Scenario:Tickle me like you did before," he begged. "Ple..e..a..s..e!" "O.K.," I said, remembering a game an old man named Pete used to play with me. "Let's play tickle the little mouse." "What's that? I never heard of it. How do you play?" he said, hopping up and down in anticipation of some new game. "Well, first I have to find the little mouse. You stand in front of me and put your arms straight out sideways," I instructed. I reached for the short sleeve covering the top of his right arm. I bent sideways and looked inside. "Is the little mouse in here?" I asked. "No, silly. There's no mouse in there," Robert admonished. "I better check," I said. I reached one hand in until I reached his armpit. I tickled him until he collapsed in a fit of giggles onto the floor. When he recovered, I stood him up again and reached for his left sleeve. "Is there a little mouse in here?" I asked. "No, silly," he laughed. He squirmed in anticipation as I reached into his sleeve and started tickling his armpit. Once again, he ended up on the floor, squirming like an eel out of water. I stood him up again and lifted his right foot. I bent down and pulled off his shoe. Looking into the top of his sock I asked the question. "Is there a little mouse in here?" "No, silly, there's no mouse," he giggled, barely able to get the words out. "I better check," I said. I reached my hand into his sock, pushing it down as I reached for the ticklish part of his arch. I tickled his foot until he was doing a little dance in front of me. I took my hand out and put his foot back down. I repeated the process on his left foot. Robert laughed and giggled as I tickled him mercilessly. Lifting up his right leg again, I looked into his pant leg. "Is there a little mouse in here?" I asked. "No!" was all he could manage before the laughter overtook him. "I better check," I said. I reached as far up his pant leg as I could go and tickled him behind his knee. I had to hold him to keep him from falling over. Again, I repeated the search on his left leg. After I was done, I gave him a minute to stop laughing and catch his breath. I lifted up the front of his shirt, exposing his "outie" belly button. He had a small pot belly with the button right in the center. "Is there a little mouse under here?" I asked. "N...o...o..o..o..o!" he squealed. I ran my fingers all around his tummy and along the top of his pants, tickling as I went. Again, he laughed almost uncontrollably. I lifted his shirt a little farther. "Is there a little mouse up here?" I asked, reaching for his nipples. I tickled his nipples and squeezed them until they were hard little points. "No little mouse here," I stated. I took my hands out from under his shirt and turned him around. I reached up under the back of his shirt and asked if there was a little mouse here. He didn't answer. He couldn't stop laughing long enough. I tickled his back and sides until he fell against me. I squeezed him in a friendly little hug. I turned him back facing me. "Is there a little mouse in here?" I asked, this time reaching around behind him and placing my finger tips along the top edge of his pants. The pants were quite loose, held up only by suspenders. I reached farther in and found the waist band of Robert's underpants. He waited, almost breathless, to see what I would do. I slipped my fingers under the waistband and down along the warm smooth skin of his bottom. I started to tickle him and Robert reacted in fits of laughter. As I tickled, I ran my fingers up and down his crack, occasionally tickling his little puckered opening. When I had tickled him enough, I pulled my hands out. I placed my elbows on my knees and my chin on my knuckles. I sat there looking at him. He waited for the game to continue. "I can't find that little mouse anywhere. I've looked everywhere," I said, trying to look frustrated. Meanwhile, my seven inch dick was straining against the stretchy material of my cutoffs. "No you haven't," Robert yelled. "You didn't look down here." He was pointing to the front of his pants. "Why would a little mouse hide in there?" I asked. "I.... I don't know, but I think he's there," he yelled again. "Well, I don't know," I said. "Do you think it is O.K. to look for the little mouse in there." "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he was jumping up and down, unable to contain his excitement any longer. "O.K.," I said. "Let's see if the little mouse is in here." I turned him around until he was facing away from me. I pulled him close to me. My fingers found the waistband of his pants and slid inside. He squirmed slightly as I found his underpants and pulled the front forward a little. I inserted my fingers just inside the waistband. My palms were flat against his stomach. He felt warm and soft. "Are you sure the little mouse is in here?" I asked. "I'm sure! I'm sure!" he squealed. "O.K., let's