Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2018 16:46:42 +0200 (CEST)
From: MuDPhuD <coybum@tutanota.com>
Subject: Fallback Sitter - 3 (Revised)

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Fallback Sitter - 3
by MuDPhuD

Frankie was down in the basement, wearing my old t-shirt and anxiously
waiting for me. Jolene had another date with Bob the accountant when she
dropped Frankie off. This was the first time Frankie was over my house and
it was packed with family for my game tomorrow. The fact that the shy boy
would rather sleep in a musky basement than spend a night alone spoke to
his loneliness. Jolene's overprotective nature meant she never liked
bringing any overnight dates which naturally meant Frankie was often
alone. Perhaps because Frankie didn't look a day over 10, many of the kids
in his grade treated him like a younger classmate. As the runt of the 7th
grade, puberty wouldn't touch him for another 3 years. By the time I
finished college and Frankie entered high school, I had become his
substitute father, older brother, and sole confidant.

Bounding down the stairs to the cool, dimly lit cellar. Frankie looked up
from his book and gave me his signature crooked smirk. In the past
fortnight, the typically reserved and somber boy transformed into a warm
and expressive one. As I sat down next to him, he immediately stood up and
straddled my hips. Eagerly clutching me, he wrapped his thin arms around my
chest.

"You don't have work tonight, do you?" Frankie mumbled through my chest, "I
missed you."

"I missed you too," I hugged back as the 7th grader subtly ground his
pelvis further into me. Kissing his unblemished forehead, Frankie purred
and cuddled further into my chest. Then, as I inhaled his soft rusty curls,
the scents of a day's worth of boy activities. I could smell just how clean
he made certain parts of himself.

"Can I still come see you play tomorrow?" Frankie asked pushing himself off
and looking at me. His sly smile twitched as he continued, "Mom said I can
come to your game only if I can get a ride back. She's got work."

"Yeah I can give you a ride back, but the game's not until 11, so we can
grab some Denny's before," I replied back, running my hands under his shirt
and along his soft warm back. We'd been fucking for more than a month now;
in my car, in the field parking lot, even in Jolene's garage. I hadn't
looked after him for over 3-weeks but we've been seeing each other
discreetly. Our nightly rendezvous worked around my pizza delivery gig or
college games. On quiet nights, he'd sneak out his house and keep me
company as I delivered pizzas. Sometimes, we'd park on a quiet road and
Frankie would ride my cock until I pumped him full of cum. Other times,
he'd just sit on my cock while we drove around looking for pot holes. When
my team won a game, Frankie would wear my jersey as I fucked him behind his
house. If we lost, he'd still lick and suck the head of my cock to cheer me
up.

Frankie moaned right into my left ear as my finger traced Frankie's petite
and lightly defined torso. Traveling from his sensitive nipples to his
smooth pits elicited a long muffled groan.  "No! Don't!" He squealed as my
fingers dug further into his sides. "I'll scream!" He giggled as I teased
him further.

"If you do, someone will come down and investigate," I warned Frankie, my
hands wandering down to cradle his boy bottom. "Do you want my mom to come
down and see just how naughty you are?"

The skinny boy pushed his face against my chest to muffle his tickled yelp
and pushed my hands away from his sides. "No...don't...tickle
me...so...hard!"

Gently, my hands returned to his sides as I eased him and promised him I
wouldn't tickle him again. I lied. Just as his doll eyes looked at me, my
fingers curled and attacked his sides. Frankie's caterwauling and
subsequent desire for freedom got a loud response from upstairs.

"CHARLES! What the hell's going on down there?" The long silhouette of my
mother peaked from the top of the stairs. Frankie almost jumped out of his
skin and tried scurrying from my hold.

"Nothing! Just adjusting something on the speakers," I shouted back, still
holding on to Frankie, waiting to see if my mother would come
downstairs. My fingers under his shirt, teasing his sensitive nipples
evoked a soft moan from the boy.

"Well, stop fuckin' around!" She shouted, shutting the basement door behind
her. I returned to Frankie with a widest shit-eating grin.

"Stop that! You almost got us caught!" Frankie scolded, punching my pecs
lightly before curling himself back onto me. Cupping his pert, muscular
butt on both my hands, I jiggled and massaged them. "Haha! No! Charlie stop
playing with my butt!"

"Did you clean your poop hole today?" I whispered as the 12-year-old pushed
his ass back suggestively, both of us clearly aroused. Ever since I taught
him how to clean his asshole, he's told me each and every time he's cleaned
it and how it felt. He sure doesn't mind having to freshen himself in
exchange for the things I promised him. Frankie's emerald eyes bore into
him as he nodded steadily and expectantly.

