Babysitting Frank 3

The characters in this story are all under 18, but because of the age difference and the nature of the interaction, it belongs in the adult/youth section. I suppose you should assume that it is completely fictitious, and in any case names would definitely be changed to protect the guilty.

Nifty does a really good job bringing us all these stories, and they would appreciate it a lot if you could throw a bit of change in their direction every now and then to show your appreciation.

When we had finished our game and returned to the table, I saw that Mark was looking pleased about something.

"Marty," he said, "Sue and I were talking, and I want to ask you a really big favour."

"Well, Sue told me I mustn't ask because it really is asking you a lot, Marty," explained Mark, but I could see he was having trouble suppressing a smile. "Sue was asking me about you, Marty, and I told her that your mum and dad both work, like mine do."

"Well Sue and I would like some place to be – err – alone more, and we can't use Sue's house `cos her mum is home all day"

"Well, no, Mark, you can't really use my place because I'd hafta stay out ...," I protested.

"No, that's not what we were thinking," said Mark, "Sue and I could use my house while mum and dad are working, except that it wouldn't be fair on Frankie ..."

I suddenly realised where this was heading and why Mark was hiding a smile. "So you want me to look after Frank at my place so you and Sue can ... erm ... so you and Sue aren't disturbed?" I stated, barely hiding my excitement.

Sue broke in, "Look Marty, I told Mark that it would be completely unfair to expect you to give up your time, and I'm sorry I suggested it. Just forget the idea, OK?"

Frank suddenly gave a whoop of joy, then saw Mark glaring at him and quickly changed it into a cough.

I said, "Sue, what would really be unfair is if I were to deny you and Mark the pleasure of – err – being alone, and I think your suggestion is the only way you're gonna manage that, so yes, I'll do it." I concluded magnanimously."

After we had all stopped laughing, we all just sat in contented silence for a while, then Mark said, Heck, I gotta get Frankie home else mum will have a go at me."

"I should get back too," I said, "If you and Sue want to stay a bit longer, I could take Frank home on the way."

Sue looked at me gratefully, "If you wouldn't mind, Marty, that would be great. I get dragged to church on Sundays, and tomorrow I have to visit my Gran afterwards, so I'm not gonna be able to see Mark all day."

Mark looked crestfallen. "I'd forgotten about that," he said dejectedly. "You seriously need to train your parents better, Sue. My mum and dad are seeing my gran and granddad tomorrow as well, but they never make Frankie or me go with them unless it's a special occasion."

Mark got up to see Frank and I to the door of the café. "Are you coming over tomorrow?" Mark asked me. "As you just heard, my girlfriend's rejected me, and mum and dad won't be home, so you, me and Frankie will have the place to ourselves."

As I walked him home, Frank suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a narrow path. "Can we have a look at the pond?" he asked, "I've not seen it at night."

"I s'pose we have enough time before your mum expects you back," I agreed, and entered the narrow footpath that led to the local pond. "But we mustn't be long."

Frank seemed to be looking for something at the base of the hedge that ran alongside the path. He spotted what he had been looking for and ran a few yards ahead. "Come here, Marty," he called to me in a soft voice.

When I caught up to him I saw that he was crouched next to a small hole at the base of the hedge. He got down on all fours and scrambled through the hole. "It's still here," he said excitedly, "come through."

Intrigued, I scrambled through the hole, which was a bit of a struggle because Frank had only just fitted, and I had to push the thick hedge apart to squeeze through. On the other side it was very dark, but I could just make out that I was in a clear triangular area about six feet per side, enclosed on all three sides by the thick hedge, which had grown so as to meet overhead, like we were inside a small room.

"Gary and me used this as our fort," Frank informed me, "But I didn't know it would be this dark at night," he added, sounding a bit frightened.

The light from the street lamps didn't reach the area at all. The foliage insulated us from all outside sounds, so it was unnaturally quiet and I could clearly hear Frank's rapid anxious breathing. The path was not used much during the day, and I knew that there was scant chance of anyone walking along it at night. "It is scary," I agreed. "Shall we get out?"

I sank to the dusty ground, and immediately Frank's arms were around my neck as he sat on my lap, facing me. "I wanted to talk for a bit," he explained.

"No, I wanted us to be really together like this," he insisted, and I understood what he meant, because I was feeling the same way. "Will I be able to be with you alone every day?" Frank asked, and I knew he was thinking about what Sue had arranged.

We were both whispering. Neither of us wanted to disturb the quiet. It felt as if we were isolated from the rest of the World, and I'd never before felt so together with another person. It was as if there was a special connection running between us.

