Tim & Nicky Series: Be Careful What You Ask For

By Pink Panther

This is the first of four parts of a new story about Tim and his son Nicky. As usual, the story depicts sexual activities involving adult men and underage boys, some related, some not. If this is not what you want to read, please leave this page now. If, for whatever reason, you are not permitted to read this type of material, please be aware that if you do decide to read it, neither I nor Nifty can be held responsible for the consequences. As always, feedback will be very welcome. Please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Now read on and enjoy!

Part One: The Rude Boy

It was a Saturday afternoon in late September. Unusually, Tim Colton was at a loose end. It's was Nicky's grandma's sixtieth birthday. Celebrations were scheduled to start at lunchtime and would go on until late in the evening. Nicky and his mum Andrea would be there for the duration.

This was fair enough, Tim recognised. Nicky was very close to his grandma, (Andrea's mother) who had helped a great deal by looking after the boy in the years before he started school. The lad wanted to be there, and it was right that he should be.

It meant that Tim and Nicky would miss a meeting of The Syndicate, which was disappointing, but no more than that. Andrea took the bulk of the responsibility for Nicky's upbringing, and Tim knew how important it was that he was seen to be supportive.

As Tim's Year Nine football team had played a match that morning, he had rejected the idea of driving more than twenty miles immediately afterwards. It would have been too much of a rush. On the pretext of having work that he needed to do, he had arranged to join the party in the evening. Although he liked Andrea's family, a few hours in their company would be more than enough.

The football match had gone well, with his team recording a 3 – 1 victory. The boys, who would all turn fourteen during the course of the school year, were, with only a couple of exceptions, too old to interest him in other ways, but that didn't concern him. They were a great group of lads; he'd coached them since he and they had started at the school two years earlier. He thoroughly enjoyed working with them.

He no longer saw much of Shaun. Shaun and Joel were now boyfriends and very much into each other. It was, Tim had decided, time for him to step back and allow them to get on with it. They still visited the apartment occasionally to hang out with Nicky, but even that was less frequent than it had been.

After the party, Tim could have taken Nicky back to his apartment. But as he would then have to return the lad to his mother's house by the following lunchtime, Tim had dismissed the idea. It would look odd, and that would never do; maintaining appearances was crucial. And so, on this one special weekend, Nicky would not be visiting his daddy's apartment.

Tim did indeed have work to do. As Head of English at a large and successful secondary school, he invariably did. However, it wasn't anything he couldn't easily accomplish the following morning.

With Saturday afternoon stretching in front of him, his time was his own. He made the obvious choice. After a light lunch, he gathered his swimming things and drove to the pool. This would provide him with some much-needed exercise, while enabling him to scope out some of the cute boys that visited the place for the kids' splash session.

Although, in his experience, the youngsters were all quite inaccessible, he enjoyed admiring their wonderfully smooth bodies. Occasionally, he even got to see one naked, either in the showers or the changing area. In the absence of anything more exciting to do, it would be an agreeable way to spend his time.

Arriving at the pool, he bought a ticket and headed into the male changing area. With lockers lining two walls, the accommodation consisted of an open area with benches and hooks, plus around twenty cubicles. At that moment, it was deserted.

As he invariably did, Tim parked his swimming things in the open changing area and began to undress. After a couple of minutes, he was joined by five boys whom he guessed to be twelve or thirteen. To his disappointment, they all disappeared into separate cubicles.

Tim promptly forgot about them and continued what he was doing. Suddenly, a husky treble voice piped up from a cubicle close to where he was standing.

"I'm a rude boy! Suck my dick!"

Tim was immediately on high alert. The owner of the voice was clearly showing off to his mates. A cheeky, daring boy, he'd say and do things that his companions wouldn't. As an experienced teacher, Tim had come across a number of boys like that. But might there be more to it?

He was just considering what to do when the voice piped up again: "I'm a rude boy! Suck my dick!"

This time Tim was ready, going immediately into schoolteacher mode.