see if we can find him," I finished. Slowly, a centimeter at a time, I slid my fingers across his slightly bulging abdomen. My fingers reached his smooth, hairless mound and stopped. "Nothing here so far," I said. All he could do was move his head up and down rapidly. He was not laughing. Robert almost seemed to be holding his breath. I slid my fingers slowly downward. As they approached what I knew lay ahead, I parted the fingers and slid them slowly towards the front of his thighs. "No, no!" he screamed. "You're gonna miss it." The suspense was killing him. I slid farther down and brought my fingers together again along the front of his legs. I slid them upwards until they touched his ball sac. He jumped as I made contact. "Are you sure there's a little mouse here?" I asked. "Maybe it's a squirrel. I just found two little acorns. Maybe he hid them here for winter." "No, no!" he yelled. "Find the little mouse. He's there! He's there!" I covered his little balls with the tips of my index fingers. I pressed gently on them. A shudder ran through Robert's little body as he leaned back against me. Having kept him in suspense long enough, I slid my two index fingers up his ball sac to the base of his boy dick. I was not surprised to feel that it was sticking straight out, tenting his briefs. "Oh!" I cried. "Is this the little mouse?" "Yes! Yes!" he squealed. "You found it." "And, what's the name of this game, Robert?" I asked. "Tickle the little mouse," he giggled. "So, do you want me to tickle the little mouse?" I asked. "Oh, yeah! Yeah!" his voice was almost a whisper. I started to wiggle my fingers around in his underwear, tickling his little penis and the balls that hung underneath. Well, they were actually drawn up very close to his body and really didn't hang at all. Robert squirmed in excitement. As I played with the little mouse, I felt it stiffening even more than when I first touched it. It felt like it was about three inches long in its erect state. When Robert's laughter subsided, replaced by heavy breathing, I pulled my hands out of his pants. "Oh, the little mouse got away and we didn't even get to see it," I said, sounding sad. "We can see it!" Robert said excitedly. "Do you want to see the little mouse?" "Well, if you think it's O.K., sure," I answered. It took Robert all of about three seconds to pull down his suspenders and remove his pants and socks and underwear. When he was done, he stood proudly in front of me. His hips were thrust forward to give me a better view of the little mouse. I almost started laughing. It stuck upwards between the tails of his shirt, barely visible. "I can't see the little mouse," I said. He thought for a minute, then peeled off his shirt. He was now completely naked. He was a gorgeous golden honey brown, except where his bathing suit covered him. This area was almost pure white. His hard little nipples jutted from small brown circles on his flat chest. His belly stuck out slightly, accentuated by the fact that his hips were thrust out. His little cock and balls were a darker brown and stood out in contrast to the white skin. His cock was a good three inches, sticking upwards at a 45 degree angle. His legs were slim and tanned. The sight of this naked Eros standing before me was enough to make my cock drool and stain the front of my cutoffs. "You can tickle it some more if you want," he said, a serious look on his face. I placed my hands flat on his shoulders. I slid the palms of my hands down across his chest and over his nipples. I rubbed my palms across his erect nipples, making them even harder. I slid my hands farther down and turned them so that my fingers were pointing towards his swollen boy cock. Robert giggled as my fingers slid over his mound, approaching the little mouse. As my fingers reached it, they slid up along its length and then off of the end. I took him in the fingers of my right hand and massaged his hardness. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Using his dick as a handle, I pulled him towards me. I placed my left hand on his upper back and slowly slid it downwards. Reaching his smooth, rounded cheeks, I squeezed one, then the other. As I played with his cock, my hand massaged his bottom. My fingers gently parted his cheeks and found his crack. Robert placed his head on my shoulder and one arm around my neck. One finger found his tiny anus and massaged around its opening. My right hand continued to play with the swollen rod that thrust out of his groin. I massaged the small bulbous tip between two fingers. I felt along the ridge and down the scar left by his circumcision. Robert moaned into my ear and started thrusting his hips forward. I formed my fingers into a tight little tunnel. Robert pressed his throbbing head against the opening and pushed forward. My fingers parted just enough to allow him to enter the tight