Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2018 16:56:55 +0100 (CET) From: MuDPhuD Subject: Fallback Sitter - 1 Disclaimer: The author does not condone any of the acts in this tale. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Frank H. Netter extensively mapped the human anatomy through cadavers but he was not a necrophiliac. Support free speech and stop censorship or die in a fascist world. This is FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18, if you are not an adult according to the laws of your country, OR if you are easily offended. This story contains sexually explicit material suitable for adults. Please DONATE to Nifty. This site has been around for so long and helped so many of us express and share our fantasies. My one request, from you, dear reader, is if this story makes you cum, donate $1. If you're coming back to re-read this story, donate $2. --------- I'm a 19-y/o sophomore in college. I work as a delivery boy but occasionally look after my neighbor's son, Frankie. ---------- Fallback Sitter - 1 by MuDPhuD I've been Frankie's fall back babysitter for almost a year now. I've got a real job. My learner's permit promoted me from kitchen grunt to delivery boy. It's an after-school job and the only one that gives me the freedom to smoke a joint on a drive and still get paid. Occasionally, when Jolene has a date, I'll swing by and look after her bastard. Frankie was turning 12 in a few weeks but puberty wouldn't affect him until well into high school. With flaming auburn hair, ivory skin and eyes of emerald green, he could easily be mistaken for a girl. His quiet and somber disposition masked his inquisitive nature. "Well then, I guess it's over, BITCH!" I shouted back at my phone. I'm a 19-year-old sophomore in college on a break from my temperamental girlfriend. Breakups with Amanda always meant blue balls for weeks. The last time we were on a break, I had to constantly find private spots in public places to jack off. I just couldn't keep my dick down. That's when Frankie caught me beating my meat. As I shot my fourth load that day, Frankie could not stop staring at the geyser erupting from my cock. Now, my life's mission is finding a way to work Frankie's interest to my advantage. I'm not gay, but my buddies and I have all fooled around. You know, jacking each other off, circle jerks, and hazing rituals like tea-bagging, normal high school hi-jinx. Tonight, Jolene called in a panic requesting I come by and look after Frankie before her date showed up. I needed the gas money and the opportunity to see if I could get his 11-year-old lips around my dick. Taking a dead sprint to Frankie's house, I wore a tight tank top that hugged my body closely with blue Umbro soccer shorts. Sculpted from 14-years of soccer and good diet, my body resembled a young Cristiano Ronaldo. Opting to freeball, I figured going commando would only help determine if little Frankie was interested in sucking cock. Jolene stood next to a car driven by a middle-aged bespectacled man. Frankie's mum had a thing for me but I wasn't all that interested in plowed territory. She flashed a smile as her eyes combed over my body. I've recognized that kind of desire from my coaches, teammates, and moms. "Hey, Charlie! Thanks for looking after Frankie on such short notice. I appreciate it," she said digging into her purse and handing me a few folded bills. "It's enough for pizza and wings. Make sure he's in bed before midnight. Oh, and please, no horror movies." I smirked and nodded as I waved them off. Frankie was curled up on the couch reading a book. His green eyes focused intently on a book he cradled softly. When I strolled in and greeted him, I immediately noted how his gaze lingered from my face, down my body, before settling on my crotch. It took some time before he ripped eyes off me and back to his book. As my cock responded to the boy's naive desire, he blushed as red as his hair. "Mind if I watch some TV?" I asked trying to break the ice and engage the boy. Still blushing and stealing side glances at my cock, he nodded. Putting his book down over his crotch, he handed me the remote. Slumping down on the couch, as to flatten my lower body to accentuate the bulge in my soccer shorts, I channel surfed until I settled on a UFC fight. Casually glancing out of the corner of my eye, Frankie continued stealing glances at the outline of my slowly hardening cock. We were wordlessly flirting. He wanted my cock and I wanted his mouth. I studied Frankie's smooth, thin body, average for preteens. Boys like Frankie were in that heavenly medium of having lost their "baby fat" but before the bombardment of testosterone. He frequently wedged his small hips into jeans which accentuated his tight, hot ass. He wasn't just going to be gay, he was going to be a sissy faggot. Those boys who were meant to be used and passed to another domineering man. I slowly scratched my hairy balls under my shorts, deliberately adjusting my junk so they were perfectly outlined in my thin, silky soccer shorts. Frankie didn't even pretend to look away. His eyes had a hunger to it akin to Wile E Coyote salivating over Road Runner. When our eyes locked, his blush returned, creeping up his neck and filling his pale cheeks. I smiled back at him as if I didn't notice his little erection. Fitting my 8-inch cock into Frankie's pert ass would be laughably easy. Snapping