"Young man!" he announced, loudly enough for everyone to hear. "You should be careful what you ask for. You might just get it!"

There was giggling from several of the adjoining cubicles. The other boys' daring, cheeky friend had been given his answer.

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In the privacy of his cubicle, twelve-year old Michael was excited, his penis beginning to stiffen. He was fascinated by dicks: his own, other boys', even those of adult men. He really did want to have his dick sucked. If any of his friends had been willing to do it for him, he'd have been more than happy to return the favour. Whether he'd want to suck an adult's, he wasn't so sure.

But allowing any of his friends to know that he wasn't just joking around was too big a risk. In all probability, he'd be denounced as gay. He might not be actively bullied, but the other boys wouldn't want to hang out with him anymore. In reality, his daring, mildly outrageous behaviour was a defence strategy, a smokescreen to prevent the other boys from realising what his real interest was.

But who was it who had answered him so sharply? An adult, certainly. More than that, he couldn't say. And what did it mean? Was it simply a warning to be taken at face-value, or was it, in fact, a veiled offer to do what he'd asked for? He didn't know, but was eager to find out.

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Out in the open changing area, Tim took his time, carefully folding his clothes before putting them into his locker. Although he knew he couldn't delay for too long, he was keen to get a look at the boy who'd made these indecent suggestions.

Was he cute enough to be worth a little more attention? If he was, the youngster's body language would be crucial. Would the lad look him in the eye? If he wouldn't, that would be the end of it. And if he did, what message would he convey?

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Having donned his swimming shorts, Michael packed his things into his bag and opened the door to his cubicle. Immediately, he saw the man just a few feet away. He was doing some stretching exercises.

Michael realised that they'd seen him briefly when they came in. The guy was around thirty and six feet tall, with medium length brown hair and a lean, trim physique. Not bad at all, Michael considered.

The man was looking at him. Instinctively, Michael gave him a cheeky grin. In response, the guy smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling. He certainly didn't look angry or disgusted. The boy sensed that if he stayed with it, something interesting might happen.

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After continuing his stretching exercises for a further minute or so, Tim followed the boys into the pool. He was elated. The `Rude Boy' was a fraction over five feet tall, with shaggy fair hair, blue eyes and a body that was slim without being skinny. Although nothing exceptional, he was a nice-looking lad.

Even better, the youngster had met his gaze with a cheeky grin on his face. The lad's reaction could hardly have been more positive! Keen not to make things too obvious, Tim had responded with the faintest of smiles, which he was sure that the lad had seen.

It was now a waiting game. The biggest challenge would be to get the `Rude Boy' away from his friends. Tim wasn't sure that he'd be able to do that, but the thought didn't deter him. Even if he didn't succeed in his quest, the chase would be fun.

In between swimming lengths, he kept an eye on the boys, who were in a roped-off area, playing on floating mats. The `Rude-Boy' was the group clown, entertaining his friends, and getting told off by the lifeguard for becoming too boisterous.

After a while, the boys moved to take turns on the diving boards, giving Tim an opportunity to test the waters a little further. Aware of the need to stay under the radar, he completed two more lengths before climbing out of the pool to join them.

As Tim waited to take his turn, the `Rude Boy' turned and spotted him, grinning slightly before turning away again. There was no longer any doubt. The lad was definitely interested, and he knew that Tim was interested. As a bonus, Tim was sure that none of the other boys had noticed a thing.

Only one of the five boys could dive, Tim observed. The others simply jumped in. Now it was his turn. Keen to create a good impression, he dived in proficiently, entering the water with hardly a ripple.

A little later, the boys returned to the roped-off area and resumed playing on the floating mats. Tim decided to stay where he was, the diving boards providing him with a good vantage point from which to observe what the youngsters were doing.

In fact, they were doing very little. Tim guessed that they were tired and unlikely to stay much longer. Climbing onto the spring board to take another dive, he realised that they were preparing to leave.

