Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2024 14:05:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Toby Wolf Subject: Miko & Oscar // Chapter 2 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. Chapter 2 by werewolftoby When Miko woke up, he had such a headache, his mouth was as dry as a desert and his stomach floundered in agony and delight; dreams of sex and mystery still lingered until the sunlight broke the fantasy away. "Ohh... my fucking head..." This was why he preferred to party alone in his flat, rather than go out and make a fool of himself amongst his workmates. Though, he didn't remember much of the night, he remembered that things went better than he expected. He stayed out later and drank a lot more. Preferring to have made it home before midnight, he actually came back after it -- a rarity -- a lapse in natural instinct. Even so he woke up with an erect cock and a need to rapidly rub one out. Finding himself fully clothed, however, meant he had to awkwardly shuffle out of his jeans, the action alone which nearly caused him to vomit. So, he decided to just open his pants and work himself. Muddy thoughts followed, he didn't need porn, just his overworked imagination; thoughts of a sexy slim body, hairless, long hair, full pink lips smothering his cock and balls, licking his arsehole. He came with an overdue squirt into his hand. Later that day, Darren looked through the peephole in his flat and saw his neighbour, Eve, and her son, Oscar; giving the woman no more than a cursory glance and privately he smiled to himself, looking at the little boy outside the door, fussing with his hair, speaking loudly. While she was trying to gather her things. It didn't occur to Darren that the boy had always lived there and he simply hadn't noticed before. After all, he never used to notice kids, but this one was different. In fact, this little boy made his stomach knot and his groin swell. It was wrong, he knew it but what else could he do but avoid him? A week had passed before he saw him again. A week of working, going to the gym, and spending his evenings alone; it was a week where he felt lonelier than he realised. That little interaction on the stairs with Oscar the week before had had its effect on him. He drifts through his life now as if he were dreaming the whole thing. Nothing felt solid or real anymore, and, he realised with sadness, there was something missing. His life wasn't complete after all. By freak of chance, though, he was entering his flat at the same time he heard commotion upstairs. "I don't wanna go!" "Well, you've no choice, have you?" Miko recognised the voice of Oscar and Eve arguing at the top of the stairs. He considered turning back and waiting for a few minutes before entering into that awkwardness, but it was four in the afternoon, he'd finished work early and already been to the gym and so had the rest of the day off; he wasn't going to let her bullshit scare him from entering his own place! So, he made a little noise and slowly headed up the stairs carrying his heavy gym bag. "Come on, now. Oscar, put your shoes and coat on..." it sounded like she was through arguing. By the time Miko got to the top of the stairs, the blonde woman had seen him. She was red-faced and stressed-out, standing there waiting for her son to move; he was sat on the floor on the landing, cross-legged and idly staring at the wall. "Hi," he greeted. "Oh, hello," she said, and tried weakly to make her hair stop sticking out like a crazy person by tucking it behind her ear. "How are you doing, you alright? Trying to get him to go anywhere is like pulling teeth. Come on, get up." "Don't wanna go!" "Hm, yes, I'm okay thanks," said Miko, slowing his approach as he unlocked his own door. "I've got a hair appointment in town and this one won't..." she made an attempt to pull the boy up. "I'm gonna be late as it is..." The gears turned in Miko's head, as the lock turned in the door. No, no no, don't... he begged with his mouth not to make the offer. Pleaded with himself to not give in, be strong. If he did this now, he'd never shake her, and without being too mean about it, he just couldn't stand this woman; he found her strange and overly chatty. Still, it would give Miko opportunity to get her out of both his and Oscar's hair for a bit, and maybe she'd be humbled enough by the gesture to give him some space afterwards. Holding in a sigh, he turned and put on a genuine, but shaky smile. "Hey, look if he really doesn't want to go, and you don't want to miss your appointment... I could watch him for a bit." Oscar immediately looked at Miko and beamed a bright sunny smile. "Oh, wow, would you? I couldn't ask..." "No trouble," said Miko. "Yes, Miko!!" Oscar was up on his feet just like that and running AT the man. Managing to stop the inevitable clash, Miko took the boy by his shoulders and held him steady. Fuck. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful and innocent his eyes were looking up at him like that. "I-it's not a problem..." Even breathed a heavy sigh and rubbed her temples in irritation and relief; "Oh, thank you, thank you--thank you--I won't be too long, couple hours at the most. Are you sure it's okay? I really would owe you one big time." "Yes, yes, it's fine. Me and Oscar are already good mates. Get yourself off." She blabbered thanks and promises for another minute or two as she gathered her things. Then she said a hasty goodbye to her son and went off down the stairs. Holding the boy close, there was a gripping nervousness that took hold as he listened to each departing footstep of the woman; butterflies and arousal, he found it hard to control his shaky breathing, and the uncharacteristic twitching of his fingers. Then the boy turned to face him and smiled. "O-okay, Oscar mate, do you wanna come in now?" Oscar maintained a frozen, warm smile and a nod that made his mane