My Angel Ollie - Part 1

M/b, ped

	I tousled the tiny boy’s already fluffy hair, the blonde imp giggling with closed eyes as he allowed my touch. The four year-old little angel could not be any cuter, his genuine and toothy smile showing off all his teeth, the grin so wide his eyes closed by themselves.
	“Whaaaaat?” he asked, a laughing bit of exasperation in his voice as I continued to mess up his shoulder length mop of downy hair.
	“Nothin’” I claimed, stopping my innocent attack and letting the child get back to his video game. However, I couldn’t help but stare at least a little bit at his cherubic face as he concentrated, a small giggle emanating from me as well, albeit unconsciously.
	Young Oliver’s face was nothing short of perfection. His lips were full and a deep red, but not irritatingly so. They offset the tiny tyke’s soft green eyes, always alert, yet also friendly at the same time, the small boy perpetually on the verge of crinkling his eyes into a grin. Ollie’s tongue stabbed through between his clenched teeth as he concentrated on making whatever video game hero he was controlling not die, the cross-legged child leaning each desired direction to will his hero to safety.
	Ollie was a “big boy” now and hated to be treated as a toddler. His reasoning was sound as well; he never wet the bed anymore and could dress himself in even the more difficult clothing such as his cartoon underroos, adorably boyish ankle socks, and, most impressivly, his lace-up shoes. In other words, he was ripe for the plucking, even if he was a little young. Oliver had an effect on me that I’ve never felt from anyone else before; all I could do was wait until the right time to make my advance on him and hope he reciprocated. Thus, when the four year-old’s mother called me up and asked me to babysit because of an unexpected family emergency, I happily obliged. After all, what else would a good neighbor say? Walking up to the door as his mother was getting ready to leave, my motives were reaffirmed twice over as I gazed upon this precious little boy for the first time this evening.
	With his mom’s voice buzzing in my ears, I paid her barely enough attention to respond as I drank in her son’s adorableness. He had his hands clasped together behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels, making his hips swing in and out as he waited for the adults to be done talking. This young boy was practically catering directly to me, wearing a shirt that must have been quite old for it was rather ill-fitting; even pulled down, the hem of his dark gray tee slipped back up, constantly exposing the waistband of his tiny jeans and even the red border of his childish briefs. A skateboarding lizard adorned his front, a garish decoration for sure. Speaking of his jeans, the boot-cut pants were rolled up at the ankles several inches. Highlighting that move were his tiny feet, clad in some super soft and fluffy looking plain white ankle socks, which are a direct fetish of mine. I felt a blush come to my cheeks immediately as I looked him over again: shirt, jeans, adorable underroos, cute sockies, and an angelic face with a tow-headed mane to cap it off. Did I just die and go to heaven? When he brought his hands around to the front and stuffed his hands into his pockets, I also saw that he was wearing little white sweatbands on his wrists as well, his visage making it difficult for me to not pounce and molest him right there in the doorway.
	Watching the little tyke wasn’t even a chore; the little man may as well have just watched himself, he was so relaxed and mature for his age. After he tired of his video game and we broke for food, he even washed his own dinner plate (with my assistance of course), standing on a small stepstool while I held onto his slender hips to keep him from falling, subtly catching a sniff of his messy hair. The faint smell of strawberry entered my nose as I smiled slyly, watching Ollie’s miniature hands wipe the pizza grease off the plate in the soapy water before proclaiming that he was done with a flourish of his long hair. I decided right there and then that more people need to let their small boys grow out their hair if they want to.
	“Alright, little Tiger, do you wanna watch a movie tonight?” I nonchalantly asked him as I lifted him off the stool with a small grunt, slipping my hands underneath his armpits to hoist him momentarily off the ground, not missing the chance to swing my little charge around the room several times. His giggles mixed heavenly with the sight of such a genuine boy having fun, creating an air of joviality that couldn’t be matched. I wanted to watch this boy until the end of time. I wanted him to be my child, the child with the tousled hair and fluffy socks.