As soon as he had completed his dive, Tim swam to the side, hauled himself out of the pool and followed them. As the boys strolled towards the changing area, the `Rude Boy' glanced over his shoulder. Noticing Tim, he diverted into the toilets. None of his friends went with him.

Tim's pulse quickened rapidly. Although it wasn't without its risks, he couldn't miss a chance like this. Following the lad into the toilets, he looked around, observing that both the stalls were unoccupied. So far, so good.

At the far end from the stalls were three individual urinals. The boy was stationed at the one closest to the wall. Noiselessly, Tim moved to the one at the other end of the row. Pulling down the front of his trunks, he glanced across. The youngster was stroking a little over four inches of extremely hard, uncut cock. Directly above it, a few tiny pubes were just beginning to sprout. Very nice!

"When we leave," the lad whispered. "Wait for me. I'll come back! Give me fifteen minutes, yeah?"

"Cool!" Tim responded. "I'll be in the car park. Black Audi A4."

Pulling up his shorts, the boy disappeared. Cautious as always, Tim waited thirty seconds before following him. He was buzzing! Although he'd had sex with a good number of preteen boys, he'd never picked up one like this.

By the time he got back to the changing area, the boys had disappeared into the cubicles. With time to kill, Tim collected the shower gel from his locker and positioned himself under the relaxing warm water, his brain awash with ideas about what might happen.

As the youngsters noisily made their way out, Tim was standing by his locker, towelling himself dry. Taking his time, he put on his clothes, packed up his swimming things and strolled out to the car park.

After stashing his bag in the back of the Audi, he checked the time. It was nearly half past three. The boys had left the pool a good five minutes earlier, which meant he should have no more than ten minutes to wait. But he was in no hurry. He could cut the lad a little slack if he didn't make it back right on the dot.

As it was a pleasant afternoon, he waited by the car rather than in it. Just a few minutes later, he saw the youngster trotting towards him. Tim's heart leapt. The boy had actually come back, just as he'd said he would.

"Are you up for sucking my dick, then?" the lad asked cheekily.

"Sure!" Tim said nonchalantly. "Come on then! In you get!"

"Where are we going?" the boy asked, settling himself into the front passenger seat.

"My flat," Tim said casually. "Don't worry; it's not far. What's your name?"

"Michael."

"Hi, Michael, I'm Tim. How did you get into doing this?"

"I've seen stuff on the internet."

"So, have you actually done anything before?"

"Well, I wank off, like, all the time, but I've never done stuff with anyone else. All my mates are into girls."

"And you're not?"

"Nah! I like guys!"

"That's cool! But don't believe everything your mates say. They may all be into girls, of course. But there might be one who's just saying that because he doesn't want to get labelled."

"Yeah, I guess."

"How old are you, Michael?"

"Twelve; I'll be thirteen in November."

"That's about what I thought," Tim said, smiling.

A couple of minutes later, he swung the Audi onto the car park outside his apartment block, and brought it to a halt.

"Okay," he announced. "This is it!"

Getting out of the car, he led Michael into the building. They took the lift to the seventh floor. After crossing the landing, he ushered the lad into his flat. Michael looked around in wonder, the high-end, ultra-modern apartment totally different from what he was used to.

"Nice place you've got!" he breathed.

"Yeah, I like it," Tim said, smiling. "I'm very lucky to have somewhere like this. Would you like a drink?"

"Please!"

Wandering into the kitchen, Tim poured them each a glass of coke. Thirsty after his earlier exertions, Michael polished his drink off in seconds.

"Okay, then?" Tim enquired.

The boy grinned and nodded. Tim led him to the master bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"Shoes and socks off," he instructed.

As soon as Michael had discarded his footwear, Tim helped the lad to remove his hoodie and his t-shirt. With the boy naked from the waist up, Tim gently ran his hands down the twelve-year old's back, savouring the silky smoothness of the youngster's milky-white skin.

