My Angel Ollie, Part 3

M/b(4), Ped, Cons

I watched Ollie in the early morning sunlight for long enough to actually notice the sun change position. His soft chest rose and fell with each deep breath, the sheet cast aside, not necessary in the quickly warming summer days. The small child lay almost spread eagled on his tiny mattress, leaving myself only a few inches to lie on my side as I spied his perfectly angelic form. My eyes followed the smooth skin of his sweet bare chest down to his tiny little bellybutton, then down to the soft cotton of his briefs that held my own private treasure.

Just watching the small four year old breathe so innocently in his deep slumber and knowing what his tiny body had been through last night was enough to get my member rock hard, as I had been the entire time I watched him. It was beyond difficult to not touch that tiny bump nestled right there between his legs, almost invisible in the cartoon print of his underwear, and I finally succumbed.

Reaching up slowly and placing the palm of my hand on his silky thigh, I extended my fingers toward the warm vee of his crotch, gently rubbing the pads of my fingers along the nestled boyhood within.

I wanted him to wake up frisky, eager to please the receptive four year old I had been tasked to watch. Continuing to fondle his treasure within, I increased the pressure on his tiny groin, rubbing more insistently as I began to pinch the nubbin through the cotton. I had still not seen his actual little cocklet, and the mystery tantalized me as to how it actually looked. In his sleep, the angelic child groaned and furrowed his brow, his feet rubbing together, the only part of his anatomy actually covered by the sheet on the bed. Hopefully he was dreaming; I could only imagine it took a turn for the strange after I started to fondle his little dickie.

The bump inside his briefs finally started to harden after almost a minute of solid rubbing, the small boy squirming more often as I started to earnestly stroke the growing cocklet. Gazing down at my fingers working the slightly lengthening rod, I actually watched the process of Ollie getting an erection. His sleep-messed blond hair framed his soft face and even though his eyebrows made him look concerned as he squinted harder in his sleep, I knew it was just to deal with the pleasant sexual tingling he was starting to feel. His mouth fell open every now and then as he subconsciously rocked his hips, whimpering groans escaping his little throat here and there.

More aroused than I had ever been and delighting in my own slow torture, I leaned down and delivered to Ollie the same sensation that brought us here in the first place, flicking the tiny pink tips of his bare nipples with my tongue. I saw and heard Ollie's breathing picking up as I continued to stroke the now-standing cocklet through his undies again, fondling his short length with only two fingers since it was only an inch long. Not waiting for the flesh to harden, I bit down with my front teeth on the small tyke's sensitive flesh, hearing him moan sharply, turning my head as he did to see a confused four year old open his eyes sleepily  before he figured out what was going on. The tiny boy smiled down at me in response to my fondling of his formerly private areas before another sensation took precendence.

"Ooh! Gotta peeee!" Ollie cried out, rolling out from underneath me suddenly, hitting the floor running. I giggled to myself as I saw his tiny boner flop inside his underwear with each quick stride as he sprinted to the bathroom. Well, at least there's always later for a little bit of fun. Once he came back, striding almost nude with just his cartoon underwear separating him from the elements, I decided I would make my little Ollie practically beg to be molested. I wanted him to be so aroused that he would grind against my leg just to get his little self off. As such, my teasing began.

"Hey Ollie," I called out in a singsong voice, holding open my arms for the small child to walk into for a hug. The blond cherub smiled shyly and opened his arms too, my semi-dressed self embracing with his practically naked body. Gently pushing him back after a quick huggle, I ran my hand up the skin of his smooth thigh, crossing over to the cotton-covered area of his briefs before glancing along the small dot in between his legs (with a small coo emanating from Ollie, of course), and finally letting my hand come to a rest on the four year old's chest, my thumb casually rubbing that familiar pink nipple. My charge stood compliantly, still smiling down at me as I looked up at him, almost giddy with anticipation at turning this child on.

"Do you still like it when I do that?" I asked, adding in my forefinger so I could lightly pinch the hardening nub of nipple on his chest, the tiny tip stiff like a miniature version of a BB. 