	“Mhmm! I wanna see a scawy movie tonight!” he cried, latching tightly onto my arms to keep me from dropping him as I swung him. God, he can’t even pronounce his Rs yet. He’s too young, isn’t he? No matter, I already made my decision hours ago; this boy will be mine.
	“Are you suuuure? I have to admit, you have been a pretty good boy today…” I acquiesced, knowing in my heart of hearts that I’d let this boy do whatever he wanted. “But, this has to be our little secret okay? You can’t tell your mommy that I let you watch something like that, okay?”
	“Weawwy?!” Ollie was too adorable for words. He expected me to not even entertain the thought, let alone outright let him watch something obviously not meant for him to see. He clutched his hands together underneath his chin and hopped a couple times on the carpet, a high-pitched whine in his throat. “Waaah, this is gonna be so cooool! I nevuh seen a movie like that befowe! I’ll be back!” Suddenly, the four year-old darted off to his bedroom and rustled around in there, cheering quietly to himself over and over again as I looked for a movie that wouldn’t destroy his sense too badly. I’ll let him watch Shaun of the Dead: not scary per se, but definitely up that alley to a four year-old.
	“Okay! I’m weady!” I turned my head to see my little Ollie all ready for the movie, holding his baby blanket draped across one arm before he bounded on the couch and flopping onto his back with his head on the end cushion. I can already tell you this is going to be my favorite part of the evening. Even though he already had a bath before I got there, it wouldn't even have been as intimate as this, and this is where I make my move. As soon as I hit play on the DVD, this little boy will be mine. I plopped onto the couch down by his feet, casually taking one and tickling it through the thick cotton of his athletic sock before the menus even start.
	“Eeeee!! Stop iiiit~” Ollie whimpered, pretend pouting between giggles and kicking his foot back underneath him to avoid my wandering hands. Bare ankles drive me wild, and with his knees bent up like that, I could see several inches of pure boyish flesh halfway up his calf and all of his snow white ankle sockies. I was already feeling aroused, but I had to play it off casually and bide my time.
	“Hey Ollie, you want a little massage?” I asked the small boy as the studio credits start to roll. He casted his eyes over toward me and I could tell he was slightly confused, so I elaborated. “A massage is where I rub you in a way that feels good and relaxing. That sound good, mister man?” I grinned at him, already grabbing his leg one more time and pulling it across my lap, running my fingers along the hairless flesh of his calf and high ankle, making sure to rub his tiny socked foot without tickling it as I demonstrate.
	“Suwe, if you wanna! It feels kinda good,” he smiled as he unknowingly gives me permission to take away some more of his innocence. He placed his other leg across my lap as well, rubbing his feet idly as he watched the movie in all of its over-the-top gory comedy. His smooth legs aroused me to the point of almost having an orgasm, just feeling up this four year-old’s tender skin and seeing him in such a cute outfit. I had to have more.
	“Okay bud,” I declared after about fifteen minutes of casual massaging, “it’s time for your back.” My tone was as matter-of-fact as if I were just reading a menu at a restaurant.
	“Hmm?” Ollie asked, tilting his head as he looked down at his own legs, noticing that I wasn’t rubbing anymore. “Oh, okies!” Such an accepting little boy. I patted my lap and beckoned for him to join me at my end of the couch. His tiny self clambered out from underneath his baby blanket, his eyes locked on the screen so as to not miss any single part of this rated R movie, so I helped guide him onto my lap with my hands on his hips for the second time tonight. Ecstasy.
	“Here, you just lie across me like this~” I trailed off, pulling the small child down onto me so that his chest was directly across my lap with his head on a small end pillow I scavenged from my side of the couch so he could continue to watch the movie. His gorgeous blonde hair splayed out all over the pillow, just the sheer sight of his boyish beauty making me run my fingers through it once again.
	“Okay, small fry, this’ll feel even better than your little feetsies did, ‘kay?” I whisper to him and get a slight nod in return, tiny Oliver really getting into that movie. It was almost like a drug to him, the zombie comedy on par with having carnal knowledge in terms of its forbiddenness motivating the boy to not miss one single second of it, even if he didn’t understand most of what was going on. I could probably do anything I want to this little guy right now and he wouldn’t protest. To that end, I glanced down at his jeans. A young boy he definitely is, with his baby butt so obviously soft to the touch, even just looking at its curve through the rough denim material. The jeans slung low on his hips, leaving the red elastic waistband of his cartoon briefs in plain sight. As not-so-angelic intentions raced through my mind, I pushed the little tyke’s shirt up in the back to reveal the skin of his back.