Michael was almost breathless with excitement. He found the man's touch electrifying, his penis throbbing and tingling in his underpants.

"Are you getting naked too?" he asked.

"Of course," Tim assured him.

"Come on then!"

Tim obligingly pulled off his rugby shirt.

"You're sort of a bit hairy, but not really hairy," Michael commented.

"And is that okay?

"Yeah, it's cool!"

Sitting on the side of the bed, Tim undid the button at the top of Michael's jeans and pulled down the zip. As they fell down around the youngster's ankles, Michael quickly removed them, leaving him dressed only in a pair of red and white striped boxer briefs. They weren't anything fancy, Tim noted. None of Michael's clothes were.

Licking his lips, Tim ran his fingers over the boy's cotton-clad erection. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he quickly skinned the skimpy briefs right down the youngster's legs. Michael casually kicked them off.

Taking a deep breath, Tim admired his prize. Naked, Michael was pretty special. His uncut penis, ramrod-straight, and with around half the head exposed beyond the lad's foreskin, was absolute perfection. Leaning forwards, Tim took it into his mouth. Very slowly he worked his way down until he was sucking it right down to the root.

Michael was in ecstasy. He knew that he wanted to have his dick sucked. He knew he'd enjoy it, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would feel as good as this! After a couple of minutes, Tim let him go.

"Aren't you going to make me cum?" Michael queried.

"Sure, but not yet. We've got loads of time." He got to his feet. "Right!" he announced. "Your turn now!"

Sitting where Tim had been, Michael pulled down the man's Levi jeans and Calvin Klein trunks, a far cry from the sort of clothes his parents could afford to buy him.

Tim's legs were hairier than his upper body, Michael observed. They were beautiful though, firm and trim, with some nice muscle definition. Although not skinny by any means, the guy didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on him. He was seriously fit!

Holding it between his thumb and his first three fingers, Michael rather nervously ran his hand along Tim's erect penis, working from root to crown. It felt amazing; hard, hot and throbbing with pent-up energy.

"That's big, man!" he breathed.

At 17cm (6.7") long and 12.5cm (5") around, it was in reality only a little above average, but to Michael's inexperienced eyes, it looked huge.

"Do I have to suck it?" he asked nervously.

"Just give it a try," Tim suggested. "Put the head in your mouth, but don't try to get too far down."

Rather apprehensively, Michael complied. He found it very difficult. Opening his mouth as wide as he could, he could barely get the head inside, and certainly wouldn't be able to get down much further.

Tim recognised the problem immediately. Unlike his son Nicky, sucking daddy-cock was not going to be Michael's strong suit.

"Well done!" he said quietly, running his fingers through the twelve-year old's shaggy locks. "You can leave it there. You can try a bit more another time."

Carefully keeping his teeth out of the way, Michael let him go, relieved that he had not been required to do more. He was smitten. Tim wasn't just very sexy; he was probably the nicest guy he'd ever met.

"Okay, come in here!" Tim instructed, ushering the boy into his wet-room.

"Are we having a shower?" Michael queried.

"Yes," Tim confirmed, turning on the hot water. "As you didn't have one after swimming, you actually need one. You're covered in chlorine. But there is another reason we're in here; you'll see! You're going to enjoy this!"

Squeezing shower gel into both hands, he began to massage it into Michael's smooth, firm body.

"Oh, yeah!" Michael exhaled. "Oooh! That feels amazing!"

Tim wasn't surprised. Over the previous six months, he'd given this treatment to several boys. There wasn't one who hadn't come back for more.

After rinsing the lather off Michael's boy-parts, Tim knelt on the wet-room floor. Taking the twelve-year old's hard prick fully into his mouth, he began to suck. Michael's brain almost exploded. The blow-job he'd been given earlier had been fantastic. This one was even more exciting, the intensity of the suction right off the scale.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped, so turned-on, he could hardly stand up. "Ohh!"

Anxious not to allow the boy to cum too soon, Tim let him go.

