Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2024 09:36:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Toby Wolf Subject: Miko & Oscar // Chapter 3 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 3 by werewolftoby Just because Oscar's mum had some personal problems didn't mean he would see less of him, right? One weekend, Miko looked out the window and saw the young boy getting in a car with Eve, and them driving off. They didn't come back until the next day. Uncharacteristic for Miko, he actually went out on to the hallway when they returned. "Miko! Hi!" The boy immediately came and gave him a hug. "Oscar, hi mate," he said warmly hugging back. The next flight down he noticed Even struggling up the stairs with some bags. "Hi, oh, let me help you with those," he said and went down to take one of the bags from her so that she could climb the stairs a bit easier. Oscar, meanwhile was trying to get into the flat. "Oh, thanks Miko," said Eve in a huff. It looked like she hadn't slept all night. "The weekend we've had, let me tell you..." Miko let her tell him, listening with a convincing smile as she told: "Just come back from Oscar's dad... he's supposed to have custody every other weekend but as soon as we get there he tells me his car breaks down, so we spend most of the time waiting for a mechanic, then I go to take this one to get something to eat and all we can get is Greggs short notice. Terrible night neither of us slept much, then we..." Miko nodded and nodded... and nodded. It would have been rather rude of him to simply tell the woman that he didn't care about her long story and only wanted to see how Oscar was, so he smiled through closed teeth and nodded again. When the story was over, Oscar had run off into the flat and Eve was stood on her door mat -- Miko on his own -- and he was just looking to leave and get some peace and quiet, but she just kept going, spewing one story out finally only to evolve into something totally unrelated about the state of the bin collection, or complaining about her rent, even convincing him to compare how much he was paying for bills, which he only did to appease her. "Anyway," he said, hooking a thumb. "I gotta get in and take a shower now, so..." "Oh, and I don't even know what I'm gonna do this weekend. I've got to go up to York to get together with my sister for her birthday. I don't want to take Oscar with me all that way but I suppose I don't have much choice. I already know he doesn't want to go all the way up there, either." She paused, frowned, then she stopped before she was just about to close her door. "Hey, Miko I don't suppose..." Before even the words had left her mouth, Miko had the answer "yes," on his lips. Eve gave a crooked smile. "I... didn't even finish..." "I can look after Oscar if you don't want to take him, it's fine." "Would you, really? I'll be away nearly a week, you know... Friday while Tuesday." She looked at him seriously; this was no longer just a neighbour she vented to on occasion but a potential babysitter for her kid. Was she judging whether she could trust him? Whether or not it was too much of an imposition? Or just feeling guilty about pawning off her son on someone when it was HER responsibility? Miko felt her scrutiny, his breath quickened, words wouldn't come out, he just nodded. "Wow, that's... words can't." `For once,' thought Miko. He smiled, "it's no problem." She actually didn't do anything sappy or silly like hugging him or anything, but continued: "You will let me know if you change your mind, yeah? Oscar loves you, wouldn't stop gushing the other week when you looked after him, I'm sure he'd love that if you're up for it." "Ah, really? That's very sweet of him. I like him very much, he's a nice boy. I look forward to it," he said honestly. She said her thanks again before disappearing inside her flat. Meanwhile back inside his place, Miko's heart thudded. He leaned his back against the door and slid down to the floor with a silly grin on his face; was he really doing this? He was going to be looking after the boy for five days in just five days? He had to get ready, prepare the place. Until Friday came, every day felt like a drag; every time he had a moment at work where his hands were free, he thought about it; thought about little Oscar and his cute, innocent smile. And sometimes, when he was alone, he got absolutely ROCK HARD thinking about his warm, pink lips and his hairless boyhood. He kept trying to tell himself not to think like that, not to think this way about this young boy who he liked and who liked him, but in the end he admitted that he had less than wholesome thoughts whenever he thought about him. The night before, Miko tossed and turned. He wanted Oscar so bad that he couldn't take it, couldn't hold it in. He peeled off the sheets and wanked hard while the moonlight cast its cool glow over his sweaty naked body. Moaning, groaning, he thrust his cock up into his hands over and over, slick with wetness, he finally achieved satisfaction -- a satisfaction he hoped would mean he would keep his hands to himself for a while -- and be the responsible adult he felt like he should be. The next day, Miko woke up with a raging hard on. This was not what he wanted, but fuck was he horny. There was no more time to attend to it, he knew he would just have to ignore it and get on with the day. Before it all began, he went to the gym, desperately cruised for cock unsuccessfully, and then he headed home. Not