Date: Fri, 9 Jul 2021 12:12:19 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: Unexpected Pleasure 3- Baby, Baby, Baby, ooh! This is a story about the developing romance between a straight man, a 10-year- old boy and the boy's father. If you object to male on male, or male on boy, or dad on son sex, please don't read the story. The people in this story are fictional, and the events do not represent or describe anything that has happened to me in my life. I don't approve of, or endorse, any relationship of a romantic or sexual nature between men and underage boys, and if I met somebody that was pursuing such a relationship, I would report them to the authorities. Consider donating to nifty to keep this amazing site going. Ben Highlander ....................................................................... I was supposed to leave back to Johannesburg straight away and just grab breakfast on the road, to be back for a site meeting on one of the developments that we were involved in, but I felt it was too soon to leave. There was an invisible pull towards the last place I had seen Ollie. It was a Saturday and I was hoping he would be at the diner reading comics as I had found him the first time I saw him. I was hungry, but somehow not only for a hearty breakfast, but also for a sight of my Ollie. My Ollie. I picked up on that without any help. I was like a junkie in need of a fix. I drove to the diner and it was early: 06h45 to be exact. It was 6h45, and I was hoping that the rural areas would be as hectically overzealous to make a buck as the City, and open at 7h00. But surely, even if they did, Ollie wouldn't show up until later. To my surprise, they were ALREADY open, so I greeted the proprietor who introduced herself to me as Tannie (aunty) Alie, now that it appeared that I was a regular. It was a family business, she told me in Afrikaans, and they had been there for many years, catering to a crowd that knew them and relied on them for a hearty meal at almost any time of the day. I sat down at "my" booth and grabbed hold of the menu while looking anywhere but at it. I craned my neck to see if anybody in the place resembled Ollie. He was, unfortunately, nowhere in sight. Tannie Alie came over to bring me a cup of boeretroos (literally-- farmer's comfort, meaning coffee) and to take my order and caught me just as I was turning back from looking behind me to see if I could spot him. "Looking for Ollie?" She asked. I blushed all the way into my hairline, and mumbled "Of course not..." She looked at me knowingly and said in Afrikaans, "Don't worry he has a way of creeping into everybody's heart. That's just how he is." I had just ordered a boere-ontbyt (farmer's breakfast--could surely feed several large, overweight farmers) when there was a cloud of dust outside the diner's door and a grinning Ollie did a sliding park with his back wheel landing neatly alongside the diner's wall, where, quaintly, there was a bicycle parking. Of course, people, and mostly kids, still rode bikes here. Anyway, I was less concerned with that and more concerned with the whirlwind that was the smiling Ollie, that set the bell at the door a-tinkle as he all but exploded into the diner, dressed in a thin pair of shorts which only emphasized his perky boy ass and a short T-shirt which barely covered his smooth boy tummy. (I am not used to thinking about boys in this way but I couldn't help myself so once again I decided not to question my feelings and think about it too much). He was barefoot and I could see that his knee was skinned, presumably from a crash he had had on his well-used bike. "Good morning Tannie Alie, good morning Ty" Ty? He just called me Ty! Just like my long-lost friend Bennie had and the fact brought a beaming smile to my already delighted face. "Good morning Ollie, how are you today?" Tannie Alie called from behind the counter. He walked over to me and stuck out his hand to greet me man-fashion as he shot back at the owner over his shoulder: "I'm always well, you know that Tannie!" Without ceremony he plopped himself down opposite me and put his pointy chin on his folded arms, just like the first time. "I'm glad you're here again. I begged my dad to let me come and see. He'll pop in a bit later too". "I'm glad to see you too, Ollie," I said in Afrikaans. I hadn't spoken the language so much in such a short time for ages. The fact that my mom married a Leb (Lebanese) meant that we hardly ever spoke it at home even though she insisted on teaching me to preserve that part of my heritage. "What will you be up to today?" Ollie asked. "I must just have my breakfast and then make my way home," I answered. "I must be