Dominic - The Second Night (M/b, ped)

My eyes fluttered open in the morning light, still a little bleary in the dim living room. He hadn't moved; sweet little Dominic remained in my lap with his shirt open, though his thumb was tucked securely in between his lips. I didn't feel remotely guilty as I saw the five year old suckling himself gently. Hell, maybe I could even fondle him a little more before he woke up. Smiling naughtily, I was about to touch my tiny charge but was rudely interrupted by the sound of the deadbolt sliding open. The sudden noise snapped Dominic awake, his adorable self looking up at me and smiling sweetly before stretching and getting up quickly as his mother came inside.

"Mommy!" the small tyke yelled, running with his half-open shirt towards her. Watching the adorable reunion, I realized I needed to go to the bathroom... badly. Not just to pee, but also to try and make my boxer briefs more comfortable, my cum having dried inside and sticking to my member. I got up from the couch to give his mom the run-down on how he was the night before, holding the little can of Vaporub so she didn't get any ideas about why her kindergartener's shirt was almost all the way open.

"Hi Diana," I offered with a small wave, "It's looking like Dominic's got a little cold so you might want to keep him home from kindergarten today." She did the "mother's concerned expression" look with the side frown, immediately checking her son's chest with the back of her hand.

"He does feel a little warm. Thanks Ray," she nodded, setting Dominic down onto his feet, who promptly sniffled, his nasal passage sounding blocked like last night. "I hope he didn't get you sick too! I had it last week, but it wasn't too bad. This little guy though," she trailed off, reaching down to lightly fluff up the five year old's hair, making him smile up at me with a tired grin, "could definitely afford some more rest than me." 

"I wanna hug!" Dominic interrupted, the small boy reaching up at me with outstretched arms, his tiny chest still bared to me. More out of keeping myself in check than out of modesty, I crouched down on my haunches and called him over, buttoning his pajama top for him as his mother smiled at the both of us. 

"Don't worry lil' guy, I'll be back again tonight!" I said, pulling him into the requested hug, wrapping my arms tightly around his puny body. Even sick, he still smelled like his flowery-scented shampoo. Just being around him was riling me up; I had to cum again already. The movie already played in my mind: his blushy face as I wrapped my lips around that tiny erection, his whimpering cries as I bobbed my head, and finally his uncontrollable spasms as he had his first milking. Shit, I was going to have to rearrange my member soon, it already filling up inside my jeans. "I'll see you guys later tonight okay? Normal time, Diana?" I asked, receiving a nod in return.

"C'mon Dominic, let's get you in the bath and then have some breakfast!" his mother stated, reaching down for his hand as I headed downstairs and out the front door. I groaned at the thought, swearing under my breath and standing my erection up under my jeans so it didn't show as much.

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Needless to say, I didn't pay a single minute of attention in class today. Even driving to the campus was just me on autopilot. Lunch was tasteless. I didn't listen to my iPod between classes, actually forgetting to despite the long walks across the college campus. Saw someone today and couldn't remember what we said to each other. I milked myself immediately after I got home, pulling up any photo of Dominic I could find on his mom's Facebook page. I not only couldn't wait to babysit him again, it felt like I needed to be there. Am I addicted to molesting him already? Is this what it's going to be like every day?

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"Dominic!" I called out to the tiny five year old. He squealed happily, running into my arms in a sort of tackle hug. He felt warm to the touch, but that's not what grabbed my attention. No, what I was fixated on was the fact that he only had on that oversized pajama shirt from the night before. I almost got hard just at the sight of his smiling blue eyes above the slightly-open shirt. Looking down, I could just make out the light blue elastic of the leg holes of a pair of briefs along with the tiny bump of a crotch trapped inside white cotton before his underwear disappeared into the length of the shirt.

"Eeee! You're finally back! Mommy won't do the Vaporub on me," he said petulantly, looking up at me from under our embrace."She wants you to do it right before bed so I can sleep, okay?" he nodded, dutifully remembering the instructions she wanted to pass on to me. 