"Every school day I should think," I agreed. "And we can see each other with Mark and Sue over the weekends. Heck I can hardly wait for Monday afternoon now!"

I couldn't see Frank's face in the dark, but somehow I felt him smile. "Marty?"

"Could you call me `sweetheart' when we are alone?"

"And when only Mark is with us," I agreed.

We talked about other things, but mainly just sat hugging each other for a while, our cheeks pressed together and the only sound being the gentle noise of our breathing. However I had a responsibility, and all too soon I had to insist on taking Frank home. As we moved to get out of the "fort", Frank put his hand on my crotch and groped me.

"You got a stiffy!" he announced accurately, no longer whispering.

I couldn't resist, and stuck my hand down the front of Frank's jeans. "So have you," I observed.

"I been getting them all day," he informed me. "I only used to get them in the morning. Do you want me to suck you like you did to me last night?"

I groaned. "Frank, I would really, really like that, but if you don't get home now, your mum won't trust Mark and me to look after you and you might not be allowed out with us again. Wait till tomorrow, sweetheart, OK?"

"OK", Frank sighed, then the cheeky bugger gave my dick another squeeze, just to torture me with frustration!

That night I lay in bed going over and over the events of the past 24 hours. I had a raging erection, but for some reason I didn't want to give myself the obvious release. Somehow I felt it would be betraying Frank if I did. Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep, but awoke often, willing for the morning so I could see Frank again. I was out of bed and dressed at an impossibly early time, and as soon as I heard mum going downstairs, I rushed down after her, gave her a goodbye kiss and said, "I'm out for the day, see you tonight."

"Wow, someone's an eager beaver," observed my mother, "So who is she?" she joked.

My mother looked flustered. "Martin, I was only joking," she apologised, "But if you do have a girlfriend, that's fine with me. Introduce her whenever you're ready, OK?"

When I got to Frank's house I saw that all the curtains were still drawn and their car was still parked outside. It wasn't quite 8 o'clock, and obviously nobody was up yet, my mother has always been a very early riser. I sat on the kerb opposite the house. At 8:15 there was activity. The curtains were opened, and I could see movement behind the widows. I withdrew to a less conspicuous position further along the street. Just after 8:30 Frank's mum and dad left the house and drove away in the car. I ran around to the back door and knocked.

After 10 minutes of knocking, Mark opened the door in just his white cotton underpants, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Jesus, Marty, what are you doing here at this time of night – you'll wake my mum and dad!"

"It's morning and your mum and dad have already left," I informed him. Suddenly I was practically bowled over by a pyjama-clad Frank, who jumped up at me.

"Hi Marts," he enthused, "I've been watching you through my window. I saw you waiting down the road for mum and dad to leave"

"I wanted to, but I couldn't get my pyjamas on before you went down," explained Frank.

Mark looked up exasperated, "So why bother putting them on – we both know that Marty has seen everything you've got!"

"I wasn't certain it was Marts," explained Frank, "It might have been the postman!"

"There's no post on Sunday," Mark pointed out. "Never mind, we're all awake now. And why are you calling Marty `Marts'"

"OK I'll make some!" Frank enthused. Ten minutes later we each had a bowl of cereal and a glass of cordial, that being the limit of Frank's `cooking.' But it was all any of us usually had for breakfast anyway, so no problem. Then we all went into the living room. Mark sat on the sofa, and I sat on an armchair. Frank sat on my lap, and I wrapped my arms around his chest as he laid his head back against my shoulder.

"Hey," I protested, "I thought you were going to tell us about your Friday night!"

"I want to know what you and Marts used to do with each other when you were my age," Frankie contradicted both of us.

Mark and I stared at each other. "Frankie," said Mark, "I really don't think that would be ... um ... "

"I dunno what that means," announced Frank, "But I wanna know about when you first found out about `getting the feeling' and all that. Did someone show you?"

"Well," I said, "I found out by myself when I was playing with my willy in the bath. Then the next day I showed Mark."

"You were at Gary's with Gary and his mum," Mark interjected, "It was just before mum trusted me to look after you while she was at work."

"Hey, you little bugger," I admonished Frank, "Mark is s'posed to be telling us what he did with Sue."

"We got naked on the sofa-bed and did it," Frank said briefly, "So what did you and Marts do in your room when I was little?"

"I've never been naked anywhere `cept my bedroom and the bathroom," said Mark wistfully, "And the changing room at the swimming bath, `f course"

Frank suddenly got off my lap and ran out the door. Surprised, Mark stood up and moved so he could look through the door toward the bottom of the staircase that Frank had just scampered up. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. "I s'pose when you gotta go you gotta go!" he laughed.

