Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 23:07:26 EST
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Looking After Vikram

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This story was written especially for one particular reader who enjoys
stories about preteen boys.  As most of my readers will know, my main
passion is for teenagers but I have made this one exception and I hope you
will enjoy it.

LOOKING AFTER VIKRAM

Hi, my name is Stan and I am an architect working from my home in West
London.  I have converted the whole of the attic in my house into an office
and there my secretary and I carry out our daily business.

My secretary, Sheila, has been with me for about five years.  She is a
widow and has a 10 year old son, Vikram.  As you may guess from the name,
she was married to a lovely Indian man who was killed in car crash just
before she came to work for me.

Every evening after school Vikram comes to the house to spend the last
couple of hours of his mother's working day, and during the school holidays
he comes and spends the whole day with us keeping my dogs entertained.
Over the years I have become very fond of them both and I think they feel
the same about me.

One Friday morning Sheila complained of stomach pains when she arrived,
which steadily got worse throughout the morning.  Vikram was at school and
she had said nothing to him about feeling unwell.  It was evident by mid
afternoon that something was seriously wrong and, against Sheila's wishes,
I called for an ambulance to take her to hospital.  I told her not to worry
about Vikram, and that I would take care of him.

The ambulance arrived and whisked Sheila away to the local hospital and I
said I would visit later.  She gave me her keys and asked me to pick some
things up from her flat (or apartment) and take them in with me.  I also
promised that I would bring Vikram with me.

That afternoon when Vikram arrived I answered the front door and he greeted
me with `Hi Uncle Stan', took off his shoes and socks and went running up
the stairs as usual.  `Where's mum?' he asked as he got to the office.  I
told him what had happened and that we would go and see her later.  I also
said that when we went to get her things from the flat we would also pack a
small suitcase for him so that he could come and stay with me.  `What sleep
in you house, Uncle Stan, Oh great!!' he said.

I should tell you at this stage that I am gay, and that I have a passion
for teenagers so Vikram is way out of my normal age bracket, but he was a
very cute kid.

Being Anglo Indian, his skin is a beautiful golden colour.  His hair is not
quite black, but very dark brown.  His eyes are brown; he has a cute
`button' nose and lips like sticky brown dates.  His little body is slim,
as are his legs all the way down to his little feet, which are bare at
every possible opportunity.  Usually his shoes and socks were left just
inside my front door and, during the summer, his shirt as well.  Vikram is
a very intelligent boy, far in advance of his years.  Sheila has always
encouraged him to read whatever came his way and to watch the news
programmes on TV, so he could hold conversations on subjects that a normal
10 year old would know nothing of.

`Where am I going to sleep?' he asked me.  I took him down to the next
floor and showed him into one of the spare bedrooms.  `Wow' he said `this
is great'

`Yes, and if you need me for anything I am just across the landing.  You
can have the main bathroom all to yourself as I have my own one in my
bedroom' I said.

`Mum usually washes my back in the bath, and helps me to towel me dry
afterwards, will you do it for me while I'm here, Uncle Stan?' he asked in
a trusting little voice.

For the first time since I met Vikram five years ago I felt my cock
reacting to him.  I pushed all thoughts of such things to the back of my
mind and said, `Of course I will, Vikram, I'll help you with anything you
need while you're here, but we'd better drive over to your flat and get
everything together that we need and then get off to the hospital to visit
your mum.'

Vikram was most impressed with the Jaguar and wriggled himself into the
leather seat.  `I like leather' he said, `mum bought me a leather jacket
and it makes me feel good when I wear it.'

`How do you mean "it makes you feel good"?' I asked.

`Well, I like the way it feels and it gives me a stiffie' he giggled.

I giggled as well, as much to ease my own embarrassment as anything else.

As I had expected, Sheila's flat was neat and clean and Vikram helped me to
get her nighties and underwear that she had asked for from her bedroom,
then the toiletries she had asked for from the bathroom and we packed them
into a small overnight bag which I found on top of the wardrobe.  We then
went into his bedroom and I asked him if there was a small suitcase we
could fill for him and he produces a small sports bag.  It was really
strange packing for a kid, I don't think I had ever done it before.  His
little shirts, trousers and socks, and such cute little underpants, and I
made sure to pack his little leather jacket (my cock started it's tricks
again).  Eventually we were all packed and locked up the flat and then
drove over to the hospital.  We asked at reception and were directed to
`Lilly of the Valley' ward where we found Sheila looking very pale and
worried.

