Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2024 21:25:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Toby Wolf Subject: Miko & Oscar // Adult Youth If you enjoyed this story, feel free to contact me at: werewolftoby@yahoo.com Leave your comments / criticisms / praise, or just say hi! nifty.org is a free service, and would not be possible without your donations. Copy / paste the link below into your browser to donate to Nifty to keep it going: https://donate.nifty.org. Miko & Oscar by werewolftoby When Mikołaj moved to the United Kingdom when he was sixteen, he had all sorts of hopes and expectations of a better life. His mother died young and his father had to work all the time so shipping him off with his cousins seemed like his only choice. He went form job to job, never really settling, and probably seeing more of England than most Britons would. Now, he was twenty-three and found a steady job in construction, actually moving to a new town in the north where he acquired a promotion to site c-manager; it meant he worked four days a week and had three off and even though he was a very hard worker, always accepting overtime and cutting down on breaks and holidays, he was glad for the extra time. It meant he could really start making something of his life now. Outside of work, he went to the gym every day, circuit training and cardio, so he was very fit and lean, and being blonde haired and blue-eyed he always inevitably caught the eye of some pretty girl in the gym. That would have been great if he was interested in women -- he was not -- preferring his own sex visually. A relationship, though? No, he wasn't really sure what he was looking for. One might say he actually led a fairly lonely life, had sex every so often with a guy he'd meet in the gym or from chat apps, but for the most part anything more seemed like it would be a few years off yet. Miko had lived in his flat for about a month at this point but he had never met his neighbour, a woman he'd seen through the peephole a couple of times. It was just the two rooms on this floor, and it seemed in another universe compared to other places he'd stayed at. One bedroom all to himself, not shared with about a dozen other sweaty men, a kitchen that actually had running water, and the walls and doors were all intact apart from the patchy paint job. Being super handy, he felt obliged to build himself some shelves, and entire entertainment system unit so he'd even gone out and got a new television that wasn't cracked so he could play his xbox on days off. He also discovered recently that he enjoyed cooking, adding spices, meal prep and even fleshing out recipes to suit him more. One Friday afternoon, Miko was enjoying a bottle of vodka while peppering up an Indian-style curry he'd been working on, music on in the background, when he heard something. Was someone knocking at his door? Why not use the buzzer? Dressed in a slim-cut grey t-shirt that showed off his physique and black lycra shorts that did the same, Miko fixed his hair in the mirror next to the door before looking in the peephole. On the other side of the door was an odd-looking blonde woman, about his age maybe a couple of years older dressed in baggy clothes and her hair tied back. "Oh," Miko said, realising it was the neighbour he'd never met yet. He opened the door and feigned surprise to see her. "Hello, how do you do?" His accent was nearly completely gone at this point in his life; finding he had a skill for hiding his Polish accent to near-perfection had been something he was rather proud off. When he went out, used the northern twang, he blended in easily. After all, this was his country now, so why shouldn't he be like them? He had, however, on this night, consumed two glasses of vodka, one straight, one mixed with lime and not even his skill could hide the slight awkward formulation of vowel sounds. The woman seemed surprised, shifted slightly, looked up and down, obviously liking what she was looking at, and then said, all in one breath: "Hi, I don't suppose you've had a parcel delivered here do you? I've been expecting parcels all day, I've got a few of them coming, I have, and it says one's been delivered but that was yesterday and I didn't keep track so I looked it up and they said that they delivered to a neighbour since I wasn't in so I just thought I'd come see if it came here to you. I'm Eve, by the way, haven't met yet, have we? Think I saw you go out to the bins other week. Makes a change having someone next door that's so nice and quiet, las neighbours were noisy buggers. Yeah. Couldn't sleep because of all their loud music and screaming." First, Miko thought: is this woman on drugs? He had a hard time following and processing this train of thought. "Parcel? Oh, yes," he realised, stepping back inside to collect the small brown package on the floor that he'd forgotten about. Then he haded it to her, smiled and introduced himself. "Miko." "Miko? Are you from