Then Frank reappeared at the bottom of the stairs clad only in a towel. "Well, we came down to watch Lassie like this," Frank acted out the moment in front of Mark's shocked gaze. "Then we did this!" he exclaimed, dropped the towel and pranced into the room waggling his hips in front of Mark. As Mark stood, mesmerised by what his brother was doing, Frank suddenly reached out and pulled Mark's Y-fronts down to his ankles.

I had not seen Mark undressed for nearly two years, and at that time neither of us had much pubic hair. I saw that he had developed almost the same as I had, apart from having slightly more hair than myself, and I detected the start of a light trail that would eventually become a "garden path" connected to his belly-button – something that I had yet to start developing. Frank's eyes were glued to his brother's penis, so I guessed that he didn't often see Mark naked either.

"It feels great, don't it?" Frank was giggling uncontrollably. Mark had not made any move to pull his underpants back up, and then to my surprise he stepped out of them. "So where are these pubes you were bragging about?" he said to Frank.

Frank went close to Mark and pushed out his pelvis toward him. Mark bent down and examined Frank. "Oh yeah, I see them. Just two small'uns. They'll be coming on fast now they've started."

"Looks like you're the odd man out," Mark called over to me, "C'mon, this is really naughty, get naked!"

Bemused, I spent all of ten seconds ridding myself of everything I was wearing, and the three of us stood in a group on the living room carpet, all stark naked!

"So you were both naked like this, but then who started the sex stuff?" Mark asked.

"I started feeling Marts' hair down there," volunteered Frank. "I just wanted to see what it felt like."

"Marts' willy got really big and stiff," Frank told Mark, "And I wanted him to stroke my front so I rolled over."

"So I stroked him the same as he did me," I took over the narrative, "Just here." I reached out and put my fingers just above Frank's cock to demonstrate, as I looked at Mark's face to see how he was reacting.

Mark's eyes suddenly opened wide, "Jesus fucking Christ Frankie," he exclaimed. I looked to see what Mark was staring at. Frank had sprung a boner. It was certainly all or nothing with Frank! Either he had a small acorn, or a fully erect shaft over three inches long, and I knew that the transformation that Mark had just witnessed was practically instantaneous.

I chuckled, "It's amazing, isn't it?" I said, feeling strangely proud of the way Frank had surprised his brother. I squeezed the tip of Frank's penis possessively, and my own dick rose rapidly to full attention. I saw Mark staring at the movement of my equipment, and then saw that his dick started extending rapidly, and in three jerky movements was also pointing toward the heavens.

"Wow," said Frank, "I never seen you with a stiffy before, Mark. Let me see who's got the biggest one, you or Marts."

Mark and I are almost the same height, and Frank knelt down in front of us so his eyes were level with our stiff rods. He was so close he could have stuck out his tongue and licked us. "Turn so I can compare," Frank put a hand on each of our hips, and pulled Mark and I to face each other. In that position the tips of our cocks were almost exactly level and nearly touching. Mark's was perhaps a quarter inch higher than mine, but that may have been because he had more foreskin, which still completely covered his cockhead, while mine did not quite cover all of it.

Frank then reached out and grasped a cock in each hand. He slowly ran his hand up and down our shafts. "Mark's is a bit longer, but Marts' is a bit fatter," announced Frank. Mark had put his hands on my shoulders, while I rested one hand on Frank's head, and the other was on Mark's waist. I looked straight into Mark's eyes. He had a strange expression on his face. My bollocks were being fondled.

"You both have the same size balls," Frank announced his judgement after a while.

I felt something on the tip of my dick and looked down. Mark had pressed forward, and was moving the tip of his cock slowly back and forth across my cockhead. I instinctively pushed my hips forward toward him. Frank meanwhile had moved so that he was now lying on his back between our feet, looking up at our duelling swords. With one hand Frank was caressing his own stiff rod, and his other hand reached up and was softly batting first my ballsack and then Mark's.

"Marty ... " said Mark in a strange husky voice, "I need to show you how to kiss – you use your tongue like this ..."

Mark moved his hands off my shoulders and grasped the back of my head, tilting it sideways into position. "Open your mouth a little bit," he instructed, and then covered my lips with his. I felt his tongue entering my mouth and sucked on it, then pushed back with my own tongue. Mark's breathing had become heavy and strained.

"Hey!" Frank suddenly exclaimed, "Mark, you bastard you just dripped that slippery stuff right in my eye!"

Mark and I broke off our kiss. I chuckled, but Mark looked a bit embarrassed as if he had forgotten that Frank was there. "Um, why don't you try it with Frankie now?" he suggested to me.

