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 Taking a Brave Pill, Part 1

   M/b (6), ped, semi-nc, mast, oral

   I brushed his hair back away from his eyes as he slept, trying to gauge
how sensitive his sleeping body was to any disturbances.  Aside from
opening and closing his mouth a couple of times, he showed no signs of
awakening.  My heart rate shot up as I eyed the sleeping boy as I mentally
fast-forwarded my plans, instantly picturing all that I would do to the
small tyke while he laid there peacefully.  Savoring each second of that
adrenaline fueled high, I laid down next to him on the mattress, my senses
incredibly heightened from all the stress hormones and arousal flooding my
body.

   My hand trembled as I slowly reached out, my attention kept on his eyes
with a laser focus, making sure he didn't suddenly wake up as I gently
wrapped my arm around his slender waist, letting him get used to the
sensation of having that weight on him.  Another peek up at the six year
old's face...  Still no change.  Not brave enough to try going under the
first grader's "more serious" clothes yet, I subtly slid my hand up the
boy's shirt, my fingers grazing his smooth tummy flesh as I reached the
middle of his chest.  He only emanated a long sigh, almost contentedly
purring while I rested my hand on his warm skin, able to feel the deep pump
of each strong heartbeat.  With a small smile on my face, I moved a bit
more to the left side, exploring the little chest of this active six year
old.

   My fingers found the soft circle of Elliott's pink nipple almost
immediately, the change in texture obvious even without being able to see
it.  I bit my tongue slightly in concentration as I let my thumb run back
and forth over it slowly, still staring up at the sleeping child to make
sure he stayed that way.  Rubbing quickly across the soft pink tip of his
nipple repeatedly, the skin finally began to stiffen a bit, allowing me to
pinch the child's hardening nipple with my forefinger as well.  The first
grader's face stayed neutral during the whole ordeal, though he did sigh a
couple times, even emitting a small whimper while I switched to the other
nipple as well, changing my own position so I could rub both at the same
time underneath his shirt.  It was time however, and I slipped my hands out
from underneath his shirt and back down the front of his tummy, the child's
breathing deep and steady as I laid back on my side and let my hand cross
the threshold to his pants.

   I felt the change to the swishy silk-like material of those athletic
pants that most young boys wear, along with the elastic waistband holding
them up in place around his slender hips.  Thankfully he was lying flat so
I therefore didn't have to deal with actually reaching in between his legs,
which might disturb his slumber more than this.  My heartbeat almost made
me bounce with each pump it was working so hard with my fight-or-flight
chemicals coursing through my veins.  Nevertheless, I slid my fingers
further down toward the pelvis of this young child.

   Checking his face again and still seeing no change, I decided I could be
a little less cautious and therefore cast all my attention to the actual
task at hand.  I hovered my fingertips above the v of the boy's crotch,
swallowing noisily before letting my fingers slowly alight upon their
target, caressing the tiny bump nestled inside the safe confines of the
first grader's pants and briefs.  I bit my lip to keep from groaning aloud
upon feeling the little blonde's most private of parts for the first time,
glancing with a bit of panic at his face to make sure he wasn't staring
wide-eyed at me.  Of course, his expression hadn't even changed with my
fingertips lightly resting on the nubbin of his cocklet through two layers
of clothes.

   Still looking at his face for any changes, I slid my thumb back and
forth across the entire bump in between his legs, molesting the little
tyke. His soft cocklet remained just a squishy button under his pants for
quite a while as I diddled the flesh cautiously, ready to abandon the
mission at a moment's notice in any case of discovery.  I pressed a bit
firmer against his tiny package and swirled my thumb all around his dickie,
seeing his little girth moving around underneath the material of his pants
as I fondled the sleeping child.  Finally, my thumb felt some small measure
of resistance in the child's cocklet; the boy's little weewee was finally
starting to firm up.

   I sped up my fondling thumb, encouraging his budding erection to get
stronger, seeing the boy's package actually grow and push out the swishy
material of his pants.  With a quiet groan, my charge turned his head on
his pillow, making me pull my hands away quickly.  I realized that there
would have been no simple explanation as to why I was lying in bed next to
him if he were to wake up in the first place, especially if he were to ask
why I was touching him.  These sorts of things don't figure into "plans"
like this at the time, and I kicked myself mentally for being so stupid as
to think that any sort of "pretend like you didn't do anything" emergency
backup plan would have worked at all.  However, Elliott didn't wake up. 
The six year old merely opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, all
the while sporting a very tiny little hard-on in between his legs, tenting
out his boyish athletic pants, maybe even for the first time in his life.

   A devious idea crossed my mind and I pulled out my phone, of course
making sure it was on silent.  Switching it over to the video capture mode,
I hit record and caught the sight of this tiny boy's two inch erection
poking up into his pants on tape.  I made sure to get a good view of the
whole boy sleeping on top of his bed as well: from the sweet angelic face
with blonde mop all over the pillow to his baby blue t-shirt, then a quick
pan across his legs to show the camera his dainty childish feet, clad in
white ankle socks with a Pokemon pattern throughout the cotton as well as
red heel and toe reinforcement, along with several inches of his bare legs
not covered by the light gray athletic pants, all capped off with a longer
view of his gloriously hard cocklet.

   Holding the camera as still as possible, I reached into the frame and
let my fingers caress the boy's tent again, slipping my fingers along its
short length.  Ellie whimpered slightly in his sleep and I panned over to
face the camera at him again while I threw caution to the wind, keeping my
molesting hand on his baby erection, fondling the little boy continuously.
His cheeks seemed to turn slightly pink as he opened his mouth and kept it
open, the six year old grunting small moans every so often as I kneaded his
adorable dickie.

