Tim & Nicky Series:
Be Careful What You Ask For
By Pink Panther
This is the second of four parts of a new story
about Tim and his son Nicky. Please note that the same disclaimers apply here
as to the first part. As always, feedback will be very welcome. Please send
your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Now
read on and enjoy!
Part Two: The Birthday
Party
Elizabeth Freeman lived in a large detached house,
with extensive gardens front and back. But, in contrast to many of the houses
in the area, it wasn't flash. It wasn't even especially posh. Although well
kept, it was homely and welcoming, like Elizabeth herself.
Bill Freeman, Elizabeth's late husband, had enjoyed
a successful career as an investment banker. It had provided them with a very
good standard of living. But they weren't snobs or social climbers, nor were
they overly concerned with appearances. When they weren't working, the Freemans
knew how to enjoy life.
They'd had three children, Melanie, now aged 35,
Justin, 32 and Andrea, 30. With the support of loving, sensible parents, all
three had done well for themselves. Elizabeth now had six grandchildren,
ranging in age from thirteen-year old Kevin, who was Melanie's eldest, down to
six-year old William, Justin's youngest.
With the family well-established, Elizabeth had
given up full-time work at the age of 46, shortly before Kevin was born. Since then,
she had devoted herself to `being there for the family'. She adored her
grandchildren and they reciprocated. Grandma Liz was great fun, not in the
least bit stuffy, and encouraged the children to be themselves. To make things
even better, her house and back garden were like an adventure playground where
the children always felt welcome.
Bill Freeman had been in very much the same mould,
jovial and enthusiastic. But like Tim's father, he had succumbed to the effects
of working too hard, dying of high blood pressure and heart disease at the age
of just 62. Although his passing had been keenly felt, Elizabeth had simply
carried on as before, her commitment to the family stronger than ever.
Tim arrived at the party at ten to seven, just as a
buffet supper was about to be served. With more than adequate funds at her
disposal, Elizabeth had brought in caterers to deal with that sort of thing.
Stepping inside, Tim set about renewing old
acquaintances, principally with Andrea's siblings. As he went to say hello to
Melanie, he spotted Kevin and Nicky huddled together in a quiet corner. He
hadn't seen Kevin for a while, Tim reflected. With smooth fair hair, clear skin
and regular features, the thirteen-year old was very good-looking.
The boys were talking animatedly; maybe even a
little conspiratorially, Tim thought. He wasn't concerned. On the contrary, he
was pleased to see the boys getting along so well. He'd chat to Nicky later.
Though rather one-sided, Tim enjoyed his
conversation with Melanie. She loved to talk, and he was happy to listen. Both
Kevin and his sister, ten-year old Justine, were doing well at school. Kevin
played rugby and cricket, and was mad keen on both. In terms of the laundry
that these activities generated, Melanie didn't know which was worse: the mud
in the winter or the grass-stains in the summer.
Kevin also played the drums in the school band. For
his birthday, back in April, they'd bought him a `proper' drum kit, to replace
the starter kit that he'd had previously. In addition, Toby, Melanie's husband,
had converted the garage into a soundproof studio so that Kevin could practise
without annoying the neighbours.
"So where is it you live?" Tim enquired.
"We're in Aylsbourne," Melanie told him.
"That's not too far from where I am," Tim said,
smiling. "I was very lucky. Not long after Mum died, I got a new job. So once
the house was sold, I bought a really nice apartment a couple of miles from
school. It suits me perfectly. Aylsbourne must be about six miles away."
And so it went on. With little news of his own that
he wished to share, Tim was happy to oil the wheels by asking questions that
Melanie was more than happy to answer.
"Well," Tim said at last, smiling warmly. "I really
must circulate. It's been great talking to you."
He moved away. Having not spoken to the lad since he
arrived, his first objective was to have a word with Nicky. He looked around,
but neither Nicky nor Kevin was anywhere to be seen.
He still wasn't unduly concerned. Both boys were
pretty sensible, and they couldn't really go anywhere. But he was curious; he
was sure they were up to something. And if Nicky had any say in the matter, the
smart money said that whatever it was would involve sex.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Ensconced in the garden shed, Kevin and Nicky stood
facing each other. Outside, it was almost dark, with just enough light coming
through the window for them to see what they were doing.
