Touching Tips Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 5 by 2kfsk

After two seconds of thought, Franky decided. Her priority was to wake her babysitter up, and while she wasn’t entirely familiar with the anatomy of masculine genitalia, something in her biology told her that everything she needed (to wake Jason up) was hidden inside of that. Penis.

Franky’s tiny, chubby hands and fingers gripped flesh and a few hairs of Jason’s pubis, and she glared next to her where the dark, silhouetted dick curled gently between the underwear and Jason’s stomach. The tip was only a few minutes’ climb between the two, perfectly within Franky’s capabilities.

“Alright, Mount Jason! I’m comin’!” Franky called, and she began to free solo her way up Jason’s belly. The size and position of the cock, pinned by Jason’s briefs against the flesh of his abdomen, instilled in Franky a sense of awe. It felt somewhat like witnessing a rare geological formation, boulders shaved away by millennia of wind and rain into odd formations, like you see in the Mojave Desert. But deserts were dry. If there is one thing the interior of Jason’s underpants was not… that would be ‘dry’.

Each fistful of flesh Franky grabbed as she crawled up Jason’s body had a handful of pores, and of those handful of pores, a couple were leaking salty sweat that moistened Franky’s palms and made it harder for her to maintain a grip. This was worse on her feet, which had far less tactile leverage to work with. At a few points, Franky lost her footing entirely and only managed to avoid losing more than a few relative feet’s worth of distance by going spread eagle and hugging her entire body against the soft mass of his upper groin.

Luckily, Franky didn’t have far to go, and the trek wasn’t complicated. Without too much trouble, she reached the bulbous head of the penis.

Franky planted her hands and feet on it and shifted unsteadily. It was large… but she also wasn’t infinitesimal enough for the possibility of slipping off the natural curve of the helm to not worry her. Bearings found, Franky crawled to where the very tip of the cock was tucked snugly against Jason’s tum, creating a crevice. Where the slit should’ve been, instead pooled a thick, musky-smelling, and slow-flowing puddle of… something.

“That doesn’t look like pee.” Franky dunked her hand into the fluid and began to clench and unclench her fist, waggling her fingers. Mouth ajar, Franky watched as the fluid coalesced into golf ball-sized droplets that hung heavy from her fingertips into extra-long and stretchy strands of sticky… stuff.

“That doesn’t feel like pee.”

The scent was even stronger, and though she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn’t help bringing her mussed up hand to her nose for a closer sniff. She inhaled a tad longer than she should’ve, and started to cough. When she recovered, Franky exclaimed:

“That doesn’t smell like pee, either!”

Franky gave her goo-coated hand a few additional, cautiously exploratory sniffs. Then, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue… then closed it. She was no stranger to the grosser things in life. a distinction she wore proudly. But, outside of the context of a dare or a bet or a TikTok challenge, she saw no reason to put her dignity (and her tastebuds) on the line with nobody in sight.

“So… I guess I just… gotta… touch all around this, huh?”

Still on her hands and knees, Franky was touching the cock head. There were four points of contact between her and the flesh of Jason’s dick, and the more she crawled around like a beetle, the more rigid the dick became. But she had no idea if this would be enough to shock Jason awake, and Franky was not prone to doing jobs halfway.

So, Franky fell to her knees and brought her fists up above her head, before bringing them down in a brutal overhead smash.

“Come! On!” she grunted, punctuating each word with another blow against his foreskin. “Wake! Up! Jason! Come! And! Find! Me!”

Her hands came apart, and she started slapping the skin bare-palmed. It was like punching Jell-O—as much force as she put into the strike, almost all of it reflected backward, leaving only a jiggle in her target that dissipated just as fast. Franky growled, and she went totally prone, using her feet as well and smacking as much surface area of the oblate surface as humanly possible.

“Not getting any younger, here!” Franky called out, and she brought all four limbs down at the same time in one fell SMACK!! Again, and again, and again!

As that happened, Franky felt movement underneath her. “Did it work?” She looked around wildly. “Is he getting up?”

The cock, once half-flaccid, stiffened by the moment. Blood filled its veins and gave it structure, enough to make the thick organ push against the underwear, away from Jason’s tummy. Franky stumbled and nearly lost her footing as the cockhead lifted upward and outward. No longer able to pool, the precum dribbled down the side of the shaft in a glacial glob, exposing the winking slit as more of the gooey slime oozed out by the second.

“Well, looks like that did… something, I guess!” Franky felt quite proud of herself for making such a big change as one so small. “Only a few more minutes of that, and we oughta be good to…”

The lip of the underwear opened, and dim light streamed in for half a second as a massive, drowsy hand reentered the cove.

“Jason!! You made it—get me out of here!!” Franky screamed. She ducked as Jason’s hand ventured closer and offered the staff a few light rubs, summoning more stiffness into its structure. When she received no response, Franky raged. “What the—you should be awake! You can’t be ignoring me on purpose, can you?”

She had no idea, but one thing she did notice?

The tip.

Even in the dark, Franky observed in awe as more and more of the mystery liquid eked out of the urethra, an endless supply to replace all that had been scooped up into Jason’s hand, or onto Franky, or dripped down the side of Jason’s dick. If Franky again didn’t know any better, she might even be small enough to fit down there, if she tried. Or if someone crazy (or oblivious) tried for her. But that’ll never happen.