I was babysitting "The Little Monster," my
five year old grandson. People look at me strangely when I call him that, but
anyone who's been around him for more than a few minutes understands why. A
large child, my grandson. Not fat mind you, but head and shoulders above his
peers and built like a truck...a little truck... a Tonka. He's a whirlwind of
action and has an unbridled curiosity that makes Denis the Menace pale in
comparison.
I am rarely sought after to watch over him, usually my
ex-wife or his other grandmother is available to act as warder, but on occasion
the stars cross just so and there I am. Whenever I have Leigh over, we usually
go out to the park, or the zoo, or the beach, or anywhere that's not inside of
my house, but on this occasion it was cold and rainy out and there were no
appropriate movies to go see so I buckled down to an afternoon of board games
and children's cartoons.
We had finished a meal of hot dogs (his without
the bun), chips, and root beer and sat satiated on the sofa watching an animated
dog and cat program when I felt the urge. I got up and went to the john. Of
course the obligatory, "Where ya goin'?" assaulted my back and I said, "To
pee."
I had barely taken my bowlegged stance at the porcelain bowl when
the door opened and Leigh ran in with a hearty, "me too!" I moved over as he
pulled both his pants and underwear down to his knees, grasped his little cock,
and proceeded to release an impressive stream. I watched as he playfully crossed
my stream and giggled. I felt a slight thickening in my cock as I studied his
pricklet. I don't remember how big a five year old's penis is supposed to be,
but I'm sure his would be in the upper percentile. As long and thick as my thumb
with a large circumcised head."
I finished and squeezed the last few
drops out, then I reached for a couple of sheets of toilet paper, skinned back
my foreskin and dabbed away the remaining moisture. I saw Leigh watching
closely. He looked down at his cock and pulled on the skin but only managed to
bunch a roll of skin behind the mushroom head. He looked back at mine and said,
"Your peepee's funny." He then reached up and wrapped his hand around my cock
and slid the foreskin back and then pulled it forward again. He repeated this a
few times as he giggled. His touch had been like an electric shock that had
surged up through my cock and into my balls then up and behind my eyes.
I
opened my eyes when I heard his giggling get louder and realized that my cock
had grown to its full proportion. He had yet to release it and was still
stroking the foreskin back and forth. I thought of stopping him, but damn it
felt good, and the wrongness of the whole thing made it even more arousing. More
blood suffused my cock and it felt like an iron bar. I thought sure that Leigh
would let go, but he appeared to become entranced and he kept up the rhythmic
motion even though he could only slide the skin part way up the swollen head of
my cock.
We both watched as a drop of precum formed at the end of my
cock. He looked at it and said, "Pee?"
I corrected him by saying, "No
boy, that's the sweet juice of life."
I heard him mutter, "Sweet?" Then
he did an astonishing thing, and leaned over and licked the drop from my
cock.
"Sweet Mother of God," I mumbled as another electric shock ran
through my body and I felt my knees tremble. My cock throbbed and pulled out of
his hand. We both watched as it bounced off my stomach and then bobbed around as
though it had taken on a life of its own.
I watched Leigh's eyes and saw
that he was transfixed by the motion of my cock and saw him lick his lips in
anticipation. He once again grabbed my cock and resumed his ministrations. Soon
another drop of clear fluid formed and he licked that one off also, but this
time his tongue lingered and swiped along the entire head of my cock. He
squeezed and another drop appeared. He placed his lips on the end of my cock and
I could feel him try to suck more out. I pushed forward slowly and his lips
parted as more of the head pushed into his mouth. I put a hand on the back of
his head and pressed harder. The head of my cock popped into his mouth and I
sighed.
Leigh was a natural. I felt his tongue swirl around the fat head
of my cock as he maintained a slight suction. I felt my balls pull up and
tighten and the unmistakable tingle forewarning of an ejaculation. I threw all
caution to the wind. My ass cheeks clenched and unclenched as my body began the
reflex squeezing of the prostate.
"Get ready, boy," I exclaimed. "You're
about to get a mouthful of candy."
The words had barely left my lips as
the first blast of cum covered his tonsils. The little devil swallowed
valiantly, but some of the cum foamed at the corners of his mouth and then
dribbled to his chin. His hand had been continually stroking my cock but now he
stopped and squeezed it as though to force out more of my sperm. My knees
quivered and I placed a hand on the vanity to stop myself from collapsing to the
floor.
My valiant little cocksucker continued his ministrations until my
cock head became too sensitive and I pulled it out of his mouth with and audible
pop. His lips remained pursed and his eyes followed my retreating cock like a
newborn who's lost hold of the teat.
He tilted his head and looked at me
wide-eyed, licking the corners of his mouth, and said, "again?"
I
chuckled and tousled his mop of red hair as I said, "maybe later." I looked down
at his small cock, which had swollen, and now a fat four inches of meat stuck
out from his crotch.
"But first," I said, "let's go into the living room
and grandpa will take care of the Little Monster."