With Friends Like These

Chapter 6
SIX

Warning: This chapter contains m/m sexual content.

It was two weeks later that Hannah rang Ben at work to let him know he’d be babysitting that evening. She and Pam, a woman she’d met at the group, were going out for a girls’ night and she wanted him to watch their boys. It wasn’t like he could complain. She’d watched Greg plenty of times while he went out. This was the least he could do.

So after work he and Hannah got ready for their special evening.

“Where are you going exactly?” he asked.

“Going to see a chick flick, maybe get some dessert afterwards. We should be back by ten, eleven at the latest.”

Ben nodded, helping Greg step into a pair of SpongeBob underoos and slipping them up his legs and around his waist.

“Spond-Bob!” he exclaimed, pointing to the cartoon decals.

“Yes sweetie, I see,” Ben said. Then turning to Hannah, “What was their little boy’s name again?”

Hannah shrugged. “I don’t remember either. I’m sure they’ll introduce you.”

“I just hope he isn’t too rough. I don’t want to have to clean a lot of cuts and bruises,” Ben said.

“Pam said the boys shouldn’t be much trouble at all.”

“Yeah, well she isn’t going to say he’s a holy terror is she?” Ben pointed out.

Hannah shrugged. “I’m sure you can handle it for one evening.”

Ben nodded, he didn’t want to whinge too much when she babysat so often. Instead he focussed on getting a pair of black athletic shorts onto Greg. Once they were on he looked him over and said to Hannah, “I don’t think he really needs a shirt tonight. He’ll probably just lose all his clothes as soon as we get there anyway.”

Hannah nodded. “That’s probably a good idea, less to pick up.”

Ben nodded, neither even bothering to ask Greg what he wanted. It wasn’t up to him and he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that it had been decided to bring him over shirtless.

A short drive later they were at Pam’s house. It was a nice little place, relatively private as the back unit of a subdivided plot. Greg was happy to pad across the driveway barefoot and shirtless to meet these new people. His only concern was getting to press the doorbell.

“I do it! I do it!” he insisted, reaching desperately as Ben tried to hold him back.

“Hold your horses mate,” he rebuked. “You can do it, but only one push, understand?”

Greg nodded. “One push!” he repeated, holding up a single finger.

“Okay, go ahead,” he agreed, letting the beaming young man jam his finger into the button.

There was a chime from inside and Greg lit up with glee, hopping from foot to foot and clapping his hands. He reached to do it again and Ben was ready for it, grabbing his hand and going, “Uh-uh-uh. Remember, only once.”

Greg frowned but didn’t argue. He knew Daddy was in charge.

The door opened a moment later and Pam was there, dressed up to go out, earrings, makeup and all.

“Hi there guys,” she greeted brightly. “Good to see you.”

“Hi Pam,” they answered in unison, though Ben only vaguely recalled her. Greg said nothing, just picked his nose and gaped at her, twiddling his bare toes together on the doorstep.

“And look at this cutie,” she cooed to him nonetheless. “Half naked already. You’re going to fit right in here.”

Greg giggled now, liking her tone of voice.

“Yeah we didn’t see much point getting him dressed up,” Ben told her.

“No of course not. I don’t think those shorts will be on for long either and that’s just fine,” Pam replied.

And no sooner had she spoken than heavy footsteps preceded a blonde young man, who Ben then recalled was named Ritchie, appeared from behind her. Ritchie was wearing a short red Cars themed t-shirt but that was all. He was naked from the belly-button down, his penis flaccid this time, just resting there in full view, hairless and soft.

“Mummy, who dat?” he asked, cuddling up to her and resting his head on her shoulder.

“This is Ben darling, he’s going to be watching you tonight. And this little shirtless boy is Greg. He’s going to play with you.”

Ritchie took them in and smiled. “Him don’ got shirt ‘nd I don’ got panth!” he announced.

Greg giggled at this too while the adults chuckled at their innocence.

“Is Thomas around?” Ben asked. Hoping he wasn’t all alone watching the boys this evening. He’d really hit it off with the man last time and his advice about helping Greg with his stickies had been dead on. He’d grown even closer to his buddy since that first evening in the back yard.