"Nnnh... Yeah... It makes my weewee feew aww tingwy too now," the small boy confessed with a sleepy morning voice. His Rs and Ls were almost indistinguishable, especially when he was a tired little tyke. Moving to the other pink tip, I flicked the soft skin with my tongue to stiffen it up, continuing to pinch his other still saliva-slick nipple with my fingers. I actually was able to watch that babyish bump inside his briefs push stiffly against the fabric of his briefs as Ollie's breaths turned into girlish moans, the four year old's tiny erection having stood up all by itself for the first time.

"I have a game I want to play, lil' Ollie," I stated in between nibbles of his tiny chest, my hand working its way down to the small boy's waist in between his shivering groans. Extending my thumb like I did this morning, I softly diddled that inchlong protrusion in his briefs, and as I looked up to see if he had even heard me, I saw an expression of pure arousal on the four year old's face. His eyes were closed with reddened cheeks underneath them, the little tyke biting his lower lip and sometimes opening his mouth partway to breathe, all punctuated by arched-up eyebrows as though he were anxious, though I knew he was just enjoying the tickles all throughout his adorable body. "Did you hear me, Ollie?" I asked, smiling myself at the effect my molesting was having on such a young child.

"Nnnnnh, w-what...?" he asked, pushing his hips forward as I continued to rub his puny erection, finally opening his eyes. I almost groaned out loud; his opened eyes made him look even hornier with the rest of his facial features. It was all I could do to not just pounce him and suck him off right there.

"I wanna play a little game with you," I reiterated, slowing my diddling down so he could concentrate better. Of course, to any child, a game is good news, even one as preoccupied with a certain situation as Ollie currently was, the boy smiling weakly back at me as he dealt with the feelings his dickie shot through his body.

"Uhnn~~ What kinda game?" he asked, still pressing the stiff bump in his underoos into my hand as I slowly milked him. My own member was thoroughly coated with precum by now, a wet spot leaking through my boxers as my lifelong dream came true in front of me.

"I'm gonna get you dressed for the day, but I'm gonna make you feel really REALLY good when I'm done, okay?" I declared with a questioning undertone, asking if he understood the rules as well.

"You mean 'feew bettuh' wike, down dere...?" he asked, looking down at his babyish bump that I still fondled while we talked, my fingers having a hard time to stroke such a short length. Smiling, albeit devilishly, I nodded back at my favorite little boy in the world.

"Mhmm, and I say that we should start with your undies!" I declared, tugging that small pair of briefs down and off his waist, accompanied by a girlish whimper. Finally, there it was: little Ollie's bare erection. His tiny dickie was the smoothest little rod God ever graced on a boy, his short length offset by just how sensitive to the touch it was, my thumb going back to its rightful home as I stroked little Oliver fully for the first time.

"Aahh-aahnn!" the young child cried out, his hips pulling back involuntarily as he spasmed slightly. His tender dickie almost seemed to stiffen even more, hardening up as I continued to molest him, rubbing just my thumb up and down his tiny length.

"Okay, now it's time to figure out what kind of undies I want you to wear today, okay?" I declared, pulling away from his achingly stiff weewee to pull open his drawers and take a look through all his childish clothing. Ollie purred as he nodded, the naked boy watching me rifle through his dresser with blushy cheeks still highlighting his face.

Clothes of that strange age between boy and toddler greeted me as I searched for the cutest outfits of his. Miniature socks and undies with little cartoon animals mixed together along with preteen style t-shirts and shorts suitable for a young skateboarder. I even found a couple pairs of boxer shorts in his dresser, as well as a pair of overalls that definitely came from Ollie's toddlerhood.

"Heeey, it got aww soft again..." Ollie said, sounding disappointed. I must have taken too long to find what I wanted him to wear, and as I turned my head to take a look at the four year old, I saw him gaze down at the already flaccid bump in between his legs, his dickie having softened back to its normal length. That was just fine with me; it was about as arousing as anything could get to feel his soft weewee boning up in between his whimpers.

"Don't worry little guy; we'll just have to make it stand up again," I chided, fluffling up his hair before holding open a pair of little briefs I found for him. He obediently stepped into the Ben 10 underoos, the cotton briefs fitting snugly around his waist as I tugged them up his hips. I purposely let the waistband drag across the soft nub of his dickie so it would push the little rod up and make it more prominent inside his briefs, the sight of his boyish bump such sweet torture for me to not touch yet.