him out of his personal daydream, I asked him, "Alright, I'm ordering from Sal's, you want the usual?" I stood up and grabbed the kitchen phone then returned to the couch with my crotch right in his face. My semi-hard cock tented and wet my shorts. Frankie meekly nodded, his internal struggle evident on his face. I smiled at his conflict: having something so close but never being able to touch it. I decided that I should prolong his torture. My cock was going to get sucked, but I wanted him to beg for it. "Dude, go get ready for bed." I said after finishing our order to Sal's, "Your mom wants you in bed before she comes back." "Really? It's not even 8," he whined. I wrapped my left arm around his head and ruffled his copper mop. "Ugh--dude stop." Frankie yelped, as his tucked 3.5-inch erection popping out. Embarrassed, he slinked from the couch, trying to hide his evident hard on. I made a point to look and attempt to squeeze it before he ran to his room beet red and giggling. I waited until I could hear water running upstairs before contemplating if I should walk in on him. I knew he was probably jacking off, hell, I still do it at the strangest places and at the strangest times. However, since I had some time I figured I'd investigate his room. Frankie's room looked like any typical nerdy middle schooler's room. There were posters of book covers and famous paintings, piles of clothes in the corner, and a small laptop on a desk strewn with half sketches. Sitting down in front of the computer, I wiggled the mouse and brought it to life. Frankie never locked his profile, so I was able to look through his search history. Sure enough, amidst FaceBook and Youtube, Frankie frequented the gay sections of PornHub and other gay XXX websites. For someone so academically enriched, he was pretty stupid for not covering his tracks. Next, I sat on his bed and felt a lump. Did this kid actually hide things between the mattress? He did, but what I found took me by surprise. A yearbook, jockstrap I swear were mine, and a 4-inch plastic banana. The sports pages were heavily earmarked and spotted with spent cum. Frankie walked into his room, a towel wrapped around his slender hips. His hair still damp and dripping when he looked from my face to his dirty secret and back to my face. "Hey, Frankie look what I found," I remarked as if I pointed out something inane. The boy stood rooted, looking between the plastic banana in my right hand, the yearbook, and the used jockstrap. An adorable blush crept up his milky white neck and cheeks before running to his mother's room. Laughing, I chased after him and knocked on the door. "Frankie..." I said a wicked grin on my face as I tapped the door softly. "Frankie, you in there?" I heard the boy sob and reply back. "Go away." "Frankie, come on, open up," I said, stifling a laugh and knocking on the locked door again. "GO AWAY!" the preteen yelled like some girl yelling at her dad. "You want me to call your mom?" I asked in a concerned voice. However, the threat was evident and it didn't take long before Frankie unlocked the door. As I opened the door to Jolene's bedroom, Frankie sat curled in the corner, his face buried in his arms. I sat down next to him and waited for him to compose himself. DING. DONG. "Hey, little dude, the pizza's here," I said, unable to stop grinning at the distraught boy. "I'll get it and come back, OK?" I left the room as the doorbell rang again. Mike Thomas, my cousin, best friend, and fellow delivery boy waited by the door. I unlocked the door and let him in. I seriously considered telling him what I found in Frankie's room and ask him to help me break in a bitch. "Dude, I just saw Amanda's car at Troy's house," he remarked, the implications evident. I handed him $40, grabbing the pizza as he pulled out two joints. "We smokin' here?" "Nah, I gotta watch the bastard," I said, grabbing the joints. "I kinda just wanna get high solo tonight," I lied, knowing Mike would make sure no one would bother me tonight. "Cool. I'll see ya." He waved at me as I tucked the joints in the waistband of my shorts. I left the pizza in the kitchen and went back upstairs, wondering if I should smoke before or after. Frankie left Jolene's room and laid face down on his bed, pillows covering his head. His masturbatory treasure trove hidden again, no doubt in a more secure location. My eyes traveled along his body, inventorying the boy. His curled toes begged to be sucked and his feet worshiped. Then his hairless legs so pale, you could trace his tibial arteries till you reach his well-formed thighs. He wore black silky basketball shorts which masked Frankie's petite, perfectly shaped ass. The boy chose not to put a shirt on, instead used his towel as a blanket. And as I slowly peeled it off, his lean back twisted away from me. Frankie's brilliant green eyes looked at me full of fear, chagrin, and desperation. "Charlie, please don't tell my mom," he squeaked. "Please..." "Tell her what?" I asked, feigning ignorance as I stroked his soft bare back. His warm skin exuded a potent compound of dove soap and boy musk. Frankie turned his face back into the pillow ashamed and unable to answer that simple question. "My stuff..." he muffled into the pillow. As much as I wanted to keep torturing him, I needed to get off. "Bro, I promise I won't tell," I said putting my hand on the small of his back. "But