Poland? Last neighbours were from Romania I think, that part of the world. Oh, thank you, yeah I wasn't sure if it'd been delivered, that's all." "Yeah, no problem Eve, you're welcome," he tried to be polite, but this woman really did talk too much and too fast. Not drugs, he released, she was just chatty and a little bit too much for him, even though he was in a good mood. "In Poland we all know our neighbours, so I am glad you said hi." "So am I," said the woman, blushing a little. It had actually been quite difficult to get rid of her. She asked what he was doing, what music he was listening to, what Poland was like, and all Miko wanted was to get back to his business before he burned dinner. He was polite enough to answer all her questions with a smile but he didn't really ask anything in return, and still the message wasn't getting through. Finally he got away by saying his phone was ringing and he had to answer it. She was still talking, and only stopped when he closed the door. He must have said goodbye ten times! When Miko was finally alone, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief: "crazy woman," and went back to the kitchen to finish cooking. Strange didn't begin to cover his observations of her over the next week. Seriously, Miko was considering writing a diary just pertaining to the odd things she did: such as coming out in to the hallway completely naked and looking at the stairs like she was contemplating life. She produced so much garbage in a single week that the next time he saw her, she actually asked if she could put some of her trash in his bin. He noticed she would go out in the middle of the night and upturn her own bin and rearrange it. Then there was the cleaning; she spent probably two hours a day in the hallway, donning gloves and cleaning equipment and scrubbed, wiped and dusted everything. She also received deliveries pretty much every day, sometimes more than once, and would hold up the delivery men for a long time chatting to them too. "Better him than me!" Miko snorted, spying a good-looking man out on the hallway with Eve one day. Concluding that the probability of her having some condition like OCD was pretty high, and the fact she could talk his ear off for hours on-end, Miko took to avoiding her. So whenever she had her hooks into some other poor guy, he took the opportunity to leave his flat to go shopping. Weirdly she would only offer a clipped "hi," on this occasion and barely look in his direction, letting Miko free to escape. He sort of had the idea that he might like to get fucked tonight, so he went out to the gym, sweated for nearly an hour and a half, took a shower and eyed a couple of sexy boys before leaving alone into the mid-afternoon balm. Miko picked up a few things shopping then went home. There was some woman and her kid messing around in the doorway to the building, struggling with her key, so he stepped in with a polite, "You're alright, love," and he moved in front to unlock the door with his key. "This lock is tricky, isn't it?" "Oh, hello," it was Eve. Miko mentally sighed and opened the door for Eve and the child he never even knew she had. A cute little blond girl with shoulder-length hair who smiled up at him. Miko smiled back. "Been trying to get back in for five minutes we have, been in touch with manager about this lock, good know its not just me being stupid but you have trouble as well. Just been out shopping don't need to be fighting with this bloody door all day, you know?" Agreeing, Miko nodded, but he didn't wait to hear more: "Tell me about it. Anyway, I've got to run, Eve, see you soon..." and was bounding up the stairs. Good thing his gym clothes gave him the look of being in some kind of hurry. "Fuck me," he said with a sigh, stripping off his sweaty gym clothes and laying on his bed naked, hands behind his head. "Didn't know she had a kid." He didn't dwell on how sorry he felt for that kid for long, though, he was more interested in having a wank, blowing off the steam he'd built up at the gym. There was a mirror at the bottom of the bed and he sometimes liked to watch himself when he wanked. He squirted lube into his hands and moaned as he slicked up his cock. He always came when he couldn't take anymore; back arched, head thrown back, legs spread and just a little bit of a finger pushing into his own hole until he spilled his hot load on to his bare torso. "Shit..." he said after realising what a mess he'd made. "Shouldn't have showered." Wiping up his spunk with a rag by the bed, he regained energy and pulled on some joggers before going to make himself a drink. The rest of the week went by relatively uneventfully. Miko went to work, worked hard, went to the gym, worked hard. On one day, however, he was stuck with going out with workmates for a birthday. Normally he wouldn't have liked to go to a pub, but he was fairly new at his position and so of course couldn't decline. He actually liked one of the lads he