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4-year-old Niall needed to PEE.
He looked around wildly. The playground was busy, but not too busy. Kids fought over who got to use the swing set. Mommies, include Niall’s, sat on benches and talked, rocking strollers.
But the other side of the playground was deserted.
Niall looked at Mommy, who was talking to another mommy and not paying attention to him, then glanced at the park’s restroom. It was right past the basketball courts, butting up against the green field that ringed the playground, dotted with big pine trees.
Niall could get to it easily. But he was scared to go to the restroom. He’d been most of the way through potty training when he’d walked into Mommy’s room while she was watching a movie—right in time for an alien to pop out of the toilet on screen and attack someone.
He was CONVINCED that if he went potty, the aliens were gonna get him. But Mommy had stopped putting diapers on him, and she’d be so disappointed if he peed his pants again.
A plan started to form in his mind. The other half of the playground was deserted…
It was a small structure, two stories with a small slide and a climbing wall. Niall was so short that he didn’t even have to bend down. He smiled to himself—between the slide and the wall, he couldn’t see Mommy. And if he couldn’t see Mommy, then Mommy couldn’t see him!
Niall pulled down his elastic pants, revealing his pale asscheeks. They pooled around his ankles. His Snoopy undies went next. His wee-wee sprung out, so full of pee. Now that he was so close to peeing, it was becoming harder to hold it.
“What do we think we’re doing, little man?” Came a voice from behind him.
Niall spun around with a squeak, his tiny hand still wrapped around his tinier wee-wee. Kneeling at the entrance to the crawl space was a man. He looked like one of the dads Niall sometimes saw at the park—dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt, his skin a little wrinkled and his brown hair cut short and graying at the temples.
“I’m peeing!” Niall said, although he wasn’t sure if he should admit that to the man. He didn’t wanna get in trouble.
“Why aren’t you going in the bathroom?” The man sounded curious, not angry. His eyes seemed locked on Niall’s wee-wee.
Niall told the man—about the movie, about the aliens, about Mommy taking away his diapers.
The man frowned. “That’s not very nice of her. But it’s also not nice to go potty on the playground.”
“I don’t know where else to go!” Niall whined. He REALLY needed to pee now, and the man talking to him about pottying wasn’t helping.
The man crawled under the playground with Niall. He was much larger and had to shuffle on his knees while ducking his head. When he was right next to Niall, he said, “You can go in my mouth. That way there’s no mess.”
The man appraised Niall as the boy thought it over. His hair was mostly brown, the last remnants of blond in the front that would eventually darken. His eyes were green, and his skin was pale as milk. His cheeks were chubby, his face heart-shaped and his body dense and baby-ish, as if he was stuck halfway between stick-thin child and toddler.
The nice man opened his mouth wide. It was better than the aliens attacking him. And he needed to pee SO BAD. The man swallowed greedily as Niall started to pee. His stream was strong and yellow and tasted sharp against the man’s tongue. He loved pee, but pee from a 4-year-old? Divine. It was hot as it streaked down his chin and splashed his face.
Niall was so focused on the pressure easing from his tiny boy balls that he didn’t notice the man unzipping his shorts and pulling out his hard cock. It was short and stumpy but made up for it with a wide shaft and bulbous head, pre-cum pouring from his piss slit.
Peeing had never felt so good before! Niall closed his eyes, missing the man wrapping his hand around the thick shaft, starting to stroke. Some of the boy’s piss splashed onto his shirt as he worked his hand faster, but he didn’t care.
He’d been watching kids at the playground for days—watching Niall specifically. He thought he’d have to try harder to get the boy alone, and then his opportunity had come on a silver platter.
Niall’s eyes opened in surprise as he felt something wet and warm start to suckle on his wee-wee. The man had his lips wrapped around Niall's tiny wee-wee and was suckling on it like a baby bottle!
Niall was so confused—and a little grossed out. Wasn’t his wee-wee dirty? Then, it startled to tingle. Niall let out a weird, low sound from his throat. He didn’t mean to—it just felt so good, better than peeing!
