Tim and Nicky's Easter Break

By Pink Panther

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Chapter One: Nicky's New Friend

Tim Colton checked his watch. The time was quarter to five.

"Okay lads!" he called. "That's it for this season. In you go!"

Picking up the net of footballs, he accompanied his charges back to the changing rooms.

"Just sit down for a moment," he instructed.

The boys quickly came to order.

"Well done, everybody!" he said warmly, surveying his squad of twelve and thirteen-year olds. "You've listened, you've done what I've asked you to do, and as a result you've had a good season. So enjoy the summer and we'll get back to it in September."

"Thanks Sir!" the boys chorused.

"Anyone want a shower?" Tim asked.

There were no takers. Tim regretted that boys were no longer required to shower before going home, but that was how it was. Occasionally, when the pitch was wet and muddy, he was able to cajole at least some of them into doing so, but on this day in late March, the pitch had been firm and dry. Within a few minutes, the lads were on their way.

Retreating into the inner sanctum of the staff changing room, Tim sat down. He'd been a boy-lover since he was twelve, but being good at sport and popular with the girls, he'd managed to keep it hidden. It was, however, one of the main reasons he'd decided to teach. Having done outstandingly well in his first post, at the age of twenty-eight, he had been appointed as Head of English at St Joseph's Roman Catholic Boys' High School.

Upon taking up his appointment, he'd also taken on the school's Year Seven football team. When they had moved up into Year Eight, he had continued to look after them. But with the Easter holidays about to begin, their second season together was now at an end.

Within a few weeks of him starting at St. Joseph's, Tim had connected with a lad called Sean Fitzpatrick, a member of the football team who was also in his Year Seven English class. Without either of them saying it out loud, they had both soon recognised that they were on the same wavelength. Tim had been surprised to discover that Sean was already an experienced performer, the lad having lost his cherry at the age of ten.

There was a knock on the staff changing room door. Tim opened it. As arranged, Sean was there. Tim quickly ushered him inside, locking the door behind them. Sean immediately took off his school blazer, hanging it on a vacant hook.

"Come here!" Tim ordered, resuming his seat.

With the lad standing in front of him, Tim untied the drawstring at the top of the boy's football shorts and carefully pulled them down. As they fell around his ankles, Sean pulled up his top, exposing his skimpy white briefs.

"Did Connor fuck you this morning?" Tim asked, referring to Sean's older brother.

"Connor fucks me every morning," Sean responded.

Tim ran his hand over the front of the lad's underpants, delighting in the hardness of his erection. Drawing the elastic away from the boy's body, Tim skinned the skimpy garment down the youngster's slim but nicely muscled legs, exposing the thirteen-year old's uncut, near five-inch penis, the boy's pee-hole just visible beyond his foreskin. Tim sat back, licking his lips. Sean was a good-looking lad, nothing exceptional but still very nice.

"Your pubic hair's starting to come in," Tim commented.

"Yeah," Sean acknowledged. He paused for a moment. "I had my first fuck last night," he announced proudly.

"Really? And who was that with?"

"My cousin Rory. We were at Granddad's house. He asked me to take Rory's cherry."

"And?"

"It was wicked! I shot my spunk right up him."

"And was he okay with it?"

"Yeah. I mean, we'd got him ready and he knew it was coming. He's seen me being fucked several times."

"So how old is he?"

"He's eleven. He'll be coming here in September."

"Really? I'll have to look out for him."

"Yes sir. His name's not Fitzpatrick though. It's McConnell."

"Right! So did your granddad fuck him as well?"

"Not right then sir, but Rory was staying the night, so he'll have taken Granddad's a couple of times by now."

Stimulated by the conversation, Tim leaned forwards, devouring the youngster's cock. He sucked it eagerly before running his tongue over the small shiny head. Sliding his hand between Sean's thighs, he gently massaged the boy's perineum, slowly working his way back until he was tickling the lad's rosebud. After a couple of minutes, he eased himself away.

"Mmmm!" he purred, licking his lips. "You taste wonderful! Okay, you know what to do."

Sean knelt on the floor. Reaching out, he unbuttoned the flies of his teacher's shorts and took out the man's thick six and a half inches. Holding it around the base, he took it into his mouth and began to suck, slowly working his way down until he was taking it right into his throat.

Relaxing in his chair, Tim basked in the wonderful sensations. The lad's brother and grandfather had taught him exceptionally well, he reflected, so well in fact, that after less than a minute, his orgasm was getting uncomfortably close.

