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The next few days were a hormonal blur of jerk off sessions and hot white cum landing on my tummy, as I fantasized, remembering the events of the weekend with Jenna.
I had almost- though not quite- forgotten about my commitment to babysit on Thursday. When I woke up that morning, I felt a surge of enthusiasm as I looked forward to the evening. It felt powerful to be given such responsibility. The hours slowly ticked by, until it was finally five o'clock, and I rang their bell. I heard thumping around inside the house.
"He's here!" a tiny voice rang out.
The door swung open, and little Nolan slammed into me with a bear hug. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head, and then stepped back. I noticed that my cock was halfway erect, which was very curious in the present situation. I didn't feel horny, exactly, but I had to admit I did feel a bit "lit up" by the whole experience, by walking in to babysit, and especially by the tight hug. I had never felt little Alex (the nickname I had given my cock way back when I was a small boy) harden up like this before. Although my name was actually Mark, it never felt quite right to me. For some reason, I felt inspired by a girl I knew named Alex, and I liked to secretly think of myself as Alex, not Mark. It just sort of felt right.
I came in, shutting the door behind me, and removing my shoes. The next few minutes were a blur of instructions from mom, kisses and hugs from her to the boys, and the final closing of the door. Before she left, she shouted to me:
"Make sure you scrub them nice and clean please, they missed their tub yesterday!"
There was a pizza waiting for us in the kitchen, having been delivered several minutes before. We scarfed most of it down in no time flat.
Finally, we couldn't stuff down any more pizza, and I told the boys it was time to clean up and head for the bathroom. We threw away the paper plates, and I set the leftover pizza down on the counter, in its box. The boys took off for the bathroom, with me right behind them. Nolan was already stripping, pulling his red tee shirt up and over his cute little five year old face, and dropping it to the floor. Little Simon needed a bit more help, and I pulled his shirt off of his scrawny frame. I hooked my thumbs into his shorts, pulling them down, along with his undies, in one fell swoop. What I saw there gave me a bit of surprise- I couldn't find his penis slit, no matter how hard I looked. Though I didn't know the term at the time, he was uncut, with a short gathering of foreskin hanging off his tip. I glanced over at his brother, who was (of course) sporting the same look, albeit slightly bigger. At three years old, Simon's penis was barely an inch poking out from under his cute tummy, while Nolan's might be an inch and a half.
Nolan had already started the bathwater running, with the tub stopper in place. He let the water swirl and build around his feet. I lifted Simon up by his underarms, and tried to lower him in, but he jerked his feet up in fear.
"Too hot!"
"You haven't even felt the water yet, little buddy."
He grinned, and extended one toe towards the water, testing it out slowly, and then dropping both of his feet down. I lowered him slowly into the water, releasing his sweet underarms once his feet touched down. He splashed down onto his belly right away, giggling up a storm. Nolan got a bit irritated, telling him to stop splashing. Both boys eventually settled into a seated position, and I turned the water off, since it was at belly height. I looked around for soap, and a washcloth. I found a bottle of Bluey bodywash, but no washcloth.
"Hey guys, where do you keep your washcloth?"
"Our what?" they both responded.
"You know, the little cloth you use to soap up?"
"Ah....mommy always just uses her hands." said Nolen.
Now that I thought of it, I didn't really use a washcloth either, but I assumed parents usually did when giving kiddos their bath. I guess not!
My hands were shaking slightly, in nervousness and excitement, as I squirted some soap into my palm, and started to rub down little Simon's back. I asked him to stand, and I soaped around to his chest, spending some time massaging his tiny shoulders. I then let my hands slip down his sides, touching his hips lightly, before slipping around back to his little butt. I rubbed up and down, moving towards the center, where I slipped my hands inside his cheeks. I felt his warm little hole, and gently tickled around with the soap. I took my hands out, let them splash into the water, and got new soap. This time I started down around his ankles, asking him to lift his feet out one at a time. I slowly rubbed up the length of each leg, avoiding his penis until the very last. Truth be told, I had never touched another penis, and I was nervous, even if it was just a little three year old's cock. I started underneath, rubbing his ball sack lightly with soap, before moving up and around to his bald pubic area. I soaped this up, and the descended to the base of his penis. I took it in my fingers, and slowly pulled back its length. It began to harder as soon as I touched it, but Simon didn't react. I stroked it back and forth a few times for good measure, causing the head to poke out from under its hood, reminding me of a little sweatshirt or hoodie. I then let him plop back down into the water. My own cock was fully stiff, straining against the inside of my shorts. I repeated this entire process with Nolan, who also sported a two and a half inch hardon when I touched him. The boys splashed around for a bit more, and then it was time to get off and towel off. They each put on a tee shirt, and a pair of loose red shorts, perfect for relaxing on a hot summer night.
