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 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.