"Okay," he said quietly. "You'd better stop now."

Sean obediently let him go. Without a word, they both stood up. With his feet shoulder-width apart, Sean bent over the chair, his hands resting on the seat. Tim knelt down behind. Parting the youngster's bum-cheeks, he worked his tongue into the lad's anal ring.

"Hmmmm!" he growled. "You've still got Connor's spunk inside you!"

"Yes sir," the boy admitted.

"So are you ready for my cock?"

"Yes sir!"

Getting to his feet, Tim smeared K-Y over his throbbing prick. Moving in close, he guided it onto the thirteen-year old's starfish. After taking a deep breath, he drove it in, impaling the lad with a single thrust.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he demanded.

"Oh, yes sir!"

Within seconds, Tim was giving the boy a good, hard fucking. From what Sean had told him, it seemed that the boy's brother and grandfather were both smaller than he was, with the result that the lad was still beautifully tight. For his part, Sean was in ecstasy. Although a couple of his granddad's friends were as big as Mr Colton, he only saw them occasionally. In any case, they were older and didn't fuck him as hard as his English teacher did.

"Oh sir!" he begged. "Play with my cock! Please!"

Tim, however, had other ideas. Holding the teenager around the tops of his thighs, he fucked him even harder.

"Right!" he declared. "Now take my spunk, you naughty boy!"

With his balls churning into action, he thrust in as deep as he could. His cock pulsed wildly, three volleys of man-cream spurting into the youngster's bum. Sean was desperate. The man would have only had to touch his cock to have made him cum. As it was, he'd been left teetering on the edge. After a few seconds, the invading penis gently withdrew.

"Stand up and turn around," Tim ordered.

Sean did as he was asked, finding his English teacher kneeling in front of him, his mouth open, his tongue extended. Plunging his cock into the waiting orifice, Sean eagerly fucked his teacher's mouth, little jets of boy-cum squirting onto the man's tongue. A few seconds later, he eased himself out.

"Beautiful!" Tim enthused, licking his lips again.

"You always used to play with my cock while you were fucking me," Sean complained. "I loved that!"

"Back then you couldn't cum," Tim reminded him. "These days you make beautiful spunk! It seems such a shame to waste it."

"Fair enough," Sean responded, giving his teacher a wry grin.

Given the choice, he preferred to cum while being pounded, but ejaculating in his teacher's mouth had been almost as good, and the man had given him an amazing fuck. They began to get dressed.

"What are you doing next Tuesday?" Tim enquired.

"Nothing much," Sean told him.

"Can you meet me outside the Bull's Head at ten o'clock? You know where it is, don't you?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, I'll see you there! Don't be late. You'll find it more than worth your while."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following afternoon, school finished for the Easter holidays. At four o'clock, Tim set out to drive to his ex-partner's house. During his university days, he and Andrea had lived together. Their union had produced a son, Nicky, who was now ten years old. A short time later, after they'd graduated, Tim and Andrea had split up. Andrea became Nicky's primary carer, the boy staying with Tim at weekends and during school holidays.

The arrangement worked well for everyone, especially on this occasion as it would enable Andrea and her latest squeeze to spend ten days in the Canary Isles, without a ten-year old boy to cramp their style.

Arriving at Andrea's place, Tim rang the bell. Moments later, the door flew open, a bundle of energy hurling itself into Tim's arms.

"Hello, Daddy!" it greeted.

"Hi, Nicky!" Tim answered. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, Daddy!" the boy enthused.

"Right! We'd better go and collect your things and say goodbye to Mummy."

They strolled back into the house.

"Hi, Andrea!" Tim greeted warmly. "Looking forward to your holiday?"

"Definitely!" she responded. "I really need a break."

"Absolutely," Tim agreed. "You've got a responsible job as well as having to look after this young rascal; that's a tough gig."

"Won't you get bored?" she queried. "Having him under your feet for two weeks?"

"Not at all!" Tim assured her. "This is my time to be daddy. I don't do it enough."

"So what have you got planned?"

"It'll depend a bit on the weather, but there are a few trips I'd like to do: The Natural History Museum, maybe a theme park or two, plus a couple of films. In between, we'll go swimming together, walking together, that sort of thing."

"Well, you seem to have it all worked out," she said, smiling. "I'd better let you go."

"I'll bring him back a fortnight on Sunday," Tim said quietly. "We'll get here about half past twelve."