"Now what awe you gonna put on me?" Ollie asked, brushing his longish blond hair back behind his ears, though the sides always came out anyway, making him look like a precious little girl instead of an even cuter little boy.
"Well," I said, leaning to the side so I was able to reach back into his dresser, pulling out a balled-up pair of his socks. "I was thinking that I'd go all out of order!" I stated with a smile, unfurling the tiny athletic socks and dangling them from my hand. Having the intended effect, the small boy giggled and stuck out one miniature foot for me.

"Weww, if you wewe gonna do that, you wouwdn't 'a put my undies on me yet!" Ollie concluded, struggling to maintain balance on his single foot. A four year old's logic had trumped my own; it put my mind at ease, if only just a little, to know that I had at least chosen to molest a four year old that was mature for his age. Grinning wryly to myself in defeat, I playfully pushed on his tiny chest, shoving him onto his back on top of the bed to a chorus of his delightful laughter.

"You're too smart for your own good, little Ollie," I declared, separating the two socks from each other and slipping his feet into each one, the white athletic ankle socks with gray heel and toe and red stitching across the toe seam perfectly suiting his playful image. Achingly erect, I stood up and looked down at the nearly nude boy, gazing at the work of art below me. As he was right then, Ollie would have fit perfectly in an underwear advertisement. Dressed in only his briefs and ankle socks, I couldn't help but reach down with a grin and rub my thumb back and forth across the puny bump inside the Ben 10 underwear. I was slightly shocked to discover it was already as hard as a rock underneath my gentle fondles. I looked up and met eyes with a little tyke, winking at the aroused child.

"Heehe~ It got aww hawd when you wewe putting on my socks," he declared, lifting up his dainty feet, which I obligingly tickled, again to a chorus of little boy laughter. Going back to playing with the stiff protrusion in his underwear, I felt him sigh and shiver underneath me.

"Ollie, I want to hear you say something, okay?" I prodded, the idea itself making me leak a generous amount of precum into my boxers as I thought of it. The telltale blush of arousal tinted the four year old's cheeks once more as he went back to pushing his hips against my diddling fingers.

"Wike what?" he asked innocently, his breathing starting to take on a moaning tone underneath it already.

"I want you to say 'I want you to make me cum,'" I stated, letting the small child raise his knees up to rest his socked feet on the bed itself as he humped into my hand.

"Hnn~ What's making me 'cum'?" he asked, even the clarifying question hot to my ears.

"Remember last night when your weewee felt really really good because I rubbed it?" I asked, running my fingers along the small swell of his puny balls inside his undies, the sac seeming to tighten up as a strong whimper broke out of his throat.

"Hhhaaa!! Y-yeah!" he cried out, squirming as the tickles already started to gnaw at him, "I'm kinda feewing wike it wight now!" Ollie exhaled with a whining moan, sounding like a dirty lesbian porn video. I almost came just from the sound alone; if this kept up, I would cum before he did.

"Nhh... Well, that was called cumming, so if you say 'I want you to make me cum,' I'll let you feel that good all over again. Does that sound good?" I asked, goading the four year old into asking to be molested.

"Nnnnnggh~!! I want you to make me cum!" Ollie whimpered, the dirty words so incongruous out of his young mouth. I hurriedly grabbed the t-shirt I had picked out beforehand and held it up with one hand for him to see what I wanted to do, my other hand still fondling his stiff little nubbin as he squirmed underneath me.

"We better hurry and get you dressed then we can make your little dickie cum, right?" I giggled, slipping a pale yellow t-shirt with purple scribble-like drawings of a snowboarder grinding down a rail over his head and letting him work his arms through the little holes. As he began to tug the hem of the shirt down to cover his little tummy though, I stayed his hand, keeping the tiny pink dots of his nipples in view.

"Nuh-uh," I retorted to him, leaning down over the bare skin of his revealed chest, only Ollie's arms and shoulders covered by the shirt. "This is when it starts to feel really good."

With that, I brought my lips down to the tip of his succulent nipple, little Ollie tensing up already since he knew what was coming. Without tonguing it first, I just bit the tip of his sensitive flesh softly with only my teeth, my hand returning to the stiffness between his squirming legs. He cried out while I continued to nibble at the hardening flesh, my free hand returning up to the four year old's chest to pinch and tweak its twin, my mouth and hand switching places every few seconds. The small boy's breathing turned ragged and irregular as he fought to keep his eyes open, his overwhelmed body shuddering under all the attention.