long after he started hearing the noises from next door; Eve was normally very quiet unless she was leaving the flat for a time, and then she made all the noise in the world. It was why he was so surprised that she had a young boy living with her. All these six months never once did he hear or really see anything that even implied a child had been in the building let alone was living next door. Perhaps she just knew how to keep him quiet. `I can keep him quiet' thought Miko, thinking dirty thoughts again: wondering if choking him on his cock would keep him pacified. He actually had a private, filthy little smirk at that idea; laying there naked with the boy suckling on his wet prick like a bottle of milk. Gone were the hesitations of a sane man rejecting his primal instincts; he was an animal -- albeit civilised -- and all animals took what they wanted, when they could take it. Miko went out to assess the commotion that morning. Eve had propped her door open and on the landing was a bag of clothes that she would be taking with her on this week-long trip. Inside there was nothing for a couple of minutes until the young blonde boy came running out holding a little backpack with cartoon characters on it. He came out and at first didn't see the man standing there, but when he did he smiled a little weakly and then came up to hug him. "Miko, hi," he said. Miko didn't allow the boy to hug him just yet -- the erection he'd give him would show up through his grey sweatpants far too easily (and what would that look like?) -- so he would rather wait until they were alone for that kind of thing. Instead, as gently as he could, he bowed his head to make eye contact and said, softly: "Good morning little mate, is your mum inside?" He nodded. "Hmm-mm, she's getting ready." "Oh, okay good. Then maybe you should go back inside and wait for her... don't want her wondering where you are, do you?" The boy shook his head. "Go on then," he said with a smile, nudging Oscar back inside. Miko thought `fuck,' watching him go, watching his cute little arse from behind gave him all kinds of filthy thoughts, which were in turn dashed as the woman appeared from in front of him and then hurried to the door. She didn't seem to notice Miko at first, instead kneeling in front of her son and telling him: "you be good while I'm gone, yeah?" Then she looked over at Miko and mouthed a silent `thank you' to him. "I don't want to come back and Miko to tell me you've been a bad boy, okay? So be good, and behave. If you miss mummy I will phone you every day..." Miko watched with a smile. This was actually surprisingly heartwarming. Eve didn't strike him as a terribly conventional mother. He got the impression she had some form of autism as well, the way she would act somewhat bipolar; one day chatty, unable to shut her up, and other days she'd never leave her flat or even cast Miko a surveying glance. Strange, she was, and no tears were actually shed, but Miko imagined that if they were more conventional both would be in tears right now, clinging to each other. Eve actually left in a hurry -- she'd called a taxi which had been waiting for a while outside -- and barely said a `bye' to Miko before being half way down the stairs. "Phone me if you have any bother," she said. "But I don't have--" Oscar had gone with his mother downstairs and Miko had to quickly slip on his slides and lock his door and rush down to make sure she actually didn't leave without giving him her number. It was pretty warm outside, nearly eleven in the morning and pretty sunny. He found the taxi literally right outside the door where they weren't supposed to park, and Eve busy putting her bags in the boot. Oscar was on her heels, wearing a look of somewhat confusion; did he even understand what was going on right now? Whatever the case, Miko lent a hand to put her bags away and then asked her: "Oh, before you go, I don't actually have your phone number, do I?" Eve laughed and shook her head, reaching into her jeans, she pulled out a pen. "Forget my head if it wasn't screwed on..." then she took her son's arm, and smiled as she scrawled her phone number on the back of little Oscar's hand. "There we go, make sure Miko gets this safely in his phone. I'll be back next week. Miss you baby." "Mummy..." Oscar's eyes began to flood just then. Miko stood back and allowed them a private moment before coming back and telling Oscar: "Right then little mate, shall we say bye to your mum now, she has to go..." Oscar then launched himself at Miko with a big grin. "Miko!" Eve shut herself in the car in a hurry and was already chewing the taxi driver's ear off about where she was going and what she'd be doing before finally the car pulled away. She waved frantically to her son through the window. "Mummy! Bye! Bye!" Miko had to hold on to Oscar to keep him from running after the car, but before too long the car was out of sight and Miko was guiding the little boy back inside the building. "What are we going to do Miko?" He asked. Miko shrugged. "Whatever you want beautiful boy." They held hands all the way up the stairs and went inside Miko's flat. Before Oscar could go off running by himself, however, he found himself caught by the man's arm around his wrist. Looking back, he looked innocently up at him. "No, need to get your mum's phone number off your hand before you go running off, then I want you to take your shoes and your socks off, then we can scrub the ink off your hand, okay?" "Okay!" Said