I set down the small child and rubbed the back of his neck gently while his mom went through the standard list of things for the night, quickly now since I've been sitting Dominic since he was only three. The tiny pixie of a boy stood in place while I massaged his baby neck, content enough to sigh every now and then as he rocked on his heels. His mother and I said our goodbyes and as soon as the door shut behind her, I knew it was just a matter of time until I could have what I wanted.

"So, little boy, what's with the no-pants-or-socks thing?" I asked him, crouching down on my haunches and poking his sweet little tummy, the kindergartener ticklish like most young boys are. Squirming as he stood, he sniffled and took it as I dished it out, not even trying to really run away. He instead giggled in my grasp, blushing harder as I kept poking him, the small tot trying to explain his wardrobe.

"I dunno, I jus' didn't wanna put on 'ny pants today!" he laughed, barely coherent to my ears. I switched up my tickling and went to go poke his collarbone, Dominic yelping loudly as he collapsed to his knees. "No more, n-nooo more!" he cried, his face flushing a darker red as he giggled loudly, rolling in cute little squirms. Of course I wouldn't stop, so I reared up like I was some sort of creature with my hands in the air, giving him a moment of respite before pouncing down on the kindergartener, pushing him gently to the ground and slowly unbuttoning the appropriately miniature pajama top, Dominic's eyes going wide as I revealed more and more of his chest once more. 

I don't know what he was thinking to himself as I opened his shirt all the way up and spread it open while he lay there defenseless on the ground, but he did not put up any sort of resistance. The five year old merely looked up into my eyes and smiled as his tiny nipples came into view just like last night, except this time, I took his shirt all the way off, casting the little boy's pajama top to the side, his entire lithe body almost naked underneath me. I twirled my finger around his tiny belly button, watching the goosebumps raise up one more time, my own body straddling the briefs-clad Dominic.

"Wh-Why'd you take my shirt off...?" the five year old asked, "Is it time to do the Vaporub already?" He flashed me his winning grin again, the missing tooth certifying his complete adorableness.

"Not yet, I just wanted to see where the monster is gonna get you, little guy," I laughed evilly, holding my fingers up as pretend claws while I straddled him onto the ground, pinning him in place. Slowly lowering my hands, I closed and opened my claws as I leaned closer, a soft growl sounding from my throat. "I'm gonna get youuuu~" I uttered, grinning widely, fighting the playful squirms of the kindergartener under me.

"Nooooo!!" Dominic cried, laughing loudly as he squirmed onto his side, trying to roll away and push himself out from under me. This was such a perfect scene to me, my own little version of foreplay. My member had been achingly stiff since his mom had left the house, and I was only working to add to my overpowering lust by delaying gratification. I couldn't help but squeak a little moan as I remembered exactly what the situation was; I was alone in a house with a tiny little boy who was only wearing briefs and expected me to rub his chest with medicine soon before putting him to bed, where I would duly fondle his little dickie into standing straight up. In short, heaven.

"Here he comes!" I shouted, pouncing upon the small child and poking his sides relentlessly. His laughter came in choking gasps as his face turned red and he ran out of breath, my tickling claw fingers prodding every square inch of that boy's chest and tummy. With such smooth skin and sweet laughter, it's a wonder nobody else had laid a finger on this tender young boy before me. It wouldn't have surprised me to learn that his kindergarten teacher made him stay after so she could get in a couple sucks of his inch and a half of stiff boyhood.

"Nhh! I can't take it, Raaaay!" the five year old shouted, giggling girlishly as I let up on the tickling, allowing the small child to catch his breath. Without my tickling fingers incapacitating him, the kindergartener suddenly reared up and (tried to) pounce onto me, poking my own sides with his fingers. I am ticklish, and he was getting all the right spots, but what surprised me most was the sheer unexpectedness of his action.

