kitchen and got a ziplock bag (I kid you not). Neither of us had any condoms so he decided to get creative. He wanted to try preforming oral on me but didn’t actually want to put his mouth on my bare penis. We jerked each other off for a few minutes but soon grew tired of it. His mom was still at work and would be for the next hour or so. I was pretty horny so I got in my truck and drove to his house. But, then it was a struggle.Īnyway, one day I had just gotten home from Hawaii with my family, I got a text from you know who asking me to come over. Now I find it funny because I have my own set of friends and am much more sure myself and what I stand for. In middle school, he was only nice to me when it was beneficial for him. He was (and probably still is) what you call a “follower”. You see, I use the word “friend” lightly. The conversation was usually nothing out of the ordinary and then would unexpectedly take a sexual turn. I had been texting an old friend back and forth for a couple months.