"Told you!" he said, grinning up at him.

"Ohhh!" Michael repeated, struggling to comprehend what was happening.

Sensing that he was on a roll, Tim pressed on.

"Bend over the toilet!" he ordered.

Michael was so excited, he'd have probably done anything Tim asked of him. Turning around, he complied without question, resting his hands on the seat.

With the shower still running, Tim moved around behind. He sucked in air. Michael had a beautiful little bottom; the least he was going to do was to lick the lad out. Pressing his tongue against the youngster's virgin rosebud, he set to work.

Within seconds, Michael was moaning with pleasure, overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations. In response, Tim pressed harder, forcing his tongue right inside. The boy's moaning became even louder.

Tim began to wonder how far he might be able to go. There was only one way to find out. Picking up the jar of Astroglide, he liberally coated his first two fingers. Gently but firmly, he inserted his index finger into Michael's anus. There was a little squeal, barely more than a squeak.

After a few seconds, he pushed in a little deeper, Michael emitting a few quiet whimpers. Tim read them as warning signals. This, he concluded, was about as far as he'd be able to get, at least for today. He'd withdraw his finger and suck the lad off, just as he'd promised. He'd then drop him off near his home, hopefully with an agreement for them to meet again.

But that was not what happened. Quite by accident, he encountered the boy's prostate.

"Ohhh!" Michael gasped, his penis twitching and tingling, a bolt of electricity shooting through it.

Instinctively, Tim began to finger-fuck the lad. Moaning deliriously, Michael was almost begging for more. Tim inserted a second finger. After a gasp and a squeal, the moaning returned. Working them in and out, Tim twisted his digits around, loosening the youngster's anal ring.

There was only one place left to go. It seemed a very big step; not one he'd expected to take with a lad who'd never been with anyone before. But taking a cute preteen's cherry was Tim's ultimate ambition, and one that he'd yet to fulfil.

He'd passed up the chance to do that with Nicky, allowing Shaun to do it instead. With the ten-year old being so slim and tight, it had been the right decision. By comparison, Michael's bum was soft and pliable, the lad's anal ring having opened up far more readily than he'd expected. He was so close. Carpe diem!

Allowing his fingers to slide slowly out, Tim smeared Astroglide over his penis. Guiding it onto the twelve-year old's starfish, he held it around the base and pushed hard. After resisting for a second or so, the boy's ring of muscle suddenly relented. He'd done it!

"Ohhhh!" Michael protested, far louder than he had previously.

The boy was shocked out his reverie, his erection having completely disappeared. Tim's cock was up his bum! That wasn't supposed to happen! It hurt! He tried to pull away but to no avail. The man's hands were around the tops of his thighs. He was going nowhere.

"Just relax!" Tim said soothingly. "You've done the hard part. The more you relax, the better it's going to feel."

Reaching down, he took hold of the youngster's flaccid penis, gently fondling it. Very slowly, it came back to life.

"Good boy!" Tim purred.

After a couple of minutes, Michael's starfish began to relax.

"Okay," Tim said quietly. "Now push out like you're having a shit."

Placing his right hand back around the top of Michael's thigh, he began to push in deeper. Very steadily he reamed the twelve-year old's virgin tunnel, savouring every nuance and contour.

He thrust over the boy's prostate, Michael's penis twitching wildly in response. A few seconds later, he bottomed out, his pubic bone pressed tight against the youngster's bottom. He paused for a moment, enjoying the tight little sheath that was gripping his rampant prong. Finally, he took a deep breath. It was time.

Michael felt the man's cock slowly withdraw, until, with little more than the head still inside, it drove back in again. He was being fucked. He'd seen it on the internet.

But contrary to everything he'd believed, the sensations were the wildest and most exciting of all. It still hurt, but the pain was countered by feelings of indescribable pleasure. And with Tim's dick thrusting repeatedly over that hard, knobbly spot deep inside him, his penis was throbbing and tingling all by itself.

