Dominic - M/b, ped

He was only five years old, but I beat off to fantasies of molesting him every night. I could clearly imagine his sweet grin, the small imp missing a tooth right in front, making his smile all that much more innocent. When he did show that wide grin, it was so earnest that he closed his bright blue eyes each time, often accompanied by a boyish giggle. His eye-length hair kept threatening to dip into his vision, the kindergartener often brushing his brunette locks back out of his face. What set me off most of all however, was little Dominic's blushy face. The slightest embarrassment sent his adorable cherubic cheeks tinging with a pink hue that would melt the heart of an assassin. Every night in my fantasies, I'd see his angelic form in the naughtiest positions, moaning whorishly as he screamed my name in orgasm, and I would cum easily in just minutes. This is why I had to make my move.

It started with a simple chest cold while I was babysitting for him one night. Dominic's mom worked graveyard at a bar, and I wasn't doing anything constructive besides college, and even that was just my last quarter, so I spent almost every night with my little sex fantasy. Hell, I'd even snuck a few gropes in while we were play wrestling before, but I never really got to touch the tiny tot for real.

Dominic came out of his bedroom this fateful night, his pajama top and bottom all twisted and slightly sweaty from his insomniac movements, the sweet five year old rubbing his sleepy eyes. His socked feet padded quietly on the carpet as he walked over to me, the ankle length white socks with gray heel and toe, as well as a few inches of his bare leg, completely visible due to the short length of his ill-fitting jammies.

"I can't sleeeeep," Dominic complained, sounding awfully nasal, the boy snorting a cute little grunt of effort to try and breath in through his obviously blocked nose. "It's 'cause I can't breathe," he clarified for me as he climbed onto the couch. He sat right next to me, unaware of the fact that colds are caused by germs and that I could fall prey to him, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Awww, little guy... I don't think we have any Afrin for you, and you can't have any cold medicine 'cause that'll keep you up even more," I whispered, forgetting the show I had been watching, looking down at the innocent little tyke. Even at this point, I didn't know tonight was going to be the tipping point just yet. Innocently enough, I reached up to check his forehead with the back of my hand, brushing his errant hair out of his eyes for him. Sure enough, he had a temperature.

"Can I just... stay up with you and see if I fall asleep all by myself?" the small child asked, gazing up at me with his earnest eyes. He wasn't smiling, but even distraught, Dominic made my groin stir with just that look he gave me.

"Sure, kiddo. You can lie down right here and-" I stopped midsentence, a lightbulb flashing in my head as I remembered the Vaporub in the pantry. That crap was supposed to help you breathe better I thought, or that's what the commercial made it seem like. Plus, it's not an upper like Sudafed, so the poor tyke wouldn't be tossing and turning all night. I smiled down at him as he gave me a confused glance, then a blocked-sounding sniffle.

"I have something that might work, Dominic. Just hold up," I said, patting his leg while he sat crosslegged on the couch, savoring even that minor contact. Even through his cotton pajamas, I could feel how warm his skin was. Poor boy must be pretty miserable with that cold. I hopped up and retrieved the bottle of Vaporub, hurriedly settling back down on the couch and reading the instructions somewhat out loud.

"Okay Dominic, I'm supposed to rub this stuff on your chest and it's gonna make it easier to breathe okay? It might tingle a little bit too and be cold," I warned him, realizing at that moment exactly what I was about to do. I was about to touch the chest of my masturbation fantasy, whom I'd never acted on before beyond an "accidental" fondle here or there. I immediately popped wood, but thankfully had jeans on and it wasn't very visible, even if you were looking for it.

"Is it gonna feel good?" Dominic asked, already lying across my lap on his back following my patting instructions. With slightly shaky hands and a dry throat, I unbuttoned the first few buttons of the kindergartener's longsleeve pajama top, more and more of his tiny chest becoming visible  to my eyes. I had to suppress a groan as I reached just beyond the middle of his boyish chest and spread the shirt open, both tiny pink nipples revealing themselves as puny dots in the tv's light. This young boy had no idea how cute he was, but he was going to get his first lesson as my erection twitched, a seeping wetness building at the tip of my member inside my jeans from just the anticipation.

"I guess we'll have to see, huh?" I said with a crooked smile, squeezing out the minty smelling liquid onto my hands and starting to rub them together. Reciprocating, Dominic smiled back, sucking back another sniffle. I wanted so badly to just forego the Vaporub and just start fondling his tiny dickie right there, wanted to watch his face as he goes from shocked to aroused and, finally, spent as he milks his first baby load into his jammies. I couldn't help but start to rock my hips subtly as I reached down, my fingers barely grazing the five year old's smooth chest.

"Nnnhhh!" Dominic closed his eyes sharply and shivered, goosebumps erupting all over his young skin, the boy apparently quite ticklish as he recovered quickly, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Heheee~ Sorry, it just tickled me a lil'..." he remarked, smiling his toothy grin (minus one baby canine). I smiled back, not only not minding that he was ticklish, but glad that he was; because of his ticklish shiver, his tiny nipples were already hardening. I stifled another groan as I started to slather the stuff all over his small chest, paying mind to rub as lightly as possible to keep tickling him.

"It's okay lil' guy," I reassured, even as he whimpered quietly with each rub, trying to hold back stronger shivers, his sensitive skin driving him wild with every movement of my hands. He even took to rubbing his legs and socked feet together to try and deal with the sensations. I made sure to outline his babyish ribs with the medicine, creeping ever so closer to those tiny hardened pink dots on his chest.