With Nicky having not yet turned eleven, Kevin had
been dubious. Would the younger boy be up for what he had in mind? Would he
even know what he was talking about?
Having got Nicky to promise that whatever they said
would remain between them, he gingerly broached the subject. To his surprise,
Nicky went straight for it. As he had already purloined the key from the drawer
in the kitchen, their course was set.
They had to wait for a while, but as soon as the
light began to fade, they slipped out of the house. Confident that nobody would
miss them, they moved noiselessly to the shed. Kevin unlocked the door. Once
they were safely inside, he locked it behind them.
Reaching out, Nicky undid the button at the top of
Kevin's skinny jeans and pulled down the zip. Taking hold of the waistband, he
pushed them right down the thirteen-year old's legs until they were puddled
around the boy's ankles.
Kevin pulled up his shirt, exposing the black Tommy
Hilfiger trunks he was wearing. Although quite slim, he was strongly built,
Nicky estimating that one of Kevin's thighs would make both of his.
Nicky licked his lips. In the dim light, he could
just make out the bulge at the front of his cousin's trunks. He ran his fingers
over it, just to make sure. He'd been right; Kevin had a big one! Drawing the elastic
away from the teenager's body, he pulled the trunks right down too.
Standing up again, he began to fondle the older
boy's uncut cock, five inches long and fairly thick, most of the bulbous,
purple head exposed beyond the lad's foreskin. Directly above it, there was a
neat crop of pubic hair, while a pair of large, hairless balls hung pendulously
below. Wow!
Kevin was beyond excited. He hadn't been sure that
he'd get this far, but despite the ten-year old's innocent appearance, Nicky,
it seemed, was a little horn-dog! More than that, he'd obviously done this
before. Kevin had no idea who that would have been with, but he wasn't
concerned. If Nicky wanted to tell him, that was fine. If he didn't, that was
fine too.
Moving Nicky's hand away, he quickly returned the
favour, pulling down the younger lad's jeans and boxer shorts. In response,
Nicky lifted his polo shirt showing off his boy-parts.
Kevin was enraptured. Though very slim, at three and
a half inches, Nicky's rock-hard penis was longer than he'd expected, the boy's
foreskin completely covering the tip. And the lad was so scrawny! There was
nothing of him; he was all skin and bone! Reaching down, Kevin ran his hand up
Nicky's thigh, the skin beautifully smooth, but unusually firm to the touch.
Kevin didn't know what to make of it.
For around half a minute, they stood facing each
other, each of them gently stroking the other's penis. Nicky was growing
impatient. Kevin, it seemed, didn't know what to do next.
It was time for him to take the lead. Kneeling on
the floor, he moistened his lips. Holding Kevin's dick around the base, he took
it into his mouth, gradually sucking his way down until he was taking it right
down his throat.
Basking in the wonderful sensations that were
coursing through him, Kevin could scarcely believe what was happening. Horny
little Nicky was one surprise after another! One of Kevin's schoolfriends had
sucked him a couple of times, but that had been tentative, exploratory.
Exciting though it had been, it hadn't come close to the experience that Nicky
was giving him.
Just as he felt his orgasm start to build, Nicky
pulled away and sat back on his heels, looking up at him.
"Why did you stop?" Kevin demanded in an excited
whisper. "That was fantastic! I was almost ready to cum!"
"D'you want to fuck me?" Nicky asked, grinning.
Kevin swallowed hard. This was way beyond anything
he'd expected. He'd have liked to fuck the schoolfriend who's sucked his cock,
but sensing that the lad wouldn't be up for it, he hadn't dared to press the
matter. But by the sound of things, Nicky was
up for it, although he had no idea how such a
scrawny kid would be able to take his thick, 5-inch prong.
"Are you sure?" he asked
"Yeah! No problem!"
"Won't it hurt?"
"Not if you do what I tell you."
Producing a small tube from the pocket of his jeans,
Nicky squeezed some lube onto Kevin's fingers. He then positioned himself over
a low trestle, his hands resting on the cross-member.
"Work some into my bum," he instructed. "Start with
one finger, and take it slow."
Kevin did as he was told, following Nicky's
instructions to the letter.
