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By villager@hushmail.me

Babysitting Frank – Part 6

continued from part 5...

My father showed her to the door, because mother did not seem to be able to stand up.

"Be a gentleman and walk Sarah home, Marty," my dad called to me as he was opening the door for Sue.

"Thank you so much for that naughty red thing," Sue said to him quietly. "I hope they don't wear out too quickly!"

As soon as the bell rang to indicate it was time for break at school the following day, Mark and I walked together to the football field where we would meet Sue, and the three of us sat on the grass to eat our sandwiches, just as we usually did if the weather was not bad.

"What the bloody heck did you do that for last night?" I said to Sue as soon as we met up.

"What are you talking about?" asked Mark. I filled him in on what had happened.

"It was an idea I got from something Mark's dad said," Sue said.

"Huh? My dad? What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"Well, you remember your dad made you go to the shops with your mum yesterday, to help her carry the stuff back for tea?" Sue asked Mark.

"Yeah," said Mark, "I've never had to do that before."

"Well, while you two were out, your dad started chatting to me," Sue continued, "It was a bit awkward at first because I knew that he knows that we ... you know?"

"Yeah," said Mark sympathetically, "I can imagine."

"Yeah, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be – your dad is really nice, Mark. He said that he was really pleased that I had come into your life, and said that it seemed to him that you were unsure of things after we first started going out, but that you had become a lot happier since the weekend and he thought we had developed a strong relationship. He also said that he hoped I would never get so carried away that I forgot basic safety procedures, and of course I knew what he meant – but he said it in a way that I didn't feel embarrassed."

"Gosh," said Mark, "I never knew dad took much notice of what I was doing."

"Mmmm. He said that a father is always pleased when their son – um – I think he said, `starts off on the path of life.' Then he said that Marty was also looking a lot happier recently, and that he had heard that his dad thinks that he also has found a girlfriend."

"Oh?" I exclaimed, surprised, "Mark's dad said that?"

"Yes," confirmed Sue, "Then he said that it was a shame, because Marty's dad will probably realise his mistake after a few weeks, and it was a great pity that Mark couldn't bring an understanding girl home to meet his parents on the odd occasion so that they didn't end up disappointed. And that gave me the idea."

"But Mark's dad doesn't know I haven't got a girlfriend" I said.

"I think he does," contradicted Sue, "I said to him that maybe you'll get a girlfriend soon."

"And what did dad say to that?" asked Mark.

"That was odd," said Sue, "He said that he didn't think that any girl was ever going to be that lucky."

Mark and I looked at each other, surprised.

"Then he said that in any case Frankie was very happy that Marty has enough spare time to look after him and would be upset if Marty got a new friend who took up his time instead."

"Huh?" said Mark, "You don't think ... "

We looked at each other speculatively. "Nah," we said in unison after a few seconds, laughing at the idea.

We then talked about Phil and his mum, and those extraordinary events.

"It's messed up Sue's and my afternoon though," said Mark – but he was smiling to show he wasn't too annoyed.

"Why is that?" Sue asked.

"Oh, of course you wouldn't know," Mark said, "Mum didn't go to work today, so the house is not available for us to do stuff."

"Why, what's she doing?" Sue asked, looking a little crestfallen.

"She arranged with Gary's mum to take Phil's mum out for a meal at dinnertime," said Mark, "And apparently a few other friends of hers and Mrs Wheeler are going as well. She said they were going to welcome Phil's mum to the community and make sure she gets settled in OK. I think they are all coming back to our house in the afternoon so it's gonna be a real mother's meeting that I'm gonna stay clear of."

"In that case," declared Sue, "I'm afraid you and Frankie are gonna have guests this afternoon at your house, Marty, because it's forecast to rain and I'm not sitting in Abbot's wood getting soaked!"

Mark and I entered Mark's house after school, to be greeted by a living room full of chattering women. I spotted Phil's mum immediately, she was looking very happy, and as she saw Mark and I, she waved a greeting. Mark's mother looked around to see who she was waving at, and greeted us, and a string of, "Hellos" were exchanged with everyone else present. Frank was sitting on a dining room chair looking bored, but he perked up as soon as he saw us.