"That's fine! I'll have lunch ready for one o'clock."

While Nicky donned his backpack, Tim picked up the lad's suitcase and followed his son to the car. At 4'7", Nicky was tall for his age, and slim, with long, coltish legs and a small but nicely-rounded bottom. His wavy blond hair was trendily styled, almost completely shaved off at the sides and the back while the top had been left au naturel. It suited him perfectly. With bright blue eyes, elfin-like features and a mischievous smile, in Tim's eyes the lad was a boy-lover's dream.

He had been careful not to mention the other things that he and Nicky would get up to. He'd first touched the boy sexually the previous summer. Eroticising him had been easy. Nicky, adventurous by nature and a born snuggle-bunny, had taken to it like a duck to water. Over the following months, Tim had introduced the lad to different ways in which they could enjoy themselves, with the result that his son had become an accomplished and enthusiastic cock-sucker.

In the days ahead, Tim's main objective was to complete Nicky's initiation. If things went well, he'd deflower the boy himself, probably on the Sunday evening. If not, he'd wait until Tuesday morning and get Sean to do it.

He glanced across. Nicky was wearing the knee-length grey cargo shorts that he wore for school; rather unflattering, Tim thought. The lad would take them off as soon as he arrived at the flat and not wear them again until he went home. Nicky's suitcase would contain several more pairs of knee-length shorts, Tim reminded himself, some for going out in; others for swimming. The boy probably wouldn't wear any them. There'd be jeans and boxer shorts too. He wouldn't wear those either.

Back at his flat, Tim kept short, snug-fitting shorts, skimpy white underpants and black speedos for Nicky to wear when he visited, although when they were indoors, the youngster spent much of the time naked. Knowing that the boy's mother would not have approved, either of the nudity or of the way he dressed when he and Tim were out together, they'd been careful to make sure she didn't find out.

As soon as they arrived, Nicky dragged Tim into the master bedroom.

"Come on, Daddy!" he urged. "You know what I want!"

Tim grinned, the hard little bulge at the front of his son's shorts spelling out exactly what the boy needed. They set about undressing each other. There was no ceremony. Nicky wanted to have full access to his daddy's body, and for his daddy to have full access to his. In less than a minute, they were both naked, their clothes scattered on the floor. They snuggled up on the bed, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"Oh Daddy," Nicky whispered, running his hand up Tim's rampant shaft. "I haven't had this for a whole week."

Snaking around, he took it into his mouth and began to suck.

"Easy, Tiger!" Tim said soothingly, running his fingers through his boy's thick blond hair. "I don't want to cum yet!"

Letting him go, Nicky grinned mischievously. For a moment, Tim admired the ten-year old's slim, three-inch penis, a tiny nozzle of foreskin projecting just beyond the tip.

"Okay," he announced, holding it between finger and thumb. "My turn now!"

He devoured it in an instant, finding it to be steel-hard, as only a preteen boy's can be, and throbbing with the youngster's heartbeat. Running his hand up the inside of his son's thigh, Tim began to stroke the lad's perineum, his fingers slowly working their way back until he located the ten-year old's rosebud.

"Daddy!" Nicky moaned. "That feels wicked!"

"Get on all fours," Tim ordered. "There's a good boy!"

Nicky quickly got into position, his knees apart, his bum pushed well back, his head and shoulders down on the mattress. Kneeling behind, Tim separated the lad's bum-cheeks, his tongue lapping eagerly at the youngster's starfish. He pushed it inside.

"Oooooh!" Nicky groaned.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"I've got some new toys to use on you," Tim said.

Opening the drawer of the bedside cabinet, he took out two dildos.

"They look like plastic dicks!" Nicky said, grinning.

He'd already worked out what they'd be used for. He examined them. One was nearly five inches long and almost an inch in diameter, somewhat thicker than his daddy's middle finger. Taking it up his bum would be no problem; in fact, he was looking forward to it.

The other one was around an inch longer and considerably thicker. That would hurt. The previous week, Tim had pushed two fingers into his bum. He'd found it very painful and begged for them to be taken out. He understood, however, that it was a step he was going to have to get used to. Although nothing had been said, he knew it wouldn't be long until his daddy stuffed his cock into him. Maybe the larger dildo would be easier to take than two of his daddy's fingers? He certainly hoped so.

"We'll try the smaller one first," Tim said, expertly coating it with Astroglide.