"Yeah, I did, right after Bob called and invited Mom out." Frankie laid his
head against my chest recounting his preparation. "Mom was in the bathroom
forever, so I had to clean my butt in the downstairs bathroom."

"Oh, yeah?" I retorted, digging my fingers in the space between his soft
flesh and tighty-whities. Guiding him over me as I leaned over his shoulder
to check his size-too small briefs. Frankie would thrust back against my
hand as I inspected his spotless, crisp, cotton-clad bottom. He's told me
he got teased last time he wore these classic undies to school, so I told
him to wear them when he comes over. Now, he slips them on when he spends
quality time with me.

"Yeah but I fingered myself real good," Frankie looked straight at me and
added, "but my fingers couldn't reach my fun button."

"That's fine," I whispered back, helping him take his shirt off. His plain
white Hanes Y-fronts peaked 2-inches above his jeans. Heat radiated from
Frankie as I hugged him close and gently grazed the purring boy's upper
back and sides. "You like it better when I find your button for you,
right?"

"Yeah, I do," Frankie sighed, laying his head on me. The combination of his
gyrating hips and the fact I hadn't seen Frankie in over 3 days, my
erection tented my basketball shorts and a dark wet spot soon
formed. Scooting forward, I lifted him up, and flipped him on his
back. Pinned to the floor with my body weight, Frankie instinctively spread
his legs apart on the blanket so my cock was wedged comfortably on his
groin. "Mom got a new scented wash for the bathroom," Frankie chuckled and
squirmed against me.

"Really?" I asked, pinning his hands above his head and taking long sniffs
and licks at his preteen armpits. Frankie bucked harder, trying to break my
hold on his hands. "Don't tell me, I'm gonna guess what it is." I sighed
into his lips as I moved my tongue down his sunburnt neck, to his defined
chest, and pausing at his tender belly. The strawberry smell grew stronger
the closer I approached his pelvis. Meanwhile, the salty tang of boy sweat
was sweetest by the time I reached his belly button.

"No! Don't stick your tongue in there!" Frankie gasped, his head turned and
biting his left fist to stifle any noise. Withdrawing my tongue, I reached
for his waist, unbuttoning then unzipping his jeans. Grasping the waistband
of his pants, this time, pulling them off in one smooth motion. This felt
like Christmas, unwrapping that one present you've been waiting for all
year. Exposing the white cotton Y-fronts, then his pale pink coltish
thighs, knobbly knees, and smooth calves.

"Wow! Frankie you look so good!" I panted, tracing my fingers along the
boy's side until I reached his underwear. Before slipping underneath the
elastic waistband, I ran my hands up and down the small of his
back. Shivering slightly, goose pimples peppered Frankie's pale, soft bum.

Bringing his sock covered left foot to my nose, I sniffed and asked, "Did
you use stinky feet soap?" Frankie wiggled his toes as I peeled the sock
off. Starting with his pinky toe, I kissed each toe before swirling my
tongue around his big toe. Frankie LOVED getting his feet kissed and sucked
but would adamantly denied this fact. His size 5.5 boy feet were picture
perfect and deserved to be worshiped. As I slipped his right sock off, my
mouth watered in anticipation. Small, plump, and boyish, I kissed his soles
gingerly. Running my stubbly chin along the tender insoles, Frankie
alternate from sighing to groaning all while wiggling his toes faster. Once
my tongue worked between each of his right toes, Frankie's panting soon
transformed to faint giggles. Waiting until he caught his breath and
settled down, I started licking each of his toes until he begged me to
stop.

"Come on, are you gonna guess my new soap?" Frankie pulled away and pushed
my chest away with his slick right foot. Grinning at him, I spread his legs
apart, brought my nose to his y-fronts, and inhaled deeply. My heart rate
pulsed as the strong mix of boy sweat mixed with floral strawberry. "Ahh!
No! Stop!"

"Is it kiwi?" I asked, burying my nose right into Frankie's crotch and
deeply inhaling again. His erection pressed hard against the tight briefs
and yearned for my warm mouth.

"Nope!" Frankie giggled, grabbing my head as he humped his hips into me. My
heart rate spiked again as I pulled his underwear just past his knees.

"Hmm...is it tropical flavor?" I pondered as I floated on cloud
nine. Taking his cloth covered balls into my mouth, it took every ounce of
self-control not to rip his underwear clean off. Frankie never took his
eyes off me as I inspected his butt.

