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 Nickie's Story - Part 3

   Ped, M/b(4)

   After he made my little dickie spasm in its first dry cum, my babysitter
grew slightly bolder as time went on, sneaking sly touches here and there.
His fondles stayed relatively inconspicuous and I wouldn't have really
noticed much if I hadn't had previous knowledge about what he was after.  I
played along, hoping myself that if I met his expectations, I might get to
have him please me out in the open like he did when he thought I was
asleep. As such, it was a gradual change from pretending to be asleep to
being naive about his sneaky touches.

   The first such incident reminded me of the first time after my soccer
game.  I was playing a video game on his lap, shirtless and wearing only
some ankle socks and a pair of boardshorts with some underoos on.  I made
sure to show as much skin as possible whenever the heat of summer allowed
me, picking the shorter pairs of shorts that I had and coyly pulling the
legs up further when I could.  Kicking my socked feet idly as I rested on
his lap with the controller in my hands, my babysitter held me from behind,
his warm hands wrapped around my tiny chest and holding my four year old
frame close.  Smiling, I looked back at him before returning to the game,
trying to look entranced by the rare opportunity to play one of his games.

   As always, I felt the exploring reach of one of his thumbs as he
explored the soft skin of my tender chest, almost immediately running the
pad of his digit across the bare tip of one tiny nipple.  The tingling
feeling hit immediately as he played with my sensitive nub, slowly rubbing
back and forth, causing the pink flesh to harden into a dot while he petted
it.  I tried to not show any stimulation from it, trying to just let my
babysitter touch me without fear, though I caught a small whimper in my
throat as he started pinching the other one.  I could feel the little lump
in between my legs start to stiffen up, but even if it did, it would barely
be a noticeable bump in my shorts, so I didn't care.

   I panted quietly as he continued to molest my chest for several minutes,
my small erection throbbing inside its cotton prison, aching to be touched
itself.  Humorously enough, I started to do poorly in the videogame I was
playing and got a game over, at which point my babysitter picked me up and
set me off his lap, excusing himself to the bathroom and telling me I
should play another round.  While he was gone, I pressed my palm against my
agonizingly hard little cocklet, eliciting some nice tingling and a loud
whimper from me, but it wasn't enough, especially for inexperienced hands
like mine.

   He would always only go for my chest in a manner like this, exploring my
tiny nipples while I was awake and unknowingly causing the little boy in
his lap to be sexually frustrated at not getting off.  I dressed even more
provocatively and smiled at him more, trying to subconsciously let him know
that he could have me if he wanted.  I oftentimes went for much of the day
in just my underoos, thanking the summer for providing us all with enough
heat to do so.  Still, all he did was molest my chest which, don't get me
wrong, felt *quite* good.  I just knew what I was missing and wasn't
satisfied.

   However, my chance finally came one night when my mom had to stay over
at work, leaving my babysitter to tuck me in.  I got my pajamas ready; in
other words, I just took off my shorts.  I always slept in the t-shirt,
briefs, and socks that I had worn all throughout the day, so all I had to
do was tug off that most modest layer.  I waited a few minutes after he put
me down to return to the front room where he was, watching some show,
rubbing my eyes and complaining how I couldn't get to sleep.  He patted his
legs for me as usual.  Invitation accepted, I was ready for whatever came
next.

   My babysitter's hands rested peacefully in my lap as we sat together, my
eyes on the screen as we watched my favorite cartoon series.  Aware of the
effect my dress should have on him, I kept my legs spread on the outside of
his like usual, letting his eyes gaze directly at whatever babyish bump in
my soft cotton briefs he could see.  It was almost hard to stay soft when I
fantasized about him just going for broke and molesting me, but I didn't
want him to get scared and stop touching me, so I merely cooperated when he
finally did make a move on my tiny dickie when I was awake.

   His thumb could easily graze the entirety of my groin from where either
of his hands were resting, right in the small crevice between my package
and thigh, directly on my Toy Story briefs.  My t-shirt did nothing to
cover anything up, it being barely long enough to cover up the skin of my
tummy (usually), let alone hang further down, further giving my babysitter
an unfettered view of what he was doing.  So slowly that I almost didn't
notice it, he had extended his thumb like before and had started to pet the
miniature head of my cocklet through my undies.