"Where's Gary?" I asked Frank, knowing that his mother never left him alone, and assumed he would therefore have been dragged out with her.

Mrs. Wheeler heard my query, and chipped in, "Gary is at home. I don't normally like leaving him, but Gary begged me to allow him to stay at home with Phil, and I decided it would be alright. Phil seems such a grown-up and responsible young man, it is hard to believe they are the same age. I asked Frankie if he would like to join them, but he said he would wait for his brother to get home from school."

"You don't need to worry," Phil's mother assured her, "I am sure our boys will be taking good care of each other."

I was absolutely certain that they would be.

"Well I hope they cope alright and the place is not in a mess when I get back," Gary's mother worried.

"I'm sure Gary and Phil have it all in hand and will keep everything straight, Mrs. Wheeler," I reassured her, glancing at Frank, who gave a sudden snort as he suppressed his laughter. I reflected that Sue had had a terrible influence on me.

"I'll get you a drink," Mark's mother said to Mark and I, "Would you like some sandwiches as well?"

"Don't worry, mum," Mark answered for us both, "We're off to Marty's place now." He turned to Frank, "You can come along as well if you like, Frankie."

Mark and I removed our school jackets, and we all took off our shoes as soon as we got inside my house. Mark and Sue commandeered the sofa, sitting close together, and I sat down on an armchair. Frank climbed up onto my lap, and I cuddled him from behind.

"Gary and Phil told me they had a really great time last night," said Frank, "And you were right, Marts, the camp bed didn't get used much!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Mark, as Sue looked at Frank, puzzled.

"Whoops!" said Frank, "Err ... nothing ... it don't matter."

Mark looked at me and grinned, knowingly.

"I've not said a word!" I protested, seeing the look on Mark's face.

"Anyway," said Frank, "When everyone saw Phil and Gary come to school together and being such mates, they all wanted to talk to Phil, and now he joins in everything!"

"I expect everyone was shy," I conjectured, "And it just needed someone to break the ice."

We chatted some more together, mainly about the events of the previous evening with Mark's dad and Phil's mum.

"Gary's dad seemed to know that your dad would be able to help," I said to Mark, "He said your dad works for the government. What work does he do?"

"I'm not sure," said Mark, "Dad never talks about his work. I asked him once when I was little, and he said that his job was to find out what was happening and give advice to people who could do whatever needed to be done. Which I still don't understand."

Our chatter trailed off, and Sue nuzzled her head against Mark's cheek. Mark pulled her head around and gave her a brief kiss. Sue grabbed the side of Mark's head and gave him a much longer kiss. Frank turned his head toward me, and I figured that Sue obviously knew all there was to know about Frank and I, so I gave him a kiss as well. Frank twizzled his whole body around to face me, and we wrapped our arms around each other and closed our eyes as we snogged unashamedly. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and glanced across to Mark and Sue, and saw that they were now both lying on the sofa, and Sue was pulling Mark's shirt off. I moved my hands to Frank's waist and lifted his jumper and T-shirt, and he raised his arms to allow me to pull them together over his head. Immediately Frank started wrestling with the buttons of my shirt. It was impossible to remove while he was pressing me against the back of the arm chair, and so Frank rolled himself backwards off my lap, and pulled me with him off the chair and onto the thick pile of the carpet, tugging my shirt off me in the process. I saw that Sue no longer had her top on. Mark had a hand under one of the cups of her pale pink bra, and their mouths were locked together. I fondled one of Frank's small brown nipples, and it became hard and pointed under my fingers. Frank ran his hand down the front of my trousers and grasped my hard penis through my underpants. I undid the fastening on the front of Frank's trousers, and with the waistband thus loosened, I could slip both hands down the back and fondle his smooth bottom.

A movement on the sofa made me look up, and I saw that Sue was now completely topless. She had full breasts with large rounded nipples inside dark circles. Mark had his face on her breast and was sucking one of those nipples noisily, while his hands were pushing her skirt down her legs, revealing a pair of white frilly knickers beneath. Frank must have also noticed Mark and Sue, and he had undone my trousers, and was pulling down on the legs, trying to get them off me.

"Would you like us to go to my bedroom?" I whispered very quietly to Frank, my mouth close to his ear.