"Nope...is my butt clean enough?" The red head spread his legs further,
fingered himself then inspecting the digit with his nose. Nothing would
make me happier than to spend hours just playing and massaging his
rump. "It doesn't smell bad, does it?" The exposed boy waited anxiously for
my verdict. A few nights ago, I had made an offhand comment that he didn't
clean his butt well. I knew I had hurt his feelings despite the lusty blow
job he later gave.

"Baby, it's perfect," I kissed his underwear covered perineum. Considering
his gentle and mellow nature, he grabbed my head and pushed it further into
him. Frankie was so eager to please and afraid to disappoint, one could
almost sympathize with just how emotionally charged and confusing having me
poke and lick his hole.

Here I am, a man who has sole access to Frankie's most secret
place. Constantly reminding him of the embarrassing procedures his mom
still imposes on him. Boys Frankie's age still holds the core of his
innocence in their bottoms. He told me about how infantile he felt every
time the doctor takes his temperature rectally. When he cleans himself in
preparation for me, he'll complain about how the soap sometimes stings his
bruised hole. Thus, even when I check his bum for cleanliness, for the sole
sexual intention of pumping my cum inside him, he still gets very sensitive
and shy.

Now, remove the very element of embarrassment or surprise, and you'll turn
Frankie into a randy explorer. Whisper gently how you'll wiggle your middle
finger in his butt and he'll beg for a second finger without ever missing a
beat. On the contrary, if that same finger was pushing a suppository, he'll
bury his face in blankets and refuse to look at you. Pausing from rimming
his slightly bruised hole, I looked at him. "Is it strawberry?"

"Yeah! It is!" He laughed, pulling me up as he unwrapped his legs from my
head. Pushing me on my back, Frankie straddled my waist as he yanked my
t-shirt off. The boy would grab my cock through the silky shorts and
squeeze. In just my tented shorts, Frankie turned around and rested his
head against my chest. The boy placed my erection between his thighs and
squeezed randomly. In response, I gave him a bear hug while my hands
wandering down his chest to his inner thighs.

"I missed you so much baby boy." I rocked him gently as we caught our
breathe. "How was school today?" I asked, purposefully slowing things
down. I didn't want to spunk and ruin my shorts.

"It was OK," He exhaled heavily. Thumbing his left nipple, he would shiver
and rub himself against me like a cat.

"Does Mr. Pinto still give out his Friday algebra quizzes?" My right hand
grazed the right leg opening of his briefs. The closer and more focused I
was at caressing his inner thighs, Frankie's nail would throb and try to
poke out. Despite not being able to see his disposition, I could picture
his crooked smile.

"Y-Y-Yeah," Frankie gasped, biting his lower lip and looking up at me. My
fingers had slipped under the hem of his right leg and squeezed his
immature erection.

My lips gently kissing him ear and whispered, "How did you do?"

"Ugh!" Frankie grunted, turning his head to the left so I could properly
tease his ear. "Did my homework," Frankie gasped as I nibbled his earlobe
as I fiddled with the head of his 3.5-inch cock. "I'm hoping...ugh...I
passed it."

"That's my boy," I hushed, removing my hand from his undies, I dragged my
thumb over his cherry red lips. I pushed my index and middle finger between
them until they parted. "Come on and make it nice and wet for me, baby."
Frankie smiled and immediately started nursing ravenously. He looked just
like that first time I fucked him. Bobbing his head furiously, his salivary
glands worked overtime and coated the two digits sufficiently.

"Does my brother still bully you?" Pulling my fingers out of his mouth, I
pushed Frankie's underwear down with my left hand as carefully as my
horniness would allow. My right hand returned to massaging his skinny,
throbbing boy penis. My left fingers rolled his tiny boy marbles before the
tip of my index finger snuck between his pink cheeks.

"No...ahh! He..ahhh...he's nice," Frankie's soprano squeals slowly turning
to a high-pitched whine. In fact, each time the saliva-slick finger entered
the boy, he rocked himself against my immobile digit. "Oohh...owww!"
Frankie's somber expression seemed almost serious as he sought to maximize
contact and begged me to push further into his moist hole.

"God! Frankie, you're hole's really hot," I whispered, pushing a second
finger into his pulsing wrinkle. I loved teasing my boy. Writing the
alphabet on his hole, then drawing concentric circles that gradually grew
smaller as my finger dug deeper into Frankie's preteen bottom. Purposefully
stopping my ministrations, Frankie turned to look at me annoyed.

"Don't stop!"

