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 My Angel Ollie, Part 3

   M/b(4), Ped, Cons

   I watched Ollie in the early morning sunlight for long enough to
actually notice the sun change position.  His soft chest rose and fell with
each deep breath, the sheet cast aside, not necessary in the quickly
warming summer days.  The small child lay almost spread eagled on his tiny
mattress, leaving myself only a few inches to lie on my side as I spied his
perfectly angelic form.  My eyes followed the smooth skin of his sweet bare
chest down to his tiny little bellybutton, then down to the soft cotton of
his briefs that held my own private treasure.

   Just watching the small four year old breathe so innocently in his deep
slumber and knowing what his tiny body had been through last night was
enough to get my member rock hard, as I had been the entire time I watched
him.  It was beyond difficult to not touch that tiny bump nestled right
there between his legs, almost invisible in the cartoon print of his
underwear, and I finally succumbed.

   Reaching up slowly and placing the palm of my hand on his silky thigh, I
extended my fingers toward the warm vee of his crotch, gently rubbing the
pads of my fingers along the nestled boyhood within.

   I wanted him to wake up frisky, eager to please the receptive four year
old I had been tasked to watch.  Continuing to fondle his treasure within,
I increased the pressure on his tiny groin, rubbing more insistently as I
began to pinch the nubbin through the cotton.  I had still not seen his
actual little cocklet, and the mystery tantalized me as to how it actually
looked.  In his sleep, the angelic child groaned and furrowed his brow, his
feet rubbing together, the only part of his anatomy actually covered by the
sheet on the bed.  Hopefully he was dreaming; I could only imagine it took
a turn for the strange after I started to fondle his little dickie.

   The bump inside his briefs finally started to harden after almost a
minute of solid rubbing, the small boy squirming more often as I started to
earnestly stroke the growing cocklet.  Gazing down at my fingers working
the slightly lengthening rod, I actually watched the process of Ollie
getting an erection.  His sleep-messed blond hair framed his soft face and
even though his eyebrows made him look concerned as he squinted harder in
his sleep, I knew it was just to deal with the pleasant sexual tingling he
was starting to feel.  His mouth fell open every now and then as he
subconsciously rocked his hips, whimpering groans escaping his little
throat here and there.

   More aroused than I had ever been and delighting in my own slow torture,
I leaned down and delivered to Ollie the same sensation that brought us
here in the first place, flicking the tiny pink tips of his bare nipples
with my tongue.  I saw and heard Ollie's breathing picking up as I
continued to stroke the now-standing cocklet through his undies again,
fondling his short length with only two fingers since it was only an inch
long.  Not waiting for the flesh to harden, I bit down with my front teeth
on the small tyke's sensitive flesh, hearing him moan sharply, turning my
head as he did to see a confused four year old open his eyes sleepily
before he figured out what was going on.  The tiny boy smiled down at me in
response to my fondling of his formerly private areas before another
sensation took precendence.

   "Ooh!  Gotta peeee!" Ollie cried out, rolling out from underneath me
suddenly, hitting the floor running.  I giggled to myself as I saw his tiny
boner flop inside his underwear with each quick stride as he sprinted to
the bathroom.  Well, at least there's always later for a little bit of fun.
Once he came back, striding almost nude with just his cartoon underwear
separating him from the elements, I decided I would make my little Ollie
practically beg to be molested.  I wanted him to be so aroused that he
would grind against my leg just to get his little self off.  As such, my
teasing began.

   "Hey Ollie," I called out in a singsong voice, holding open my arms for
the small child to walk into for a hug.  The blond cherub smiled shyly and
opened his arms too, my semi-dressed self embracing with his practically
naked body.  Gently pushing him back after a quick huggle, I ran my hand up
the skin of his smooth thigh, crossing over to the cotton-covered area of
his briefs before glancing along the small dot in between his legs (with a
small coo emanating from Ollie, of course), and finally letting my hand
come to a rest on the four year old's chest, my thumb casually rubbing that
familiar pink nipple.  My charge stood compliantly, still smiling down at
me as I looked up at him, almost giddy with anticipation at turning this
child on.

   "Do you still like it when I do that?" I asked, adding in my forefinger
so I could lightly pinch the hardening nub of nipple on his chest, the tiny
tip stiff like a miniature version of a BB.