shake. Yet he made no move, so Miko stepped back into the flat and held out his hand for him. It seemed suddenly that he was shy. "Come on then, it's okay." Oscar took his hand and allowed himself inside. Miko closed the door and turned to the boy. "Welcome to my house," he said with a chuckle. "It's nice in here," he said. "Not as much rubbish on the floor." Miko had to laugh. Meanwhile sat on the stairs and took off his gym trainers. "Your house isn't very clean, Oscar? Is that what you mean?" "No, my mummy always leaves rubbish bags on the floor and never takes them to the bin," the boy said before sitting next to the man and watching with fascination; his feet, his legs, the muscles in his calves and the hair on his thigh. Miko noticed him watching and flustered a bit. Of course it was normal for a boy to be curious about a man's body, but he was so open about it that, like he was looking at a fish in a fish tank. He wasn't sure how comfortable he was with this interest, though, but he did look at the boy's legs in return. He was wearing black leggings and football socks with football shorts and a shirt. He looked really good. Really good. Trainers off, Miko sat there, coughed, and asked "what do you wanna do, Oscar?" Oscar shrugged, looked up at Miko and sniggered. "Don't know." "That's okay," said Miko, playing with the boy's hair briefly. "Why don't you go through to the living room and look around while I finish getting dressed?" Just like that Oscar was up and went off running into the living room around the corner. "Oh my god," breathed Miko, then whispering: "so fucking cute." It took Miko a minute to take off his gym clothes and change into a pair of sweats and tee-shirt, then he entered the living room. Oscar was in the corner on his knees looking at the shelf of `toys' that he'd set up there for his gaming stuff. He didn't actually play video games too often but he had some merchandise that filled up a space in the room and looked rather nice as display pieces. "You like those mate?" "Hm-mm," Oscar said, handling a little action figure. Miko noticed that Oscar seemed to have concentration issues. He would sometimes stare and be quiet, while studying something like the toy, while minutes later he would forget about it and run over to where Miko was and seem to nearly not see him when he was right in front of him, forcing Miko to gently stop him in his tracks. He figured the little boy must have some kind of ADD or maybe autism. He didn't speak much, except when he did, he was usually very enthusiastic about it, forgetting volume control. It kind of played to Miko's advantage, however, as when he steered him towards to sofa so they could watch tv, he had the opportunity to have the boy lean right into him. There he could press his nose to his head, inhale his sweet boy-smell, and play with his hair, and the kid never even seemed to notice as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. Was this taking advantage? He wasn't doing anything wrong, just enjoying this boy and his company, the quiet, the calm, and the physical sensations of being close to someone. Before too long, the boy too became very affectionate with Miko; laying his head in his lap, fingering at the material of his pants and wriggling comfortably there. Oscar was so easy to trust, so purely nice, that Miko had to move his head at one point because the lump that sprang up was his cock, and it was being snuggled up against by the boy's warm cheek. An erection was fine, could have been caused by anything, but Miko knew exactly what caused it, and he kept telling himself: calm down, do not let him rub you like that, just sit up and go get a water or something. So he did, and again, Oscar didn't seem to much notice, pliable and trusting. Before he knew it, an hour had passed. If Miko made once mistake, it was allowing Oscar to have a sugary drink. "Here," he said, giving him the can. "You thirsty?" "Yeah," he took the drink and nearly drained it in one. "Fuck," he said, imagining how quickly the boy could drain a cock before shaking away the thought and sitting down. Oscar, however, immediately got up and started running around, using the sofa as a trampoline before going back over to the toys for a few seconds and then heading out of the room and into the kitchen. "Wonderful," laughed Miko, finishing his own drink before leaning back. Oscar went into Miko's bedroom. "Wow," he said holding his nose. "Smells in here," he laughed and then ran around tot he pile of clothes that Miko had just taken off. A pile of shorts and shirts and socks, and yes... on top of the pile was the undies that he'd just taken off. Black trunks, with a nice wet white stain on the front. Meanwhile, Miko wondered what was keeping Oscar so long. "Perhaps he went to the toilet," he said, letting the boy have his privacy, he didn't want to smother him too much. When the boy returned a few minutes later, he was just as hyper, just as unfocused, only this time he had returned with a pan from the kitchen and was clanging it against his hand like a drum before he dove on to the floor in front of Miko's feet and started playing his `drums,' looking top and watching tv at the same time. "Ahh, this is why people have kids, eh, cutie?" He asked, but got no response, so he put a foot right on top of Oscar's butt and wiggled him. He smiled: `what a cute little bastard.' Minutes later, Oscar bored of his position and ran off again, leaving the pans on the floor. Miko tutted and picked up the pan. