The Gay Sitter: Erotica Books 1 – 6 Series

By Barry Head

The best and most expertly written gay erotica bundle you’ll ever read!
The cream of Gay Sitter stories – books 1 to 6 in the series
Older man and twink gay bi-curious fun and filth
Over 31,000 words!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alice B Handcock
• Release date: Apr 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215870976

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The Gay Sitter - Erotica

Books 1 – 6 Series

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

Book 4

Book 5

Book 6

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, making them more defined and toned, dark shadows under the bicep. His singlet clung to his torso, showing his six pack in a ‘diet coke break’ kind of way. If it wasn’t happening right now I would swear it was some kind of gay porn film set up.

It was so obvious, so easy, that I just had to say the words.

Hey buddy, you look hot down there I called out, shading my eyes with the palm of my hand, and trying to look for all I was worth like I owned the place.

He looked up, squinting, and grinned at me. I held his gaze, turning my body towards him slightly, giving him what I hoped was the best view of my tight, teenage body.

If I had to place him I would have said that he was maybe twenty four. He was the kind of older guy us teens dream about. Young enough still to be permanently horny (although I am told older men are like that too. Hell, in this heat, aren’t we all?), but old enough to know his way around another man’s body, and not as likely to blow his stack as soon as I touch him.

He seemed deep in thought as he looked over the maybe ten yards of scorching patio and cool pool to my hammock. It was as though he was weighing up whether to ride this situation, see where it took him, or whether he should clean the pool and move on to his next job. That was why I loved these cooler older men. No nineteen year old boy would be so considered or mature.

Yeah, it is. Damn hot he replied. Then, guess what he did? Yes, he just looked back down and carried on screwing in the big blue suction pipe. Carried on with his job! Didn’t he realize I was coming onto him? Did he not see my golden hair shining in the sunlight? Could he not recognize a come-on when he heard one?

I almost didn’t respond, thinking that two could play at that game. But I looked over again, seeing his muscles tighten and twist as he worked the heavy plastic and rubber. I just had to have him!

Well, you know what, I have something here that might cool you down!

It was obvious I know. I mean, really really obvious. I may as well have stripped off my tiny swimming shorts and shouted come and fuck me you big gay fuck! at him. And to tell you the truth, the thought had crossed my mind!

He stared over again, this time letting the equipment fall to the ground. He took a step towards me, and then another, pulling off his big leather pool guy gloves.

Do you indeed? he responded, this time more softly, in a way that indicated that he had finally gotten the hint. And what might that be?

Well, you could have a sip of my cocktail…

He seemed to pause again. There was a definite implication of choice in my carefully worded offer. He was not a dumb guy, despite being a pool guy, and it didn’t take a genius to work out what he should say next

Or..? he answered. He was going to make me say it. Going to make me lay it out on a plate for him

Why don’t you come over here and find out I answered

He was standing over me now. I big, six foot, blue eyed God. His denim shorts seemed to bulge in the crotch area, in the way that I hoped they would. Fuck I was feeling so very horny right now, tingling with the situation that I had made happen. I was a filthy dirty guy, that was for sure, and it was time for me to show him just how dirty.

I stroked my stomach, softly caressing my skin. I reached my fingers between my legs and made a show of pushing my thighs apart, the speedos barely hiding my hardening cock. He licked his lips as I stroked myself, my tongue on my lips, eyes half closed.

"You know what, my skin