   "Nnnh...  Yeah...  It makes my weewee feew aww tingwy too now," the
small boy confessed with a sleepy morning voice.  His Rs and Ls were almost
indistinguishable, especially when he was a tired little tyke.  Moving to
the other pink tip, I flicked the soft skin with my tongue to stiffen it
up, continuing to pinch his other still saliva-slick nipple with my
fingers. I actually was able to watch that babyish bump inside his briefs
push stiffly against the fabric of his briefs as Ollie's breaths turned
into girlish moans, the four year old's tiny erection having stood up all
by itself for the first time.

   "I have a game I want to play, lil' Ollie," I stated in between nibbles
of his tiny chest, my hand working its way down to the small boy's waist in
between his shivering groans.  Extending my thumb like I did this morning,
I softly diddled that inchlong protrusion in his briefs, and as I looked up
to see if he had even heard me, I saw an expression of pure arousal on the
four year old's face.  His eyes were closed with reddened cheeks underneath
them, the little tyke biting his lower lip and sometimes opening his mouth
partway to breathe, all punctuated by arched-up eyebrows as though he were
anxious, though I knew he was just enjoying the tickles all throughout his
adorable body.  "Did you hear me, Ollie?" I asked, smiling myself at the
effect my molesting was having on such a young child.

   "Nnnnnh, w-what...?" he asked, pushing his hips forward as I continued
to rub his puny erection, finally opening his eyes.  I almost groaned out
loud; his opened eyes made him look even hornier with the rest of his
facial features.  It was all I could do to not just pounce him and suck him
off right there.

   "I wanna play a little game with you," I reiterated, slowing my diddling
down so he could concentrate better.  Of course, to any child, a game is
good news, even one as preoccupied with a certain situation as Ollie
currently was, the boy smiling weakly back at me as he dealt with the
feelings his dickie shot through his body.

   "Uhnn~~ What kinda game?" he asked, still pressing the stiff bump in his
underoos into my hand as I slowly milked him.  My own member was thoroughly
coated with precum by now, a wet spot leaking through my boxers as my
lifelong dream came true in front of me.

   "I'm gonna get you dressed for the day, but I'm gonna make you feel
really REALLY good when I'm done, okay?" I declared with a questioning
undertone, asking if he understood the rules as well.

   "You mean 'feew bettuh' wike, down dere...?" he asked, looking down at
his babyish bump that I still fondled while we talked, my fingers having a
hard time to stroke such a short length.  Smiling, albeit devilishly, I
nodded back at my favorite little boy in the world.

   "Mhmm, and I say that we should start with your undies!" I declared,
tugging that small pair of briefs down and off his waist, accompanied by a
girlish whimper.  Finally, there it was: little Ollie's bare erection.  His
tiny dickie was the smoothest little rod God ever graced on a boy, his
short length offset by just how sensitive to the touch it was, my thumb
going back to its rightful home as I stroked little Oliver fully for the
first time.

   "Aahh-aahnn!" the young child cried out, his hips pulling back
involuntarily as he spasmed slightly.  His tender dickie almost seemed to
stiffen even more, hardening up as I continued to molest him, rubbing just
my thumb up and down his tiny length.

   "Okay, now it's time to figure out what kind of undies I want you to
wear today, okay?" I declared, pulling away from his achingly stiff weewee
to pull open his drawers and take a look through all his childish clothing.
Ollie purred as he nodded, the naked boy watching me rifle through his
dresser with blushy cheeks still highlighting his face.

   Clothes of that strange age between boy and toddler greeted me as I
searched for the cutest outfits of his.  Miniature socks and undies with
little cartoon animals mixed together along with preteen style t-shirts and
shorts suitable for a young skateboarder.  I even found a couple pairs of
boxer shorts in his dresser, as well as a pair of overalls that definitely
came from Ollie's toddlerhood.

   "Heeey, it got aww soft again..." Ollie said, sounding disappointed.  I
must have taken too long to find what I wanted him to wear, and as I turned
my head to take a look at the four year old, I saw him gaze down at the
already flaccid bump in between his legs, his dickie having softened back
to its normal length.  That was just fine with me; it was about as arousing
as anything could get to feel his soft weewee boning up in between his
whimpers.

   "Don't worry little guy; we'll just have to make it stand up again," I
chided, fluffling up his hair before holding open a pair of little briefs I
found for him.  He obediently stepped into the Ben 10 underoos, the cotton
briefs fitting snugly around his waist as I tugged them up his hips.  I
purposely let the waistband drag across the soft nub of his dickie so it
would push the little rod up and make it more prominent inside his briefs,
the sight of his boyish bump such sweet torture for me to not touch yet.

