Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2006 00:21:37 EST
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Vikram's Problem

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THIS SEQUEL IS DEDICATED TO JAMIE WHO SUGGESTED WHICH DIRECTION IT SHOULD
TAKE.

VIKRAM'S PROBLEM

You'll remember Sheila, my secretary and ten year old Vikram's widowed
mother? (If not, see `Looking After Vikram'.  I strongly recommend you read
that story first as it will give you the background for this one).

We were working one Wednesday afternoon when Sheila's mobile phone rang.
This was most unusual and had only happened once before when Vikram was
taken ill at school and we had to take him home.  Sheila answered the phone
and I could see by the expression on her face that she was upset.  She
finished the call and uttered one word `Shit!'

This was MOST unusual for Sheila.  I don't think I'd ever heard her use any
word stronger than `bloody', and then only when severely provoked.  `What's
up?' I asked her.

`That was the babysitter.  She said `she says that she won't be babysitting
for me any more because she's found someone else who'll pay a lot more than
I can afford.'

I sympathised with her and said that good babysitters were hard to find.
`That's not the point' said Sheila `I'd made arrangements to go out tonight
and now I'm going to have to cancel.  I'll never find another sitter at
such short notice.'

`Yes you will' I said `I'd be delighted to look after Vikram for you and he
can stay the night here so you won't have to worry about what time you get
home.

`Oh no' said Sheila `I couldn't impose on you again, not after you were so
kind while I was in hospital.'

`Nonsense' I said `I loved looking after Vikram and I'd love to do it
again'.

`No, really, I couldn't ask you to, besides...'

For one ghastly moment I thought that Vikram may have spilled the beans
about what we got up to the last time he stayed with me.

`Besides what?' I asked tentatively.

`Oh, well, I have a bit of a problem with Vikram at the moment.'

`A problem?' I asked `something I can help with?' I suggested.

`No, I don't think so.  It's just that... well... he's started peeing in
his pants and occasionally wetting the bed' Sheila confessed.  `I think
it's because I've been seeing a man. I've tried not to treat Vikram any
differently, but I can't help feeling that Vikram feels neglected,
especially as he was so close to his dad and now he seems to think that I'm
being a traitor to Jaginder's memory.'

`Ah, I said, I see the problem but why should that stop Vikram staying the
night with me?  We get on well together and we chatted about lots of things
when he stayed before, maybe I can get to the bottom of things for you.'

`Are you sure you don't mind?'  Asked Sheila.

`Not at all, he can stay when he gets in from school and then you can go
home and get ready in peace.'

`I'll drop off some clean clothes on my way to the restaurant, just in case
he has an `accident' this evening.

`Don't bother' I said `I'm sure we can manage and I don't want you spoiling
your evening by having to dash here there and everywhere.  Just bring clean
clothes with you in the morning and then he can go straight to school from
here.  In fact, I'll take him in the car.'

`Well, if you're sure its OK...' Sheila said.

I nodded and we got on with our work until Vikram arrived at around three
o'clock.  As was his custom he charged in through the front door shouting
`Hi Mum, Hi Uncle Stan!' while removing his sandals and socks and leaving
them by the front door.  His light ten-year-old frame made a sound like a
herd of elephants as he charged up the stairs to our office in the attic.

He kissed his mum and gave me a `high five' and sat at the spare desk with
my dogs milling around him waiting for their usual fuss.

`Hello, darling' said Sheila. `I've had a phone call from Stacy and she
won't be babysitting tonight, she's found somebody who can pay her more
than me.'

`Oh, great' said Vikram `so you won't be going out tonight'.

`Oh yes I will' countered Sheila `Uncle Stan says you can sleep here
tonight.'

Vikram's little face dropped when His mum said she would still be going out
but he perked up again when Sheila said he would be staying with me. `Oh,
great' he said `we had a smashing time together when you were in hospital'.

I told Sheila that she may as well pack up early today and get ready for
tonight.

She kissed Vikram, thanked me again and left for her night out.

`Hey' said Vikram `I've just realised I haven't got any pyjamas with me.'