Pam seemed to think a moment before say, “Yes, he’s just in the living room. Why don’t you come on in.”

They did as told, following Pam through the foyer and into the living room. And as soon as he entered it Ben was confused. Because Ritchie was standing there holding his Mummy’s hand and Greg was toddling along behind them, but there was a naked man crouching down on hands and knees on the middle of the living room.

This man’s bare bottom was facing them, mooning them as it was upraised. The soles of his bare feet were facing up, black and dirty like Greg’s. And unlike Ritchie this man wasn’t even wearing a t-shirt. He was completely nude, his bare back stretching, revealing every bump of his spine. He was crouching in the middle of a mess of toddler toys. There were blocks and plastic cars, farm animals and trains. He seemed to be crushing some play dough together at the moment. Ben frowned. He hadn’t realised they had two boys for him to look after. Why hadn’t Thomas mentioned that? Or was this a new boy?

“Sweetie, our guests are here, come say hello,” Pam called to the playing man.

The jaybird man stood up and turned around to face them, playdough still in his hands. He was a messy toddler, marker scribbled all over his tummy and chest, chocolate stains on his chin and cheeks, brown hair a total mess. But that wasn’t why Ben gasped. He froze in shock because the naked man, the big toddler, was Thomas. There was no doubt that was him and there was no doubt he was a big toddler no brighter or more mature than Ritchie or Greg now. He’d been rendered hairless, his soft bald penis on full view just as Ritchie’s was. And there was no terror, no attempt to hide, no shyness or modesty at all. In fact there wasn’t even a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a sign he recalled Ben from the party.

No Thomas’ eyes were as vacant and uncomprehending as any toddler’s. His face was relaxed, the muscles slackened, his mouth slightly agape.

“Come here Tommy,” Pam urged.

The naked man toddled over to them, penis jiggling with each step.

“What’s going on here?” Ben finally demanded. “He was the Daddy when we were at the party.”

Hannah looked equally confused. “He was? Are you sure Ben?”

“Absolutely sure. We had a long conversation. What’s he playing at?” he demanded.

The man didn’t seem upset by their words though, he just looked oblivious. He went right up to Pam and held his palm out with some playdough in it. “See dat Mummy!” he chirped in the most childish of voices.

Pam smiled and nodded. “Oh yes, I see. What is it dear?”

“Doggy!” Tommy announced with a stupid grin, gesturing to a mound of purple playdough that looked like absolutely nothing.

But Pam beamed and nodded. “Oh of course. And what sound does doggy make Tommy?”

The man looked deep in thought for a moment. Then he went, “Meow!” with clear confidence in his answer.

Pam chuckled. “Almost honey. Doggy goes ‘woof’ doesn’t he?”

Tommy blinked and then nodded with a smile. “Woof-woof!” he shouted. “Doggy woof-woof!”

“Very good honey, what a smart cookie.”

Tommy grinned and then promptly stuck the ‘doggy’ in his mouth, eating the playdough. “Doggy ‘ummy,” he stated, chewing with his mouth wide open.

“How has this happened?” Ben insisted.

Pam ruffled the man’s hair and told him to return to his toys, letting the other boys join him on the floor. Once they were occupied she turned to Ben. “Tommy was so jealous of Ritchie, of his relaxed new life, the endless play. I have to admit it was at least partly sexual in nature, his envy that is. I could see how much he wanted it, so I made him an appointment at the dentist. He tried to deny it at first, but in the end we had a long talk and he broke down and admitted it was true, that he was painfully jealous of Ritchie and the other boys in the group. He agreed going to the dentist would be best.”

“He went voluntarily!? You think I’ll believe that?” Ben snapped.

Pam shrugged. “It’s the truth. We went to the dentist, he sat in the chair and they put him right under. He went so easily, no struggle or second thoughts. When he wet his pants he had such a look of relief. And when it was time to wiggle his toes he did it right away, no hesitation. And he’s been such a happy little boy ever since.”

“Wow Pam, that was so wonderful of you to let him have this,” Hannah said, much to Ben’s shock.