"Let's stay here and watch Sue and Mark," he whispered his reply, finally getting his foot between my legs and pushing my trousers down to my ankles. I managed to pull my foot out of one of the legs while I pushed Frank's trousers down to his feet. I gave a jerk of my other foot, and my trousers flicked a short distance across the carpet. Frank's legs gave a kick, and his trousers sailed over our heads to land on the armchair.

"Good shot!" I heard Sue say quietly, and I saw that her skirt was lying on the carpet beneath the sofa, with Mark's trousers lying beside it. Mark's hand was down the front of her knickers, and Sue was now tugging at his underpants, but the elastic had snagged on his very obvious erection. Frank had stripped off his own pants, and so was now completely naked, his young cock begging stiffly for my attention. As I lifted up so that Frank could remove my last item of clothing, Sue hugged Mark and rolled off the sofa onto the carpet, laying diagonally to Frank and I, pulling Mark's now completely naked body on top of her. Mark finally stripped Sue's knickers off her, and as Sue straightened her leg, her foot brushed the back of Frank's shoulder. Frank turned and shifted down my body, positioning himself so that he could look up between Sue's legs. I moved down as well, so that my face was next to Frank's, and I licked his ear.

Frank whispered to me quietly, "I've never seen a girl's before."

I think Sue must have heard, because she opened her legs and repositioned herself to give Frank a better view. Frank knelt up, moving for a closer examination. Sue propped herself up on an elbow, and took Frank's wrist in her hand. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows questionly as she drew Frank's hand toward her groin. I smiled and nodded at Sue, giving her permission to satisfy Frank's curiosity. Frank stroked Sue's pussy tentatively, moving his head for a closer look. Mark moved around beside Frank, and put a hand under one of Sue's knees as a hint, and Sue lay back and raised her legs up. Now fully exposed, Mark pulled her labia apart and probed her vagina with his finger, showing Frank the most secret parts of a girl. Curious myself, I asked quietly, "Where's that ..."

Mark pulled at the top of Sue's slit, and indicated the part he had spoken of, stroking it gently and causing Sue to moan and buck her hips slightly. Frank ran his finger experimentally around Sue's vaginal opening, and she let out a louder moan. I noticed that Sue was very wet, and the carpet was becoming soaked beneath her.

His curiosity satisfied, Frank scrambled back to me and pulled me back down to the carpet, hugging me to him. He put his lips close to my ear and whispered, "Yuk!" Mark and Sue giggled, indicating that his whisper had not been quiet enough!

Sue then reached for her bag, and rummaged inside it until she found what she wanted. She extracted a familiar square packet and a tube of lube. Frank again looked on curiously as she tore open the packet and extracted the prophylactic, and then grasping Mark's rampant tool, which by this time was dripping goo onto the carpet, she skinned back his foreskin and expertly rolled on the jonnie. She then squeezed out some transparent substance from the tube, and smeared it liberally over the rubber. Sue looked at me to attract my attention, and silently patted the carpet beside her, moving her head to indicate that I should lie down beside her. Puzzled, I followed her suggestion.

"Marty, you copy me, and Frank copy Mark," she instructed quietly. Intrigued, I lay back beside Sue, our shoulders touching. Mark moved to kneel between Sue's legs, and lifted them onto his shoulders. Frank grinned at Mark and did the same with my legs. Mark grabbed the tube of lube, and squeezing some out onto his fingers, reached across and smothered Frank's cock. I suddenly realised what Mark and Sue must have planned as Mark dove down and penetrated Sue forcefully. Sue gave a loud cry, as Frank looked down at me, puzzled. "Come here, sweetheart," I said to Frank, and pulled him down on top of me, keeping my legs high in the air. Frank suddenly grinned in understanding as his small but extremely hard tool touched between my legs. I reached down my hand and guided him toward my hole. The small size of his penis coupled with the generous amount of lubricant enabled Frank to enter me easily, causing me not the slightest discomfort, but the incredible feeling as he slipped past my sphincter made me gasp loudly. Frank started humping eagerly, then suddenly his penis slid out and rubbed alongside my scrotum. I quickly moved my hand around and put him back inside me. Sue was making loud cries, and Mark was grunting as he thrust and thrust into Sue. Frank moved his lips onto mine and we embraced as we kissed as he humped. Frank's thrusts became more urgent, and suddenly he was out of me again! I moved my hand down once again, and this time kept hold of him as he humped so that he would not slip out.