Vikram marched up to her and said `Hi Mummy, I'm going to sleep at Uncle
Stan's tonight!'

All Sheila could do was laugh.  `And I was worried about him!' she said
`he's going to have the time of his life while I'm in here.  Whatever you
do, Stan, don't spoil him.'

`Of course I will' I replied `and I'll spoil you as well' I said, producing
flowers, chocolates and a bottle of orange squash we had bought on the way
over.  `Well, what do they say is wrong with you?' I asked

`I have a stomach ulcer and they're waiting for the results of tests to
find out exactly what type it is.  I also have to go and have a scan first
thing tomorrow so they can see more clearly what needs to be done.  It
looks as though I'll be here for at least a week, and then I'll have to
rest up for a while.  I'm so sorry to let you down...'

`Nonsense' I interrupted her `the only thing you should concern yourself
with is your recovery.  Don't worry about work, It'll still be there when
you are well, and don't worry about Vikram, he and I are going to get along
famously.

`Yes' said Vikram `Uncle Stan has shown me my bedroom and I've asked him if
he'll help me in the bath like you do and he said that he would...'

`Vikram!' she scolded him `you shouldn't bother Uncle Stan with all that,
you're old enough to look after yourself now'.

`Oh, I don't mind' I said quickly before Vikram changed his mind' `Us guys
will look after one another'

After half an hour or so Vikram became a little restless so we bade our
goodbyes and went home.  I cooked Spaghetti Bolognese, which Vikram
devoured with relish and then we went to unpack his bag.

We were putting his things away when he picked up his leather jacket to put
in the wardrobe.  As he did so he rubbed it against his cheek and patted it
with his hands and after he had put it away I could see a tiny bulge in his
trousers, or was it wishful thinking?  But no, whichever way he turned the
bulge was still there, miniscule though it was.  Did we have a blooming
leather fetishist here?  I thought that was probably the case!!

`Are you ready for your bath? I asked.  Vikram ran to the bathroom and
turned on the taps.  He stepped out of his shorts, then removed his shirt.
His shoes and socks were by the front door so all that was left were his
tight little underpants.  Totally without embarrassment he pulled them down
to his ankles and kicked them off finally showing me two wonderful little
globes of flesh separated by a very inviting little crack.  When he turned
around his `little willie' was indeed little by comparison with what I
normally go for, but he would have looked stupid with a six inch dick!  No,
his little appendage was about and inch and a half long and I suspected he
was half hard.  Maybe I would find out for certain when I dried his little
body.  His little ballsack contained two little marbles and he gave it a
little scratch as I looked on.

I tested the temperature of the water and it was just about right.  I
poured in some bubble bath, but not so much that his little body would
disappear behind a sea of bubbles.  I gave him a clean wash cloth and he
started his ablutions.  `Shall I do your back for you?' I asked.

`Yes please, if you don't mind' he answered, so I took the wash cloth from
him and started to wash from his neck downwards.  As I worked my way
downwards I could not help but notice that his little cock started to
stiffen and was thickening in the process.  `Could you do my bum as well?'
he asked, kneeling up.  I didn't trust myself to speak, I just did as he
asked, first washing the cheeks and then gently pushing the cloth into his
crack.  As I did so, my index finger slipped out of the cloth and rubbed
against his little sphincter.  He shuddered involuntarily and when I next
looked his cock had stretched to 2½" and was HARD!

`I'll let you finish off washing and I'll get a clean towel' I said.  I
hunted for a well-used towel, after all, I wanted to feel his body though
the towel when I dried him, so I didn't want one with a thick pile.
Mission accomplished, I returned to the bathroom ready to dry him.  He
didn't hear me coming and as I entered he was playing with himself, pushing
his little penis down as far as it would go and letting it spring up again.