“What?!”

“I mean, think of how hard it must be to have two boys this size to care for on her own,” Hannah said to him. “You were so lovely to give him what he needed this way.”

Ben wasn’t buying it at all, but Hannah was totally on Pam’s side and he could see argument was futile. So he played the game, pretended to buy it, apologised for over-reacting before and wished them a fun evening.

Finally he was alone with the boys and he went straight over to Tommy, dropping to the man’s side and placing a hand on his shoulder. The nude man looked up at him with total innocence.

“Tommy, you don’t remember me at all?” he asked.

Tommy blinked and shook his head.

“Sweetie how old are you?” he asked.

Tommy grinned now. “Diz many!” he announced, showing just two fingers.

Ben frowned. “You had quite a trip to the dentist eh?” he sighed.

Tommy nodded. “Mummy took to dentift. Gotta stickah!”

“I’m sure you did,” Ben agreed mournfully. “You got to wiggle your toes and let them empty away all your grown-up thoughts and in return you got a sticker.”

Tommy blinked in obvious confusion, glancing down at his feet and wiggling his long adult toes in the soft carpet for a moment. “Was a appwal,” he then explained. “Da stickah smewwed nithe.”

“That’s nice Tommy,” was all Ben could think to say to the idiotically grinning man. Then there was a tug on his shirt and Ben turned to find Greg dancing from foot to foot in excitement, yanking at the waist of his black athletic shorts.

“Wan’ ‘em off daddy!” he pleaded.

Ben nodded, helping the young man shed his shorts and undies so a third flaccid pee-pee could waggle out into view. Once he was naked like the others Greg giggled brightly and set to chasing Ritchie around the room, both young men squealing at a painfully loud volume. Ben frowned as he saw what a daunting task he now had as a babysitter. Thomas was no longer there to help him subdue the wild, feral nudists bouncing around the room, knocking toys about and climbing on the couch. No Tommy saw the boys giddy play and he grew a cheerful grin himself and took off after them, letting out a playful squeal of his own as he skipped after the duo, his penis flopping back and forth as he clambered up the couch in pursuit of his new playmates.

There was no constraining these boys’ enthusiasm and Ben didn’t want to let the living room get wrecked so he had a look out at the back yard. It looked relatively quiet and there was a swing set and slide which looked well used. He turned to the children currently hopping up and down on the couch.

“Tommy, Ritchie,” he called. “Does your mummy let you play outside in the yard the way you are?”

Both young men lit up and scrambled down from the couch, hurrying towards the sliding door to the back yard. “Uh-huh!” they chirped together, Greg following after them.

“But do you need to put some clothes on first?” he asked, knowing children as young as they were mentally didn’t have the ability to lie.

“I gots shirt!” Ritchie announced proudly, pointing to his t-shirt as if to prove the point.

But Tommy was shaking his head. “Mumma says boys c’n pway nakey cuz dey cute,” he declared, clearly repeating a line he’d heard his former partner use.

Ben nodded. “Okay, let’s go outside then,” he agreed, opening the door and quickly moving aside as the trio screeched and charged out into the yard.

They played around on the swings, the slide and in the grass for the next hour. Tommy seemed obsessed with the simple children’s slide, a basic bright yellow little thing, sliding down it on his bare bottom time after time, squealing with absolute delight each time, like the novelty could never wear off for him. Ritchie and Greg in the meantime enjoyed the swings and then simply chasing each other around in a very rudimentary version of tag that seemed to always end in wrestling and cuddles.

This continued, with Ben simply sitting on the edge of the small wooden deck watching on, until Greg emerged from one of the wrestles turned cuddles with an obvious erection. Both he and Ritchie noticed the stiff member and the other young man poked at it briefly before both giggled at their silliness. Then Greg stood, his penis like a metronome, and toddled towards Ben.

“Daddy, gotta big doodle!” he announced at full volume, not an ounce of shame left in his mentality.

Ben blushed but the yard did seem quite private so he didn’t move to take the young man inside. Soon Greg was standing right before him, still sporting the huge erection, playing with it gently. “Daddy, need hewp,” he insisted.