`Well, don't worry' I said `you can sleep in your underpants, or if you
find that too restricting I'm sure you won't mind sleeping naked for once.'

`Sleep naked?' he shouted `Wow, I've never done that before, but Joey's big
brother does it.'

We went downstairs to the kitchen and I made a sandwich for Vikram and he
helped himself to a glass of milk.  I noticed that he took a pint glass and
filled it, whereas he usually only had a half pint.  Could this be leading
up to what Sheila had warned me about?

After we had eaten I took Vikram with me to the supermarket as there was
next to nothing in the house to eat and he asked me when we arrived if he
could have a coke to drink as we were walking around, which I got for him.
He was his usual chatty self as we filled the shopping trolley, chatting
about school and his friend Joey and sleeping at my house.  At the checkout
I noticed that he kept holding his cock like boys do when they want a pee.

`Are you OK Vikram' I asked `do you need to go anywhere?'

`No, I'm OK he replied'

We went out to the car and as I loaded the groceries in to the car I could
see that he was squirming a little.  We got into the car and I drove home,
keeping an eye on him as I didn't want him peeing over the Jaguar's leather
car seats and I knew from previous experience that he liked leather and it
made him horny.  He looked at me and, as if he could read my mind, he said
`I've got a stiffy again, uncle Stan.'

We made it home OK but as I was unloading the car it was clear that he was
in some distress.  He was holding himself again and hopping from one foot
to the other.  `Are you sure you're OK Vikram?' I asked him again.

`I'm fine, Uncle Stan, I just have an itchy willie'.

We went into the kitchen and Vikram continued his little dance but then the
need to pee seemed to lessen and he was behaving normally for a couple of
minutes, but I had just finished putting the shopping away when I saw him
with his knees pressed hard together and I heard him sucking air in between
his teeth, obviously holding it in for all he was worth.  I made no secret
of the fact that I was watching him and my cock was getting harder and
harder inside my pants, watching this gorgeous, golden little boy fighting
for all he was worth from stopping peeing.  Why was I getting so hard?  I
wasn't into watersports!

He knew I was watching him and was trying his hardest to act normally but a
few seconds later I saw that a small parch of darker material had appeared
at the front of his tight little red shorts and it was slowly getting
larger.  He was still fighting to contain himself but was losing the battle
and eventually he gave up completely, looked me straight in the eye and
smiled as the floodgates opened and what had been a damp patch now became a
large, wet area and the golden liquid started running down his left leg,
then his right and into his socks, through his sandals and started pooling
on the kitchen floor.  Vikram shuddered with relief as he continued looking
at me saying `Sorry, Uncle Stan, I didn't mean to do it, I didn't realise I
needed to go so badly.'

`It's OK Vikram' I said accidents do happen, but I don't really think this
was one of them, you've been drinking a lot since you arrived here and I
could tell you needed to pee when we were out shopping.  Is this something
to do with your mum's new boyfriend?'

`No' he said, standing there looking repentant.

`Oh, I think it is' I told him `I think you're worried that as mummy now
has someone else to care for that she won't love you as much.  Don't you
like the new man in her life?'

He came to me and hugged me saying `Oh, he's alright but I miss my daddy.
I don't really remember him very well but I still miss him'

`And you're frightened that mum will forget about him with this new guy in
her life and as a result she'll love you less' I said as I started to
remove his pee-soaked clothes.  Even the bottom of his tee shirt was soaked
where it had been tucked in his shorts.

`I just want mum to love me as much as she always has'

`And I'm sure she will' I said `Have you honestly noticed any difference in
the way she treats you?' I asked as I removed his sodden shorts.

`No' he replied grudgingly.

`Your mum has worked very hard to keep the pair of you since your dad died'
I said, removing his sandals and struggling with his wet socks `and now she
deserves a bit of romance in her life'

Vikram was now down to his underpants and said `I'd like it if you could be
my new dad, Uncle Stan.'

