Tim
& Nicky Series: Be Careful What You Ask For
By
Pink Panther
This is the third of four parts of a new story about
Tim and his son Nicky. Please note that the same disclaimers apply here as to
the previous parts. 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 Three: Tim &
Michael
It
was Wednesday evening. Just before seven o'clock, Tim drove onto the leisure
centre car park. Approaching the building, he was pleased to see Michael already
there waiting for him. He brought the car to a stop near where the boy was
standing. Grinning, Michael swaggered across and got into the front passenger
seat.
"Hi!
Good to see you again!" Tim greeted as the youngster put on his seat belt.
"You
too!" Michael responded, still smiling.
The
car moved away.
"You
came back then?" Tim commented. "I wasn't sure you would."
"Why
wouldn't I?" Michael asked, sounding very sure of himself.
"You
might have had some doubts about last Saturday. Things did go further than I
thought they would."
"Nah!
It was cool!"
"Are
you sure? You must have been sore afterwards."
"Yeah,
a bit. But it wasn't anything much."
"And
I know it hurt when I stuck it in."
"Yeah!
I mean, that was a real shock! But you were great. You waited until I started
to relax, and played with my dick to get me hard again. Then, when you started
doing me, it was like, . . . Wow!"
"I
should have asked you first, though."
"I'm
glad you didn't."
"Really?
Why's that?"
"Because
I'd have said no, and you'd have stopped."
"We
could have waited until you were ready."
"Nah!
If I'd known beforehand, I'd have just kept trying to put it off."
Arriving
at the apartment block, they took the lift up to Tim's flat.
"Would
you like a drink?" he asked.
"Please!"
Michael answered.
They
strolled into the kitchen. Tim poured them both a glass of coke.
"You know you said your boy likes taking it up
the bum?" Michael asked, looking Tim right in the eye. "Did you do him like you
did me?"
"Not
exactly, no."
"Why
not?"
"Well,
for a start, Nicky's quite a bit younger than you. He's also very slim, which
meant he was extremely tight."
"So,
what did you do?"
"He
was staying with me during the Easter holidays. Well, I'd bought some sex toys
to loosen him up. Once I'd used those on him for a few days, I invited another
boy that I know to come around and meet him. He did it."
"How
old was this other kid?"
"Shaun's
about a year older than you. He was thirteen at the time."
"I
guess his cock wasn't that big then?"
"That's
right! It was a little bit bigger than yours. The idea was that once Shaun had
fucked him, he'd be ready for mine."
"And?"
"It
seemed to work okay. He was quite sore afterwards, but the next day, he wanted me
to do it again."
"Cool!
So, how did you know this other kid?"
Tim
instantly hit the `Stop!' button, knowing that he'd probably already said more
than he should.
"Actually,"
he said, firmly but quietly, "you don't need to know that. What I can tell you
is that Shaun's got a boyfriend now. We've moved on, yeah?"
"Yeah,
no problem!" Michael responded, grinning again.
Tim
was relieved. For a moment, he'd been worried that the lad would hassle him. In
the event, Michael had backed off far more readily than most boys would. He
wasn't sure what to make of that.
"Could
I ask you something else?" Michael asked, studying Tim intently.
"Sure,
ask away."
"On
Saturday, you reckon you should have waited, yeah? So why didn't you? I don't
get that."
Tim
took a deep breath, wondering how it was that he'd managed to pick up a kid who
asked such bloody awkward questions. The lad obviously wasn't stupid, he
reflected. His only option was to tell it like it was.
"After
I'd sucked you for a bit, I asked you to bend over the toilet, which you did. I
started licking you out. Well, it was pretty obvious you liked it. Am I right?"
"Yeah!
It was epic!"
"Well,
as you'd enjoyed that, I decided to move onto the next step. I didn't want to
go back to the bedroom to collect the sex-toys, so I put some lube on my finger
and pushed it in. You squealed and winced a bit, so I stopped. How am I doing
so far?"
"Okay."
"After
a few seconds, you relaxed again, so I pushed in a bit deeper. You winced
again, and started whimpering. It was obvious I was hurting you, so I decided
that I'd gone as far as I could. I was just about to pull my finger out when I
touched your prostate."
"My
what?"
"Your
prostate; it's the gland that tells your balls to make spunk."