We headed for the sofa in the living room, where it was time for a showing of "Moana." I snuggled up tight and close with little Simon, feeling the heat coming off his freshly bathed little boy body, smelling the sweet scent of his shampoo on his wet brown hair. The movie began, and he leaned even deeper into me. I lovingly started to stroke his little feet, which were tucked right next to me. I was finding that I couldn't resist this sweet boy, and I leaned my face down to plant a little peck right on top of his head. I had my left arm wrapped around his back, supporting his weight as he cuddled into me. My right arm was wrapped around front, where I was still stroking his tiny foot. I began to move up his leg, finding his warm, smooth skin irresistible. I spent some time on his calf, and ended up cupping my hand behind his knee. My cock had begun to harden during this process, and it had just about reached full mast at this time. I continued my journey upwards, relishing the warmth and squishiness of his chunky-with-baby-fat thighs. Finally, I reached the hem of his shorts, where I spent a good deal of time just stroking up and down his inner thighs, perhaps getting just a bit deeper into his shorts each time. He was really into the movie, and didn't seem to notice or care. I had lost track of time, in my erotic, loving, tender bliss, but it had probably been half the movie so far. On one of my upstrokes I caught just a little bit of teeny ballsack in my fingers. Although I wasn't even touching my penis, an orgasm exploded in my body at once. I clamped my jaw tight, and gave the tiniest squeaky moan, which went unnoticed, as jet after jet of hot, white, sticky cum shot into my undies. I had stopped stroking Simon's thigh when my orgasm began, instead just holding him close. As my orgasm began to subside, I leaned down, planting a warm, wet kiss right on his forehead. I excused myself, scampered away to the bathroom, and removed my undies, which had thankfully caught all of the semen. I balled them up, put my pants back on, and went back out to the living room. I carefully shoved the balled up undies into my backpack, and resumed my spot on the sofa. I scooped Simon back up into a cuddle, and noticed the movie wasn't far from the end. Since he hadn't reacted to my accidentally touch of his testicles, I felt brave, and went right up his thigh, gently testing the waters out by lightly stroking his balls. He gave a soft sigh, and spread his legs out a bit. I moved up to the base of his little cock, and gripped the shaft, my thumb on the underside, with two fingers set above. It immediately hardened from fully soft to hard as a stone in my grip. He was still paying some attention to the movie, but his breathing changed just enough so I could tell he loved being touched. I began to gently bounce up and down his pole, gripping a bit tighter and going faster with time. I slipped his cock and balls to the side, and out the leg hole of his loose red shorts, as I began to eagerly jerk off his three year old dick.
After a few minutes of this, I noticed the end credits of the movie were rolling, and I glanced over at Nolen, who was fast asleep. Simon was leaning back now, eyes glazed over, looking up at the ceiling.
"Do you like that little buddy?"
"Yeah" he replied in a soft, sexy whisper.
I rolled over, onto my knees on the carpeted floor, right in front of little Simon's hot body. I tugged his shorts down, down, down to his ankles, and off onto the floor. The boys hadn't bothered with underwear. Before I could process what my body was doing, my mouth was around his cock, sliding up and down the smooth warm pole. I especially loved the loose bit of skin at the tip, which I found I could slide up and down his cockhead with my tongue. He tasted slightly of salt, and a hint of urine, which I found oh so sexy.
He began to whine, whimper, moan, pant, and then suddenly tensed up fully, his hard little cock beginning to spasm in my mouth.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh" he softly called out, whipping his head from one side to the other with his eyes tightly shut, his hands balled up into little fists, squeezing the blankets tight. The orgasm fully took over his entire body, causing a delirious amount of pleasure. He tried to hold his breath, but it escaped in short, hard gasps. It eventually began to subside, and he pushed me off his penis, probably because it was now too sensitive.
Although I had come once already that night, it wasn't going to be nearly enough to satisfy my needs. I let his little pole slip out of my mouth, and I returned to my position on the sofa, after sliding my pants off. I gripped my hard four inch cock, and began to pound up and down, as Simon watched in fascination. I'm not sure what came over him, but perhaps he was inspired by the amazing suck job I'd just given him. He leaned down, down, down, starting at my hard purple cockhead for a moment, before extending his tongue and giving the tip a little poke. I groaned, and he moved forward, sucking the entire head into his mouth. It was the warmest, most erotic and lovely feeling I had ever experienced in my life, and I gently slipped my hands around his cheeks, cradling the back of his small head, as I began to come in his mouth. Luckily for him there wasn't a ton of semen left to squirt, and he didn't seem to mind what was landing on the back of his tongue at all. Just like that, my orgasm was over, and his sucking had become rather painful. I gently pulled him back, and he released my penis with a bit of suction resulting in a kissing noise. I looked him in the eyes, and we both grinned. I pulled him up to my face, and kissed him deeply, probing my tongue deep into his hot little mouth, tasting my come on his tongue.