you gotta do something for me." "What?" He asked turning his head back to look at me. "Well, Amanda and I broke up," I paused, dick twitching in excitement. "Can you help me out?" "I'll do whatever you want Charlie," he stated, heaving slightly, composing himself. Gripping his left ankle, I gently flipped him on his back. Whatever I want? The kid was going to regret that, or rather, his ass will. "Let's get these off you," I smiled, tugging at his shorts. "O-okay..." Frankie nervously replied. He lay facing me in his bare beauty and as I flung his shorts across the room, his boner sprang to attention. He had a peach-pink uncut cock. His marble-sized balls were smooth and unblemished. While most boys his age would have a dusting of pubes, he was entirely smooth. "Nice cock, bro," I complimented, reaching out and tugging on his firm velvet boy dick. "Um th-ah-aahh!" He jumped as I pulled on his immature scrotum. Drawing close to the boy, I let my right-hand stroke his penis as my thumb flicked his parted tip. He cooed and gasped as he started thrusting into my ministrations. Playing with his cute boy cock had gotten me aroused and decided it was my turn. "Wait a sec," I commanded. Frankie moaned and shot me a frustrated look when I released his cock. As he brought his right hand to continue, I swatted them away. "I said wait!" Standing up, I stripped my tank off and watch his eye comb over my body, starting from my V-shaped obliques, traveling north to my wide chest, before reaching his right hand to caress my arms. "You have really nice muscles," he whispered softly, leaning forward and tracing my definition. His little cock poked my leg. "Thanks," I grinned, putting the two joints by his nightstand and leaned back against his bed's headboard. His hands never left my body as he continued running his fingers over my abs. "I wish I had muscles like yours," Frankie sighed morosely. I brought his chin up and met his emerald green eyes. "I like your body Frankie," I said, my erection straining against my shorts and leaking precum. "Look at why you're doing to me." "Really?" Frankie giggled as he lay his head on my lap and sniff my cock. I pulled him to the bed as I knelt over him. My visibly tented bulge hovering over his button nose. "Look at what you did," I laughed as I smacked my cock against his face. "And I bet you wanna see it, huh?" Frankie looked up at me and nodded, my bulge covering half his face. "Yeah, Charlie...can I?" "Go ahead. Pull out my mancock." Like a boy opening presents on Christmas, his eyes were wide with excitement. A few clumsy tugs and my 8-inch cock stood proudly. "It's really big, Charlie," Frankie exhaled. "Yeah, bro. Suck it for me." I ordered, smacking my cock head against his left cheek. Standing directly over him, Frankie grinned and wrapped his soft fingers around my cock. Playfully stroking it, he squeezed a huge pearl drop of precum out and rubbed it across my cut dick. Spreading my legs further, "Frankie, play with my balls." Prompting the gay boy to cradle my sack. "Woah!" Frankie gasped as a heavy drop of prefuck dripped on to his strawberry red lips. Instinctively, he licked his lips. "Yeah, bro. I got a big load for you," I grunted. "A load just for my gay bro." Frankie just giggled as precum saturated his delicate hands."Dude, put it in your mouth," I commanded, leaning forward and positioning my hard cock against his soft lips. "Um...I've never..." he trailed off. He'd never sucked a cock before. After tonight, I knew Mike and a few teammates would find their way in that mouth. "Come on, I know you know what blowjob is gay boy. You'll be a natural." Frankie just looked up at me and stroked my cock a few more times. I could see the internal cogs ticking, then, apparently having made a decision, he moved his mouth open and licked a heavy drop off the leaking head. Quickly, a glossy sheen of prefuck splattered across the boy's lips, nose, and chin. His tongue kept darting out and flicking my leaking cock. "Come on and just suck it!" I growled in frustration, pressing my dick against his lips. Relenting, Frankie began sucking inexpertly. "Ah, FUCK!" I yelped as his teeth scraped my sensitive and pulled out of his mouth. "Charlie! I'm so sorry!" Frankie apologized, attempting to get up, I pinned him back to his bed. "It's cool. Just watch your teeth, OK?" I said, gingerly bringing my cock to his lips again. He opened his mouth wider this time and gently kissed my cock. "Theeere we go," I sighed. "Nurse on it." Without prompting, a warm gentle suction accompanied Frankie fondling my balls. I started slowly thrusting against his mouth, but as more cock entered his mouth, his head kept moving back. Eventually, his bobbing head hit against his wooden headboard. With no room to escape, my 19-year-old cock filled his mouth. "Breathe through your nose," I urged. "And then try swallowing my cock." Breathing deeply, half my cock still wedged into his mouth, Frankie nodded up at me. Four inches in, I could feel the tickle of his tonsils. Five inches in, his pink face took on an impressive red flush. At six inches, he gagged and smacked his head against the headboard. Hard. Reflexively swallowing, I felt my cock lodge itself in the preteen's throat. "Yeah, choke on my cock, bitch," I laughed as teardrops spilled from the corners of his closed eyes. Relenting and withdrawing until only the head was left