Nickie's Story, Part 2

M/b(4), ped

It turned out to be a lot more difficult than I thought it would be to keep my babysitter going. Despite the fervor with which he fondled me while I was supposed to be asleep on his lap, he made no attempts at me whenever I was awake. To my end, I tried to go shirtless as much as possible, since that was what he went for first. I wanted him to see those two tiny nipples he had played with that particular day out in the open, begging for him to pinch them again. Furthermore, although this wasn't much of a change, I only wore my shorts around him, especially my shorter ones, letting as much smooth skin reveal itself to his eyes as he wanted to see. Lastly, I would actually push my shorts down on my waist whenever possible and let the waistband of my boyish briefs show, oftentimes revealing a bit of the white cotton and some of the cartoony pattern underneath.

A few days pass with not even a suspicious glance and I was starting to worry that I'd never feel that strange sensation again of him playing with my tot-sized weewee. At nighttime, I would roll my thumb over it in the same manner he did and feel a slight tingle as my tiny hard-on began to fill my briefs, but it was so much better when he did it. Even if I slipped my hand down into my underoos and slid my fingers along my dickie (a technique I thought of trying by myself, mind you), it only felt good and not quite "special" the way my babysitter touched it. Another idea flashed in my mind the night before as I remembered the exact way it had gone done the first time, so I prepared for the next day.

I had been pretending to be asleep when he molested me the first time, as I would be the second time, and as many times as it took for him to keep going. Carefully selecting my dress, I laid out my clothes on my bed as my mom headed off to work: two tiny white ankle socks with gray heel and toe, a faded pair of Toy Story briefs, my shortest pair of jean shorts, and a shortsleeved button-up and collared plaid shirt. I prided myself on being able to do buttons and tie shoes by myself, and I strategically left the top three buttons undone this early summer morning, easily revealing much of the middle of my chest and the curve of my babyish pecs. My boyhood was already hard at just the thought and sticking up at an angle at me as I slipped on my undies and the rest of my clothes; I was ready to be molested.

After my babysitter arrived, we had an active playday like normal, followed by boardgames and then lunch. Nothing puts the mind in a fog like a full tummy on a warm day, so before long I mentioned how sleepy I was as I hopped up onto the couch next to him whilst he flipped on the tv. With a little smile like always, he patted the tops of his legs and invited me onto his lap, my throne. Beaming with anticipation, I accepted and laid against him, a euphoric sense of deja vu hitting me as I spread my tiny legs open on the outside of his, letting his arms hold me about the waist. If I weren't so excited about what I had been hoping he'd do, I would actually have fallen asleep, but after several minutes passed, he did the inevitable.

"Nickie?" he asked like last time. It was hard not to smile wickedly as I laid on his chest and tummy with my eyes closed, completely vulnerable and dressed as a boylover would like. I could hear him swallow and his heartbeat increased, the steady rhythm picking up pace, resonating with my own chest. He shook me a bit, trying to rouse me awake again. "Nickie?" he asked, louder. This time, I didn't know if he was really trying to wake me up or just testing again, so I stayed quiet. Looking back, I'm very glad that I did.

Apparently satisfied, his fingertips began to wander again. His breathing became louder as his fingers tugged open most of the remaining buttons on my little shirt, revealing my entire chest to his eyes. He groaned as I felt air hit my bare skin, quickly followed by the gentle caress of a boylover. His fingers swirled against my skin, raising goosebumps on my chest. He wasted no time however, and eagerly pinched one of my awaiting nipples.

I had to stifle a moan and maintain composure this time. He had rubbed me through my shirt last time, but skin on skin contact was entirely different, and much more electric to me. My babyish nipple hardened immediately as he flicked it with his thumb and forefinger before moving onto the other one and duplicating his efforts. I did squirm gently, but he didn't notice as he pleasured my tiny pink peaks. I kept flexing my toes inside my miniature socks subconsciously as he very gently twisted my nipples, groaning a bit while he pushed his erection against me.