Frank was obviously enjoying this new method immensely, and was making loud cries, drowned out however by the noises that Sue was making. Mark's sweat was spraying over Frank's back and my face as his movements became frenzied, and he was grunting loudly. Suddenly Frank pushed hard and cried out, "Oh Marts" and I felt him pulse inside me.

Frank collapsed on top of me, spent, and we embraced. "You need to cum now," Frank whispered to me.

"I already have, sweetheart," I told him – and it was true.

I realised that it had become quiet, and Mark was lying almost motionless on top of Sue, panting heavily.

"Marty?" Sue said after a while.

"Yeah?"

"If there's time a bit later, could you teach me how to give a blowjob, because Mark says I'm bloody useless."

Frank suddenly piped up excitedly, "I can teach you, Sue!"

And about an hour later, he did.

Then it was time to clean up and get dressed before my parents got back.

Mark and Frank left to go home, while Sue stayed a short while, and left just as my parents arrived, waving to them as she walked quickly to her house in the light drizzle that had started falling earlier.

Dad winked at me as he entered the house, "Did you have a good afternoon, son?" I nodded.

Dad entered the living room while my mother was shaking her umbrella in the hall. Dad sniffed the air, and suddenly bustled my mother into the kitchen, asking her if she could make us some tea.

"I thought I'd put my feet up for five minutes before making the tea," mum protested,

"I'm particularly peckish today, dear," said dad, "Would you mind preparing it straight away?"

Dad glared daggers at me as he opened a few windows in the living room, shaking his head. He then sat in an armchair and opened a newspaper in front of his face, cutting off any communication. Ten minutes later my mother entered with a cup of tea each for dad and myself. As mum handed my tea to me, I saw dad glance under his newspaper to the coffee table beside him. I saw a shocked look on his face, and looked toward the table myself. On it was Mark's very obviously used condom. As mum turned to give dad his tea, he dropped his newspaper onto the coffee table.

"I was just going to put your tea there!" mum chided him.

"Sorry, dear," said dad, sliding the newspaper off the table. I saw that the condom had disappeared.

"Throw this paper in the dustbin, Martin, there's a good lad," dad ordered me, "It's full of rubbish today."

"I saw Jack Armstrong this morning," Dad remarked later as we all sat at the table eating our tea. "He popped into the offices." Dad works in the council's administration department.

"What was he doing there?" asked mum, "I thought Jack worked in London?"

"I'm not sure," dad replied, "He was seeing someone in the environmental health department, and I don't have much to do with them. He popped into my office for a chat though, and it seems that his son Mark has got himself a girlfriend as well."

"Oh, said mum, "Has he met her?"

"Yes," said dad, "Her name is Sue, and Jack says she seems quite a bright and perceptive young lady. I told him that we met Martin's girlfriend last night, and he seemed quite surprised. Oddly, he asked me what Sarah had been wearing, and then said he is sure he has seen Martin with her a few times."

I was staring fixedly at my plate.

"Oh, and he asked me to ask Martin whether he could do him a favour," dad looked at me. "Apparently his youngest son, Frankie, is very good artistically and has good results in most subjects at school, but has not been doing too well in his maths studies, and Jack wondered whether you might be able to give him a bit of a hand after school. He said that he thought you and young Frankie were very similar in many respects, and was sure that you would be of great help to his son so long as you let him learn at his own pace and didn't push him too hard."

I choked on my sandwich.

"I hope you'll consider it, Martin," mum said, "I know that Sarah is probably taking up a lot of your time, but if you had Frankie round here for lessons, you could still keep Sarah company, and Frank would help keep things a little more – err – restrained."

There were six of us sitting in the café early Friday evening. Gary and Phil had joined Sue, Mark, Frank and myself at one of the tables. Gary's mother was completely against the idea of Gary going out without adult supervision in the evening, but her husband had over-ruled her, and said that Gary would never grow up properly if she molly-coddled him. I must say that there had been quite a remarkable change in Gary, he seemed considerably more mature than the boy of just a few days ago. Neither Gary nor Phil had ever played on a pinball machine before, and the rest of us were enjoying ourselves tremendously teaching them how the game was played.

