"Come on in", Mindy said, answering my knock on the door.

During the past few months, I had been taking little Justin a lot of places with me; sort of like an uncle or older brother. (Of course, he has been the focus of many jack off sessions too - both replaying what had been done, and coming up with new ideas.) And now that I had my driver's license, I had more freedom to take him with me. After-all, it's a bit difficult to take a toddler with me on my bicycle.

"Hi. My grandparents are out of town for a few days, and I have to go over and check on the house. I was thinking about just hanging out there for awhile, maybe even go swimming in the pond. I was wondering if Justin could go with me," I explained, trying to be nonchalant about it, while my heart was beating a thousand beats a minute in my chest. I had been planning this ever since my grandparents had told me they would be going out of town.

Whenever they went out of town, it was my job to go by regularly to check on the house and bring in the mail. It was my second home - I have my own key, and my own room there. And, as with most grandparents, I could do no wrong in their eyes. They knew I'd be hanging out there some, maybe even bringing a friend or two with me. They had no problems with it - at least, they never said anything to me about it.

"How long are you going to be?" she inquired.

"I don't know. A few hours, maybe. Unless you want him back sooner," I replied.

"Nah," a male voice answered from behind me. It was Steve, Justin's dad. "Actually, we were just talking about going out this evening. You up to babysitting tonight?" he asked me.

"I guess so," I responded, trying to sound like it was no big deal. "What about David?"

"My sister has him," Mindy said.

Steve said, "She'll be willing to keep him overnight. And if you're willing to keep Justin all night," he added, wrapping his arms around his wife, with a sly look on his face. I may be only a teenager, but I could interpret what he had in mind - if he only knew what my own plans were. "Of course, we'll pay you for overnight," he concluded. Not that I needed the money, but they always insisted on paying me for babysitting.

"That's fine," I answered. I didn't want to appear too eager, now did I? "Do you want me to bring him back to my house for the night?"

"Whichever you prefer," was the response I got.

My insides were dancing and screaming "Alllriiiight!" With a tingle in my nuts, I left them to get him ready for his overnight trip while I went back to my house to do a couple things.

I had picked up a few things for Justin during some of my ventures. After writing a note to my parents, letting them know where I was going to be, I went to my room and put a few things into my duffel bag. Completing my last task, I just needed to pick up Justin and we could be going.

Mindy was carrying a bag as they met me coming across the yard. "I think I have everything in here that you'll need," she said as she handed the bag to me. And there was my little playmate. A few steps behind her, Justin's dark blue shorts and light blue t-shirt were a sharp contrast to his pale white skin and curly red hair. I could tell from the way his shorts looked that he had those hated plastic pants on. "Behave yourself, Justin," Mindy said as we started walking toward the car.

"He will," I assured her. Loading into the car, we were soon on the road. Being too old to remember the experience myself, I could only imagine how hot and uncomfortable those plastic training pants were - especially on a summer day. "I'll have to fix that as soon as we get to the house," I thought to myself.

Most toddlers are regular chatterboxes. Not Justin. While not particularly shy, he is rather quiet. Although he doesn't have much of a vocabulary because of his young age, he talks reservedly rather than incessantly. I've tried to get him to talk more, without much luck. But I also have to admit that has its advantages too. I was left to my thoughts as I drove.

We make a quick shopping stop on the way, to pick up a few needed things.

"Want to go play in the water?" I ask as I place our bags on the bed. A simple nod of his head was all I got for an answer. "Well, let's get ready then," I said as I picked up the tyke and set him on the edge of the bed.

Taking off his sneakers and socks, I gently guide him to lay back. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his little shorts, I raise his hips then slide his shorts down his legs and pull them off. Laying them on the bed next to him, I then pull both plastic and cloth training pants down together as one to take them off. Justin is so adorable, laying there on the bed, wearing nothing but his light blue t-shirt - the hem of it coming to rest just below his waist. I want him so badly as my teenage dick grows inside my pants, that familiar horny tingle stirring in my loins as I look at the smooth area of his groin.

I put his shorts back on him, leaving them down to just above his knees, before setting him up. "Raise your arms," I instruct. Justin reaches toward the ceiling, allowing me to take his t-shirt off. Taking him under his arms again, I stand him on the floor and pull his shorts up - my thumbs grazing the small globes of his smooth butt as I do. He stands there watching as I strip naked, my half hard cock standing out in front of me.