"You're getting really bossy," I teased back, edging my finger out. I
laughed as I saw the scowl on his face change into a relaxed smile as I
introduced my middle finger, a substantially thicker and longer digit,
right against his outer sphincter muscle.

"Oomphf!" Frankie gasped and humped his 3.5-inch peter against my
wrist. "No I'm not!" The boy held my hand right against his hole and
grinned at me.

"Ooohhh...yes you are," I answered back, the tips of my fingers prodded his
prostate expertly.

"Ahh...Oohh...Mmmph!" Frankie made incomprehensible noises as I increased
pressure against his boy button.

"I think it's time for a certain bossy boy to get the tingles." My tongue
wormed in his ear and pinched his earlobe. "You wanna see where we're gonna
camp tonight?"

Craning his neck towards me, he groaned a wordless response.

"Is that what my Frankie wants? Hmm? I'm gonna lay you down and fuck you on
this blanket? Hmm? You gonna help me with my boner?" Each question was
punctuated with a kiss to Frankie's lips, neck, or nose.

"Ugh! Yes...Yes please."

"Such a polite horny boy!" With a final poke at Frankie's prostate, I
slipped my fingers from his hole. Hooking my arms under his legs, I brought
Frankie to the alcove under the stairs. Frankie's rusty head pressed right
against my chest.

I'd played and teased Frankie long enough. We left the TV area of the
basement littered with my old shirt, Frankie's y-fronts, jeans, and smelly
boy socks. I knew it was dangerous leaving so much evidence out especially
when my parents were upstairs and my siblings were completely
unpredictable, but fuck it. Frankie and I were impatient from all the
slow-paced teasing.

The alcove was compact yet cozy. If anyone came downstairs, you would hear
their thunderous foot steps warn you. A flashlight, some old rags, and a
half-empty bottle of lube were scattered across a dingy and musty smelling
sleeping bag. I would have loved to fuck Frankie on my bed, but I shared a
room with my brother. Gently placing Frankie down, I instructed him to get
comfortable inside the enclosure.

By the time I crawled into the space, Frankie was lying face up, waiting
for me with such a loving look. It was the same look he gives me when we
drive around town.

Frankie was Jolene's only child. Born from a homecoming rape, Franklin
would always wonder who his father was. Jolene, a then 15-year old naive
sophomore, was taken behind the bleachers and shared by the entire starting
senior offensive line. Not wanting to be 'the girl who got raped', Jolene
never reported to the police and actively represses that night. However,
Middletown is a small community and rumors spread like a
conflagration. Thus, Jolene spent the following spring with her aunt and
uncle in Montana until Franklin was born. The summer before her junior
year, she worked hard to regain her figure and the strength to leave
Frankie with Aunt Bertha until she graduated High School. While no one
knows Frankie's biological father, considering James, my father, and
Anthony, my uncle, were part of that offensive team, there was a
one-in-four chance that Frankie could be a close relative.

The somber boy's main defense mechanism was silence. For someone so shy,
his eyes were so expressive that they revealed his most vulnerable
thoughts. Frankie often looks at me with a certain amount of
admiration. since I was the only man in his life, he couldn't mask his
apparent craving for the company and attention of a father figure. Having
grown up with a supportive family, even with my incorrigible siblings, I
wasn't aware such a desire existed.

Frankie leaned up for a kiss. His kisses were as aggressive as they were
clumsy, but always affectionate. He would part his lips and claim dominion
with his tongue. I did the same, dueling and engulfing his tongue with
mine. Boys like Frankie never admitted defeat as their tongues were
untiring organs. Excitedly wriggling and darting for my mouth, it felt good
when Frankie would take my tongue and suck on it. Making out under the
stairs of the basement, the naked Frankie desperately clung to me as his
hands wandered over my back.

Panting and puffing, the boy seemed to hold his breath while we
kissed. Placing a hand on his chest to calm him, I took my time examining
his shapely smooth thighs and hairless pubis. A stiff, slender 3.5-inch
uncut cock with a bubble gum pink head peaked from it's foreskin,
constantly pulsating and begging for attention. At it's base, two
grape-sized boy testicles were encased in a tight scrotum, so light in
color, it looked translucent.

As Frankie finally caught his breath, I leaned down, pulled his legs apart,
and lustily lapped the base of his cock. The tip of my nose was securely
wedged right at the crook of his sack. Deeply inhaling as to catalog the
plethora of scents his boy body exuded. Frankie's scent was singular and
unique in that it was contradictory yet harmonious. The intimate heat he
radiated was fruity, yeasty, and extremely addictive. Moving my tongue up
along the rigid boy boner, I'd flick my tongue to tease his shiny, shy
crown. I'd alter from worshiping that rock hard boy cock and embedding my
tongue against his hole. Every time my tongue went past his sphincter,
Frankie would mew his agreement.