	“A-aah, it’s kinda cowd…” Ollie began, the cooler air of night causing the flesh of his back to erupt in gooseflesh. I dragged my warm fingers across all those tiny little bumps, the four year-old shivering from the light touch tickling his skin, with a slight groan slipping from his young throat. “Hnnnn! That tickows!” The boy let out another of his addicting giggles, squirming slightly on my lap as he kicked his legs behind him idly to deal with the sensations.
	“Here, how about this, then?” I asked as I increased the pressure, trying to ease the tickling but also to stimulate this little boy’s pleasure in his back. A quiet moan and a slow nod rewarded my question, and I even caught Ollie close his eyes, leaving the movie alone to play by itself for the first time in an hour. He gradually got used to it, my warm fingers slipping all over his back too ticklish to the small fry at first, but soon enough he was back to watching the movie and groaning every so often in contentment with a permanent smile on his lips. It was then that I made my move.
	The movie still had about half an hour left in it, and Ollie was knee-deep in the adult plot and my world famous massage, so I figured it was time to expand the area of the massage. I let my fingers drift to his side more and more, and Ollie had already rolled onto his side so he could rest his neck and watch the movie better. I still can’t adequately explain how cute his hair was all splayed out on the pillow, especially framing his soft, almost girlish face. Slipping around underneath his ribs, I rubbed carefully around to his front over the course of several minutes, so as to appear casual, seeming to do it by accident. He never noticed.
	Emboldened by the presence of my warm hand already near his bellybutton, I worked my hand cautiously up the shirt of the tiny four year-old boy. Rubbing his tummy in small circles, I eventually slipped up to his immature rib cage, letting my fingers explore every nook and cranny of his structure. At this point, I was almost painfully aroused because of how long I had delayed the inevitable. I was going to pleasure this child whether he knew it or not, and all this was just foreplay to that act. Therefore, my pants had a liberal helping of precum, though I dare not rearrange or otherwise show the youngster. Resting my palm on his ribs, I let my fingers slowly explore the boy’s babyish chest, watching my own hand work its magic underneath his shirt. He never took his gaze off the film even as I had taken to rubbing his chest exclusively. Just a little bit more… and bingo.
	I felt a change in texture. The boy’s soft chest flesh was pleasant to the touch, but my fingertips suddenly rubbed against something even softer and about the size of a dime. Touching the four year-old’s nipple caused another leak of precum into my pants, though there was no telling from the outside. Ollie twitched slightly as I grazed his nipple, though didn’t seem to give it any special thought. Leaving my hand there to let him adjust to it before I made my next move, I watched him watch the movie some more. Crap, the film was almost up; I’d better get down to business if I wanted to eventually make this boy have his first orgasm sometime soon.
	Ergo, I pinched the tiny nip in between my forefinger and thumb, rolling it gently in between the pads of both fingers. Almost immediately, a slight whimper sounded from Ollie, whom had taken to squirming on my lap with his hips, also rubbing his socked feet together. My heart flooded with a warming sensation, dispersing quickly throughout my body as this was the deciding point as to whether or not I could continue. Feeling another wet dribble of precum leak out, I slid the tip of my thumb gently back and forth across the stiffening tip of this small child’s sensitive nipple, feeling it harden slowly due to my sensual touch.
	“Oooooooh…” Ollie crooned, forgetting about the movie and rolling from his side onto his back, his green eyes drawn to mine as he probed for an explanation. “Th-that feels weiwd…” the small boy whispered breathily with my hand disappeared underneath his t-shirt. Swallowing heavily, I moved my hand towards the tiny tyke’s other nipple underneath the cotton, it already hardened from the stimulation my hand provided to the first one. Another quiet whimper escaped the four year-old’s lips as I stroked the very tip of his boy nipple with my two fingers, sending the first waves of sexual excitement through the innocent child’s body.
