Nickie's Story, Part 1

M/b(4), ped

I still remember the very first time it happened clear as day. At the tender age of four, I was just like every other active little boy. Despite a rogueish exterior of rough and tumble play and laughing outdoors, I was always a cuddlebug once I settled down. It was never strange to be held on anybody's lap, and more often than not, I'd fall asleep quickly. Once I was out, it was *quite* difficult to wake me up short of shaking me and making me stand up. 

My babysitter, whom I shall not name, was a strong presence in my life because my mom raised me all alone and she had to work days, sometimes nights also, to cover the bills. He may have raised me more than she did, but I don't harbor any grudges against her, God rest her soul. 

On this particularly crucial day in my childhood, I had just ridden home with my babysitter from one of my first soccer games. He didn't pay much attention to the laws about child seats and sitting the back, so I sat unrestrained in the front, like a big boy. He congratulated me the whole way about how I played defense and fluffled up my sweaty hair. I never paid attention to how much he liked to touch me, but I would understand after today. Once we pulled up to my house, he unlatched my door and hoisted me up on his shoulder, carrying me in one hand and my cleats in the other. That reminds me, I was always (and still am) kind of weird about how I dress.

My four year old self was admittedly quite small for my age, so I always had cartoon briefs, though sometimes the cartoon was for a younger audience than even I. I also hated shoes, and would take them off as soon as possible, hence my babysitter carrying me from the car to the door. Today, I was dressed up in my soccer kit of a pink t-shirt with our sponsor, white socks that I had scrunched down to mid-calf throughout the car ride, and a pair of tiny white sport shorts that I had to borrow from a girl. As a result, my legs looked even longer than they were, and at the right angle, one would be able to spy the red border of the leg holes of my briefs. I much preferred ankle socks, especially cute little white ones with gray heel and toe, and my babysitter seemed to enjoy them as well, always taking time to mention how great they looked on my dainty feet.

As for myself, again, I was short for my age and a little on the lightweight side. My clothes always fit snug on me because my mom kept getting me things that were too small for me, so I always had some sort of skin showing, whether I wanted to or not. I was also a typical Germanic heritage boy with slightly spiky blond hair that, if wet, almost hung into my eyes, which were a bright aqua blue. My most distinguishing feature however, were my bright red lips and girly eyelashes. It sometimes looked like I had makeup on for how full and intense my lips were, and I had been mistaken for a little girl more than once just because of my fluttery eyelashes.

Anyway, my babysitter stood me up on my socked feet on the front step while he fumbled with the keys and opened the house, whereupon I trudged in. Already quite sleepy, I didn't even change my clothes before flopping onto the couch in the warm June weather. Laughing to himself, my babysitter brought me and himself some ice water from the kitchen before settling down next to me. Flipping on the tv and carrying some light conversation about the game, he patted his legs, to which I of course obliged, crawling over to his comforting lap and spreading my legs around the outside of his. My feet didn't even come close to touching the floor, so I kicked them slowly and idly while I leaned back into his chest, his arms wrapping all around me, lulling me into a half-asleep stupor. That is, until I felt something a bit strange.

I don't know how long I had been dozing off, but I must not have been all the way asleep when I felt my babysitter's hands start to wander. He began to delicately rub my chest through the tight pink t-shirt, but I was used to it from all the times he had done similarly. "Nickie?" he whispered the feminized version of my name. I didn't answer, my limp body lying against his giving him the answer he wanted. I must have still been a bit out of it to not have responded.

My silence and the tv droning in the background spurring him on, my babysitter got bolder. I could hear his heartbeat quicken as his hands worked up to my tiny pecs, his thumb rubbing gently around until he found one of my nipples through the cloth of the shirt, the digit flicking it back and forth over the cotton. It felt very peculiar to me and woke me up a bit more, though I kept my eyes closed because him playing with my nipple was actually kind of relaxing. It started to tingle underneath his probing thumb and stiffened up into a hard dot, which he pinched and tweaked lightly. His hand traveled to my other nipple, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb into a stiff little nub like the other was. I couldn't help but feel warmer inside as the odd tingling worked its way into my chest as my babysitter used both hands to pinch and prod my tiny nipples.

I whimpered in my half-sleep and my babysitter stopped immediately, his fingers still pinching my stiff nipples before he realized I wasn't "waking up" anytime soon. I wanted to squirm it felt so good. My babyish chest tingled all the way down inside my body, making me shiver slightly and come to the conclusion that I was going to act like I was asleep just to see what else he would do. 

Continuing to brush my hardened peaks through the cotton, it was harder to pretend I was asleep as I moaned again, a blush on my cheeks. Having quite the opposite effect of last time, it made my babysitter whimper himself and push his hips slightly against my bottom as he tweaked my tiny nubs harder. I felt a stiffness in his lap with each thrust against my little body as he rocked with me on the couch, though of course I had no idea what it was. Then, he went for the gold.

My babysitter had been eyeing the tiny bulge in my girly soccer shorts the whole time. Breathing heavily enough to blow my hair with each exhalation, his shaky right hand slipped down the length of my covered chest and immediately onto my groin. His thumb brushed back and forth over the tiny boyhood within their dual-layered confines, though I could feel exactly what he was doing through the shorts and briefs. All the tingling that remained from his other hand still playing with my nipple was dwarfed by the odd excitement within my soft inchlong dickie. I blushed brighter in my "sleep" as my babysitter started to use his forefinger as well to pinch the flaccid length, stroking it gently through the short shorts. I curled my toes inside of my socks into little fists, my body slightly tensing up as the tingling grew into my dickie, causing it to react.

I had never had an erection before, at least, none that I had known about, so the sensation of my tiny weewee filling up under an adult's stroking fondles was brand new and exciting. My babysitter whimpered louder as he sped up on himself, rocking his adult length against my body while he fondled me into my first stiffy. A babyish tent poked up out of my shorts and I sneaked a peek at what he was doing, gazing at his thumb and index finger stroking lightly along this tiny mound in my white shorts. Deep within the center of my weewee, another strange tickle began to build as well. I subtly pushed my hips up to meet his fingers with my aching dickie, my inch and a half tingling with almost an itch on the inside. With his fingers dancing along my innocent and short length, as well as his other hand pinching and tweaking my tiny nipples through my clothes, my babysitter gave off one choking gasp as he pushed hard into me, holding me tight against him as he continued to molest my tiny genitals. I whimpered as well, the sensation almost too much to bear as that strange tickle inside my weewee and chest grew even louder to my body, begging to be released. Just as I pushed my hips harder against his stroking fingers to give my weewee what it wanted, it was over. My babysitter stopped immediately and softly picked me up enough to lay me down on the couch with my baby erection still throbbing inside the shorts. 

I groaned sleepily and touched my own stiffy inside my shorts, but it wasn't the same. My first orgasm was going to have to wait. As the tickles subsided and my tiny dickie started to soften, I cracked my eyes open just a bit to see what my babysitter was doing. He stood up and wiped his brow with the back of his hand, gazing down at my form for a minute and smiling before turning to walk towards the bathroom. The last thing I noticed before sleep actually did take me away however, was a dark wet spot on the front of his jeans, soaked through where he was humping against me.

From that point on, I decided I was going to find out what that tickle felt like when you let it out, so I was going to become the sexiest little four year old boy there was for my babysitter: impossible to resist molesting.
