Hi my name is Jon. I'm 18 of age and the oldest kid on my street. Not only that but my neighbors trust me so much that after a year and a half of living here that they let me baby sit for hours. A couple times even over night.
Here lately the baby sitting has been a little rocky due to marriage troubles between Jean and Jason, the main couple I baby sit for. I'm not sure where the issues are with them but I have no intentions of asking. All I know is that their issues and Jason having a few too many beers led to a wild and great night.
This one night I was baby sitting for the the McClongs, that would be Jen and Jason. Everything was going perfect. Shellby, their daughter of five years, was listening to me and playing with her books and dolls. At midnight, I heard a car door slam and the crash of window glass break. I told Shellby to go into her room and hid underneath her bed. I quickly closed her door once she got inside.
With her hopefully safe, I searched her brother's room for a baseball bat or something. Thankfully, I found one. Slowly, I left his room and approached the front door. I moved the little fabric, that they have on the door, just enough to see what was going on. To my surprise it was Jason getting out of the van.
He was so drunk I could smell the beer from here in the house. I put the bat down on the chair by the front door and open the door. Silently, I run out to him.
"What are you doing here? You weren't suppose to be home for a couple more days."
"I ran out of care for that bitch and left. Than drank beer with some of the guys."
"Careful what you say. If Shellby comes out she will see and ear all this. Besides that counselling was court mandated. How did you just up and leave?"
"I just drove off once they were all asleep."
"Lets just get you inside," I say with a sigh.
As we go to get inside the house, I notice his arm and fist are cut up. Thanks god for street lights. I also notice how he stands so uneasily.
I take him under the shoulder and guide him to the door which for me was no small feat.
Jason is in his early 40's and a landscape contractor and a security guard. So that body of his is heavy and loaded with muscle. I'm only 18 and a complete geek. So my own strength is very small.
Now that we are under the porch light, I can see him much better.
His short dark hair is completely messy and his dark brown eyes are blood shot due to the intoxication. His white shirt is just filthy and if it were clean than his tan skin would have been well complimented. I see that his right arm is very much cut up.
"You are not going in with your arm like that. Give me that filthy shirt so I can keep the blood from getting all over the floor." I tell him as I go to take it off of him.
He offers much resistance so I leave him be.
"Stay put!" I command him as I head inside to make sure Shellby was okay and in her room.
"Jon?" I hear her cry.
"Stay in your room sweetie and don't make a noise." I shout to her.
Quietly, I motion for him come inside. Luckily we are about the same height, as I grab his shoulder and whisper into his ear: "Go into the bathroom and prepare for a bath. Make No noise."
He listens as he stumbles through the living room.
I quickly grab my phone and text my neighbor, Erin, the quick version of the story ask her to get Shellby for the night. Luck had it that she was up and in minutes, all I have to worry about is Jason.
Once Shellby is out of the house, I check in on the devil. I open the bathroom door and see that he didn't really prepare. All he did was take off his boots then fell asleep in the small white tub.
Slowly and quietly, I go over to him and take a quick sniff. The man smells horrible and his arm is still bleeding out. A descent size pool of blood has already gathered on the floor.
I get his shirt and socks off easy but after a few minutes of pulling,twisting, and back tracking I get his pants and underwear off. I knew what he looked like without his shirt on because of all the work he did in his yard without his shirt, but I never would have guested what he is packing into his tighty-whities.
In the mists of the jungle is a huge tree. His cock is about one foot long with a width of at least three inches. No wonder Mrs Jean is putting so much effort into the marriage and its recovery.
I look around for the stopper but I don't find one so I use a trick of my grandmother's. I get a washrag and fix it up to work as a makeshift stopper.
I get the water luke-warm. Though before I fill the tub, I gently pour some of it onto Jason's placid uncut cock to see the reaction. He does nothing as it falls off. Taking it as a good sign, I fill the tub half way up. I find another rag and soap it up.
After getting him as wet as I can, I clean his neck in soft gentle circles like my mother did to me when I was little. I soon moved on. I washed his chest and back in the same manner as his neck.
It wasn't until I started to wash his right arm, that he started to moan and complain.
"Stop that you damn bitch." he yells
I stop for a few moments before going back to washing him.
"I said stop damn it. Jealous whore," he yells as he shifts a little.
Curious, I keep going. The more I wash his right hand and arm the more he yelled and cursed.
He stopped making noise when I was finished and moved onto his other arm. Now came the washing of his cock and that firm ass of his.
I give his cock a quick bit of pressure to see Jason's reaction but he still doesn't react. Now unsure about him being out like this is a good thing, I finish washing him in quick rigorous motions.
Once his body is thoroughly clean I rinse him off and wash his face and hair. Finally all that is done in minutes. Now is the fun part of trying to get him out to dry him off.
After about five minutes of playing move the naked man around, I manage to get him out of the tub. Thank god that Shellby's brothers are away at their prospective dads. I dump him onto the bottom most bed in their room.
