Michael  (Mb,nepi,toddler,molestation)

by UpsiteDown



    Michael had just turned two years old when I started to take 
care of him.  His mother had recently lost her husband to an illness 
and she had to work a lot of overtime to make ends meet.  We'd met 
years before at the gym down the street so I helped her through 
the funeral arrangments and did a few odd jobs around the house to 
help her out.  

    Usually, a neighborhood teenager babysat Michael. But from time 
to time she was busy with school and I was asked to help out.  

    Despite just turning two, Michael was a smart little one and was 
already potty trained.  That certainly made my job a lot easier.  

    When I showed up at the house, his mother Jenna was hurrying to 
pack up her bag to get to work.  We exchanged pleasentries and, 
grabbing her coffee, she headed out the door.  Michael had fallen 
asleep on the couch with a kids show playing on the TV.  I quietly 
walked across the creaking hardwood floor and sat down next to him.  

    He laid on his back - his head of blonde hair leaning to one 
side as he slept.  I looked down at his cherub face and smiled as I 
thought about all the fun we were going to have today.  Not wanting 
to wake him yet, I softly placed my hand on his head and gently ran 
my fingers through his hair.  It was so soft and thick - his head 
was small enough that I could have picked him up by his head with 
one hand if I'd wanted to.  

    I picked the remote control off the couch and turned off the TV.
I wanted to hear him breathe deeply as he slept.  His chest rose and 
fell as he napped and I could hear his soft inhales and exhales.  I 
delicately ran my hand down the side of his head - feeling his 
satiny cheeks - so smooth and young.

    I continued down over his tummy covered with his blue flannel 
pajamas.  While his right leg was stretched out straight, his left 
was pulled up a little bit and his knee was pushed out to one side.  

    Perfect!  No legs to move out of the way.  

    My hand continued downward until I brushed over his baby crotch.  

    While it was small, I could still feel his tiny little cock 
through his pajamas.  I ran my fingers gently back and forth across 
it - teasing myself.  I wanted to rip his PJs off but the delightful 
tormet was too enjoyable.  I kept touching him softly for a few 
seconds until I couldn't take it any more.  I moved my hand up to 
the waistline of the pajama bottoms and slipped my fingers 
underneath the elastic.  

    Being careful not to wake him yet, I let my hand slide down the 
inside of his pajamas until my finger tips found his little boy cock.  
It was so soft and smooth - a perfect scale model of my own cock - 
which had been hardening in my pants as I played with him.

    Taking his tiny shaft between my fingers, I slowly fondled him - 
feeling the hairless, perfect skin.  The warmth of his little body 
felt so nice against my invading hand.  Moving back and forth, I 
could feel his little cock instinctively begin to harden.  Sliding 
my hand down further, I cupped his infantile balls, which were no 
bigger than lima beans.  

    I glanced back at his face and saw that he was awake. His 
innocent little face smiling at me; he loved the games we played 
together.  Now that he was awake, I wouldn't have to worry about 
disturbing him.  I removed my hand from his pajamas and pulled the 
bottoms down.  He obligingly lifted his little toddler ass up to 
help me slip them off.  

    Finally, his semi-hard baby cock was in full view.  I couldn't 
have been more than two inches long, but it was exactly what I 
wanted.

    I bent down and lovingly took his smooth cock into my mouth.  

    As it slid between my eager lips, I could taste the faint 
flavor of child cock and smell the slightly musky odor of baby 
crotch.  I twirled my tongue over the head of Michael's cock and 
bobbed my head up and down.  Little Michael was used to having a 
man service his cock. Whenever I came over, I made sure that his 
immature penis was pleasured.  

    As I sucked him, I slid my hands underneath him and cupped 
his small ass - using it to pull his boyhood deeper in my mouth.  

    I always wished that he was old enough to have this delicate 
a cock but still me able to cum for me.  

    My cock was now hard enough to shatter concrete and I knew 
that I had to cum before my balls exploded.

    I raised my head up - letting his wet boy cock slip out of my 
mouth with a pop.  Standing up, I unbuckled my belt and pushed my 
pants down - freeing my raging hardon.  I knelt on the couch near 
his feet and took one of his ankles in each of my hands - raising 
them so that they pointed to the ceiling.  His baby legs together 
made the perfect fuck toy, and I pushed my cock between them.  

    The warmth of his legs around my cock was like a velvet vice 
and I started to move back and forth - fucking his little legs.  

    I knew I wouldn't last long, and after about thirty seconds I 
shot my load over his stomach and nearly collapsed! 

    Once I'd recovered, I pulled my pants back up and went to the 
kitchen to get some paper towels.  Little Michael would soon grow 
up to be a dirty little boy!


THE END

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