With Nicky still in position, he carefully pushed it through the ten-year old's anal ring. About three-quarters of the way in, it encountered the lad's knobbly little prostate.

"Ohhhhh!" Nicky gasped, his penis twitching and tingling as a bolt of electricity shot through it.

"Roll onto your back," Tim instructed.

As soon as his boy was looking up at him, Tim plunged down on the youngster's throbbing prick. As he sucked, he held of the base of the dildo, thrusting it in and out. The sensations were overwhelming. Nicky writhed around helplessly; his muscles wracked by uncontrollable spasms. Suddenly, his boy-spike began to pulse in his daddy's mouth, the tingling so intense, it was almost painful.

A moment later, it was over. He sank back down like a rag-doll. Allowing the boy's penis to slide from between his lips, Tim slowly withdrew the dildo.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Nicky panted, still struggling to catch his breath. "That was amazing!"

Tim was delighted. It had gone even better than he'd expected. Nicky would begin to associate being penetrated with extreme pleasure, exactly as he'd hoped.

"Are we going to try the bigger one?" Nicky asked.

"Not today. Tomorrow, maybe."

"Shall I suck you off then?"

"Sure, whenever you're ready."

Holding his daddy's penis around the base, Nicky opened his mouth wide, pushing his lips over the large shiny head. He began to suck. Having got into a nice rhythm, he gradually worked his way down until his daddy's cock was touching the back of his throat.

Tim idly stroked Nicky's hair, revelling in the wonderful sensations that the lad was giving him. He reflected on what an outstanding performer his boy had become.

"Good boy, Nicky!" he whispered. "Keep it going; daddy's going to cum soon."

Less than twenty seconds later, Tim's balls began to churn.

"Oh, yes!" he gasped, his breathing having become harsh and irregular.

As his cock jerked into action, he gently held Nicky's head, three ropes of creamy spunk spurting into the youngster's mouth. After eagerly gulping it down, Nicky let the man go. He licked his lips.

"Did you like that, Daddy?" he asked.

"Of course I liked it," Tim assured him. "I always like it when you suck me off. Right, it's time we went out for something to eat; I'm starving!"

"Me too!" Nicky enthused, grinning.

"I've put out some clothes for you," Tim added.

After giving his daddy a big sloppy kiss, the ten-year old jumped off the bad and scampered across to what, in theory, was his room. The clothes were laid out on the bed: very brief white underpants, knee-length white football socks, black, fly-fronted shorts and a blue, black and white hooped rugby shirt.

He quickly pulled them on. The shorts, although not quite as short as boys had worn back in the 1970s, were much shorter than the ones he had to wear when he was at home with his mum, and a very snug fit.

Moments later, Nicky reappeared in his daddy's bedroom. Tim smiled broadly. Dressed like that, his boy was so beautiful, and so sexy. Taking his Nike trainers from his suitcase, Nicky put them on. They were ready to go.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At the restaurant, they sat opposite each other at a table for two. Sitting down, Nicky's thighs were almost completely exposed. Over the previous twenty years, that had become a rare sight. While girls still wore very revealing shorts, boys almost invariably wore the type that extended to the knee.

As they waited for their food to arrive, Tim surreptitiously looked around, quickly picking up on the admiring looks they were getting. And why not? At the age of thirty, he was a good-looking guy and still in great shape. Young Nicky was simply gorgeous. Of course, he knew it was Nicky that was the main focus of attention. Two men and a lad whom he guessed to be around thirteen were looking longingly at his boy, their eyes filled with lust.

Tim smiled with satisfaction. What, he wondered, would they like to do with the lad if they had the chance? Of course, it wasn't going to happen. Had any of them guessed how close his relationship with Nicky actually was? It didn't matter. The important thing was that right at that moment, he was the object of their envy. He liked that.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At half past eight, they returned to the flat. They sat together on the sofa, watching television, Tim gently stroking Nicky's thighs.

"We'll go to bed soon," he said quietly. "It's been a long day."

"Are we going to sleep naked?" Nicky asked.

"We can if you want to."

"Of course I want to!" Nicky responded, grinning mischievously.

An hour passed.

"Okay," Tim said, smiling. "Time to go!"

Taking his overnight things from his backpack, Nicky trotted to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Returning to `his' room, he stripped down to his little white briefs. Finally, he made his way to the master bedroom. His daddy, already naked, was sitting on the bed.

"I thought you wanted us to sleep naked?" he queried.