Surprisingly, after only a couple of seconds of this, he stopped. I fought the urge to open my eyes and look around to see what was going on. My breathing had already picked up and there was an anxious urgency stirring between my legs, but my dickie hadn't started to harden quite yet. I felt myself get light as he picked me up off of himself and set me down again flat on my back on the couch.

Disappointed, I cracked my eyes just a tiny bit to see if he had already gotten done touching me, just in time to watch as he wrapped his lips around one of my tiny peaks and flicked his tongue against the stiffened tip. My whole body tensed up and I trembled as he tongued my boyish chest, switching to the other nipple after a few moments, grazing his teeth on the soft surface of my sensitive skin. I choked out a girly whimper and frowned slightly in my fake sleep, the sexual stimulation escaping slightly as I subconsciously rubbed my ankle socked feet together. My babysitter's breathing got louder as he continued to molest me, his adult-sized hand running up my bare thigh to the jean shorts and finally covering my entire little mound of boyhood with his palm, squeezing my soft package delicately.

I was in heaven. Biting my lip and undoubtedly blushing, probably betraying the fact that I was not asleep (but it was a good thing my babysitter was in the moment too), my tiny cocklet hardened almost immediately under his gentle diddling. He kneaded the puny tent in my jean shorts until it stood straight up, finishing my pink nipples for now with another twirl of his tongue before sitting up.

He picked up one of my skinny legs and put it across his lap so they were spread around him, my babysitter scooting up to get closer as he eyed the inch and a half of erect boyhood trapped in my shorts. I trembled still, sneaking another peek to keep an eye on whether he was done or not, my hips pushing up at him between breathless gasps for air. Finally, his fingers unsnapped the waistband of my jean shorts, slowly pulling down the zipper and revealing more of my cartoon undies to his eyes. There it was.

My babysitter groaned loudly and pushed harder against me once he saw the obscene bulge poking up from the fabric of my briefs underneath the spread v shape of my open fly. Obligingly, he ran his thumb along the short length of my hard little rod, causing my four year old self to coo quietly while he pleased me. I squeezed him slightly between my legs once he got to actually stroking the hardened button. Shivering from my severe arousal, I could feel another kind of urgency between my legs as the electric tickle within the center of my weewee started to get stronger.

My moaning became louder, almost whorish as he sped up, molesting my tiny tent with his fingers. I pushed my hips up harder and for longer, thrusting my inch and a half into his stroking fingers when it happened. Something inside of my dickie grew quickly to a fever pitch and I gasped loudly, my first orgasm crashing into me. My tent pulsed quickly inside my briefs, trying to soak the cotton with boyish milk that I didn't have yet, my mouth open and my eyes shut tightly as I moaned chokingly. I couldn't control my breathing as my babysitter recognized what was happening, to which he did something even better.

He groaned out of arousal and hurriedly tugged my briefs down past my tent, my still-pulsing weewee having it's orgasm in the air now. I cried out as another sensation hit my tiny dickie and I opened my eyes to see what it was. Just like my nipple, my babysitter had wrapped his lips around my erection, flicking the hardened length with his tongue and swirling around my miniature cockhead. I pushed my hips hard into his mouth and finished my dry orgasm with all inch and a half stabbing as far as I could into his mouth with my hips up off the couch. Then it was over.

With a wet squelching noise, my still erect dickie slipped out of his mouth and I collapsed back to the sofa, sweat on my brow as I panted, trying to regain my breath. My babysitter ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could and I heard similar moaning from within while I lay there on the couch still, my pulse finally slowing back down and my weewee going back to its soft little self above my almost nonexistent balls with my undies and shorts tugged down just enough to reveal my boyish little genitals. I almost pulled them back up and rebuttoned my shirt before I realized that my babysitter still had to do that for me since he thought I was asleep the whole time, so I just awaited his return. So that was what an orgasm felt like...