in his mouth, Frankie inhaled gratefully. My mercy was rewarded as the boy's tongue flicked and swirled around my leaking cock. "Dude, you were born to suck cock!" Holding onto my cock with one hand, he pulled his mouth off for a moment and wetly giggled, "Thanks!" Frankie went back to forcing his throat as far down as possible. He barely took half of it before his gag reflex pulled him back. He really put his heart into trying to fit as much of my meat into his mouth. Taking his mouth off again, "Watch this," he said. He kissed and swirled the head of my cock, then swallowing my cock to the base! "Aaaahhhh FUCK!" I yelped, his tight throat gripping my 8-inch cock. He coughed and his esophagus constricted even tighter before he pulled back. "Don't forget my balls dude," I said patting the preteen on his head. Letting my thick mancock rest on his face, Frankie put one hairy ball into his mouth. Swirling and letting his tongue dance across my sac, he'd soon learn these heavy containers of semen would pump loads inside him. Next, I squatted over him as he sucked on my sack. As I bounced on his bed, my hairy balls suffocated the boy under me. Satisfied with the boy's adequate scrotal work, I brought him back to work on my shaft. Frankie impishly licked the shaft of my cock as I whacked my cock at his comely face. Flecks of prefuck peppered his eyes and hair. Getting down to business, I needed to cum and feed Frankie a load to remember. I pushed, purposely sliding five inches in, then pulling out to the tip, I was going to longdick his throat. Frankie spluttered again, precum coming out of his nose. I'd been slamming my cock all the way to the base, but he couldn't time his breathes with my strokes. Pulling his mouth off, he complained, "Charlie, my throat hurts..." Shoving his face back on the cock. "Shut your mouth," I grunted as I jammed his face on my crotch. "You want my cum?" I asked, my ball sack bouncing against his wet chin. I put my hands on the back of his head and began pushing his struggling head deeper. When he took six inches, his hands flew up and pounded against my abs and hips. His green eyes looked up at me, begging me for a reprieve. The more he gagged and choked, the more I was able to fit the remaining two inches down his throat. With all eight inches of stud cock in Frankie's mouth, I pulled my cock back half way and let him breathe. He had to learn to breathe and suck cock at the same time if Mike and I were gonna double team him. I placed Frankie's left hand against the base of my cock, further constricting blood and turning my cock into a harpoon. As my hands resumed slamming Frankie's face on my hairy crotch, my hips moved faster, making sure he understood his mouth was mine. I was going to fuck it and he was going to let me fuck it. "Oh...fuck...here it comes...here it comes," I chanted, my balls snuggly resting on Frankie's chin. BOOM. "FUUUCK! I'm gonna give you a good one." I held the gay boy's head firmly and felt my cum pump hard out my cock. "Take this fucking load, slut," Frankie's red flushed face turning blue. I felt the first shot of cum explode in the boy's throat. It went straight to his empty stomach. Instinctively, Frankie fought against my iron grip. "Swallow, bitch!" I yelled, firing nine more shots of cum, each diminishing in force and volume. Frankie did his best to swallow, but the sheer volume of cum inundating his mouth was too much for a beginner cocksucker. Sure he was a natural, but my cum shots drown even the best. Thick, viscous teen seed dribbled from the corners of his stretched mouth. In my rough throat fuck, my cum must have traveled and filled the boy's nasal cavity as cum oozed from the preteen's button nose. Finished draining my nuts, I slowly and carefully withdrew from Frankie's mouth. His blueish disposition quickly returned to it's flaming red hue as he aspirated deeply. A soft 'POP' came from his cum covered face as I pulled my slowly softening cock. Intrinsically, Frankie wagged and smacked his lips, savoring my flavor. Frankie's silent, shell-shocked expression turned to annoyance as I laughed at the fuckslop covering his face. "Dude, come on... clean me up," I urged, using my cock like a brush and painting his face with my cum. Frankie complied and stuck his tongue out and methodically lapped the cum from my cock then his face. "You taste weird," Frankie muttered, finally breaking his silence. Wiping my cum from his nose, he sucked on it, making sure it did taste weird. "Haha, you'll get used to it," I laughed. "But dude, you missed some cum from my pubes." I pointed out. Like a good boy, he dove straight to lick the base of my cock and suck my seed. "Go take another shower and let's eat," I said, remembering the pizza downstairs. Frankie took the towel off the floor and ran to the bathroom, I took a joint and headed outside. Lighting it and taking several deep drags, I considered leaving Amanda for good and take Frankie under my wing. Hell, he was far more compliant and there was no risk of pregnancy. As I finished the joint, I heard tiny pattering feet sprint down the stairs. Mike and the team's going to have a new favorite mascot. TBC? --------- I enjoy receiving feedback on my stories. My other stories include http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/sleep-away-camp/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/travel-baskeball-coach