worked with, a fit younger guy called Kieron who was always smirking, a nephew of the guy having the birthday. A little bubble actually developed in his loins whenever he thought about him. The pub was dismal and dark but loud as hell as a dozen loudmouth construction workers having a party as they were, definitely didn't call for a dull night out! Miko wasn't the only foreigner there; a couple of Romanians who were quietly sipping beers (which they hated) in a corner keeping to themselves. Miko almost felt sorry for them. At one point he'd been just like them, but now most of the lads saw him as one of them, so he couldn't feel too sorry for them, though he did buy them both a second beer and gave one of them a fist bump. Normally Miko didn't like beer either but he'd grown to get used to it by now and was sinking his third pint of bitter when he felt tipsy enough to approach Kieron. "Hiya mate," said Miko, sitting next to him. Kieron was cheeky and popular but he couldn't hold his alcohol, and had already been laughed at by some of the older lads for nearly tipping over into a chair. He grinned and nodded as Miko sat with him, his eyes drooped a bit. "Ohh, hi Nick," (some people called him that, and he was fine with it) "how's it going lad?" "Good, yeah," said Miko slowly, taking the time to admire the way Kieron's buttons came open at the top of his shirt, showing off his smooth toned chest. Miko liked smooth boys. "You having a nice time here by yourself, Kieron?" Kieron burped. "Yeah, yeahhh, mate... just living large aint it..." Miko smirked. This kid was so... he didn't know, but it made him bit his lip and rub the front of his jeans. "Hey, I'll buy you a drink..." "Naw, no," said Kieron quickly. "Not here, yeah? Have to look at these blokes all week, wanna go somewhere else, this pub is fucking dull... old man pub, yeah?" "I know," grinned Miko. He took that as a good sign. This pub was packed of people, and they would be able to slip away now that they'd made an appearance. "Alright, let's go then... up." Miko liked that Kieron leaned on him, because it meant he could put an arm around him and not be looked at funny. They were both drunk, and their escape from the pub was not unnoticed, but they got away easily; Kieron's uncle even let him go with a hug and that was that. They went to a brighter, poppier club a street away with more their age group. The bouncer, though, almost didn't let them in because Kieron looked a bit too drunk, but let it go with an eye roll, so inside they went. One thing Miko didn't expect, was that Kieron was a horny boy who liked to dance with girls and give them his number. Most of them just waved it off but a couple of them seemed interested. Kieron tried to hook Miko up with this dark haired girl who he was interested in but he had no interest in her. Before the night was over, Miko was drunk and so was Kieron. Kieron was so drunk that when he went for a piss in the street, he nearly fell over into Miko who'd been trying to spy a look and pissed over his own jeans. Fuck, Miko didn't complain, only faked laughter and held him by the armpits while he took a leak. He couldn't stop staring at Kieron's tasty cock; long and white, and he took a long, long time squeezing it and shaking the drops before putting it away. He was too drunk, however, and didn't even zip. He was so drunk that he didn't even notice that Miko had touched his cock, groped it while he pissed, and gradually ground his own dick against his jean-clad arse. He wanted sex, but obviously Kieron didn't swing that way. "Call me a taxi, mate," he'd slurred and nearly collapsed on the curb. As fun as the night was, Miko was tired and ready to go home, so after calling a cab for Kieron, he stumbled on home. It was past one in the morning when he staggered his way to the flats. Wouldn't you know it -- he couldn't get the key to work -- he was forced to buzz Eve. "Hello?" "Yeh--uhh--hullo... it's me, can't get key... can you lemme in please?" He heard some noise on the line. "Yeah, no problem... I'm not dressed though, I'll send Oscar down..." "Osc--" before he even asked who that was, the call ended. Miko really hoped that she wasn't with a man -- some delivery driver -- she'd seduced who now was awkwardly on his way down stairs to let in his one-night-stand's drunken neighbour. What an errand! He imagined her laying naked on the bed covered in sweat and semen while this grumpy hairy man in his underwear had to come down three flights of stairs just to do this for her. At least he didn't have to see her in that state, he thought. But no, after a minute or so of standing there, staggering on the spot and really needing a piss, he saw a person much smaller than a man come bounding down the stairs with way too much energy at one in the morning, blonde hair bobbing. It was her child, Oscar, apparently. Who Miko had mistook for a little girl the first time he saw him. The boy opened the door with a bog smile and beamed