"Waah!" I cried out as I let him take me to the ground, the tiny boy laughing as he straddled my own waist, reciprocating what I did to him. His fingers found their way underneath my shirt to tickle my bare tummy as it *really* started to tickle, my own self bucking as the laughter was forced out of me. It was almost enough to make me forget about the tiny lump of boyhood that was resting on my waist, but not quite. "That's it, Dominic, you're asking for it!" I shouted, the devil on my shoulder winning a small duel as I decided to forego the Vaporub as an excuse to touch him.

With that cry, I reached up to the little boy, who was biting his tongue in concentration at tickling all my sensitive spots, placing my hands directly on his tiny chest and feeling the warm skin for a split second before I made my move. Using my forefinger and thumb, I circled each of his nipples and pinched them as lightly as I could before pulling the delicate flesh.

"Nnnnn...!" the five year old whimpered, stopping immediately with his hands under my own shirt as well. I continued to rub and pinch the tiny dots of flesh on his chest, feeling the skin start to stiffen up with each new fondle, only serving to make my job easier as I took my first turn molesting my tiny charge this night. He closed his eyes and sat still on top of me, a dark red blush creeping onto his cheeks. Being the type of person to cash out the chips early so I don't get myself into trouble, I quit fondling his already-stiffened nipples, leaving my hands to rest on his hips.

"See? I knew that'd make you stop, or else you'd get a meaaaaaaan titter twister!" I said, smiling at the tiny boy. All boys know what a titty twister feels like, but this little guy didn't realize that the act could be changed to feel much (much) better. My little "threat" may have seemed like the threat of a real titty twister, but my objectives were definitely met just with the couple fondles I snuck in. Dominic was sitting almost directly on top of my erection, thankfully trapped within my jeans so that he couldn't feel it, though his squirming almost caused a premature squirt when he moaned just a moment ago. He opened his eyes, still not having moved from his bent over position on top of me, Dominic's blue eyes gazing into mine with a sort of unreadable expression. The pink of his blushy cheeks still glowed as he smiled back. If things had been further along, this is exactly the point where a kiss would've been in order. Therefore, it was time to move things along.

"Do you want me to do the Vaporub now? It's almost time for bed," I said, breaking the momentary silence. The kindergartener sniffled dutifully, checking to see how his cold was doing as he got up from me, though I could still feel his warm handprints on my tummy.

"Yeah, I'll get it!" the little scamp called out, snatching up the open shirt that was on the ground and tugging it back on, working the buttons as he padded into the kitchen on bare feet. That last act still puzzles me to this day; I wonder why he put that shirt on knowing that was I was about to do required me to unbutton it, if not take it off entirely. Maybe he was cold, but I'd like to think that he just wanted me to have to open it right back up, revealing his boyish little flat chest to me once more. "Here it iiiis!" he called out triumphantly, his shirt buttoned almost all the way, but the neck was wide enough that it slipped down the side of one slender shoulder of his, my member twitching in my pants at the sight of such a delicately cute boy. He clambered up onto the couch, waving his bare feet idly as he waved down at me and patted the sofa. "C'mon!"

Not needing any more encouragement, I sat down right next to him, the young boy promptly assuming the same position from last night with him lying on his back across my lap. With my groin growing ever warmer, I started to undo the buttons of the sniffling boy's pajama top once more, parting it open to reveal his boyish nipples again, complete with a tiny giggle from the little boy under me.

"What's so funny?" I asked, giggling myself, just from the sound of Dominic's own laughter.

"You were holding your breath," the five year old said, smiling widely enough for me to see that one missing tooth again. I parted his shirt open and scooped some of the warm medicine onto my left hand, reciprocating the tot's grin as I started to play with his hair with my right hand. Without any more delay, I let my left hand settle in the middle of the small child's chest, slathering some of the eucalyptus-smelling medicine onto his skin. He cooed as the smell hit his nostrils, opening up his breathing pretty quickly like last night as I concentrated on rubbing all his immature curves, glancing over his nipples once more.