"Charlie..."

"Yeah?"

"More...please..."

Smiling at his flushed request, I swallowed his whole cock. I would swirl
my tongue around before I popped his balls in my mouth.

"Oh...ugh"

"You like that, huh?"

"Um...yeah...it felt really good," Frankie replied back, spreading his legs
further and thrusting his hips to meet my wet, hot mouth. In the month we'd
been spending together, I'd sucked his boyhood enough to know when the
countdown to his climax started. Tonight, I'd be sure to withhold it and
teach him that I, alone, can provide him with sexual gratification.

"Ugh! Come on...I wanna cum!" Frankie pleaded, his timid voice drenched in
irked desperation. Releasing his preteen hardness from my mouth, I kissed
down his thigh and up back to his left foot. Pressing his left sole against
my face, I reveled in the warmth they provided. Planting tender kisses from
his heel, traveling through the arch, Frankie would alter from giggling to
giving me frustrated grimaces. As I lathered his fleshier instep, it didn't
take long for me to cup his left foot in both hands and spread his toes.

Composing myself, I grabbed his ankles as I maneuvered over him, placing
his feet up to hang under my chin. Seeing any naked boy splayed out on his
back is a big deal and a sign that you've completely dominated your
boy. It's said that cats display and offer their bellies only to those they
trust. Naturally paranoid and defensive creatures, to put themselves in
such a vulnerable position, means the world to them. Similarly, Frankie
demonstrated his affection for me when he'd lie naked, on his back, his
toes right against my lips, and his asshole slick with my spit.

"This little piggy goes to school," I said, wiggling his pinky toe as I
kissed it. "This little piggy likes getting his toes sucked." Frankie would
laugh and pretend to struggle against me. "This little piggy likes going on
rides with his big bro." Zeroing in on the gap between his big toe and
second toe, I had my flexible tongue snake out and worship that sweet,
sweaty, gap. Soon, I'd have all five of his toes in my mouth as I ravished
them. As I repeated my foot treatment on Frankie's right foot. Heaving,
Frankie weakly tried to pull his foot away from me.

I loved getting Frankie riled up beyond what any little boy could handle. A
few days after I took his virginity, Frankie vehemently demanded for
release after he took my load in his ass. Spanking his cum-filled ass hard,
I told him I was in charge. I stopped all play, re-dressed, and promptly
left the boy with his pants down his ankles, my cum streaming down his leg,
and crying. Two nights later, Frankie apologized to me and turned into a
patient and completely submissive boy every man wants.

My boy was starting to get antsy by the way his starfish kept puckering at
the lack of attention. Bringing his knees by his ears and exposing his
quivering rosebud to me by further spreading his cheeks, I took my mouth
from his right foot and gave his hole four deep licks.

"Frankie, you've been such a good boy," I licked further, notes of
strawberry still emanating from his ass. "Do you like it when I kiss your
butt hole?"

"Ugh...yeah..."

"You're such a naughty little slut, huh?" I asked before implanting my
tongue right inside.

"Um...No...Charlie...I'm not," Frankie puffed, his green eyes looking
straight at mine. "I'm only yours..." That was all it took for me to let go
of his legs, move forward so I was face-to-face with Frankie, and kissed
him. I wanted him to know just how happy his answer made me.

"You promise no one else has tasted your tasty hole?" I teased, kissing him
as my left hand went down and lightly squeezed his stiff pole.

"I promise," Frankie sighed, pumping his hips against my hand. "Please, can
you lick it again? I made it all clean today."

"I know bud, you taste just like a strawberry," I laughed back, staring at
him tauntingly. Then I scooted down the sleeping bag. Pressing his knees
further back, past his ears, Frankie grunted as my tongue focused on his
pucker. Using just the tip of my tongue, I'd slowly brush the outer,
slightly bruised ring. Lick. Lick. Lick. I only pulled back when I saw his
frantically winking slit was drenched in my spit.

"Nooo..."Frankie whined, his emerald eyes moist from being kept hard and
horny for so long. His forehead glistened, face flushed from exertion, I
moved to face him again. Leaning in for a kiss, he grabbed my neck and
brought me closer. My hearty kiss paled in comparison as Frankie took his
frustrations on my tongue and lips. Maintaining eye contact, the boy knew
his favorite part of the evening was coming.