at work again later in Jo'burg". (Johannesburg) Ollie's face fell. "But I will be back again sometime soon because we are working here too." The smile slowly made its way back up the beautiful face. Just then, the radio, which had been playing softly in the background, was turned up loud as Justin Bieber's "Baby" came on. Ollie jumped up and grabbed a spoon off the table and began to sing out loud to the hit. He stood next to the booth and sang straight into my eyes. He really threw himself into the song and I felt like a female, teenage groupie at his concert, getting wet between her legs, wishing she were the one he sang to. His eyes pulled me in as he sang the hit at the top of his lungs. "You know you love me, I know you care Just shout whenever, and I'll be there You want my love, you want my heart And we will never ever ever be apart," I noticed that he had lost some teeth on either side of his big front teeth. His new teeth were coming out and would soon be there for life. Just as I was getting lost in his eyes, he turned around and looked at Tannie Alie. He played all out at her and made her giggle out loud. "Are we an item? Girl, quit playing, We're just friends, what are you saying? Say there's another and look right in my eyes My first love broke my heart for the first time And I was like..." Aunty Alie joined in at the top of her lungs, and it was clear this had happened here before! I couldn't help joining in as she motioned to me that I should do so, and Ollie turned to encourage me further. "Baby, baby, baby oooh Like baby, baby, baby nooo Like baby, baby, baby oooh I thought you'd always be mine (mine)" © Christina Milian, The-Dream, Justin Bieber, Ludacris, Tricky Stewart He looked at me when he sang all those words. The whole diner erupted in applause and Ollie took a coy bow, making a big deal of it. But he came to sit down opposite me and I clapped hands as I looked at him. I was still eating my breakfast, and I saw him watch my hands as I brought a piece of sausage to my mouth. "Are you hungry?" "Ja, a bit." I cut a piece of sausage off and held it out to him. He grinned with his delicious lips and gripped my hand as I held the fork out to him, and guided it to his mouth. His pink tongue came out the last two centimeters or so and pulled the morsel in. A bit of tomato sauce (ketchup) remained on his top lip and I instinctively leaned over to wipe it off with my thumb. As I was pulling back Ollie innocently held onto my hand and pulled it to his mouth. He stuck my thumb into his mouth and sucked the red sauce off. I was rock hard under the table as I hastily pulled my hand back and furtively looked around to see if anybody was watching. Nobody seemed concerned and Ollie silently giggled at my embarrassment. "Ty, don't you want to stay today and come and see our farm? We have horses and cows and sheep and chickens. It's just me and my dad that stay there with the workers. It would be so lekker." (Lekker here is "wonderful"--Lekker has a good translation in almost any situation and can be used as a positive adjective almost universally) "What will your dad say, Ollie?" I was confused by why Ollie would want me to spend time with him, while at the same time being taken in by the casual and compelling way he was around me. He wasn't anything but innocent and boyish, but at the same time irresistibly sexy at the same time. (Yes I said it. I know, I am getting myself into such deep shit, it's not even funny!) "It was my Pa that suggested it. He knows I like you and he also took a liking to you when he met you. My dad is a cool guy, so don't worry." He looked me in the eye as if we had a completely natural, mutual understanding. I decided then and there to blow off the site meeting with my demanding boss. "OK Ollie, just hold on while I let some people know." "Yessss!" he said with a fist pump and pulled my plate over to help himself to a piece of toast with apricot jam on it. I just shook my head and grinned. I sent my boss a text message that something had come up and I couldn't be there until Monday. I would have to come up with a reason later if he asked. I also texted my wife and explained that I would have to stay another day because the man I was supposed to meet had let me know there was something else about the property that we were to purchase for the development, that he would like to discuss with me. I felt a bit guilty about lying but decided I would deal with that later. Ollie and I continued to eat from my plate as he made casual conversation about the farm, which reminded me that I had checked out of my Motel, so would have to leave in time to get back to Johannesburg or find