   The thumping in his chest grew quite a bit louder and quicker while I
stayed oblivious, not showing that I was secretly in the utmost glee as he
started to surreptitiously fondle me.  Growing bolder, his petting
increased in pressure, his thumb pressing harder as he stroked it along the
tiny width of my dickie and then along the short length.  On the underside
of my weewee is the most sensitive spot, and I cooed quietly while he used
a finger to rub me there, joining his thumb in furtive stroking motions. 
My babysitter stopped immediately as I made noise, but kept his hands on my
tingling genitals, unsure of whether to stop or keep going and risk
exposure.  I made the decision for him, squirming a tiny bit like I was
getting comfortable and pushing my hips into his fondling hand, looking
back and up at him momentarily and smiling innocently before going back to
watching my show.

   The poor guy must have been panicking judging by the look on his face
and I heard an audible swallow, but his fingers slowly resumed their
fondling, and I spread my legs wider in response.  My weewee started to
respond, the molesting growing more intense as he started to softly pinch
while he stroked, his motions trying to milk my baby worm.  I shivered as
my inch of soft boyhood firmed up slightly under his stroking, a tent
starting to materialize in the cotton of my briefs while my budding
erection continued to fill up, my babysitter's stroking growing more intent
and pleasing to me the stiffer I got.  I whimpered girlishly once his
milking was able to make my throbbing boyhood stand straight up, all inch
and a half poking up through the briefs into his deviant fingers.  He
realized he had given me a full erection and quickly stopped eagerly
stroking me like before and backed off slightly, using just his thumb to
pet the underside of my proud boyhood through my briefs, his eyes staring
at the tiny mound in my undies the whole time.

   I squirmed my hips against his finger, looking up blushily at him while
his thumb slowly teased me, my own cheeks burning pink from arousal.  He
looked down at me, a mixed look of panic and arousal in his own right as he
realized I must know what he's doing, his thumb slowing to a stop with his
hand still resting on my thigh.  Whimpering lustily, I wordlessly pushed
his hand back onto my brief covered erection, rocking my hips into his
fingers as I closed my eyes.

   My babysitter shrieked a little bit and pulled his hand off as if my
groin had been electrified, but I looked back at him again and bit my lip,
whimpering.  I grabbed his hand despite his anxious apologies that I didn't
listen to and placed it squarely on the tip of my tent again.  After
several moments of what I'm sure was panic flooding my babysitter's body,
he stopped apologizing and his fingers resumed stroking.  I felt his heart
pulse stronger and deeper, the beating in his chest intensifying as he
masturbated my little four year old self on his lap.  Unbound by secrecy
anymore, my babysitter eagerly pleased the tiny cocklet in his hand,
eliciting more girlish moans from me.

   My mouth fell open as I leaned back against him, my eyes still closed
tightly against the growing tickles throughout my body.  His efforts to
please my small body increased as he slipped his other hand up the front of
my tiny chest and under my shirt to toy with my already stiffened nipples
like he had done "secretly" so many times before.  I cried out and opened
my eyes to look back and up at him as he tweaked my sensitive nubs and
milked my inch and a half inside my undies, smiling with brightly burning
cheeks as I gazed at his own aroused self panting above me.  I could see
the hardened tip of my nipple poking up through my t-shirt while he played
with the other one, even the cotton of the shirt grazing against it
arousing to me.

   The tickles grew while he diddled my puny dickie, rubbing me quickly
through the thin cotton of my briefs, the distended image of Buzz Lightyear
poking up on top of the tiny tent in my underwear.  I arched my back and
pushed my hips out, my own humping movements quickening in pace as well
while my babysitter tugged me closer to him to try and please all my
erogenous zones at once.  Growing to a fever pitch, I girlishly moaned out
in choking gasps when the tickles finally burst free, my babysitter
stroking me eagerly while the tiny inch and a half of erection in his
fingers throbbed in orgasm.  I grabbed onto the couch and pushed my hips
up, biting my lip and gasping for air while he rubbed faster, the
overwhelming feeling pulsing throughout my little body, intensified by all
of his molesting.  Finally I came down from it, whimpering as he slowly
stopped fondling my softening dickie, giving my nipple one last pinch
before pulling his hand out of my shirt and letting his hands come to a
rest on top of my bare thighs, my tender dickie nothing more than a soft
bump in my underwear again.

   My babysitter almost pushed me off of him and ran to the bathroom,
already stroking a mountainous adult tent in his jeans visible to my eyes.
I shivered once more in post-orgasmic bliss and smiled, running my palm and
fingers over the top of that tiny bump inside my briefs, lingering tickles
still eliciting small jolts of sexual pleasure.  Nothing was going to be
the same after this night.