"I'm so proud of you baby boy," I said, brushing scarlet locks from his
damp forehead. Frankie found it difficult for him to resent me when I
shower him with so much attention and love. Frankie blushed even harder,
his face almost as red as his hair.

Looming over my boy, I traced kisses from his high cheek bones to his
neck. Then move up to his red lips. He would giggle and stick his tongue
out. Then I'd plant more kisses to the tip of his nose until I reached the
gap between his eyebrows. His forehead was still slick but I didn't care,
the salty taste simply added to Frankie's enslaving flavor. I would always
finish by kissing his forehead, right where his mother would kiss him when
she tucked him in bed. It was his reminder that even when I was about to
long-dick or skull fuck him and leave his stomach full of my cum, he's
still just a little boy.

"You know, next time I kiss you like this, my cock's going to be buried
inside you." It was a simple statement but the implication took a toll on
Frankie. I knew taking my cock still hurt him and left him limping after he
left my car or walked back from his garage. But my boy learned just what
happens when you whine and wail with me. "You're not gonna be a slut and
let everyone in the house hear, right?" He turned over on his stomach,
presenting me with his perfect ass.

"Frankie?" I prompted, patting his pale buttocks like bongos. His eyes met
mine, still a little miffed at my last comment.

"Yes, Charles?" He answered a little too formally, still turned away from
me.

"Hey, if you're upset, I can just leave you alone and..." I trailed off
just when Frankie turned and pouted at me. Getting up to leave, the boy
turned back around and grasped my arms tightly.

"No...don't leave...I'm sorry." He knows better than to sass me. I kissed
him again on the lips to apologize as my hands caressed down his lithe body
until I found his hands. Carefully interlacing my fingers with his, I
pinned them over his head. We stayed like that for a bit, my muscular chest
and torso over this skinny preteen. Frankie's breathing grew shallower in
anticipation of my actions. I had turned this middle schooler into a
passive bottom at the mercy of my virile libido.

"Roll over baby boy," I hushed into his ear as I freed his hands. As he
twisted his body and settled on his stomach, the delicious features of his
backside prominently on display. Frankie did as he was told and
subconsciously took both hands and spread his cheeks. Firm, defined, but
with enough muscle to make them pillow soft. Thankfully, my willpower was
stronger the urge to take the boy and fuck him for his cheek.

Compiling my resolve, I started with the nape of his neck. Kissing the tan
line as I slowly and methodically moved down the natural trench of his
spine. Frankie abruptly switched from a quiet participant to a shuddering
and cooing lad. Deviating past the small of his back, I reached his boy
bottom and gingerly bit his flesh where my previous hickie was slowly
turning yellow.

On one of our nightly rendezvous, while Frankie and I dueled tongues, I
wanted nothing more than to mark him with a hickie. It was a mark to warn
other potential boy lovers than Frankie was mine and mine alone. Frankie
liked the idea of having my mark on him and suggested I put it somewhere
Jolene couldn't find it. We spent the night in the backseat of my car
looking for the perfect place to put my hickie. First, we picked right
under his left armpit, but the boy was too ticklish. Then, we thought maybe
just inside his right thigh would be perfect, but Frankie's erections kept
taking my mouth's attention. Finally, I turned him around and sucked on his
left butt cheek, just under his waistline. Since then, every time we saw
each other, I'd suck his ass until my mark showed bright red.

Eventually, my tongue made it's way to the acme of Frankie's bum. Already,
Frankie started giggling into the sleeping bag. Every time my tongue dips
into that valley, Frankie would squirm and beg me to stop. Despite knowing
exactly how I would thrust and lick my tongue, Frankie could never get used
to that sudden jolt. The boy now knows what's coming next.

"Hey, no humping!" I muttered, still embedded in his bum.

"I can't help it...it...it just feels so good!" Frankie sighed, pushing
back to force my face further into his ass.

Readjusting myself, I leaned back and admired the masterpiece I was about
to devour. I loved his bottom beyond words or any form of
expression. Pressing my face against his soft pillows, I kissed each
cheek. A soft mewl escaped Frankie's throat in his avid
anticipation. Perfectly rounded in a way that they press together right
over his pink starfish, keeping it out of sight in this position. However,
move your tongue a little south and you'll find an exposed, smooth, and
excitable taint. The triangle-shaped welcome mat now thoroughly spit
covered, my own senses were inundated with the smells and tastes of Frankie
and I could not be happier.

"Do that again Charlie!" Frankie yelped as I pressed the tip of my nose
into that taut stretch of skin and nuzzled my way upwards.