After putting on a pair of gym shorts, the front of them tented slightly, I take my little toddler to the pond to play in the water for awhile. I had considered skinny dipping with him. As tempting as the idea was, I decided against it - there is always a chance that someone could wander onto the property, and that would've been a little awkward to explain.

We were in the pond for only a short time when I told him it was time to go inside. We make our way back to the house, both of us wearing nothing but a pair of wet shorts that clings to the features of our bodies - his shorts glued to him to show the tiny little bump his pecker made in the front. No imagination was needed to see the small curves and crack of his little ass. I could feel the back of my shorts stuck to my own ass as I walk with him, the front beginning to tent again as I thought about what was soon to be happening.

We stand on the back porch as I peel his wet shorts off his hips and down his legs. After toweling him from head to toe, I peel my own wet shorts off and towel myself. Leaving the wet stuff lay there, I scoop Justin up to carry him - my sixteen year old dick pointing the way, as I take him to my room.

I stand the him on the cedar chest at the foot of my bed. It sits a little lower than my bed, putting him at the right height for me to plant soft little kisses on his face as I cup his little butt in my hand. The three year old must realize what is going on, because he starts whining and trying to pull away from me as my lips move from one spot to another. Pulling his naked little body against mine, the tot is forced to stand there as I have my way with him.

His whines are muffled slightly as, with one hand holding his chin to keep his head in place, my lips cover his. The sweet taste of his soft toddler lips is indescribable as I pull him tighter to me - trapping my six inch erection between our naked bodies. Repositioning my forearm against his back to hold him against me, my elbow is in the small of his back, my hand now holding the back of his head so I can continue kissing him, while my other hand caresses his small butt cheeks. My dick is rock hard as I continue my ministrations, one finger occasionally slipping into and running along his little crack.

Breaking the kiss, I tell him, "We're going to do this." As precum oozes from my painful erection, I scoop Justin up once again. Carrying him the few steps, I lay the naked toddler on his back on the bed.

Taking his tiny pecker between my thumb and finger, I start playing with it - moving my fingers to caress the tip and small shaft of his soft appendage. Like any toddler boy, he responds quickly. His little dick stiffens in my fingers as I stroke its short length.

Bending down, I take his little tool into my mouth. Kissing against his hairless groin, I suck as though I was sucking on a straw. I feel him grown even harder in my mouth as I slide my wet lips up and down his short inch and a half length. Up, down, up, down - pausing every few seconds to tickle the little head with my tongue. Justin must be enjoying this part, because I don't hear him whining anymore.

He lays there quietly as I give his little dick some attention. Pulling my mouth from him, I stroke his short, spit covered shaft between my thumb and finger.

"You like that, don't you? I know, it feels really good," I softly say to him. There is so much I plan to do with him, but right now I need some serious relief - and fast. There'll be plenty of time for playing with him. Right now I need to fuck him.

I take a cylindrical decorator pillow from the top of the cedar chest and toss it on the bed. Picking him up and turning him, I place him belly down over it. It takes only a little repositioning for me to get it the way I want it. Now my naked little three year old is laying across the pillow so that his bare little ass is elevated slightly.

Getting on the bed myself, I straddle his short, slim legs with my knees, excitement bubbling inside me. Justin starts whining again as one hand rubs his bare little butt while the other fishes around inside my duffel bag. "Stop it," I tell him. "We'll do some more of what you like later. But we have to do this first."

Finding the small plastic jar, my hand comes out of the bag. I pop the lid off with one hand, then set the jar on the bed next to him as I spread the whining tots butt cheeks to reveal his small pink hole. He is trying to pull away as I hold his little butt open, but a slight tightening of my knees against his legs holds him in place as I grease his rear opening. "Hold still," I admonish as I prepare his butt.

Positioning myself so that my weight is on one forearm, instead of on his little body, I lower my hips toward his butt - guiding my rod into his crack as I close the distance between us. With the tip of my stick now against his hole, my weight is on both forearms - my hands cupped against his shoulders to prevent him moving forward.

"That's my little boy," I softly say. "Just lay there and let me take you."

Justin's whines grow louder as I press my hips forward - increasing the pressure of my tool against his greased hole. He tries pulling himself forward in an attempt to escape, but he can't go anywhere as I press my hips toward him a little harder. The more the pressure increases against his poop chute, the louder his whining gets. I feel the ring giving to the pressure. His whines becoming even louder as the soft, fleshy tip of my dick goes into him.

My excitement makes my voice sound strange as I say, "Hold still," while I keep the pressure constant against his opening.

