Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2023 01:29:19 +0200 (CEST)
From: enbyfictionwriter@tutanota.com
Subject: Growing Up Non-binary - Chapter Three

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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.