Ben smiled. Of course he know the man-boy could take care of his own erection without any help. But he wanted Daddy to help him, he wanted that wonderful intimacy. So Ben nodded and beckoned the young man over, letting him climbing into his lap while he withdrew a small bottle from his pocket and squirted his hands with some lotion before taking his old friend’s penis in his hand and beginning to stroke it up and down sensually.

Greg moaned right away, his eyes rolling back.

“That’s good isn’t it sweetie,” Ben cooed to the young man.

“Daz good Daddy,” the man-boy whispered.

Ben nodded and continued his manipulations. But then he noticed Tommy had abandoned his slide and was toddling over towards them now, looking curious. Ritchie was already sitting bare bottomed in the grass watching on, but Ben was interested in Tommy’s reaction. After all it was Tommy who had taught him to do this in the first place.

The man stopped right before them, gaping slack-jawed at the show. “Hims gonna squirt,” the man chirped.

Ben nodded, listening to Greg continue to moan in ecstasy, his eyes closed now. “That’s right Tommy, he needs to make a big creamy for his daddy. Do you remember doing this with Ritchie?”

Tommy blinked and then nodded, smiling again. “Witchie skirt cuz I wubbed pee-pee,” he agreed.

“That’s right, you rubbed his pee-pee when you were the daddy, didn’t you?”

Tommy nodded. “Uh-huh! Cuz daddy hewp hims boy. Hims awll cweamy.”

As he said this Ben noticed that Tommy was growing an erection of his own, his pee-pee jerking upwards with obvious arousal. Ben felt so bad for the man. He’d lost so much, but perhaps he could at least help him with one thing.

“But you aren’t the daddy anymore are you Tommy?” he asked quietly, still gently caressing Greg’s stiffy, watching it twitch and near the point of no return.

The young man shook his head. “Wiggwy toes,” he said simply. How much he really recalled or understood about what had happened to him was anyone’s guess.

“That’s right,” Ben agreed. “You got wiggly toes and then you got all little and now I think you’re the one who needs some help making a creamie-pie. Isn’t that right? You need a sticky squirt of your own darling?”

Tommy nodded, fondling his own penis as it jerked against his bare tummy, pre-cum drooling down the shaft. “Needa do skirth.”

Ben nodded and gave his buddy a couple deep thrusts at the base of his shaft and watched as the young man exploded with cum, gasping and twitching as the goo splashed across his tummy.

“There’s a good boy,” he cooed to him, rubbing out the last squirts. “What a lovely creamy mess you’ve made,” he told him warmly.

Greg seemed very pleased with himself, and giggled brightly as his daddy cleaned him up and let him get back to chasing after Ritchie, his penis now nice and soft and jiggly between his legs again.

Ben beckoned Tommy over, patting his knee. The one-time daddy came innocently over and sat on the offered knee. Lubing up his hands again, Ben gripped the hard member and began to stroke. He’d never done this for anyone other than Greg before. It was strange to be touching another man’s penis, to be giving him pleasure, especially Tommy. But it was clear the adult man who’d spoken with him at the gathering was long gone now. The naked man in his lap wasn’t self-conscious at all. He really had the mentality of a tot and he just cooed pleasantly and cuddled closer as Ben’s hand began to move up and down his doodle.

“Is that nice Tommy? That feel good?” Ben whispered to him.

“Yeff,” the man cooed back. “Pee-pee feews good.”

Ben chuckled, stroking faster. He wondered what it was like to be on the receiving end now, after so long giving out this pleasure to his little one. Was it worth being so reduced in mental abilities?

Tommy didn’t take as long as Greg. Perhaps he hadn’t had relief in some time. He grunted and erupted a huge amount of cum all over himself after less than a minute.

“That’s nice, what a big sticky you’ve made,” Ben praised him.

Tommy giggled and smiled, painting his tummy in the release.

“That was quite the show!”

Ben nearly stood straight up out of shock at the female voice interrupting his time with Tommy. Luckily he managed to stay still and not flip the poor boy onto the ground. He looked up instead, spotting the neighbour woman leaning over the fence on the left, smiling at him.

 

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