With each gentle rub of his bare nipples, he seemed to shiver, the five year old having long-since closed his eyes to drink in the sensation of being rubbed down. Betting on the fact that he was used to me touching him by now, I gravitated towards those tiny pink dots on his chest, still lightly playing with his hair as I lovingly pinched one of his tiny peaks.

"...Hhhn..." the boy whimpered quietly, his mouth opening absently. I pinched harder and got a slightly louder whimper, the flesh hardening into a stiff dot under my fingers. Breathing somewhat heavily myself, I rolled the kindergartener's stiff tip, pulling the tender nipple and tweaking it. The blush quickly returned to Dominic's cheeks. I could even see his ears warm up as he arched his back almost imperceptibly, his feet rubbing against each other as I molested him without a word. He didn't bother to open his eyes as I switched to his other nipple, immediately pinching that one just as hard, the small boy continuing to squirm on my lap and moan quietly.

Between his shivers, I caught a furtive movement and realized I didn't see where he was putting his hands. Still tweaking that tiny boy's nipples, I gazed down at the adorable bump in his briefs and realized it was as stiff as I had made it last night, the five year old's fingers running up and down the short length of his baby stiffy. I was close to milking at the sight of that instinctual movement and he only worked to make it worse, Dominic pushing his hips amateurishly against his palm, pressing his tiny erection against any hard surface. He obviously didn't know what he was doing, but I kept molesting his chest, hoping this would lead to something better.

"Nnnnn...!" Dominic cried, shivering violently as he pushed harder onto his inch and a half of boyhood through his briefs, not knowing that I watched his every move while "rubbing the medicine" onto his chest. Lightly flicking his baby nipples and massaging the surrounding tissue, I watched his face wince with small twitches as he molested that little button between his fingers, haphazardly pushing it around inside his briefs and somewhat stroking every now and then. He must feel some sort of sexual tickles or else he'd have given up by now. He rolled his thumb over the tip of the baby erection inside his undies as the rest of his fingers started to figure out the stroking method. The red hue of his cheeks lit up with each new fondle, the five year old starting to whimper harder.

That was it, I couldn't take it. Passing the point of no return, my member spurted inside of my jeans, me quietly trying to bite my lip as I watched a masturbating toddler and pinch his nipples. I wanted to finish him or show him how, but tonight was not the night. So badly did I need to feel his throbbing weewee in my mouth or between my fingers, though I had to wait.

"O-okay little guy, I'm just..." I expanded my rubbing quickly, speeding up the massage to encompass his entire chest again, and not just the sensitive little buttons of his nipples, "...about..." starting to slow down, I gave one final little rub and then a quiet clap above his bared chest, "...done." Smiling down at his entirely blushy face, I met eyes with him and he smiled tiredly back, still breathing a bit harder than normal. Having given him enough advance warning to stop touching himself without embarrassment at having know that I saw him do it, I noticed that he also furtively tugged the hem of his shirt back down to cover up that tiny protrusion sticking out from his cartoon underwear. It did nothing to hide the shape, as I could still clearly see the throbbingly stiff little peak of a very young child's erection waiting to be milked.

"Can I go sleepy here again tonight, Ray...?" Dominic asked, yawning. So cute... when he was sleepy, his R's and L's became soft, almost sounding like W's to me. I fluffed up his hair again and pulled him a little bit closer, huggling the tiny kindergartener tightly.

"Of course you can," I said, starting to cradle him gently, his small body smearing the milk inside my underwear all around my still half-erect member. Within a minute, I could feel his weight become deader as he slumped into the first stages of sleep. Curiously lifting the hem of his shirt to see if his baby erection had gone down, I was met with an even better surprise. His tiny weewee was back to being a boy-sized soft bump in his briefs, but there... where the tip of his stiffy was... was a slightly damp spot of slick liquid. My member shot up to full size immediately. Can this boy already shoot milk?