"What? This?" I answered, never leaving his feast. Parting those warm buns
with my warm but very tired tongue, I buried myself in the cleft of those
buns. I liked eating Frankie out like this, on his tummy, his butt relaxed
and yielding. Sometimes, Frankie would turn his head slightly and peer
through his arms as his eyes admired my tongue work. I loved the challenge
of having to dig through his pillowy swell of his cheeks before finding his
rosebud.  Further, in this position, you can marvel the the magnificent
texture of his butt. Sure, you couldn't get inside his sphincter, but soon,
I'd flip him over and plunge my exhausted tongue into his furnace.

Worming my way there, I took my time lapping my tongue up and down his
crease, licking his hole like a puppy would. I tempered my voracious
appetite by committing to register ever pleasurable sensation I provided
Frankie. With the sole objective of emulating it the future. Grabbing two
handfuls of boy ass, I closed my lips around his tender rosebud and began
making out with his bruised anus. Frankie, in turn, began clenching and
unclenching as he pushed his hips back on my face.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?" I panted, looking at Frankie's half-closed eyes.

"Umm...Can you do that thing...like before..." He lacked the proper
vocabulary for what he wanted, but I knew what he liked. Immediately, I
formed a vacuum with my lips around his winking star and proceeded to fuck
the boy with my tongue. In turn, Frankie thrashed and bucked. The intense
suction had made the boy start humping the sleeping bag. Amidst his
senseless babble and attempts at shoving my face inside his ass, I had to
pin the boy down to stop him from climaxing. He didn't have my permission
to cum.

Rolling Frankie over to his back, a glossy sheen of sweat accompanied his
glazed eyes. Sliding my hands just at the crook of Frankie's knees and
pushing them up and apart, the boy's bottom lifted in an angle perfectly in
line with my mouth. That was all the invitation I needed. Diving straight
back, I licked fiercely from his coccyx, up his creamy pink crack, all the
way up to the tip of his solid pecker.

"Please...Charlie..." Frankie panted, trying to catch his breath. "Do it
again!"

"Mmmm..." I hummed, still lapping up and down his boner.

"I'm ready to cum...please let me cum," Frankie implored me as I swirled
and lashed his balls. Frankie, in his lust, grabbed his own ankles and
splayed his legs. Exposing his most secret, most private parts, I did my
part by probing my tongue back inside him. This time, with each thrust of
my tongue inside his hot, moist, sensitive depths.

"You wanna cum, baby boy?"

Each time my tongue entered his sphincter, Frankie blubbered his
appreciation. Our small alcove echoed my grunts and slurps while reeking of
sweaty boy pheromones, ass juice, and my saliva. The mild scent of
strawberries and flavor of Frankie's bum were now overpowered by a richer,
headier essence of man-boy sex. It's a taste akin to earthy wild mushrooms
mixed with the bittersweet aftertaste of cacao.

"Y-Yeah...please make me cum." Frankie exhaled, letting go of his ankles
and tossing his hands back over his head. Biding his magic spot adieu with
a sloppy kiss, I focused my attention on his preteen erection. A few licks
at the base followed by light nibbling on the pink thin stalk, Frankie's
hands grabbed my hair and pushed me further down. Engulfing the entire
member in my mouth with a vacuum seal, it took Frankie about 10 seconds
before three energetic boy juice filled my mouth. I kept my suction on the
member even after it was done filling my mouth. Frankie would shudder and
twitch, his once clenched fingers on my head now cradled it.

"My turn," I smirked, looking up from between his legs. Rising to my feet,
I stood and waited for Frankie to get to his knees and pull my shorts
down. Like a maniac, he heartily pulled my 8-inch cock through the hole of
my boxers.

"Maybe I should tease you back," Frankie flashed his crooked grin as he
slapped my cock on his upturned lips.

"Hey, you got to cum," I fired back, a long viscous string of precum
connected the tip of my cock to Frankie's cherry lips.

"Yeah, but you made me wait." Frankie knew I loved it when he traces his
tongue along my thick veins. His mossy green eyes would carefully survey my
cock as his lips would kiss the tip before his tongue moistened my member.

The boy licked and wriggled his tongue to clean the crown of my 8-inch cut
cock. Grabbing the back of his head, I guided him to take more of my cock
further into his mouth. Still in a half daze, Frankie opened up hungrily
and in a valiant effort, attempted to take my entire length into his
mouth. Gagging, spit flew out of his mouth and covered about three-quarters
of my member. As he tried to pull back and regain his breath, I held him
still. His face again went bright red. I could feel his soft warm tongue
tickle the underside and crown. I would have liked to take my time and ease
him into swallowing my cock, but my balls were already tight against me
from all the foreplay I doled on Frankie.