Phil had told us how completely different his life had become. He was dressed in smart clothes that fitted him perfectly. His mother had been at home with him every day since the fateful evening, and although she would be starting work the following Monday, she would still be with him most of the time he was home, the same as mine and Frank's parents, though Phil had been spending more time at Gary's house that week than at his own. With the worry she had lived with all her life lifted from her shoulders, his mother was a changed person, happy and carefree, and Phil said that she was treating him like a king, and waiting on him hand and foot. Gary's mother had drawn her into her wide community of friends, and they had insisted on stocking Phil's mother's larder `until she gets settled', and even provided some furniture to replace the packing boxes that Phil was used to using instead of tables and chairs – and Phil was sleeping for the first time on a real bed instead of a mattress on the floor.

The "tilt" light had just come up for the third time, and I again attempted to explain to Phil that he had to be careful how hard he nudged the machine, when Ollie approached us.

Ollie was not his real name – he was the 25 year old son of the café owners, but `Ollie' was the closest we could come to pronouncing the name his Greek parents had given him, and he was invariably jovial and friendly. He shook Phil and Gary's hands and said he was pleased to welcome new customers to his father's café, and joked that he hoped they would spend lots of money. He then tutted at the tilt light on the machine, and using his key, lifted up the entire front of the machine to show us the "tilt" mechanism, explaining the technique to obtain the biggest nudges whilst avoiding a premature ending of the game by tripping the mechanism. He then reached over to a solenoid and clicked up five free games for us to use!

He said he was particularly happy that evening because his father had just told him that he was going to set up Ollie with his own café to manage on the other side of town. When he mentioned the name, we realised that it was the café that Phil's mum had worked for, and I told Ollie that I did not know it was changing ownership.

"It has only very recently become available," Ollie told us, "The previous owner has just had a remarkable run of bad luck, and has had to give it up. Apparently some inspectors from the council paid the café a visit while the owner was in hospital having a broken nose attended to, and they closed it down on health grounds, then the police arrested him on suspicion of selling alcohol without a licence, then his bank called in his business loan and the café became bankrupt. And now, apparently the Borders Agency is questioning him in connection with employing illegal immigrants. I think he must have offended someone very important."

We all looked at each other dumbfounded. "I heard he was a fat bastard anyway," said Frank, and we all burst out laughing, and after a pause, Ollie joined in.

I accepted the position of Frank's maths tutor, obviously. In fact, I even took it seriously enough to give Frank some real lessons, and it may have been because of our close relationship, but I discovered I had a talent for explaining the various concepts in a way that Frank understood, and his maths grades improved quite dramatically.

The Summer holidays marking the end of the school term came along in due course. During the last week of the holidays, Mark and Frank's family were going to France on holiday, and Mark's father invited Sue and I to join them. It was an idyllic time on the Southern Atlantic coast. The holiday home that Mark's dad had rented had four bedrooms, and to Mark and Sue's chagrin, Mark's mother made up the sleeping arrangements, placing Mark and Sue in separate rooms, and me in with Frank. She apologised to Frank and I that due to an obvious mistake that her husband had made when booking the place, our room contained only one double bed, but we assured her that we would be able to put up with sleeping in the same bed. Mark's father however slipped Sue the key to the connecting door between their rooms, making her promise not to let it be known to Mark's mother. As Frank and I were unpacking in our allocated bedroom, Mark's father said quietly to me, "Be very discrete when Frank's mother is around." Fortunately our room was at the opposite end of the house to the master bedroom, and Frank was by then managing to keep his voice down a little.

One day of the holiday, Mark's mother and father went on an all-day tour of a local city, and left us alone for the day. Before they left in the morning, and when his wife was not present, Mr. Armstrong suggested to the four of us that we might all enjoy spending the day at a particular local beach, which he said was particularly good for sun-tanning. We took his suggestion, and were surprised to find that there was a sign on the beach that announced "Nudity Obligatory" in 3 languages, and the people we saw on the beach were very obviously obeying its instruction. We all discovered how pleasurable it was to experience the freedom of naturism, and swimming in the sea without the encumbrance of a costume was an especially satisfying experience. Thereafter it became our favourite venue, though Frank's mother and father never joined us – which we were in fact very grateful for.