   My mouth went dry as I ran my thumb up and down the boy's tender two
inch length, stroking along the underside of his erection through his
pants. The child's breathing seemed to grow strained slightly as I sped up,
grasping his tiny cock loosely with my thumb and forefinger, tugging gently
to try and milk the boy.  With my fingers diddling his dickie, little
Elliott started to squirm in his sleep as his body tried to deal with the
growing urgency in between his legs.  I suppressed a groan as my phone
captured the sleeping boy's stirring body reacting to my touches, the six
year old having closed his mouth and seeming to adopt a serious expression
in his sleep as I molested him.  Small, barely audible moans mixed in with
his breathing, again picking up in urgency as I continued to stroke his
weewee.

   I couldn't take it anymore.  As soon as I saw Ellie's body start to show
the sexual tickles were getting to him, I lost control.  Trying to be
gentle, I hurriedly set the phone down, not caring what it saw anymore as I
grabbed the waistband of the six year old's pants, tugging them down to
just underneath his miniscule sac along with his red and white Pokemon
briefs (to match his ankle socks), revealing the pink circumcised cocklet
of a first grade boy.  The achingly hard little erection throbbed with his
heartbeat, and I eagerly wrapped my lips around all two inches, swirling my
tongue up the underside before starting to blow the young child.  Since his
length was so short, there wasn't much for me to bob along, but I sucked
him in and kept my lips tightly wrapped around the babyish hard-on as I
milked him with my mouth.

   His hips gyrated automatically towards my mouth in small pushes while
his moans got faster and more urgent.  I threw all caution out the window
and continued to suck on his young cocklet, eagerly pleasing this child. 
Ellie's mouth opened up and his breaths were now all moans, the six year
old writhing in his sleep as his hips pushed higher and longer into my
mouth, only encouraging me to go faster until I felt his dickie's first
pulse.

   With a gasping yelp, Elliott's entire body tensed up and I felt his two
inch weewee jump against my tongue, the waves of orgasm involuntarily
contracting the muscles surrounding his puny erection into the most
pleasurable experience he could ever imagine.  Without second guessing
myself, I sped up my bobbing along his short length, flicking my tongue all
over the pulsating cocklet.  He squirmed and writhed on the top of the bed
the whole time I felt his tiny hard-on trying to pump a load that wasn't
there, the six year old having had the first dry cum of his life in my
mouth.  Even after it stopped throbbing against my tongue, only weakly
pulsing every couple of seconds, the two inch dickie stayed as hard as a
rock, so I continued to suck the child off anyway.

   His moans grew quieter as his first orgasm subsided, but he was still
pushing his hips up at me, trying to slip his puny erection into my mouth,
so I let him.  I brought my hand up as well and slipped my fingers around
the bottom of the young child's hard little shaft, only able to use my
thumb and forefinger as I began to stroke his saliva-slick dickie at the
same time as I bobbed my head along his short length.  I had to retreat to
only sucking on the first inch of his cocklet, but I suckled harder and
faster on him, licking my tongue along the sensitive underside of Elliott's
erection.  He whimpered loudly at the new technique and was pushing his
hips higher and harder like he had before when he was about to blow.

   "Wha...?" I heard a young child's voice say blearily.  "...Nhh...  What
are you...?" Ellie began.  I looked up with panic in my eyes at the sight
of the tiny six year old looking back down at me, wincing in pleasure as I
still stroked his dickie.  He began his sentence but didn't finish it, the
young boy closing his eyes and whimpering again, the shivers making him
squirm with his miniature erection still in my mouth.  "Aaahhh! ...Stop
it...!" he protested, putting his hands on the top of my head and pushing
down, but I figured I might as well ignore him, considering the trouble I
was already in anyway.  I redoubled my efforts, flicking my tongue all over
his achingly erect boyhood, stroking his short length faster and faster.

   "...Nnngh!  Stooooop," he crooned, his voice becoming a moan once more
as he weakly tried to push me away, though I carried on.  After several
more moments of his hips pushing into my mouth, he suddenly tensed up even
harder and cried out.  "...Ahh!  I gotta pee!  C'mon, stop licking my
weewee!" he demanded urgently, his legs trying to close together around my
head, but I knew better than he did what was about to happen and only sped
up.  With his breaths turning into one long moan, his voice cracked into a
yelp again as I felt the first pulse of his second orgasm, the boy's two
inch hard-on jumping against my tongue again.  The young child's hands
grabbed at my hair and haphazardly played with it, his hands actually
pushing me down deeper onto his dickie.

   I stole a glance at his orgasmic face; the six year old's cheeks were
bright pink and his mouth was wide open, taking fish-out-of-water breaths
while a quick moan escaped his lips with every rapid heartbeat, an
incongruently serious expression on his young face.  His orgasm lasted much
longer thankfully, as I wanted him to experience just how good it could
feel while he was fully awake.  After the pulsing of his orgasm died down,
I retreated back to just slowly licking his still-stiff two inches of
length, letting him come down slowly.  He opened one eye while still
feeling the last bit of his orgasm fade away, looking down at me with a mix
of emotions on his young face, watching me cleaning his most private of
parts with my tongue.  Finally, I stopped and knelt up, looking down at the
entirety of young Elliott underneath me before pulling his briefs and
swishy pants back up, his little boyhood still poking a tent into the
material of his pants, which I went back to stroking gently, causing the
first grader to tense up one more time and bite his lip again, cooing
softly.

   "Did you like it?" I asked him, hoping his answer went the way I wanted
it to go.