somewhere else to stay. It didn't bother me as I was looking forward to some time in Ollie's company. The phone in the diner rang, and Tannie Alie picked it up. "Ollie, it's for you!" The young boy slid out from behind the table and skipped over to the counter where Tannie Alie held the phone, on a loooong cord, out to him. "Ja Pa!" he said. "It's my Pa," he shot over his shoulder to me completely redundantly. He listened for a while and nodded with an occasional "Ja, Pa," put the phone down, and with a smile handed it back to the waiting Tannie Alie. He then skipped back to me and grabbed my hand. "Kom, ons moet gaan." (Come, we have to go). "Why?" I asked, getting up and walking over to the counter to pay my bill. "My father says he needs to sort something out so I must bring you in your car," he answered reasonably, patiently standing by me as I put my change into my wallet. "OK, lead the way." As I walked out I saw his bike and asked him what he was going to do about it. He shrugged and said it was safe there and besides it was locked, so he would get it later. We walked over to my BMW 4x4 and he oohed and ahed about it as I unlocked, opened the passenger door, and ushered him in. As I walked around I could see that he was perched on the edge of the seat looking at the cool interior and the leather seats. When I got in he beamed at me and gushed on about what a beautiful car I had, how fast it must go and then out of the blue, asked if he could drive it. "Drive it?" I exclaimed. "Your feet won't even touch the floor." "Nee bobbejaan (no monkey)," he laughed. "I will sit on your lap." With no further ado he scooted over the hand brake and unceremoniously perched himself on my crotch and put his hands on top of mine on the steering wheel. He leaned back against my chest, which contained my thumping heart, and pretended to be a racing driver, making all the right car noises and well and truly worked his plump boy butt into my now seriously chubbing cock. He seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on me, so I decided to go with it. I know this is how my dad started teaching me and I assumed his dad had done the same. I also knew that the fact that the diner was on the outskirts of the "dorpie" meaning that we would probably be on dirt roads soon enough not to pick up and flack from the authorities. Or that's what I kept telling myself while starting the car, putting it in gear and driving to the slipway onto the road. "Which way," I asked, relishing Ollie's hands on mine as he leaned forward, working my fully erect cock into the crack of his thinly covered boy-butt. He gently guided my hands on the steering wheel in the direction of a left turn and engaged the indicator to turn left, confirming my suspicions that he had done this before. "Ollie, I'm a bit uncomfortable down below," I had to admit because I felt what could only be precum begin to force itself out of my trapped dick. He giggled and hopped up and down to make it even worse. "Don't worry my dad also gets like that when I sit on his lap. I like it. You feel like you're a little smaller than my dad, so don't worry!" As he said that he leaned forward a little and felt along the length of my cock experimentally and gave my balls a squeeze. He took my left hand and guided it around his front and put it on what could only be his stiff little prick that tented the front of his shorts. I hastily pulled my hand back to put it safely on the steering wheel, and he just laughed. "My dad says it's natural for guys to get like this and there is nothing wrong with checking each other out. I like somebody touching me there. It makes me feel lekker," he concluded decisively. The trip went on in this way and I was just enjoying the feeling of having Ollie close. I could smell his clean hair, mixed with a definite musky boy smell, that I recalled from when Bennie and I used to sleep over together. I could see his boy-neck in front of me and my heart fluttered in my chest like a trapped sparrow. I longed to put my lips to his skin and feel the innocent warmth of this enchanting creature and taste his unique flavour. My dick yearned for something it knew not, longed for release in an unknown way and place. I was deeply conflicted, not even letting my mind go to such uncharted territories. Eventually we got to a farm gate, and Ollie jumped out to open it. I used the opportunity to adjust my junk and asked Ollie to sit in the passenger seat to allow myself to regain some of my composure. He just laughed and winked knowingly at me with those magical eyes. They seemed to say something like: "I'll get you later!" We shared a conspiratorial laugh. I couldn't wait.