the boy, gleefully. Obviously, Oscar didn't quite get the order of what Miko wanted because he was already sitting down on the stairs and taking his shoes and socks off. It was fine with Miko because he had to grab his phone first, then he returned and took hold of Oscar's hand, enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin on his, while he copied the digits into his contacts, then he kissed his palm, and looked into his eyes. "I'm glad you're here with me, Oscar," he said genuinely. Oscar smiled and held the man's hands, rocked back and forth slightly, and then without even saying anything, threw himself into the hug he'd tried to get earlier, arms around the man's neck and face buried into the crook of his neck. Miko picked the boy up which caused him to start giggling, but he stopped giggling when Miko put him down on the bed. "You and me are going to be sharing this bed, you know, there's only one bed. Do you mind?" Oscar shook his head, big smile on his face. Miko smiled and moaned, "mmm, good." It was so hard for Miko, so hard not to just thrust his tongue down the kid's throat, but he resisted, slowly pressed his hips against his little body instead, rocking back and forth, gratification, frustrating yet so fucking good. "Now, how about you go into the bathroom and wash your hands?" Oscar shrugged, a cheeky smirk appeared. Miko liked that, he licked his lips. "Do I have to ask nicely?" "You'll have to make me..." Miko was stunned at that; Oscar didn't just possess a secret talent for sass, but he also delivered it reeking with sex. The eye contact was very real, and it pierced Miko straight to his balls. They rumbled in response and his cock filled with blood. He liked this, Miko realised; he liked playing games with the man, playfulness mixed with teasing. Deciding that it was now or never, Miko sat up and pulled Oscar up with him, and roughly yanked his shirt off over this head. The boy was giggling and screaming; he obviously never got to roughhouse with a man before, his mother was for sure not the type, and now that he had a man to play with, he became something of a different person. Miko was so hungry to taste his skin, to feel the heat of the boy's smooth hot body under his hands, his mouth, his cock, that he salivated like a starving dog. The boy of course had no idea, all this was to him was a little bit of fun, a game. And as predicted, Oscar looked fucking gorgeous with his shirt off; perfectly sleek and clean. Resisting the urge to rake his nails down his flawless skin, Miko carried Oscar kicking and screaming to the bathroom. "Don't make me throw you in the shower!" "Ahh! Okay!" Oscar finally agreed to wash his hands. When it was over, fuck was Miko hard, constantly tugging at his cock through his sweats, letting the outline show for his new young friend. He usually went commando and now was definitely not exception. However, back in the bedroom, when Oscar lifted at Miko's shirt trying to get him to take it off, he grinned. "Hey, what you trying to do, uh?" Oscar shyly smiled. "Want yours off." Miko thought about playing with this some more; obviously Oscar was curious about a man's body. Apart from the occasional weekend visit with his father, always accompanied by his mother, he doubted Oscar was around too many men, and even less men who were willing to let him see them. So, giving special circumstances, Miko pulled off his shirt. He was lean and toned, and strong, and got off on pulling some flexing poses for the young kid who seemed really, really interested in his body. Miko loved it. It turned him on so much; there was something perverted about getting undressed in front of a young boy, while he was also partially dressed. The exhibitionist in him wanted to get it all off. Wanted him to ogle his cock and balls, touch them, lick them, but he told himself to wait. There was still plenty of time for that. "Do you like my body, Oscar?" Oscar smiled and nodded vigorously. "You look good!" "Why thank you, so do you." Oscar fidgeted, sat on the edge of the bed, pinching the tip of his cocklet through his shorts, now roused from its sleep; he was getting a reaction out of this, out of something he'd never seen before. It excited him in ways both new and developing. Miko breathed heavy. He saw exactly what this was doing. Little boys weren't exactly subtle about their feelings, even if they didn't understand themselves what they felt. "Okay, house rules, Oscar, are you listening?" Suddenly Oscar blinked, surprised, then nodded. "Yeah." "No shoes inside, no shirt, okay?" "Okay!" Miko grinned and ruffled the boy's hair. "Right, upstairs! Go!" Oscar didn't need telling twice, he was up and running up the stairs. Miko bit his lip hard and sat down on the bed. He grasped his cock through his pants and roughly rubbed it raw for a few seconds, enjoying the way it would pulse under his palm. He looked at himself in the mirror, made it flex, then watched with a perverted delight as a steady stream of pre oozed out, leaving a dark stain on the front. He palmed that dark spot, made it nice and sticky, then he licked his palm. "Mmm," he groaned, desperately. "Miko? Can I have some milk?" Came a call from upstairs. Miko whined on the bed, in between sheer lust and self control, he shouted up: "Yeah, babe go on and have some." Then he picked up Oscar's shirt and bright it to his face, sniffed the boy's scent, inhaled it deep. God he wanted him so bad. And he was pretty sure Oscar needed it, too. END.