	“I know, but it feels good, huh?” I asked casually, trying to make it seem like no big deal as I gulped down another breath of air while molesting this child, barely out of his toddler phase. I expanded my hand’s rubbing to include the boy’s little tummy and the rest of his chest once more, but paid especially close attention to those tiny pink peaks of his, subtly stimulating little Ollie’s body as much as I could while being somewhat discreet.
	“Nnhnn…” the blonde four year-old moaned in agreement, tilting his head to try bringing his attention back to the ending of the film even as I continued to touch him in exciting new areas. His cheeks tinged pink with heat whenever I pinched each nipple slightly harder than normal, usually eliciting another whimper and even once a slow thrust of his hips up into the air, this little boy obviously getting into it, even if he didn’t know exactly what “it” was. The credits soon began to roll and Oliver, unburdened by the need to pay attention to anything besides my touches, tilted his head to look back up into my eyes.
	“A-awe you gonna stop touchin’ my boobs?” he said in his adorably content voice, a breathy hum at the end of the question showing me he still felt some level of pleasure from being molested like this. I was about to erupt at any moment, but the only reason I didn’t was because there was still so much to be done to this little tyke.
	“Why? Do you want me to stop?” I asked, somewhat teasing by pulling my hand out from underneath his shirt and placing both of them behind my head as if I were lounging. I was acting so well, he must have thought this was a very normal thing for me to be doing to him judging by my performance at nonchalance.
	“………Nooo… I kinda l-like it,” Ollie stated, biting his lower lip in anticipation at keeping the good feelings rolling, the tiny boy starting to sit up so he could pull the hem of his shirt up to give me better access. “Will you keep goin’?” he asked earnestly, trying to tug his shirt off, slipping his thin arms inside the tee and starting to lift from inside. I couldn’t help myself but to start laughing and help my miniature boyfriend slip his shirt over his head, leaving the four year-old sitting on my lap bare-chested, solely adorned in his rolled-up jeans, ankle socks, and underroos.
	“Well, if you want me to, I will. But you gotta say please, okay?” I reminded him, a smile tugging lopsidedly at the corner of my mouth, a mischievous twinkle in my eye. Already pushing him back down onto the couch, I scooted out from under him and sat up on the couch, draping my leg over his small body and straddling the youngster. “Well?” I asked, beginning to crouch down on top of the bewildered boy staring cautiously at what I was doing. I guess I wasn’t fitting his expectations for the moment.
	“Pwease…?” he pleaded, himself swallowing loudly as another flare of heat pulsed into his cheeks. His boyish chest seemed so frail underneath me as I leaned my head down to one of his pink dime-sized nipples, not looking into his alert eyes anymore. My hands slipped up to hold him down by his ribs while I opened my mouth and breathed hotly onto his still-erect nipple, goosebumps immediately flaring up along with a small shudder throughout the boy’s body below me.
	“Please what?” I continued, wanting to hear him say something, anything dirty at all. Without waiting for an answer, I stuck my tongue out and lightly lapped at the stiff tip of my favorite four year-old’s sensitive nubbin. The response was immediate.
	“Unnhh!!” he whimpered, his legs squirming between mine subconsciously, rubbing against each other and mine while he closed his eyes. My tongue continued to lick delicately at this young boy’s delicate flesh. “P-Pwease!! Keep… licking meeee…” the faunlet begged, his youthful voice cracking as I switched to his other virgin nipple, keeping the stimulation up on the first wetted one by rubbing it once more with the tip of my thumb, molesting his tiny chest with wild abandon.
	His entire body shuddered and his writhing became uncontrollable. The boy’s moans filling the air made it sound like a porno movie, and only worked to intensify my arousal even more. It wasn’t about me at this point though; I just wanted to make this young tot experience his first sexual arousal, maybe even his own little orgasm if I couldn’t control myself. I looked up while swirling my tongue around this tiny point of hard boyflesh under me, catching a glimpse of Ollie breathing shallowly. His eyes were closed, almost slammed shut above burning pink cheeks while his mouth hung open, quiet moans escaping every so often. I decided to go a little bit harder at that point.