I struggled to remove Vikram's tight little pee-soaked underpants and
really had to manoeuvre them over his golden little bum and down his
slender little legs.  As I pulled them over his hard little cock it sprang
outwards and he looked down at it proudly.  He looked me straight in the
eye and gave me that irresistible little grin.  My hands were covered in
his pee by the time I had finished which I found strangely erotic.  I said
`Vikram, you know that wouldn't work, you know that I like boys and not
girls, I just couldn't marry your mum'.

Vikram now stood naked in front of me and both our cocks were as hard as a
rock.  He came and sat himself in my lap and said `I'm sorry Uncle Stan,
I've made such a mess of things and I've made a mess on your floor as well.

`Don't worry, Vikram.  You shoot up and run a bath while I rinse out your
clothes and I'll come up and scrub your back when I've finished.  I gave
his gorgeous little bum a playful slap and as he left the room he giggled
happily.

`Will you get naked with me like last time?' he asked

`We'll see' I said while I thought `try and stop me'.

I decided to wash Vikram's clothes by hand in the kitchen sink and as I did
so I stayed hard thinking about what had happened.  Before I put his
underpants in the water I lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply.
Perhaps I was developing a liking for boy pee which, combined with his
`little boy smell' made a heady cocktail which I found extremely erotic.
Then I mopped up the floor, leaving no trace of Vikram's little problem.

As I approached the bathroom I could hear Vikram hooting with laughter so I
tiptoed up to the door and peeked round to see him lying on his back in the
bath shooting jets of pee high into the air and laughing with delight as
they landed on various parts of his body, his chest, his face or straight
back down on his hard little cock.  He had obviously kept some pee back to
do this so I assumed it was a regular thing for him.  As I entered the room
he stood up and said `Can you wash my back and bum please Uncle Stan?'

He waited until I had thoroughly soaked him then he leaned back against me,
making my clothes wet.  `There' he said `now you'll have to get undressed.'

`You crafty little bugger' I said and proceeded to strip.

`I'll bet you've got a stiffy' he said and he was absolutely right.

As I finished washing his back he started playing with himself, then when I
had rinsed him off he leaned back against me again, took my hand and put it
on his little cock.  `Can you make me cum please Uncle Stan' he said and he
snuggled his bum against my own hard cock.

How could I turn down a request like that?  He reached a dry but very
intense and very loud orgasm, then turned round to me and raised his hands
to be lifted out of the bath.  As I dried him he took my cock in his hand
and examined it minutely before starting to rub slowly up and down.  I was
very close to cumming and told him so.  He sped up the massage and I shot
several ropes of cum into his bath water and the last little bit dribbled
over his hand.  He raised his hand to his mouth and licked the cum off,
saying `this is what we do to Joey's brother's cum.  Gosh Uncle Stan, yours
is much saltier than his.'

I dressed Vikram in one of my tee shirts, which came down to his knees and
slipped into one of my nightshirts so we were both similarly attired.

We sat and watched TV for the rest of the evening, Vikram sitting in my lap
and my hand resting on his cock, keeping it nice and hard for him (and me)
and enjoying the feel of his little bum through the thin material of my
nightshirt. When bedtime came I said to him `I suppose you want to sleep in
my bed like last time?'

`You bet' he said and scurried up the stairs before me.

When I got into the bedroom Vikram was in bed with the clothes up to his
chin.  I got in beside him and it wasn't until he cuddled up to me that I
realised he was naked.  I quickly removed my nightshirt and we lay
together, skin to skin.

`Vikram' I said gently `I want you to promise me that you will stop peeing
in your pants and wetting the bed.  I know you're doing it to get your
mum's attention, but there's no need.  She loves you more than anything in
the whole world and she always will.'

There was a slight pause and Vikram relied `OK Uncle Stan, I promise'

`That's great' I said, thinking that Vikram had finished speaking, but...

`Well' he added `I might just do it now and again.  I feel all sexy when
I'm fighting to stop it and I like it when it runs down my legs.  It gives
me a stiffie.  Joey's brother says I've got a fetish.  What's a fetish
uncle Stan?'

Kids!  They do ask some bloody awkward questions!!!


The Colonel

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