   "Now what awe you gonna put on me?" Ollie asked, brushing his longish
blond hair back behind his ears, though the sides always came out anyway,
making him look like a precious little girl instead of an even cuter little
boy.  "Well," I said, leaning to the side so I was able to reach back into
his dresser, pulling out a balled-up pair of his socks.  "I was thinking
that I'd go all out of order!" I stated with a smile, unfurling the tiny
athletic socks and dangling them from my hand.  Having the intended effect,
the small boy giggled and stuck out one miniature foot for me.

   "Weww, if you wewe gonna do that, you wouwdn't 'a put my undies on me
yet!" Ollie concluded, struggling to maintain balance on his single foot. A
four year old's logic had trumped my own; it put my mind at ease, if only
just a little, to know that I had at least chosen to molest a four year old
that was mature for his age.  Grinning wryly to myself in defeat, I
playfully pushed on his tiny chest, shoving him onto his back on top of the
bed to a chorus of his delightful laughter.

   "You're too smart for your own good, little Ollie," I declared,
separating the two socks from each other and slipping his feet into each
one, the white athletic ankle socks with gray heel and toe and red
stitching across the toe seam perfectly suiting his playful image. 
Achingly erect, I stood up and looked down at the nearly nude boy, gazing
at the work of art below me.  As he was right then, Ollie would have fit
perfectly in an underwear advertisement.  Dressed in only his briefs and
ankle socks, I couldn't help but reach down with a grin and rub my thumb
back and forth across the puny bump inside the Ben 10 underwear.  I was
slightly shocked to discover it was already as hard as a rock underneath my
gentle fondles.  I looked up and met eyes with a little tyke, winking at
the aroused child.

   "Heehe~ It got aww hawd when you wewe putting on my socks," he declared,
lifting up his dainty feet, which I obligingly tickled, again to a chorus
of little boy laughter.  Going back to playing with the stiff protrusion in
his underwear, I felt him sigh and shiver underneath me.

   "Ollie, I want to hear you say something, okay?" I prodded, the idea
itself making me leak a generous amount of precum into my boxers as I
thought of it.  The telltale blush of arousal tinted the four year old's
cheeks once more as he went back to pushing his hips against my diddling
fingers.

   "Wike what?" he asked innocently, his breathing starting to take on a
moaning tone underneath it already.

   "I want you to say 'I want you to make me cum,'" I stated, letting the
small child raise his knees up to rest his socked feet on the bed itself as
he humped into my hand.

   "Hnn~ What's making me 'cum'?" he asked, even the clarifying question
hot to my ears.

   "Remember last night when your weewee felt really really good because I
rubbed it?" I asked, running my fingers along the small swell of his puny
balls inside his undies, the sac seeming to tighten up as a strong whimper
broke out of his throat.

   "Hhhaaa!!  Y-yeah!" he cried out, squirming as the tickles already
started to gnaw at him, "I'm kinda feewing wike it wight now!" Ollie
exhaled with a whining moan, sounding like a dirty lesbian porn video.  I
almost came just from the sound alone; if this kept up, I would cum before
he did.

   "Nhh...  Well, that was called cumming, so if you say 'I want you to
make me cum,' I'll let you feel that good all over again.  Does that sound
good?" I asked, goading the four year old into asking to be molested.

   "Nnnnnggh~!!  I want you to make me cum!" Ollie whimpered, the dirty
words so incongruous out of his young mouth.  I hurriedly grabbed the
t-shirt I had picked out beforehand and held it up with one hand for him to
see what I wanted to do, my other hand still fondling his stiff little
nubbin as he squirmed underneath me.

   "We better hurry and get you dressed then we can make your little dickie
cum, right?" I giggled, slipping a pale yellow t-shirt with purple
scribble-like drawings of a snowboarder grinding down a rail over his head
and letting him work his arms through the little holes.  As he began to tug
the hem of the shirt down to cover his little tummy though, I stayed his
hand, keeping the tiny pink dots of his nipples in view.

   "Nuh-uh," I retorted to him, leaning down over the bare skin of his
revealed chest, only Ollie's arms and shoulders covered by the shirt. 
"This is when it starts to feel really good."

   With that, I brought my lips down to the tip of his succulent nipple,
little Ollie tensing up already since he knew what was coming.  Without
tonguing it first, I just bit the tip of his sensitive flesh softly with
only my teeth, my hand returning to the stiffness between his squirming
legs.  He cried out while I continued to nibble at the hardening flesh, my
free hand returning up to the four year old's chest to pinch and tweak its
twin, my mouth and hand switching places every few seconds.  The small
boy's breathing turned ragged and irregular as he fought to keep his eyes
open, his overwhelmed body shuddering under all the attention.