Then, the man started to bob his head, taking more of Niall’s tiny wee-wee into his mouth. Niall gasped as the man hummed, swirling his tongue around the boy’s wee-wee. It was so warm and soft. And his wee-wee was super duper sensitive, especially cause he was still peeing, even if he was almost done.
The man couldn't believe his luck. He was sucking off a 4-year-old boy right in the middle of a busy playground, and no one had any idea. His cock throbbed in his fist as he panted on the boy’s wee-wee. Anyone could walk around the corner and catch him in the act at any moment. The thrill of it made the man's balls tighten.
He thought it couldn’t get better—then Niall gripped the man's short hair, his little fingers digging into the gray at his temples. Then, on pure instinct, Niall started to pump his hips, fucking his wee-wee in and out of the man's mouth.
The man shuddered. Niall thought that meant he was doing good. The boy was so small that it wasn’t like he could gag the man. But the fact that Niall was facefucking him drove the man wild.
The man hollowed his cheeks, and Niall pumped his hips faster in response. It felt so good, better than LEGOS, or Candyland. Better than cake, even! His toes curled in his sneakers. The tingling in his pee-pee grew stronger and stronger until Niall could barely take it.
"Mister, I need to pee again!" Niall gasped out between pants. He didn't know what was happening but it felt amazing, like the bestest feeling in the whole wide world.
The man didn’t respond, just sucked harder. He could tell Niall was close to his first dry orgasm. His own cock throbbed almost painfully in his stroking fist as he imagined what he could do to the 4-year-old if he had the time, and an emptier playground. Next time, he promised himself.
"Ah! Ah! I'm gonna pee!!" Niall nearly shouted as that bestest feeling made his entire tiny body shake and spasm.
Finally, the boy went limp, panting heavily. The man released Niall's softening wee-wee with a wet pop. He licked up the remnants of pee from the tiny shaft and smooth balls, moaning at the sharp taste mixed with the natural musk of little boy.
As Niall came down from his first ever orgasm, he noticed that the nice man had his own wee-wee out! It was so much bigger than Niall's, and it looked angry, all red and throbbing. Clear stuff leaked from the tip. "Mister, are you gonna pee too?" Niall asked innocently.
The man grunted, fist still on his cock. "Y-Yeah, I need to pee real bad.”
Before he could ask the boy for help, Niall was on his hands and knees. He opened his little mouth wide, just like the man. Grabbing a fistful of Niall’s soft hand, the man buried himself in the boy’s mouth with a strangled groan.
Niall gagged as the fat cock hit the back of his throat but he did his best to keep his mouth open wide. He wanted to help the nice man pee. Suddenly, the man let out a cry. Something hot and gooey coated his tongue. It was thicker and slimier than pee. The man's wee-wee pulsed as he emptied his balls down the little boy's throat.
Niall knew the man wanted him to swallow the strange stuff, just like he’d swallowed Niall’s pee. It was salty and bitter but not too yucky. He licked and sucked, gulped and swallowed, making sure to suckle every last drop. Sighing, the man slowly withdrew his softening cock from the boy’s mouth with a pop.
Tucking his soft cock back into his cargo shorts, the man pulled a wad of tissues from his pocket and gently wiped the spit and cum from Niall's face. Pulling up the boy’s Snoopy undies and elastic pants, the man ruffled his hair.
Then, he crawled out from under the playground. Niall followed a moment later. When he emerged, the man was gone, having disappeared into the crowd of parents and children.
Niall scampered across the playground to where Mommy sat on a bench. "Mommy, Mommy, I went pee-pee!" he announced excitedly.
For a second, Mommy looked disappointed, and Niall felt a pit in his stomach. "Niall, what have I told you about going potty in your-" She paused, finally scanning his pants. They were dry, not a spot of pee to be seen.
A bright smile spread across her face. "You made it to the restroom all by yourself? That’s my boy, all grown-up.”