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was messes. He liked to keep things neat and tidy and everything all in their place. But just as he picked it up and headed to the door, Oscar came back running and snatched the pan. "Give it!" He said petulantly. "Oscar, no," said Miko, calmly. Oscar actually tugged quite hard and nearly got the pan back, but Miko remained firm, but gentle. He smiled and kneeled down, touching Oscar's hip. "How about we play something else instead?" "Huh? Like what?" "Well, go sit down and you can find out when I go tidy up, eh?" Oscar stared, then nodded. "Okay." "Good boy," he ruffled his hair then went back to put the pan in the kitchen. When he retuned, he found Oscar sat on the sofa, sat back, kicking his feet, looking half-like he was going through a mental breakdown, and half-like he was just impatient. Miko sat back on the sofa and slung an arm around Oscar's shoulders; to his surprise, Oscar leaned right into him, head buried into his shoulder while Miko handed the boy an xbox controller. And wow. The way he handled the thing like he'd never seen one before? Well... it kinda made it obvious that the boy had never seen one before. It made him a little bit mad. Like, what exactly did his mother give him in terms of playtime? He was like eight or nine but he acted like he was a toddler. Maybe he was just being too judgemental, he thought, so shrugged it off and set about teaching Oscar to play a football game, after all, he seemed to like football going by his uniform and all the footballs left at the bottom of the stairs! He didn't take well to the game at first, showing obvious discomfort; this was all new to him and he didn't like new things, or things that didn't really physically connect. "Maybe this is too difficult for you," Miko suggested, noting the frown on Oscar's face. Instead he put in a fighting game. And that... THAT brightened him up. "You like button-mashing, eh?" He smirked. Oscar was HOOKED. It seemed he was a natural at fighting games. Sure, Miko let him win a couple of fights, but damn did they have fun. Oscar laughed, but you could see he was putting effort into it, using not just his fingers but his arms and indeed his whole body into such simple actions. It was endearing in a way that made Miko just purely fall in love; he loved watching this boy, the way he moved, the way he cheered, the way his little tongue poked out from between his lips when he was really concentrating. When Miko heard the door unlock to the flats, he knew that Oscar's mother had come home. "Right, mate," he said, snuggling up to him one last time. The boy, suddenly, seemed very depressed; he thrust himself right against Miko and nestled into his chest, all joy gone. "Heyy," he comforted warmly, pressing his lips to the top of his head, rocking him in place. "Hey, mate, what's wrong?" Oscar looked upon at him, eyes teary. "I don't wanna go..." then looked away. At that moment Miko heard the door to the opposite flat opening, followed by the sounds of Eve making hard work of such an easy task. "It's okay mate, it's okay, I'll see you again soon," he said really wishing it so. "Really?" Oscar sat up and looked into the man's eyes, threw his arms around Miko, swallowing his tears. Miko smiled back and touched his nose to his. "Of course, beautiful..." At that, Oscar fell against his chest, nuzzling wildly, and Miko gasped, surprised by the sudden show of affection. He had a hard time not crying himself, until then came the knocking at the door and Oscar flew off his lap and ran off for the door. "Hey, wait," said Miko, heated and desperate for more. When he got downstairs, he'd found the little boy had already opened the door and ran out to greet his mother without even saying goodbye. He'd gotten to the door just in time to see her letting him into their place across the hall. She looked a little disheveled, which was surprising considering she'd just been for a hair appointment; her hair looked no different, but her eyes were wide and she looked ravaged. She looked at him. "Oh, hi. Thanks again!" And closed the door behind her. That was strange, he thought. And a shock. Just like that, it was all over. For about five minutes Miko stood there watching through the peephole, desperately wanting the young boy to come back, craving his company, craving the unique child and the effect he had on him. The worst part was the not knowing; not knowing what Oscar thought or felt. He felt that they had a connection, no matter how strange that sounded out loud. It didn't matter, he told himself: he would see him again soon, and then... Then he walked in to his bedroom, determined to have another frustrated, lonely wank, but got the shock of his life. Such a shock in fact that he nearly fell to his knees if he hadn't grabbed the wall in time. His bedroom was in a state. It was obvious that the young boy had trashed his bedroom, gone through his wardrobe, thrown clothes about, tossed his sheets off the bed, even rummaged through his drawers. "What in the world?" Even his underwear had been thrown across the room. Not only that, but it was clear that Oscar had been under his bed, too, as strewn on the floor were Miko's collection of sex toys -- unwashed -- scattered here and there were three different-sized dildos, a pocket pussy, condoms, a tube of lube, and various porn mags. Miko was just... amazed. How could one little boy have found EVERYTHING filthy that there was to find in one man's bedroom? What was even more amazing was that he didn't even seem phased. He came upstairs with pans and was loud and funny, and then still on his sugar-high, he'd played a game with him, never ONCE mentioning all the realistic cocks he'd been fiddling with minutes before. Was this selective memory -- goldfish memory -- or did he really have some sort of problem with retaining attention? Either way, he had no idea that this chaos had happened and unveiled all his secrets all over the floor like this. It was embarrassing, but something told Miko not to worry; Oscar wouldn't tell anyone -- not even his mother -- he seemed to have no idea what he was doing when he did it. Calming down, Miko decided to clean up, but such a shame to put such good dildos away when they were already out, wasn't it? END.