Frank jumped up excitedly and started pulling at the sofa. Mark and I joined in and had it transformed into a bed in no time. Frank stood on the sofa-bed, grabbed our hands and pulled us down onto the bed, Mark and I lay sideways facing each other close together, and Frank stood above, his feet straddling us, one foot next to Marks bum and the other just outside mine.

"Mark, you show Marts how to kiss once more, then I get a turn," Frank said as if organising a game. "I'll watch you so I know what to do." With that Frank knelt with his knees on each side of Mark and me, and leant forward so that his eyes were inches above our faces. I was disappointed that Frank had not wanted to kiss me immediately, but Mark grabbed the back of my head once again eagerly and we were soon kissing passionately. Mark was also grinding his hips against me. Mark was too old to still interest me a great deal, but the memories of the times we once had, and the feel of Frank's eager body against my side together with the sexual tension of all three of us was making my cock drool.

"My turn," Frank interrupted. I eagerly rolled away from Mark onto my back and pulled Frank down on top of me. As our lips met it felt like a jolt of electricity had just hit me. Now we knew what to do, the feeling was incredible. With our lips pressed together, Frank's hips were about the level of my belly-button, and with his knees on either side of my body, my dick was exposed, and was dripping pools of pre-cum onto my tummy. Suddenly I felt a hand caressing my balls. I glanced sideways and saw that Mark had turned completely around, and was now resting his head on my thigh and was rubbing my balls gently with his hand. I ran my hands down each side of Frank's body until I was cupping his bum. I pulled gently, and Frank started humping me slowly. I could feel Frank's dick sliding slickly on my belly, and I knew that he must be leaking precum like a tap. I moved one hand down to ruffle Mark's hair so he didn't feel too left out. Mark must have thought that was a signal, because he moved his head up eagerly to my groin, and took my cock into his mouth. That was more than we had ever done when we were younger.

Frank looked around me to see what we were talking about, and deduced what Mark had been doing. "Hey!" Frank said, "I want to suck Marts off." Then, "Why did it hurt, Marts?"

"Mark was doing it wrong, sweetheart" I explained, "It takes practise else your teeth scrape, and there's other things you have to do to make it feel really good."

"You didn't hurt me when you did it," Frank observed, "Show me how to do it so I don't hurt you."

"Ummm ... from Simon," I informed him, "Simon's really only interested in old guys, and they taught him, but I've done a bit of stuff with him. Not that I'm really interested in him," I added quickly.

"But I couldn't really tell what you were doing all that well," protested Frank, "I only know how it felt. Show me on Mark."

"Kneel here so Frank can see properly," I instructed. I moved into a position where Frank would have a good close-up view of the action. I gave a few preliminary pointers, and then told Frank to just watch, because obviously I would not be able to talk!

Mark's pole was ridged in front of my face, and I began by licking off a large drop of precum from its tip. Then I grasped his pole and skinned the foreskin back halfway. Keeping my mouth partially open as much as I could so Frank could see what I was doing, I slipped my lips over Mark's cock. Mark gasped and grabbed the back of my head. I slowly slid my lips up and down, whilst wanking the base of Mark's dick with my hand. My other hand slid around behind Mark as I grasped his buttock. Mark started thrusting and pulling my head deeper onto his shaft. I felt another hand over mine, and I realised that Frank wanted to help out, so I surrendered Mark's dick and used both my hands on Mark's taut bottom. My middle finger ran down Mark's arse-crack until it reached his pucker. "Oh," Mark gasped as I pressed my finger, and Mark thrust forward to escape the invasion. I was making exaggerated tongue movements so that Frank could see what I was doing, and he was timing his hand movements perfectly to my lips. I then covered my teeth with my lips, and gripped Mark hard in my jaws so I could push his foreskin fully back, exposing his entire head, then licked around the base of his crown, and up and round across his slit. Mark's breath hissed out in staccato bursts as his thrusting became more urgent. It could not have been more than 30 seconds before Mark bucked powerfully and his cock became rock solid. As the first spasm forced a spurt of Mark's spunk hard onto the roof of my mouth, I pushed my finger hard behind him, and it slipped past his defences up to the middle joint. "Arrrgh!" Mark gurgled noisily, and my finger was clenched in his madly pulsing passage as he thrust forward hard. I never felt or tasted his second, third, fourth or fifth spurts because his cock was buried deep down my throat, but I could tell they happened from his anal contractions.

Mark fell back, totally drained. "Shit, I gotta teach Sue how to do that," he exclaimed. "I never felt nothing like it. You have certainly learned a lot since we messed around last, Marty. How old were we then?"