"FUCK!" I groaned, biting my clenched right fist, Frankie knew that
focusing on my head made me crazy. I could hear footsteps in the kitchen
above us, by the basement door. It sounded like my brother and his friends
were making a ruckus upstairs. "my brother's home, we gotta make this quick
before he heads down here."

Frankie grabbed the sides of my boxers and ripped them down. He took his
left hand and began masturbating the length between the base and the crown,
his mouth still securely nursing the head.

"Shit, Frankie, play with my balls," I pleaded, brushing his red locks
plastered to his damp forehead. I felt his small hands encircle and fondle
my heavy balls. He tugged gently with grace to help me last a little
longer. When my balls refused to come down, Frankie left sucking my cock
and engulfed one ball in his mouth.

"Hruump...mmm...mmm," Frankie moaned, my entire scrotum in his mouth. He
looked up at me, my entire cock splayed across his face and poking his left
eye. Wiping streaks of precum from his eye and forehead, Frankie
demonstrated his appreciation by letting my balls free and swallowing my
cock almost to the base. Coughing slightly with my entire member in his
mouth, his cheeks puffed as his eyes brimmed with tears.

"Fuck babe, look up at me when you suck my cock." A pair of emerald eyes
looked up at me as a tear rolled down his eye. His breathing still labored
and trying to accommodate my girth in his mouth. "Keep looking up at me,
baby." Maintaining eye contact, his tongue came out and licked the
underside of the shaft. "That's it. Ugh. Yeah, get ready to swallow my huge
load." Frankie grabbed my ass and pushed me closer to his mouth, my hairy
bush tickling his button nose. "I'm gonna feed you my load. Make sure you
swallow it all." Frankie's left hand came back to my balls and fiddled with
them just as I balls drew close to my body. After seven slow bobs, I took
over and started skull fucking him. Both my hands held his ears as I
started long dicking his mouth. The grip of his throat, vacuum suction from
his lips, and wagging tongue brought me to an orgasmic crescendo as I
pumped harder and faster. Pushing my hips right against his moist red lips,
I exploded.

"OHHH! FUCK! YEAH! Swallow that load bitch!"

I filled his sweet petite mouth with jet after jet of hot teen man
juice. Waves of pleasure rippled through me as my entire body sought to
give Frankie my load. My cocksucker did his best to swallow all that I
pumped into him. My ridiculously intense ejaculation provided nine powerful
streams of cum. My head tilted back and completely relaxed, I could hear
his throat, overwhelmed by the assault of my load, working at full
capacity. Swallowing the bulk of it, by the 5th shot, cum started dripping
from the corner of his mouth, by the 7th, cum oozed out of his nose. His
face turned from a dark red to purple but he kept looking at my smiling
mug. My cock, slowly deflating felt that mischievous tongue flick across my
piss slit. As I pulled myself from his mouth, he gasped to catch his
breath.

"Wow...Frankie...wow...you swallowed my load like a champ," I
heaved. Meanwhile, Frankie was swallowing, licking his puffy lips, and
using his fingers to scoop up the string of cum from the corner of his
mouth. My first load of the night was securely in his stomach.

Pulling Frankie back up to his feet, I wrapped my arms under his legs and
picked him up. Frankie hugged me back. Both naked, we kissed and I could
taste my own flavor on his sweet lips.

"CHARLIE! You down there?" My brother's voice sounded from the top of the
basement.

"Yeah?" I asked, cupping Frankie's butt and squeezing playfully.

"Want some pizza bagels? I'm making some."

"Yeah, Frankie's down here too, so make extra."

"Alright," Patrick bellowed as he shut the door behind him.

"I'm not so hungry any more," Frankie grinned, pecking me on the lips and
embracing me tighter. Cooing against my heaving chest, I brought him back
to the TV area. Sitting down on the couch, still naked, we reveled in the
post-orgasmic bliss. Frankie laid his head squarely on my chest as I kissed
the top of his head over and over again. Frankie took immense pride in
pleasing me.

"You were fantastic, babe," I said, my right hand creeping down his back to
cup his pert bottom. My index finger played around his hole. "But I think
we should put some clothes back on before Pat comes down."

"No...can't we stay like this a little bit more?" Frankie asked, shifting
his body so he laid his head on my lap and pushing his ass against my
finger.

"Sure."

TBC?

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