"Hnn...!" he moaned with a whining overtone at the end, his tiny body dwarfed by mine as I held myself above his submissive self. "I-I'm gonna cum!" he warned, knowing by experience what it felt like when he was close. I immediately stopped molesting his inchlong rod and chest to a cry of dismay, sitting up to hurriedly grab the final piece of his wardrobe before I would let him milk. 

"Okay little guy: this is it, then I'll let you cum," I declared, holding open the faded dark blue cargo jean shorts I had picked out for him, the aroused child haphazardly kicking his socked feet through the leg holes so I could hurry and tug them up his hips.

"Huwwy! I gotta cum!" Ollie demanded, letting me pull up the shorts, though I did not zip up the fly or button the waistband, instead letting the throbbing tent inside his briefs poke up through the open shorts. I licked my lips at what I was about to do, looking down at a very young boy, aroused to the point of almost having an orgasm, "dressed" in the cutest outfit my pedo mind could plan for him.

"Alright, you can cum now," I stated, leaning back down to his level. This time though, I ignored his tender chest and just tugged down the briefs to reveal his aching weewee in its one inch glory, pulling the briefs to below his miniature balls. The pink cocklet begged me to stroke it, though I did it one better, wrapping my lips around his entire length and tightening around it. Ollie whinnied at the new sensation of a hot, moist mouth around his tiny dickie, his entire body tensing as I slowly began to twirl my tongue around his entire boyhood. Since he was so short, I didn't have to bob my head to reach all of his little erection, so I instead washed every millimeter of skin I could find. Sliding my tongue against his sensitive underside made him actually arch his back as he thrust as hard as he could into my mouth. 

"Ahhn!!! Hnnn!! I'm cumming!" Ollie cried out with a broken voice as he pushed his hips up high. With the first pulse of his orgasm, his inchlong erection practically jumped in my mouth, my tongue able to feel each wave of his contracting muscles trying to squirt milk that the small child didn't have. His whines grew in pitch as he shivered, his tiny erection hardening up even more in the middle of his orgasm while I continued to lick along his length, reaching up to play with the stiff dots of his nipples to try and make it even more intense. His legs continued to squirm and, though I couldn't see it, little Ollie's toes kept balling up into foot fists inside his adorable ankle socks as I gave him his second orgasm of his life.

Feeling his erect little inch squirt dryly against my tongue still, all that went through my mind was to continue suckling the small boy until he couldn't take it any more. I came in my own underwear as I sucked off four year old Ollie, his whole body arching up instinctively. It's funny how nature told Ollie to push his hips up, serving to insure the chances of his sperm reaching an egg if he were inside a vagina, though all it did with his dry orgasm was make me know he was in the midst of sexual bliss. His moans mixed with mine before his dickie stopped twitching, my underwear gooey with my own milk as he slumped back down to the bed.

"Gnnn~~" Ollie cooed, his muscles going slack while his inchlong erection quickly softened within my mouth. His orgasm dying down, I slowly licked along his shrinking nubbin while his whimpering breaths slowed down to normal. The four year old boy re-opened his eyes at the same time I finished up, letting his flaccid penis slip out of my mouth. He blinked wearily while a big smile crept across his face, the sexual tickles still on their way out of his body.

"That fewt SO goooood!" he said, still with a moaning undertone in his voice. I giggled and pulled his underwear back up, finally zipping up and buttoning his shorts for the first time, though I couldn't resist his chest, giving each nipple a suckling kiss before pulling his shirt down to cover the now fully-dressed boy.

"Was that cum better than last night?" I asked Ollie, pulling him up into a sitting position, wrapping my arms around him to cuddle the postcoital child. I stroked his beautiful blond hair as he nodded, grinning up at me.

"Mmmmhmmmmm," he purred, resting his head against my chest. I kissed the side of his head and stood up the adorable tyke in front of me, dressed in the cute outfit he had let me chosen for him. He slipped his hands inside the pockets of his jean shorts, the boyish t-shirt and ankle socks completing the outfit that drove me wild.

"Well then, mister Ollie," I began, placing my hands on his hips and rocking him back and forth, eliciting giggles from the still sexually high child. "How about we go see a movie?" I asked him, winking at the four year old. He enthusiastically nodded, setting the rest of our journey in motion.