Suddenly the room is filled with his screams as the head of my cock invades his little body. The three year old tries to pull away, but my firm hold prevents him from moving as I slide deeper into his tiny ass. His hot, tight hole squeezes my teenage cock as I slide in - the warm, moist heat of the toddler's butt feels heavenly to my throbbing pole as I push all six inches into him.

With me on top, it's easy to hold the screaming, naked toddler in place as I start fucking him with long, slow strokes - pulling most of my dick out until only the head remains inside him, then slowly pushing all the way back in. Pull out, push in - over and over again. Every few strokes, I push my pelvis tightly against his butt - flattening his butt cheeks slightly and pinning his little pelvis against the pillow as I try to get even deeper into the tyke's butt.

"Shhhhhhh," I whisper. "Shhhhhhhhh. That's my boy." Push my hips forward; pull them back. In. Out. My fuckstick moves in and out of his butt. His screams don't deter me as I continue pumping in and out of him - his steamy hot tunnel has a snug grasp on my tool as I buttfuck the red-headed toddler.

I hold him down and pump in and out of his tight little ass. I feel the telltale sign of nearing orgasm in my balls. I want this feeling to last forever. Yet, I also really want to bust a nut. "Almost done," I say as my strokes get shorter and faster. My breathing quickens, as the pressure in my balls increases.

"Almost done," I croak as I continue fucking Justin. "Al - most ....done." In and out I pump, my strokes short and quick as I pant, "Al-most.....there." In, out. In, out. "It's.........coming!" In, out.

The explosion hits. My toes curl and my head spins as I push as deep as I can into his little butt. Squirt, squirt, squirt. I see stars as I unload jet after jet of my teenage cum into the screaming toddler's ass. I hold my cock deep inside Justin's butt as the final pulses of orgasm shoot the last of my cream into his toddler tunnel. My vision returns to normal as I pump a few slow, long strokes to get every drop of my milk into him. Halfway collapsing, I keep my dick inside him for a couple more minutes, just savoring the feeling as he lays there still screaming.

Slowly, I pull out of the tot. Once free, I roll off of Justin to lay on my side next to him, my greasy cock pointing toward him still laying across the pillow. I put one hand on his butt - partly to just feel it; partly to keep him in that position for a few minutes, to prevent my cream from draining out of him.

Gradually, my breathing returns to normal and his cries soften.

I need to clean us up - but that can wait a few minutes. Although it didn't take very long, it was still absolutely amazing. That's okay. It's definitely going to take longer the next time.

Fresh from the bath that we shared, I am dressed in cut-offs and a t-shirt. Justin is dressed in some things I had picked up at the store earlier - a white Thunder Cats cartoon t-shirt, with red trim around the collar and sleeves, and matching underwear. The white cartoon briefs, with red waistband and trim around the legs, fit him nicely - showing the shape of his little butt much better than those thick training pants he usually wears.

He is sitting on my lap. My fingertip has been caressing the little bump in the front of his underwear as he watches his favorite cartoon on TV. I can feel it responding underneath my finger as I lightly rub over it through the cloth, until I finally raise the front of his t-shirt enough to slip my hand into the waistband of his undershorts. Alternately caressing the tip and entire head, the toddler's little tool stiffens as I play with it inside his pants. I play with him for a little bit that way, before pulling my hand out of his underwear and standing up with him in my arms.

I carry him over and lay him on his back on the couch. Pushing the bottom of his shirt up to expose his cute little belly, I hook my fingers into the front of the red waistband. Pulling the front of the toddler's underwear down, his little erect pecker springs free from its confines - pointing upward from his smooth, hairless groin.

He lays there quietly as I stroke and play with his little inch and a half dick; caressing the smooth skin of the shaft and head as I jack the toddler off before taking him into my mouth and sucking him. A few minutes later, I raise his hips and pull his cartoon underwear down to his thighs and go back to work on his tiny tool.

Pushing his legs apart, I slide my finger between then to play with the area just under his tiny pea sized nut sack. The tip of my finger slides into the edge of his butt crack occasionally as I caress the sensitive area while alternately jacking him off and sucking him. Justin is really enjoying this. I detect just the slightest movement of his hips, as though the three year old was trying to pump.

My own dick is rock solid inside my shorts as I jack the tot off . His cuteness is beyond words as he lays there with his underwear down to his thighs, my fingers stroking up and down the short length of his boyhood.

The sound of tires crunching gravel announces a car coming up the driveway. With a sigh, I stop what I'm doing. After pulling Justin's underwear up and fixing his t-shirt, I walk toward the door - repositioning my own erection as I do.

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