right up at the man. "Hiiii... Miko." Miko immediately smiled back. Maybe it was because he was very drunk, or maybe he was just glad to be let in, because normally he never even liked kids, but this one was different. He felt obliged to touch his long haired head. "Heyyy, little mate, little mate, how are you? What are you doing up?" The boy was no more than eight or nine years old, small for his age, wearing a cartoon pyjama bottom with no top. "Mum said to let you in!" "Yesss," slurred Miko, letting himself in through the door, still with one hand on Oscar's head. Unconsciously he started playing with his long hair, liking the way it felt threading through his fingers. He stumbled forward towards the stairs, unintentionally nearly knocking Oscar over, who sat down an the stairs in front of Miko. "Such pretty hair... pretty hair for a boy, Oscar? You like having long hair, Oscar?" Oscar nodded, but his smile seemed thin. "Yeah, but I want it shorter, like yours. Mum likes it longer." "Yeah? And where is your mum, upstairs?" Oscar smiled. "Yeah, she's asleep." Miko bit his lip and lurched close, getting down on his knees in front of Oscar so that his chin was nearly on top of the boy's knees. He put his hands on his ankles and slowly rode them up and down his legs in a friendly manner. Then he kicked back and made sure the door had shut properly. "Do you like my hair, Oscar?" Oscar nodded eagerly. "It's cool." "You can touch it?" He said, in a warm way, leaning closer. The young boy didn't hesitate, pushing his fingers through Miko's blonde straight locks. "Uhh, that's nice," Miko moaned; the feeling of someone's fingers running though his hair, pressure against his aching head, was more than pleasurable. He felt himself getting hard in his jeans and had to push down on it to stop it from bursting the seams. "Mmm, Oscar..." "Oscar?" A shrill voice came from upstairs. Miko jolted away, panicked. Oscar, however, simply sat there and called up: "Yeah, mum?" "Did you get the door?" "Yeah, mum!" "Okay good... lock the door when you come back up!" "Okay mum!" Mike was panting, red-faced, and shaking like a leaf. He was drunk but even he knew what he had just felt was wrong. On his feet, he swallowed and offered a weakened smile to the boy. "Come on, you heard your mum... upstairs, it's past your sleepy time." Surprisingly Oscar held Miko's hand all the way up the stairs. "It's your sleepy time too!" That was so fucking endearing that, when they reached the top of the stairs, Miko found it hard to let him go, squeezing the young boy's hand and smiling down at him. The kid, it seemed, wasn't exactly eager to leave him, either, even following him inside his flat! The temptation was too much; this little lad was following him everywhere (he guessed he didn't have a father in his life, the long hair alone told that he probably spent a lot of time with his mother and rarely saw many men; he was fascinated), the possibility for corruption, for the very real chance of locking the door and making this kid scream for the child building to hear was too much for poor Miko. "Your flat looks like my flat," said the boy, cheerfully. But before he could reach the kitchen, Miko reached out and grabbed him by the arm. Then, an apologetic smile and a soft stroke of his wrist, he said: "I think you'd best be getting home, beautiful boy... I mean, your mum is waiting and I don't want to get in trouble for keeping you too long." The boy seemed to ruminate, brows furrowed, then he smiled and nodded. "Okay!" Yet, he still stood there, placidly letting the man hold him. Patiently, Miko saw him out. "Now, now, you go on... it is very late..." "I like you mister Miko, you are really nice!" Miko smiled, touched his head again. "I like you too, Miko! Come by anytime." Only when he was finally alone did Mikołaj really grasp the gravity of it all: drunk as a skunk, he laid in his bed fully clothed and grinning like a loon. There was conflict in his eyes: a staggered reasoning of `wow what a weird night' and `Oscar is lovely' to `I hope my head doesn't hurt too badly in the morning' and `I hope I see him again.' Reasoning that was both fearful and hopeful. Answer: he knew what he wanted. Question: should he? This was a boy, a little kid, and he liked him. Was it the booze talking, combined with horniness from hanging out with a handsome guy all night? Or was it something deeper, more primal, that might be himself wondering what was going on inside his head? Like an angel and a demon both agreed that he should hurry up and decide who he was as person before he never took any really chances. Now, he thought sleepily: that definitely WAS the booze talking. One straight fact came out of this night if nothing else, and that was he wanted to see Oscar again. He still felt the warmth of his small hand in his, smelled his hair on his fingers, the wet hard want, leaking... "I shouldn't, but I want to..." he said right before he fell asleep. END.