opening. Robert pulled back and thrust forward again. Soon, he was fucking my right hand like a pro. He would pull out until his head was free, then thrust back in until I felt his balls hit my fingers. He was breathing loudly and moaning softly. I continued to play with his anus as he fucked my hand. It was very small and very tight. I placed the tip of my little finger against the opening and pushed inwards. If Robert noticed the pressure, it didn't bother him any as he humped my hand vigorously. The tip of my finger worked at his opening and finally was allowed slight entrance past his sphincter, up to the first joint. I pushed a little farther. Robert's cock jerked in my hand. His hole was so tight, I decided to leave my finger where it was. I was sure it was in far enough to add to what he was feeling in front. Robert's little body was driving his boy dick into my hand as hard and fast as it could go. He moaned in between gasps for air. Suddenly, there was an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" that split the air. I could feel the spasms in Robert's cock and in his ass as his orgasm exploded inside his little body. His pumping became erratic as his legs turned to Jello. All that was holding him up was the finger in his backside. His orgasm slowed after 30 or 40 seconds. He collapsed onto my shoulder and against my arms. His breath came in short little gasps as he tried to regain his ability to breathe normally. His cock remained embedded in my fist, still rock hard. "Is the little mouse happy?" I whispered. Unable to speak, he nodded his head up and down vigorously. "Do you think I can kiss the little mouse before he goes back into hiding?" I asked. Again he nodded his head in assent. I pulled him up so that he was kneeling on my knees and the front of my legs. I leaned forward and pressed my closed lips against his smooth pink head. As I kissed his piss slit, I allowed my lips to part slightly. His cock head slipped in between my lips and I held it there. Robert placed his hands on my head to steady himself as a new wave of feelings overtook his body. I held his swollen knob in between my lips for several minutes. Once Robert was comfortable with this new "game", I allowed my lips to slide almost imperceptibly past his head and down his slender shaft. My lips came to rest at it's base. I held him in my mouth, tasting him and enjoying the warmth of his prepubescent erection. My mouth slid back up his shaft, stopping when his head was still inside. I tongued his head while still gripping him between my lips. He started to sigh and moan. His fingers gripped my hair tightly, causing me a little pain, but not enough to make me stop. I could hear Robert's breathing start to speed up as he got ready for the second orgasm of his young life. I played with his head for some time, then slid down his shaft again. I started to move my mouth up and down. Each time I reached his head, I would pause and allow my tongue to tickle it. Robert would gasp at each new assault on his sensitive organ. Faster and faster, I stroked him with my mouth. Faster and faster, the ragged breaths escaped from his lips. My fingers found his tender balls, sucked up tightly in their little sac. I massaged them gently, not wanting to cause him any pain. Robert reacted by meeting my downward motion with a thrust of his own. He was now fucking my mouth in a slow but steady rhythm. Whether by instinct or by some prior knowledge, every boy knew what it took to satisfy his sexual needs. And Robert proved to be no different. His thrusts got stronger and stronger as he approached his climax. I felt his fingers tighten in my hair. Their was one last lunge as he forced himself deep into my mouth. His back was arched as he tried to increase the contact. I sucked and stroked him with my willing mouth. I heard a low, animal-like moan. Robert's body started to quiver and shake. I felt the spasms in his dick as he shot his first dry load into my mouth. I sucked, eliciting moans and sighs from his sweet boy lips. When the last spasm had faded, Robert leaned forward onto my shoulder. I still held him in my mouth, but this time, he was softening. I managed to pull free. I kept my face close to his young cock. I studied it, burning every blood vessel, every curve, every little bump into my memory. This image would have to stay with me, as I would probably never see Robert again. Finally, I pulled myself upright and cuddled Robert in my lap. He was quiet. A serene smile played across his small lips, making his face look pure and angelic. He was at peace, deep in his thoughts. "Is the little mouse happy?" I asked. "Yeah," he answered, hoarsely. "Is the little mouse ready to go back into hiding?" I asked. "No, can I sit like this for a while," he asked. I answered him by hugging his naked body to my chest. I started to gently stroke his hair.