   "Hnn...!" he moaned with a whining overtone at the end, his tiny body
dwarfed by mine as I held myself above his submissive self.  "I-I'm gonna
cum!" he warned, knowing by experience what it felt like when he was close.
I immediately stopped molesting his inchlong rod and chest to a cry of
dismay, sitting up to hurriedly grab the final piece of his wardrobe before
I would let him milk.

   "Okay little guy: this is it, then I'll let you cum," I declared,
holding open the faded dark blue cargo jean shorts I had picked out for
him, the aroused child haphazardly kicking his socked feet through the leg
holes so I could hurry and tug them up his hips.

   "Huwwy!  I gotta cum!" Ollie demanded, letting me pull up the shorts,
though I did not zip up the fly or button the waistband, instead letting
the throbbing tent inside his briefs poke up through the open shorts.  I
licked my lips at what I was about to do, looking down at a very young boy,
aroused to the point of almost having an orgasm, "dressed" in the cutest
outfit my pedo mind could plan for him.

   "Alright, you can cum now," I stated, leaning back down to his level. 
This time though, I ignored his tender chest and just tugged down the
briefs to reveal his aching weewee in its one inch glory, pulling the
briefs to below his miniature balls.  The pink cocklet begged me to stroke
it, though I did it one better, wrapping my lips around his entire length
and tightening around it.  Ollie whinnied at the new sensation of a hot,
moist mouth around his tiny dickie, his entire body tensing as I slowly
began to twirl my tongue around his entire boyhood.  Since he was so short,
I didn't have to bob my head to reach all of his little erection, so I
instead washed every millimeter of skin I could find.  Sliding my tongue
against his sensitive underside made him actually arch his back as he
thrust as hard as he could into my mouth.

   "Ahhn!!!  Hnnn!!  I'm cumming!" Ollie cried out with a broken voice as
he pushed his hips up high.  With the first pulse of his orgasm, his
inchlong erection practically jumped in my mouth, my tongue able to feel
each wave of his contracting muscles trying to squirt milk that the small
child didn't have.  His whines grew in pitch as he shivered, his tiny
erection hardening up even more in the middle of his orgasm while I
continued to lick along his length, reaching up to play with the stiff dots
of his nipples to try and make it even more intense.  His legs continued to
squirm and, though I couldn't see it, little Ollie's toes kept balling up
into foot fists inside his adorable ankle socks as I gave him his second
orgasm of his life.

   Feeling his erect little inch squirt dryly against my tongue still, all
that went through my mind was to continue suckling the small boy until he
couldn't take it any more.  I came in my own underwear as I sucked off four
year old Ollie, his whole body arching up instinctively.  It's funny how
nature told Ollie to push his hips up, serving to insure the chances of his
sperm reaching an egg if he were inside a vagina, though all it did with
his dry orgasm was make me know he was in the midst of sexual bliss.  His
moans mixed with mine before his dickie stopped twitching, my underwear
gooey with my own milk as he slumped back down to the bed.

   "Gnnn~~" Ollie cooed, his muscles going slack while his inchlong
erection quickly softened within my mouth.  His orgasm dying down, I slowly
licked along his shrinking nubbin while his whimpering breaths slowed down
to normal.  The four year old boy re-opened his eyes at the same time I
finished up, letting his flaccid penis slip out of my mouth.  He blinked
wearily while a big smile crept across his face, the sexual tickles still
on their way out of his body.

   "That fewt SO goooood!" he said, still with a moaning undertone in his
voice.  I giggled and pulled his underwear back up, finally zipping up and
buttoning his shorts for the first time, though I couldn't resist his
chest, giving each nipple a suckling kiss before pulling his shirt down to
cover the now fully-dressed boy.

   "Was that cum better than last night?" I asked Ollie, pulling him up
into a sitting position, wrapping my arms around him to cuddle the
postcoital child.  I stroked his beautiful blond hair as he nodded,
grinning up at me.

   "Mmmmhmmmmm," he purred, resting his head against my chest.  I kissed
the side of his head and stood up the adorable tyke in front of me, dressed
in the cute outfit he had let me chosen for him.  He slipped his hands
inside the pockets of his jean shorts, the boyish t-shirt and ankle socks
completing the outfit that drove me wild.

   "Well then, mister Ollie," I began, placing my hands on his hips and
rocking him back and forth, eliciting giggles from the still sexually high
child.  "How about we go see a movie?" I asked him, winking at the four
year old.  He enthusiastically nodded, setting the rest of our journey in
motion.