"And
that's up your bum?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck!
If they told us that in sex-ed, I couldn't have been listening!"
"You
went wild!"
"Yeah,
man! It felt like someone had plugged my dick into the electric!"
"Well,
as it was obvious you liked it, I started finger-fucking you. Your bum felt
really soft and pliable. It opened up far more easily than I thought it would, so
I pushed a second finger in. There was no problem there either. I was on such a
roll, I just went for it. Sorry; I should have been more careful."
"Thanks!"
Michael said warmly, a big grin on his face.
"What
for?"
"For
not telling me a load of shite!"
"Come
on!" Tim said, smiling back.
Putting
an arm around the lad's shoulder, he guided Michael to his bedroom. After
taking off their shoes and socks, they began to undress each other, just as they
had the previous Saturday. Michael's clothes were clean, but very basic, Tim
noted, like they came from one of the budget stores. His trainers were
well-worn.
Sitting
on the side of the bed, Tim pulled down the youngster's boxer briefs. He caught
his breath, almost overwhelmed by how gorgeous Michael was, the boy's uncut
penis absolutely beautiful. Moistening his lips, Tim took it into his mouth, the
twelve-year old's foreskin retracting as the man went down on him.
Michael
was delicious, Tim considered; he could find no other word for it. He guessed that
the lad must have been able to cum for a month or two, the point at which I found
boys most alluring. Being with him, naked and erect, was a dream come true.
After
a few minutes, they snuggled up on the bed.
"Are
we going in there again?" Michael asked, indicating the wet-room.
"I
thought we'd stay here today," Tim responded, "and get to know each other a bit
better."
"Cool!"
Michael said, smiling.
Tim
drew the boy towards him, Michael's penis rubbing against Tim's stomach, Tim's
digging into the youngster's groin. With their bodies pressed together, Tim ran
my hand down Michael's back and over his bum, revelling in how glorious it
felt. Reaching up, he began to stroke the lad's shaggy fair hair.
"I
need a haircut," Michael said disconsolately, shaking it out.
Tim
didn't respond, but he got the picture. Michael needed a haircut, but hadn't
had one because his parents either wouldn't or couldn't give him the money.
When Tim had dropped him off on Saturday, he'd seen where the boy lived. Although
they were in a prosperous town, it did have some poorer areas. Where Michael
lived was one of the poorest. Continuing to stroke, he drew the boy closer,
until they were nose-to-nose.
"I've
never kissed anyone before," Michael said quietly.
"Just
relax and copy what I do," Tim advised.
Tim
joined his lips to Michael's; no problem so far. He opened his mouth a little. The
boy didn't reciprocate.
"Open
your mouth," Tim said quietly, easing back a little. "It won't hurt, I promise!"
Michael
did as requested. Very gently, Tim pushed his tongue inside, slowly running it
over the lad's teeth. At first, Michael was hesitant, unsure of himself, but gradually
he relaxed, and started to mirror what his host was doing. Tim smiled inwardly,
delighted by how sensuous and affectionate the boy was.
Eventually,
Tim eased himself away. As he slowly pulled back, their eyes met. That's when he
saw it, right there in Michael's eyes. Inside the boy's hard, protective shell,
a sensitive, intelligent young man, was struggling to make sense of the world. It
was a startling insight.
"Michael,"
he asked. "You told me you'd seen gay sex on the internet; so do you have a
computer?"
"Nah!
A couple of the other boys have though. David – I don't know if you noticed him
on Saturday, but he's the big guy; bigger than the rest of us – well, his
computer's got no parental controls; his mum and dad let him do as he likes.
Anyway, when they're out, he has the house to himself, so we go round there and
watch porn."
"And
is some of that gay porn?"
"Yeah.
I mean it's mainly straight, but occasionally he puts on some gay stuff. I
think he does it to shock us."
"How
do the other boys react?"
"Either
they're disgusted, or they laugh at it."
"And
what do you think about that?"
"I
hate it; it's embarrassing!"
"I
guess you have to pretend to fit in?"
"Yeah.
We were round there last Friday. I put on this vid with two lads, quite slim,
looked about sixteen. They started off sucking each other. Then one of them
fucked the other one. The other lads laughed their socks off!"
"Twinks,"
Tim informed him.
"What?"