"Mmmm! That's nice!" Nicky purred. "You can put two
fingers in now. Just don't rush it, okay?"
Once again, Kevin followed the instructions exactly.
"Right! We're nearly there," Nicky said, turning
around. After slathering Kevin's penis with lube, he got back over the trestle.
"Okay! Hold your dick around the base and guide it
onto my hole. Don't try to push it in before I tell you."
Kevin moved into position.
"You need to get down a bit lower," Nicky advised.
"Bend your knees!"
Kevin complied. Bending his knees altered the angle
of attack; he could feel the difference it was going to make.
"Now stick it in!" Nicky told him.
Still holding his cock, Kevin pushed forwards, his stiff
cock advancing smoothly along the younger boy's tunnel.
"Oooh, that's nice!" Nicky purred, feeling the
teenager's pubic bone pressed against his bum. "Now do what comes naturally.
Just start off slow, okay?"
Kevin got to work, pulling steadily back before
slowly pushing in again. He was in ecstasy. Although the blow-job Nicky had
been giving him had been amazing, the ten-year old's bum was so hot and tight;
nothing could feel as good as this did!
"You can do it harder now!" Nicky told him.
Kevin didn't need to be asked twice, increasing his
pace until he was giving the younger boy's bum a ferocious pounding.
Nicky moaned quietly. He always enjoyed being
fucked, but this was exceptional. Kevin's dick was perfect, bigger than most of
the boys he'd been with, and incredibly hard. Thrusting repeatedly over his
sex-gland, it was driving him almost delirious.
"Oh!" he gasped. "Play with my cock!"
Reaching down, Kevin wrapped his fingers around the
ten-year old's throbbing prick, and began to fondle it. I didn't take long.
"Nng! Nnng! Nnnnnngg!" Nicky groaned, his penis
swelling and pulsing in the teenager's hand.
At the same moment, Kevin felt the younger boy's
rosebud go into spasm around his thrusting penis. It sent him right over the
edge.
"Oh fuck!" he rasped, "I'm going to cum!"
With his hands gripping the tops of Nicky's thighs,
he pumped his teen spunk deep into the younger boy's bottom. He could hardly
believe it. It was the wildest, most exciting and wonderful thing he'd ever
done.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It was quarter past nine when Tim spotted Nicky
heading towards him.
"Hello, young man!" he said smiling. "Where have you
been? I was looking for you."
"I've been around," Nicky answered evasively.
Tim guided him into a quiet corner.
"Let me ask you the question a different way," he
said quietly. "Did you and Kevin have a nice time?"
"Yes, thank you, Daddy."
"So what did you do?"
Nicky was conflicted. Although he'd promised Kevin
that he wouldn't say anything, his daddy obviously knew they'd been having sex.
He might as well tell him the details. He wouldn't be angry or anything.
"Kevin suggested that we mess about," he explained.
"I said okay. Well, he'd got the key, and so as soon as it went dark, we
slipped out of the house and locked ourselves in the shed."
"You naughty boys!" Tim teased, grinning. "Carry
on!"
"We pulled each other's jeans and underpants down.
Then we just fondled each other for a bit. Kevin seemed like he didn't know
what to do, so I knelt down and sucked his dick. He loved it. Well, after a bit
I stopped and asked if he'd like to fuck me. Once he was sure he wasn't going
to hurt me, he said okay. And that's what we did."
"I see!" Tim whispered, his cock throbbing in his
boxers. "Has he got a big one? It looks like he has."
"Yes, Daddy! It's about the same size as Peter's,
you know, Peter from The Syndicate, but Kevin's has got hair on it."
"Nice! Did he pump his spunk into you?"
"Yes, Daddy! Not very much though."
"Have you still got it inside you?"
"Yes Daddy! That's very naughty, isn't it?"
"Daddy Paul seems to think so," Tim agreed. "He
always smacks Jake's bottom if he finds spunk up his bum."
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Well, I'd better let you enjoy the rest of your
evening," Tim said smiling. "I'll pick you up on Friday, usual time!"
As Nicky headed back to join his cousins, Tim's mind was racing. Living only a few miles away, Kevin might be able to visit the apartment while Nicky was there. He could probably cycle over. How interesting might that prove to be?