A neighborhood kid's birthday party had wound down for the night. Many little boys and and girls had been invited to the toddler's home for games and food. Now the once noisy house had settled down as all the children had gone to sleep. All except for Gnar who lie tucked into the baby's crib, crossing his arms with a grumpy expression on his face. It wasn't fair. All the other kids were sleeping in the host's room either on the floor or squeezed on the boy's bed. But there was no room for the little Yordle, and so the boy's mother had put Gnar in the crib next to the boy's baby brother. Unable to word his protests, the mother thought the adorable Yordle was merely cranky and needing rest.

Trapped within the wooden prison, Gnar could only think about his mate who was fast asleep in the other room with the other children. Once he heard him and his boyfriend were going to a birthday party, Gnar hadn't even touched himself beneath his loincloth for the entire month. He was determined to hold it in for the best night of sex with his favorite little boy, surrounded by many oblivious sleeping children. With his plans ruined, Gnar was very upset and hornier than ever before. The furry cub let out a sigh and turned his head on his pillow, facing the baby boy next to him that had just quietly stirred from his sleep. Perhaps the night didn't have to be a complete waste.

Gnar slipped up from beneath the blanket, walking on the mattress towards the bald headed boy. The orange yordle figured he must be thirsy, which just might work out in his favor. Gnar unfastened the bindings of his loincloth, which dropped to the bed between his feet. The baby immedately took notice to the bright red cock that stood firmly from its sheath. Gnar didn't even need to coax the little human, who crawled over and clutched the fleshy red bottle. Latching onto the tip, the baby began to suckle on the end with great enthusiasm. Gnar was immediately stunned by the sensation. The baby's rubbery gums, lips and tongue all massaged the yordle's cock in a way he could never have imagined. Gnar struggled to stay on his feet as his legs trembled beneath his own weight, but he was determined to savor the boy's suckling and resisted the urge to collapse. Gnar huffed and puffed, his chest collapsing and expanding with every breath. He was a little ashamed to admit this felt far better than his little boyfriend's ass. The baby continued his relentless suckling of the bitter, dirty yordle dick. Gnar ntoiced a couple dribbles of fluid escape the boy's mouth, unsure if they were drool or precum.

Gnar couldn't take it anymore. Almost an entire month of no sex or masturbation and the young yordle was wrapping it up with the most amazing feeling ever. He popped his cock from the baby's eager mouth and grabbed it with one furry hand. He began to stroke it furiously, desperate to know the feeling of a good cum once more. As he stroked his member, the baby stared at the tip with innocent curiosity. Finally Gnar hit his peak and one after another, gooey white ropes of his semen spurted from the tip. The sticky batter clung to the baby's face, too thick and sticky to run down it very far. The infant didn't even flinch from his facial defilement, unfazed by the gooey glaze covering his face. Only a single white bead of cum hung from the tip of Gnar's softening cock, until that too dripped onto the blanket.

Though things hadn't gone as Gnar originally planned, the yordle was delighted by how things turned out. He began to scoop his own mess with a finger, feeding it into the infant's mouth. The boy smacked and slurped the creamy goop down like pureed baby food. Gnar tried some himself, unsure of the strong and bitter taste. Once no evidence remained, the young yordle put his loincloth back on, curling into bed next to the baby boy. Putting and arm around the little bald human, the pair dozed off and Gnar knew he needed to experience this again some day.