"For
it to be legal, the guys in the video have to be at least eighteen, but they
look younger. They're known as twinks. There's loads of that sort of stuff out
there. What did you think of it?"
"Man!
My dick got so hard, I thought it was going to burst!"
Sliding
his hand down between them, Tim took hold of the boy's throbbing prong.
"Like
now, you mean?"
"Yeah!"
Shuffling
down the bed, Tim snaked around, resting his head on Michael's stomach. Taking the
lad's penis into his mouth, he began to suck. He was so hard and smooth! In
Tim's eyes, he was boy perfection! Slipping his hand between Michael's legs, he
began gently stroking the youngster's perineum.
"Ooooh,
ooooh, ooooh," Michael moaned, his breathing becoming short and irregular.
Running
his tongue up the boy's shaft, Tim let him go.
"Oh,
man!" Michael gasped. "I thought I was going to cum!"
"Plenty
of time for that," Tim said, grinning.
"D'you
want me to suck yours?"
"Only
if you want to. You're not really designed for it."
"What
d'you mean?"
"Your
mouth's quite small. You're always going to struggle with bigger ones."
"Don't
you mind then?" Michael queried.
"Not
at all. It is what it is. You have to work with what you've got."
"Cool!"
They
snuggled up again. There was something special about this kid that Tim found
hard to explain. Being in The Syndicate, he was able to have sex with a number
of nice-looking, horny boys. But this was different. He wasn't sure why; it
just was.
"Are
you going to fuck me again?" Michael asked, looking Tim right in the eye.
"Is
that what you want?"
"Yeah."
"I
guess we'd better get you ready then! Okay, get on all fours, knees apart and
forward, bum back."
Michael
moved into position. Kneeling down behind, Tim began licking him out.
"Mmmm!"
Michael moaned. "Oh, yeah!"
Increasing
the pressure, Tim forced his tongue right inside.
"Oh,
fuck!" the boy gasped.
"Is
that good?" Tim asked, pulling away.
"Oh,
yeah! Please don't stop!"
He
got right back to it. Spurred on by the boy's moans and gurgles, Tim worked his
tongue in as far as it would go. After a couple of minutes, with his tongue
aching, he had to pull away. He opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet,
taking out the sex-toys that he'd bought for Nicky.
"As
we're here," he said, showing them to Michael, "we might as well use these.
They're smoother than fingers."
"They
look like plastic dicks," the lad remarked.
"Yep!"
Tim agreed, coating the smaller one with Astroglide. "They're called dildos.
We're going to start with this fellow."
Positioning
it against Michael's anal ring, he slowly pushed it in. The boy took it quite
easily. It was what he'd expected, even Nicky had been okay with this one.
"Mmmm!"
Michael purred as Tim gently fucked him.
"Feel
good?" Tim enquired.
"Yeah,
man!"
Tim
allowed it to slide out.
"This
one's bigger," he said, lubing up the larger one. "You'll need to relax. And remember
to push out, like you're having a shit."
Locating
it on the twelve-year old's starfish, Tim gently worked it into him.
"Aarrghh!"
Michael whimpered.
"Are
you okay?"
"Yeah!
Just hold it there for a moment."
Tim
held it in position for maybe half a minute.
"Okay,"
Michael said finally. "You can give me some more now."
Very
slowly, Tim pushed it further in. Within a couple of minutes, it was sliding
smoothly in and out.
"Are
you ready for the real thing?" he asked.
"Yeah,
I think so."
He
removed the dildo.
"Okay,
on your back!" he ordered.
Michael
flipped himself over. Tim lifted up the boy's legs so that his knees were close
to his shoulders, noting how beautifully loose-limbed the lad was.
"Hold
them there!" he instructed.
Michael
placed his hands around his knees. "Fuck!" he said, watching Tim smear
Astroglide over his cock. "I'll be able to see you sticking it in!"
Tim
shuffled forwards.
"This
is your last chance to change your mind," he warned.
"No,
do it, man!"
"Okay,
you know what to do!"
Holding
his penis around the base, Tim guided it onto the boy's rosebud. Taking a deep
breath, he thrust it in.
"Oh,
yeah!" Michael exhaled, the first two inches firmly lodged in his bum.
Carefully and deliberately, Tim continued to push, his dick steadily
disappearing into the youngster's boy-hole.