I felt something warm enveloping my penis. With no warning, Frank had decided to put his recent lesson into practise, and he showed me that he was a fast learner. I looked down at his bobbing head, and my incredible lust was mixed with feelings of love and tenderness toward my angel. Unfortunately all the stimulation of the past half hour had been too much for me, and Frank had very little time to practise before I hissed at him, "Sweetheart I'm – ugh – coming, take it out your mouth quick!"

Frank however just carried on with renewed energy, and gave a quick shake of his head. I exploded violently into Frank's mouth. He choked briefly, then swallowed down my spunk, cleaning me off with a good lick all over my dick.

"It's slimy and tastes salty," Frank announced, wrinkling his nose, "But it's not too bad – I'll get used to it! How did I do, Marts?"

Mark had been lying back, his prick flaccid, watching the action with curious interest. I rolled toward Frank and took him in my arms. Frank's cock was still rampant, begging for release. "Your turn, sweetheart," I told him, and slid down to take him in my lips.

Frank pulled my head back to his chest. "Do me with your hand," he insisted, "I want Mark to see me spunk!"

I smiled and cuddled Frank and I ran my hand down his body and stroked his pole teasingly.

Mark was up on one elbow looking intently. "Shit, Frankie, are you pissing yourself?"

I looked at Mark and raised my eyebrows. "That's not piss mate," I asserted, "Feel it"

Mark wiped a finger through the pool of liquid. "Wow, Frankie, you make more of that stuff than I do!"

Frank looked at Mark and grinned broadly, and then his lips drew back in a gasp as I began to move his foreskin up and down. This time, despite the diminutive size of Frank's equipment, I used my whole fist around his slender shaft. Frank looked down to see how I was holding him. "Ugh – don't forget to let Mark see me squirt," he reminded me.

"I won't," I assured him, and sped up my action, varying the pressure of my hand, and using my other hand on the soft flesh between his legs, every now and again making a brief excursion to rub his hole – but I did not intend to seek entry, it was all too new for Frank to take that step yet.

Frank proved to be even more vocal than he had been on Friday. His short cries and yelps were practically shouts, and he was obviously lost in the sensations I was giving him as he writhed and bucked on the sofa. Like Mark and I, he was far too worked up to last long, and I soon felt the telltale signs of an impending orgasm. "Ugh – Quick – Ugh, I'm gonna – Oooh –"

I changed to a three-finger grip, made sure Frank's foreskin was pulled back enough to see his slit and nudged Mark just before Frank's shaft gave a strong twitch. Spurt ... spurt ... spurt, and then unbelievably a fourth spurt came out of his slit. The first spurt was so powerful it went right over Frank's head and made a tiny wet patch on the sofa. The second hit his chin, the third hit his chest, but the last spurt was just a small dribble that clung to his foreskin. There was very little volume in any of the spurts – they were only small drops, and still completely clear. But they were expelled more powerfully than anything I had seen before.

Mark looked awestruck. "Frankie, that was absolutely incredible!" he said in wonder. Frankie did not reply, he was drenched in sweat and laying back exhausted. I tapped Mark's arm and pointed to Frank's penis, which had reverted to it's "acorn mode" almost immediately after Frank had cum. Mark shook his head, "Incredible," he remarked.

"Martin," Mark addressed me in his serious voice as we lay flat on our backs together in a post-orgasmic haze. Frankie had fallen almost instantly asleep.

"This is going to sound bad and I don't want you to take it the wrong way, but Marty, I don't want to do this again."

"Mark, I'm glad you said that," I replied, "I'm not keen on a repeat myself, I really only did it because you looked like you wanted to, and Frank was curious – and I'm a randy bastard of course. I know I got worked up, but I really just wanna be your friend, I don't have those sort of feelings for you now. Is that what you were gonna say as well? Besides, I don't want Frank to have to share me with his big brother!"

"Exactly," agreed Mark, "We feel the same way about this. Look, I'm not saying that this was a mistake or that I didn't enjoy it – in fact you were almost as good as humping Sue! I think with all the things that have just happened, I just sort of needed to get it out of my system. I needed to make sure that it was only Sue I was really interested in. God knows how, but somehow getting worked up with you and doing stuff just one last time sort of rounded off that phase of my life, and it makes it easier to give Sue all my attention – sexually, I mean. You are still my best friend"

"Shit, you can say that again," agreed Mark, "And Frankie makes enough noise to wake the dead!"

Mark and I sat bolt upright. Framed in the doorway, hands on hips looking down on us was Sue!