All too soon the Summer holiday was over, and Frank, Phil and Gary joined the bottom class in the school that Mark, Sue and I were starting our final year. We all enjoyed an active sex life, but that aspect of my relationship with Frank diminished to some degree, whilst our love seemed to grow in magnitude. Gary and Phil did however join in with Frank's `maths lessons' on several occasions, and we had fun working out various ways that a foursome could physically interact, and Frank and I got to know Gary and Phil's bodies extremely well indeed.

It was four months later, when Mark, Sue, Frank and I were having tea at Frank's house, as had become a regular pattern that we discovered the true extent of what Frank had initiated when he befriended Phil. Mark's father had started the discussion about Phil's mother, by saying that he was expecting an announcement on the 9 o'clock news that concerned those events.

That prompted me to ask Mr. Armstrong what his job with the government was, exactly.

"I am an advisor," he replied.

"What is that?" I asked, "I mean what do you do, exactly."

Mr. Armstrong sighed. "It's complicated, Marty, and concerns politics, which I doubt is of much interest to you."

"We learned about the government and elections and stuff at school," I said, "Do you mean that?"

"Well, they teach you what's on the surface, but that has very little to do with how the country is run, Marty. Look, seeing that you asked, the fact is that having an election that changes the government every few years just could not work."

"Huh?" I said, "But that's what happens, isn't it?"

"Not really," said Mark's dad, "The idea that a different set of people could come along and change the way everything is done every few years is ridiculous – nothing would get finished. Besides, politicians only know about politics, they don't know how to make things work. You might go to a bank to get money to buy a house, but you wouldn't expect the banker to design the house or build it, would you?"

"No," he continued, "The politicians, all of them, are simply the people who hold the power needed to do things, just as bankers hold the money to do things. They don't actually know what needs to be done or how to do it, they have to be told where and how to apply their power. That's where people such as myself come in. We do all the grunt-work, find out what needs to be done and work out how to do it, and the politicians take the credit and get all the glory. Or are chucked out if we get it wrong of course. We stay in our jobs whatever government gets in, so we just use different faces from time to time to continue getting the jobs done, which provides the country with the continuity that is required. You discovered something that was kept so well hidden that we did not know it was going on. I only found out recently. You lot have probably changed history – though nobody is going to find out of course."

"Huh?" I was completely confused.

"Rosie was part of a deliberate plot from a tinpot country to gain control of some of our key politicians – it was basically a blackmail plot. Not that Rosie knew anything of course – she was simply a poor child who was abused to achieve someone else's political aims. Not all wars are fought with guns and bullets and bombs, you know."

"I still don't understand," I said. Mark was looking equally puzzled, and Frank obviously hadn't the faintest idea what his dad was talking about.

"The news is coming on," said Mark's dad, and got up to watch the TV set. Curious, we all trooped in to watch as well, even though it was not a program we were usually very interested in.

"A press release issued from the Home Office announced that the police and other agencies today closed down a major child trafficking operation that originated in Uganda and is believed to have begun over fifteen years ago," the voice of the newscaster announced from the TV set. "This followed the culmination of a four month long investigation that was initiated after information was received from a former victim who had managed to escape her captors." The TV picture switched to an image of a large house with police cars outside and many police officers present. "Over twenty children, some as young as six, and including children of both African and European origin, were rescued this morning from this house in Watford, and are now being looked after by social services. The house was being used to imprison children who had been smuggled into the United Kingdom from Uganda and elsewhere and forced to work as prostitutes. The Home Secretary, Mr. James Callaghan, stated that the house, which was owned by the Ugandan government, had had its diplomatic status removed prior to the raid. Several members of the staff of the Ugandan Embassy in London who are believed to have been involved in both the trafficking operation and the sexual abuse of some of the children have left the United Kingdom and returned to Uganda."

"Phil was born in Watford," Frank suddenly made the connection.

"Yes," said Frank's father. "You are probably looking at the house he was born in."

"I still don't understand, Mr. Armstrong." I said, "What has that got to do with any of our politicians?"