	Without any sort of warning, I started to use my teeth, grazing the hardened points of his nipples under my two front teeth while “biting” gently up on the underside with my lip covering my lower teeth. A perfect blend of pressure and hard/soft surfaces surrounding this young tyke’s sensitive nipple. It drove him wild as he yelped, pushing his hips up and arching his back in a massive shudder, his glassy eyes fluttering open with a look of sheer sensory overload. So… I smiled with his babyish nipple in my mouth and bit harder, rolling the hard tips of each nipple between my upper teeth and lower lip.
	Ollie couldn’t take it anymore. His squirming legs slid to and fro underneath me, looking for some way to both escape the overwhelming sensations and drink them in at the same time. His arms, those adorably skinny arms with the white sweatbands around his wrists, stayed above the four year-old’s head, his hands grasping onto the couch cushion tightly. Hey, it was better than his hand on my head and pulling my hair to deal with the pleasure, no? Sensing now was definitely the time to quit while I was ahead, I gave each nipple one last kiss right on the tip, sitting up with this young child still underneath me, trapped between my legs.
	“Aaahn… Hnn…” Ollie continued to gasp in each breath and shivered one last time before shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. He wiped his brow to clear away several droplets of sweat and I realized at that moment just how small and innocent my prey was. His tiny body took up barely more than one cushion on the entire couch while I touched end to end. I felt the surge of panic now as reality set in, and I had just molested a boy that wasn’t even born when I started my college career. Maybe I could just play it off…
	“You wewen’t s’posed to touch me thewe, huh?” Ollie asked breathily, his words, delivered cutely as they were, stabbing me directly in the heart. Not only was I definitely not supposed to touch him there, he knew I wasn’t supposed to touch him there. Panic set in again, and whatever arousal I felt sank down quickly, though there was a quite large puddle of precum inside my underwear as I sat here talking to my victim. I may as well be true and try to ask for forgiveness and for him not to tell at this point.
	“Uh… No, not really…” I said, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. Ollie smiled; he actually smiled, and then sat up, grabbing his shirt and slipping it back on before delivering a quick hug around my shoulders.
	“It’s okay! Don’t be sad!” his child logic spoke clearly while the look on his face spoke volumes as well. His grin was back, so wide it closed his eyes for him. “I don’t cawe that you touched my boobies!” He was a devilish imp after all, in a certain right. I looked dumbfounded over at him, not able to help myself as I fluffed up his blonde mane one more time; my little model could break anyone’s heart if he wanted to.
	“It actuawwy… felt kinda good! Like, reawwy good!” the boy declared. Now it was his turn to scratch the back of his head awkwardly and giggle, that angelic hue of pink blush flooding back into his cheeks. The arousal was already back, hearing this little boy talk about being molested and how he enjoyed it. Shallow breath returned as my heart flipped over in my chest at the possibilities opening before me once more.
	“You won’t tell your mom what we did though, right?” I asked, having to cover my bases.
	“Nope! Wouwdn’t it get you in twouble?” Ollie asked innocently, pulling his feet back up on the couch and sitting cross-legged once more, fitting his entire frame onto one cushion.
	“Yeah, and they wouldn’t let me see you anymore. But! If you don’t tell anyone, we can do all sorts of fun stuff!” I added, quickly hugging the small fry once more to drive home the point before adding in the bait: “That way, we can do a bunch of different kinds of things, and it’ll be even better than when I touched your boobies…”
	It worked like a charm. The four year-old leaned forward, his grin interrupted by a bitten bottom lip, whatever thoughts running through his imagination, I could never know.
	“Wike what?” he asked, curiously dying to know. I only smiled before standing up, hoisting him up in the air underneath his armpits before arranging him bridal style in my arms.
	“You’ll just have to see later, okay? Right now, it’s time for bed, my little man.”
	“Awwww! C’mon!” he cried, trying on a pouty face as he held onto the back of my neck to stay in place. Little did he know, he was about to find out, because he wouldn’t exactly be sleeping alone tonight. 