"Unnh... It feels good, and I think it's working!" the five year old breathed, his sentence almost cut short by another tickle to chest tummy. Nodding, I expanded my reach, this time, making sure to rub my thumb slowly over the tip of one baby nipple, slightly flicking it back and forth with the pad. Dominic bit his lip, his characteristic blush highlighting his cheeks. Another soft whimper sounded from between his lips as he closed his eyes under my experimenting thumb, my other fingers still rubbing the middle of his chest while I continued to play with that tiny peak.

I didn't say anything, trying to make it look like I wasn't doing something out of the norm as I switched to his other nipple, this one equally as hard as I pinched it lightly between my thumb and index finger, continuing to pretend to do my job with my other fingers as I sexually stimulated this tiny kindergartener. His eyes stayed closed even as his cheeks got redder, his chest goosebumps returning as I lightly stroked the small tip of his nipple.

"Unnnnnnhhhh..." the five year old moaned quietly. I've definitely heard that kind of moan before; it was the moan of sexual arousal, though of course little Dominic had no idea what was going on. Breathing heavily myself, I decided to quit while I was ahead and finish up, halting my fondling and leaving his shirt open and unbuttoned while the Vaporub dried on his skin.

"There! Did that work?" I asked softly, leaving my hand on his almost bare tummy. The five year old's eyes fluttered open slowly, a smile coming to the kindergartener's lips. His face was still flushed as he nodded.

"Yeaaaah, I can breathe a lil' bit better! Thanks..." he sleepily muttered, Dominic yawning after thanking me. Nursing a throbbing erection, I brushed his hair back one more time.

"You should get to sleep now Dominic, while that medicine is still working," I quipped, checking what time it was as another bright idea came to mind, one that would change our relationship forever. "You can just stay right there if you want to."

"Nnnnnkaaaay..." the small boy quietly said, more of an exhalation than an answer, the tyke already falling into a slumber as he closed his eyes. I smiled once again at the innocence of such a young child, and smiled even wider at the thought of milking such a little lad.

That was the longest 45 minutes of my life. I waited there with my hand on Dominic's babyish chest until I knew he was in as deep a slumber as he would get. My erection leaked milk the entire time I waited, screaming at me to stroke it off in a heavy orgasm, but I had to wait... until this moment. His breath deepening, the kindergartener well on his way to whatever dreams he may have, I glanced at the v of his tiny crotch.

I knew from experience and seeing the laundry basket that the five year old only wore cartoon briefs, never any boxers or anything else. That was just fine by me since that's one of the things that makes him so fucking adorable: his pure innocent youth. I gently lifted the hem of his pajama shirt, his chest still open to the air though the medicine had long since worn off. I could see the waistband of his undies above his pajama bottoms, the red elastic band greeting my eyes, as well as a bit of the white cotton underneath before they both hid under the protective covering of his thicker pajama bottoms. Staring once more at his tiny groin, I couldn't see anything resembling a bulge; there were simply too many complex folds and he was probably totally miniscule, being such a small boy. Only one way to find out though, so I lifted my hand off his chest and hovered it south a bit.

I bit my lip as I planted my fingers over the tot's groin, carefully watching his face for any sort of indication that he was going to wake up. Seeing not even a small twitch, I covered his crotch with my palm, trying to feel for his little boyhood. I felt a soft lump, much softer than I would have expected, sure that I had found his prize. Squeezing softly, I rubbed my thumb back and forth over the tiny bump under the thick pajama pants and undies. It was definitely a five year old boy's inchlong dickie, as I could feel the tiny sac underneath as well. Trying to stimulate him more, I softly rubbed Dominic's entire package, trying to stroke the soft weewee into life with my thumb and index finger.

The five year old turned his head in his sleep, reaching up and sleepily rubbing his cheek. I froze immediately with my hand still right between his legs, fear coursing through me and making my pulse skyrocket. Dominic settled back down, still breathing deeply as ever. Relieved, I continued to molest my sleeping charge.

I pinched his soft penis between my two fingers and stretched it through his pants, pulling it as if to lengthen it. That was the trick; at that point, I could feel the density start to change as it first started to thicken up, then get slightly longer and finally, become hard as a bone. I groaned softly as I marveled at what I'd done; this small boy's rock hard inch and a half erection stood proudly up, poking a tiny tent into the fabric of his underwear and pajama bottoms. I had to stop just to keep myself from having my own orgasm before I could even start to stroke the kindergartener.

"Nnnhhh~" he whimpered again, his sleep obviously starting to become disturbed, but I needed to fondle him a bit more. I stroked the tiny stiffy, feeling my own underwear starting to get quite wet from precum as I toyed with this inch and a half of boyhood. Dominic cooed in his sleep, his legs rubbing together as he stirred again, his cheeks starting to blush once more. Again, halting before something bad happened, I returned my hand to his chest, though I couldn't help but pinch his soft little nipples again, just to hear his sleepy moan once more. 

I rubbed myself off to the wettest, most intense orgasm of my life right there with his head in my lap, looking at the swollen little boyhood making a tent in his pajamas, still pinching the sleeping boy's nipples, giving this child the sexual pleasure I could only while he was asleep, too chicken to do it while he was awake. I fell asleep almost immediately after, without even cleaning myself up.