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 Poor Little Tyler - (M/b, ped, nc)

   He simply couldn't have been any cuter.  Six years young and acting just
like it, little Tyler was a ball of activity and watching him was usually
no simple task.  However, this time I was able to distract him with a
slightly less destructive than usual game of wrestling.  Of course, being
much older than the little tyke, he was no match unless I let him pin me,
but that didn't phase him at all.

   "I gotchu!" he yelled as he squirmed all over me, biting his tongue in
concentration as he straddled my waist, his little sky blue t-shirt riding
a touch high as he stretched to hold my arms down above my head.  The
miniscule weight of the boy was nothing, but I pretended to struggle and
fight back, lifting him slightly with my hips as I pressed his arms up,
then slumped back down, admitting defeat.

   "Nng!! ...Gyaa...  Uncle!" I cried out, breathing heavily as he let all
his weight lie on top of me.

   "I win!" Tyler giggled, pulling his hands off of my wrists and smirking
down at me, crossing his arms in front of his little chest.  I would be
lying if I said I didn't enjoy the feel of his little groin, even through
his cute little jeans, on my own.  My boxers began to get a bit tighter at
that sudden thought, and I rocked my hips against his as an idea lit in my
head.

   "Oh yeah?" I asked, mockingly.  "Well, let's see if you can defend
against a surprise attack!" I grabbed around his waist and whirled over on
the carpet, catching the astonished look on his cherubic face and his
tousled blond hair wafting in the quick breeze as I pulled him down to the
floor onto his back.  Crying out in shock, he raised his little knees up to
defend.  His legs pulled the bottom of his jeans up a bit, exposing several
inches of his smooth, hairless ankles, covered only by sky blue ankle
socks, to match his t-shirt, yet with snowy white heel, toe, and an ankle
stripe across the top.  I almost drooled onto him, just from the sheer
cuteness factor of his great puppy eyes widened in shock, as well as his
innocent rough-boy look.

   "Now I'm gonna eat your boobies!" I called out, half-smiling with a
kinky grin that any adult would have noticed.  Little Tyler only cried out
again and squirmed to get away, playfully however, since he knew it was
only a game.  I slithered on top of the small child and laid on top of one
of his legs, effectively pinning it while the other was still bent up at
the knee.  I smiled up at him as I quickly reached up and grabbed the hem
of his shirt, which he was busy pulling down at the same time, his cheeks
reddening quickly.

   "Nuuu!  I don' want you to eat my boobs!" the six year-old called out,
giggling in the midst of all the chaos.

   "Too bad, Ty!  You can't stop me now!" I said in a mock evil,
authoritarian voice, lifting his shirt up and exposing his entire tummy to
my eyes, making him buck his hips and howl out even more.  I brought my
head down to the milky skin and licked once, making the little boy giggle
loudly as his tummy shuddered, Tyler obviously ticklish there.  With his
hands' pulling going slack, I lifted the shirt up all the way past his tiny
dime-sized nipples and didn't wait for any cues.  My hard-on was already
throbbing in my pants, so I simply leaned down and gave the very tip of one
cherry-red nipple a suckling lick.

   "O-oooh!" Tyler winced, closing his eyes sharply as I licked the soft
nub repeatedly.  His thrashing lessened slightly as I continued, his
bucking hips slowing to a stop while my tongue flicked the tip of his left
nipple.  "Nhh...  Hhhaa..." he whimpered, the pink flesh hardening while
under my tongue.  My fingers crawled themselves up to his other tiny nipple
and I rubbed across the equally hard tip with the soft pad of my index
finger.  I gingerly stroked the growing peak of his bare nipple with my
thumb and forefinger, continuing to suckle lightly on the other one, even
going so far as to nip slightly at his tender flesh with my teeth.

   "Ahhhhn!!!  S-stop iiit..." the poor little boy whimpered, but I was
already in too deep, molesting his sensitive little chest.  His breath
became shallower as I felt him slump to the ground, the effort of tensing
up his back to hold himself up proving to be too much while this was going
on.  I watched him curl his little toes repeatedly inside of his adorable
ankle socks.  Looking up to watch his angelic face at the same time, I
released his tiny nipple from my grip while I continued tonguing his other,
slipping my fingers down the middle of his chest and tummy, not hesitating
as I finally slipping my whole hand between his jeans and cartoon briefs.
He squeezed his eyes shut even harder as his cheeks filled with bright
crimson.  His hips started to buck again to try and dislodge my hand, but I
held onto his hands tightly to keep him in place.

   "N-nooo!  My weewee!  You can' tou-..ch...  there..." he trailed off as
he bit his lower lip.  My hand felt the smooth ribbing of the white cotton
past the spandex and nylon waistband, my fingers aching to find the small
treasure, as well as the rough material of the denim on the back of my
hand. There it was.  Little Ty's squishy nubbin lay dormant inside of his
protective briefs, small enough that I could only use two fingers to try
and wake it up.

   "Unnh!  W-wha..?" the small child finally opened his accusing eyes, but
I was too busy watching my own hand underneath his jeans, my fingers
fondling the bulge underneath his briefs, stroking and tugging at it while
I continued to hold him down and tease his nipple.  He bit his lower lip
and moaned, sounding like a little girl while I teased his tiny dickie,
finally feeling it fill up slightly inside his briefs.  Getting harder, I
was able to finally start to fully stroke the little boy, his inch and a
half member beginning to turn into a hard little marble between my fingers.

   "Stopit...  stopit...  My weewee..." Ty panted, though he was starting
to rock his hips into my hand and wince in pleasure.  I sped up my strokes,
his girlish moaning music to my ears.  I could not even see his erection
under his jeans, but to watch his burning cheeks and mouth hanging open
while I touched his most private of areas, pleasing such a little boy and
seeing it reflected in his confused expression was much more erotic.  His
voice broke with each little squeal and his chest rose and fell quickly
while I watched his hips spasm with the tickles of pleasure.

   "Ahh!!  Stop, stop, stop!  I-..!  It's gonna-!" little Tyler opened his
eyes in a panic as he yelped, his hips rocking faster of their own accord.
I applied more pressure with my palm, rubbing quickly along the sensitive
underside of his tender young dickie, squeezing its sides with the rest of
my hand as I tried my hardest to milk the young boy.

   "Unnnhhhhh!!!!" he cried out, thrusting his hips into my hand heavily,
arching his back off the floor while I rubbed furiously, feeling his
pulsating little erection underneath his briefs.  His shallow moans filled
the silent room while I brought the tyke to his climax, his sweaty hair
matted to his forehead while he bit his lip and rocked his hips, choking
small whimpers between clenched teeth.  Finally, the six year-old came down
off his orgasm with no mess to clean up, Tyler being too young to make any
milk, though that would have been more satisfying.

   I sat up, releasing his tiny nipple from my mouth.  My own underwear was
drenched from when I came myself and didn't even realize it.  I let my hand
slip out of his jeans, the outline of his still-hard little member outlined
clearly now, so I petted it gingerly over the top of his pants.  He winced,
the postcoital little boy still feeling the residual pleasure, though his
eyes looked at me accusingly.