"Ooohhhh!" he moaned, sounding almost delirious. "I wanna cum!"

"You will, don't worry!" Tim reassured him. "This won't take long!"

He knew that the lad might ejaculate totally hands-free; there was nothing he could do about that. Spurred on by the erotic sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin, Tim redoubled his efforts, remorselessly pounding the youngster's boy-hole.

His orgasm hit him like a runaway train. Tightening his grip on the twelve-year old's thighs, he thrust right in. His cock jerked violently, volley after volley of thick, creamy semen spurting deep into the twelve-year old's tunnel.

"Ohhhh!" Michael groaned. "You're spunking up my bum!"

Suddenly, it was over. After a few seconds, Tim slowly withdrew.

"Turn around!" he instructed.

Very gingerly, Michael stood up. His bum was sore, but he didn't care. It was messy too. He didn't care about that either. He'd just had the most amazing experience of his life and he needed to cum.

Turning to face his host, he found the man where he'd been to start with, kneeling on the floor, his mouth open, his tongue extended.

Holding the man's head, Michael guided his prick into the waiting orifice, fucking it aggressively. It only took a few seconds, little jets of watery boy-juice squirting onto the man's tongue. Very carefully, he eased himself away.

"Mmmmmm!" Tim purred, licking his lips. "You make beautiful spunk!"

He got to his feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked, turning off the shower.

"Yeah," Michael responded quietly.

"You were amazing!" Tim said, smiling warmly. "I guess you enjoyed it more than you thought you would."

"Yeah! I never thought I'd like taking it up the bum."

"You'd better sit on the loo, yeah?"

Michael did as Tim suggested. Afterwards, Tim gently wiped the youngster's bottom before drying him with a large, fluffy towel. Returning to the bedroom, they began to pull on their clothes.

"Do you want to see me again?" Michael asked.

"Sure, if you're up for it. When were you thinking of?"

"I could meet you one evening."

"Great! How about Wednesday?"

"Yeah, that's cool. Can you pick me up outside the leisure centre?"

"Sure! Is seven o'clock okay?"

"Yeah, no problem," Michael answered giving Tim another cheeky grin. "I'll be there!"

"If you can meet me again next Saturday," Tim suggested, "without your mates, of course, my son will be here. I know he'd like to meet you."

"Your son? I thought you were gay!"

"While I was at uni, I decided to have a go at swinging the other way," Tim explained. "Nicky's mum and I lived together for a couple of years. He was a sort of happy accident. Well, it was okay, but I knew it wasn't really me, so after graduation, we split up. We're still friends though. She looks after Nicky during the week. I have him at weekends and school holidays. It seems to work!"

"So where is he today?"

"Attending his grandma's sixtieth birthday party."

"Boring!"

"It shouldn't be too bad," Tim said, smiling, "There will be a few other kids there." He pulled out his phone. "Here he is," he added, pulling up a picture. "This was taken a few months ago."

The picture showed a slim, blond-haired boy dressed in his school uniform at what looked like a school sports' day.

"He's cute!" Michael said, grinning.

"Yes," Tim agreed. "I think so too. But I would say that; I'm his dad."

"My dad doesn't say nice things about me!" Michael retorted, his tone betraying a hint of bitterness.

Tim winced. He'd suspected that the boy's home-life wasn't great. Michael had just confirmed it.

"How old is he?" Michael asked.

"He'll be eleven in three weeks' time."

"And he's into, you know, all this stuff?" Michael queried, his eyebrows shooting up.

"Yeah, he loves it."

"Fuck! Does he take it up the bum?"

"Absolutely! And before you ask, yes you can. He'll want you to."

"Jesus!"

"No," Tim quipped. "He won't be here."

"Smart-arse!"

Tim laughed. Michael wasn't just very sexy; he was bright and had lots of spirit. What was there not to like? With Shaun and Joel slipping out of the picture, Michael would be the perfect replacement.