"Good
boy!" Tim breathed, his cock buried balls-deep in the twelve year old's bottom.
"You've taken the whole thing!"
Lowering
his upper body between Michael's thighs, he discovered that they couldn't kiss,
the difference in height making it impossible. After a moment, he began to
fuck, starting with short, gentle thrusts.
"This
is what you want, isn't it?" he whispered, nuzzling Michael's ear.
"Oh,
yeah! Do it, man! I want to feel you spunking up my bum!"
"And
you will, baby boy!" Tim assured him. "You will!"
He
picked up the pace, his thrusts longer and harder, his cock repeatedly grazing the
boy's prostate. He hardly knew which
planet he was on. Michael's moans and whimpers, the tightness of the lad's
velvety tunnel; the whole experience was right out there.
With
no warning, Michael bucked uncontrollably, his head thrown to one side, his
feet flailing. A moment later, his boy-juice spurted all over them, his anal
ring going into spasm around Tim's cock.
He'd
taken Tim right over the edge, volley after volley of the man's hot, creamy
spunk shooting deep into the youngster's bottom. Tim's head was spinning, he
could hardly believe what an amazing fuck it had been. He was completely
drained.
After
he'd returned from whichever planet he'd just visited, Tim gently pulled out.
Michael was lying on his back, smiling beatifically, his scrawny chest rising
and falling.
"Are
you okay?" Tim asked.
"Yeah,
man!" the boy gasped, still struggling for breath. "That was epic!"
"You
were fantastic!" Tim enthused. Leaning over, he lapped up some boy-juice from
above Michael's left nipple. "We mustn't waste that," he added, licking his
lips. "Nectar of the gods!"
"You're
mad!" Michael responded, grinning.
"You
shoot a long way, don't you?" Tim remarked. "Impressive!"
"Yeah,
I guess."
"Never
wanked off with your mates then?"
"Nah!
I've never had the chance."
"Well,
you'd better use the loo," he advised, helping Michael off the bed.
0
o 0 o 0 o 0
Ten
minutes later, Tim and Michael headed out of the flat.
"We'll
meet you on Saturday outside the leisure centre," Tim said quietly. "Can you be
there for ten to two? You and Nicky can have an hour on the mats and the diving
boards while I swim some lengths."
"I
don't think I'll have enough money," Michael answered.
"Oh,
don't worry about that; I'll pay for you."
"Really?"
"Of
course!"
"Cool!"
he said, brightening up. "I'll be there!"
On
the drive back towards Michael's place, Tim began to piece it together. The
boy's parents both worked in low-paid jobs. Michael was the eldest of three,
with a sister aged ten and a brother aged eight, with whom he has to share a
room. He didn't have anywhere to do homework. They had the essentials: a roof
over their heads, food on the table and clean clothes, but all pretty basic.
Luxuries were in very short supply.
Michael's
parents weren't unpleasant with him, but they did seem rather indifferent; too
busy making ends meet to pay him much attention. They certainly weren't able to
give him the support he needed to make the best of himself.
That
was where Tim came in, or at least it could be. He had the skills and
experience to help the lad. Even from the few glimpses that he'd had during the
evening, he could see the potential that Michael had. Tim knew that he could
make a difference. But was he in a position to do it? They'd need to tread very
carefully in order to avoid being found out. Even then, it wouldn't be without
its risks.
It
felt as though Michael had been sent to him as a challenge: was he going to
help the lad to do something with his life, or just use him for sex? That was
one hell of a question.
And
what would Nicky think? He was Tim's boy and had to be his first priority. He
was pretty sure that Nicky and Michael would get on; Nicky seemed to get on
with almost everybody. But the only way to find out for certain was to suck it
and see. If Nicky didn't like the idea of him getting so close to another boy, he'd
have to forget it.
Reaching
the run-down council estate where Michael lived, Tim brought the car to a halt.
Opening his wallet, he pulled out a £10 note. He handed it to Michael.
"What's
this for?" the boy asked, looking horrified.
"Get
yourself a haircut," Tim told him. "If anyone asks, tell them someone offered
to do it for nothing, okay?"
"Sure!"
Michael said, grinning. "Thanks, man!"
"Right!
We'll see you on Saturday."
Stashing
the note in his pocket, Michael got out of the car, Tim watching as he trotted
away.