Totally without a care in the world he stood up in the bath, cock fully
erect, and held his arms up to be lifted out (probably a ritual left over
from his younger days) so I swung him out over the bath edge and on to the
mat.  I didn't give him time to take the towel, but turned him with his
back to me and dried him from his neck downwards to his ankles, paying
particular attention to his crack, we didn't want any water lurking in
there!  When he turned around I was pleased to see that he was still hard
and had he been older I would have bent down and taken him in my mouth
there and then, but I didn't know how far I could go, never having been
with a pre-teen before.  I started drying him from the top again, working
my way slowly downwards.  He giggled when I dried under his arms and when I
got down to his cock and balls I was very gentle indeed.  `Mum tells me off
when I get a stiffy' he said `she says I'm too young to start getting
excited, but I like it, it makes me feel good'

`All boys get stiffies,' I told him, `I get stiffies, I've got a stiffy
now, it's only natural and if your dad was here, he would tell you the same
thing.'

`Yes, I know' said Vikram `In a couple of years I'll be able to shoot semen
but now only feel like I'm cumming, but nothing comes out.'

This was getting too much for me.  As I finished off drying him I found it
hard to stop my hands from shaking.  I was going to have to go and have a
wank straight away.  I stood up and Vikram remarked `Oooooh, you HAVE got a
stiffy, can I have a look?'  Not being one to deny a child his education, I
unzipped my flies and slipped my trousers and underpants down to my knees.
`Wow, what a beauty' said Vikram `Can I touch?'  Without waiting for an
answer he reached out his little hand and wrapped it (as best he could)
around my dripping cock.

`Be very careful, Vikram' I said `I'm very close to cumming and if you make
any sudden movements you'll send me over the edge.'

He grinned a wicked grin and started rubbing me up and down.  I know I
really should have stopped him but instead I let him carry on.  Within
seconds my knees started to buckle and I shot stream after stream of semen
over the bath, over Vikram and over myself.  `Wow, that was a lot' he said
`When I wanked Joey's big brother he only shot a little bit.'

I laughed, commenting that he seemed to be fairly experienced.  `Yes,' he
said `Joey and I sometimes sleepover at the weekend and we share a bed.  We
touch one another and sometimes his big brother lets us play with him.'

I stepped out of my trousers and pants and suggested that we both get into
our night attire.

Now, I always sleep naked, but in case of visitors I keep something handy
just in case.  I never wear pyjamas because they make my balls sweat, so I
have a couple of light cotton Night Shirts.  Call me old-fashioned, but
they are ideal for sitting around the house in.

We met on the landing, Vikram in thin jersey pyjama trousers and no top,
and me in my night shirt.  The cheeky beggar lifted the hem to see if I was
wearing anything underneath, and of course, I was not.

I made us each a cup of hot chocolate and we sat in front of the TV.  After
a few minutes Vikram got up and came and sat on my lap.  He tucked his head
under my chin and I put my arm around his shoulders and he snuggled in.  I
managed to keep my cock under control for at least three seconds, but then
it started to rise to the occasion.  Vikram giggled but said nothing and
put his thumb in his mouth.

`Don't you think you're a little old for that?' I asked

`No' he said simply and carried on sucking.

A little while later I suddenly became aware of his snoring, so I took him
upstairs and was about to put him to bed when he said `wee wee'.  So I took
him into the toilet, stood him on wobbly legs and waited for him to take
out his penis.  When he didn't react and just stood there sucking his thumb
I gently pulled down his pyjamas and held his little soft cock in my hand
while he peed.  Then I picked him up again and carried into the bedroom
where I laid him down, gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, bade him
goodnight and retired to my room for another hand-job.

I woke up in the early hours of the morning with a 10 year old boy next to
me, with his hand on my cock, snoring his head off.  I don't know how far
he had gone with me, but however far it was he was welcome, and since he
had set the precedent, I slipped my hand inside his pyjamas and cupped his
little balls.  He took his thumb out of his mouth, smiled and snuggled down
for the rest of the night.

The second night took a similar turn, but Vikram woke me up with his little
tongue licking my cock head.  I asked him where he had learned to do that
and he replied between licks `Joey's brother, of course'.  I warned him
when I was about to cum and he backed off and watched the semen shoot from
the end of my cock.  When he laid on his back afterwards I took his little
cock in my mouth and returned the favour, leading to a noisy but dry
orgasm, followed almost immediately by those now familiar snores.

After the first two nights, I didn't bother putting him into the spare room
as he ended up with me anyway.  We gave one another a great deal of
pleasure over the time Sheila was in hospital and convalescing and we still
have a little grope now and again while Sheila's working upstairs in the
attic.

So that's how I really got to know my little golden boy.

The Colonel


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