The Gay Sitter (Books 1 - 4)

By Barry Head

The cream of Gay Sitter stories – books 1 to 4 in the series
Older man and twink gay bi-curious fun and filth
Over 21,000 words!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alice B Handcock
• Release date: Feb 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215763285

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The Gay Sitter

(Books 1 - 4)

A Barry Head Original Publication

THIS PUBLICATION REMAINS COPYRIGHT BARRY HEAD. NOT TO BE REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM WITHOUT PRIOR CONSENT

All characters are over 18 and not related

Contents:

Book 1

Book 2

Book 3

The Gay Sitter

(Book 1)

A Barry Head Original Publication

THIS PUBLICATION REMAINS COPYRIGHT BARRY HEAD. NOT TO BE REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM WITHOUT PRIOR CONSENT

All characters are over 18 and not related

Fuck this was a good day!

The sun was beating down. My body was hot and tanned. The sunlight glistened from the surface of the pool, rippling to the rhythm of my toes as they splashed and ruffled the surface. Cold water hitting my warm skin, cooling me down.

I was so fucking horny! I know that I shouldn’t be. It was, after all, the middle of the fucking day. I was in a lovely house, cocktail by my side and just my tight speedos on, laying in a hammock like a King. All I had to do was babysit and not fuck this up. How hard could that be?

But man I needed to fuck someone! I felt between my legs. My cock was tingling and hard, pulsating with the blood flowing through it. I was ready for some cock, that was sure. I needed so much to feel the deep penetration of an older man’s cock. I could swear that the next man who walked towards me would get the fucking of his life. I didn’t care who it was!

*

I was in a little slice of heaven. Laying out by the pool. Chatting to my girlfriends on the iphone, the one that my generous employers had given me in order to stay in touch with them, and the baby fast asleep in her crib.

Of course, I really shouldn’t have been doing that. I was under pretty strict instructions from Gerry and Christine, the parents who left me so frequently in charge of their precious little two year old guy.

Now just make sure that you stay in the house ok? We really wouldn’t want anything to happen to our little princess. That’s why way pay you double, because we know we can trust you to do the right thing. Always be there for her, ok? Even in her nap time

They couldn’t be any clearer than that now could they? And, as a dutiful teen babysitter, bedecked short, ‘come and fuck me’ short pants, I nodded and smiled, and winked at Gerry when Christine wasn’t looking.

But it was so hot outside. That pool looked so inviting, and the Mojitos I had made myself, (just a little pick me up you understand) were warming me from the inside as effectively as the sparkling sunlit pool was doing on this hot July afternoon. The hammock was just there, inviting me to lay myself down on the stretchy, bendy soft string. It hung over the shallow end of the great guitar shaped expanse of water, the perfect height for me to kick off my sandals and dangle my toes in the clear blue water.

So I lay in that big pillow-shaped hammock, drinking in the afternoon and chatting to my pals, a girlfriend of mine who was having a particularly bad time with her low-life boyfriend. Little did she know that, despite my sympathizing and agreeing with her what a scumbag he is, and how much he should love her, I had secretly fucked him in the ass two weeks ago, letting him suck my hard cock before ramming his deep into me. That could just be the reason why he is going off you now? You know, so many guys are secretly gay? He had had the best, hard to go back to you, don’t you think?

But I am a better friend than that. I would never let her know what had happened between us. I wasn’t some low life twink.

*

I was just sipping down the last of my second oversized cocktail when I saw him. I heard the van pull up at first. A slight rumbling noise and a cloud of dust being kicked up alongside the back yard, the shape of the vehicle obscured by the bushes.

A click from the tail gate, and the distinctive noise of plastic and metal equipment being unloaded, and then trundled around to the front gate, and in through the wrought iron and up the winding path to the back of the house.

It wasn’t the equipment though, that dragged my eye to that commotion. Busily arranging the blue tubing and long handled scrapers next to the red brick pool house was a hunk of a man.

He wore a sleeveless top, and short denim cut-offs. Sweat poured from his tanned brow, leaking into his deep blue eyes so that he had to wipe away the moisture, the boiling midday sun instantly replacing it with another fountain of sweat. His muscles seemed to shimmer in the sun, hot white light bouncing from them,