"I do," Nicky replied. "I want you to take these off for me."

"Oh, I see!" Tim said, a big smile on his face. "Come here then!"

With Nicky standing in front of him, Tim ran his hand up the boy's leg and over the front of his underpants, gently caressing the youngster's erection.

"You are such a sexy boy!" he whispered.

"Yes Daddy!"

"And you want me to pull your underpants down?"

"Yes please, Daddy!"

"Okay then!

Drawing the waistband away from his boy's stomach, Tim deftly skinned Nicky's skimpy briefs right down the lad's long, coltish legs. As soon as Nicky kicked them off, Tim picked him up. He laid him down on the bed, his strong arms wrapped around the lad's scrawny frame.

"I love being here with you, Daddy," Nicky breathed, looking adoringly into the man's eyes.

"And I love having you here," Tim assured him.

Moving a little way down the bed, Tim rested his head on Nicky's stomach, his lips closing over the youngster's throbbing penis.

"Daddy!" Nicky gasped. "Will you stick that thingy up me again?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Just the small one, okay?"

"Yes Daddy!"

Having lubricated the smaller dildo, Tim carefully inserted it into Nicky's rosebud. He slowly pushed it in until he encountered the youngster's sex-button.

"Ohhh!" Nicky groaned, his penis twitching uncontrollably.

Taking it back into his mouth, Tim began to suck, simultaneously working the dildo in and out of the boy's starfish. Nicky's reaction was even stronger than it had been the first time, his sexy moans and whimpers making his daddy hornier than ever. Suddenly, the lad bucked wildly, his hips pushing up off the bed. His prick swelled and jerked, desperately trying to pump out the spunk his immature balls had yet to produce.

Finally, it was over. As he lay back down, Tim let him go.

"Wow, Tiger!" Tim whispered. "I think you liked that!"

"Yes Daddy! It was wicked! Can I give you a BJ now?"

"Go on then," Tim said, smiling.

As Nicky got to work, he lay back, marvelling at his boy's combination of finesse and enthusiasm. Instinctively, he ran his fingers through the lad's hair, scarcely able to believe how accomplished the lad had become. More quickly than he'd expected, his climax began to build.

"Oh, Nicky!" he moaned. "That is so good! You're going to make daddy cum!"

Within a few seconds, semen surged through his penis, spurting powerfully into the ten-year old's mouth. As it was not a prodigious amount, Nicky resisted swallowing it. As his daddy's orgasm subsided, he carefully held it in his mouth. They snuggled up again. As Nicky kissed him, Tim was amazed to find himself licking up his own spunk.

"Oh, you sexy little boy!" he breathed.

If he'd had any doubt before, he had none now. It would take some work, and maybe a little patience, but within the next few days, the lad would be taking it up his bum.

"Okay," he said gently, enveloping the boy in his protective arms. "Time we got some sleep!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When Tim awoke, it was already light, a shaft of sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. Nicky was still where he'd fallen asleep, his head resting on Tim's chest. Carefully easing himself out of bed, Tim made his way into his en-suite wet-room. After a pee and a shave, he returned.

As he got back into bed, he admired Nicky's slender body, his son's uncut penis standing up proudly. Very gently, he ran his fingers over the youngster's scrawny chest, drawing circles around the boy's small, pale nipples.

"Good morning, Daddy!" Nicky said, his eyelashes fluttering as he shook himself awake.

"Good morning! Did you sleep okay?"

"Mmmmm!" Nicky purred. "I always do when I'm with you. What time is it?"

"Quarter past seven."

"Are we going to have some fun now?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes please, Daddy!"

"Okay. Go and have a pee first. Use daddy's wet-room."

Getting out of bed, Nicky trotted into the adjoining room. A couple of minutes later he was back, burrowing under the covers to snuggle up to his daddy. Tim reached down, running his fingers down the youngster's throbbing penis.

"You really are ready, aren't you?" he whispered.

"Yes Daddy!"

Tim rolled partway onto his back, taking the youngster with him, their lips meeting in a sensuous kiss. After gently massaging his boy's back, Tim ran his index finger down between the lad's bum cheeks and onto his rosebud.

"Will you stick the dildo up my bum again?" Nicky asked.

"Sure!"

Depositing Nicky on his back. Tim took out the smaller dildo, covering it with Astroglide.

"Pull your knees up and apart," he instructed.

As Nicky quickly complied, Tim carefully inserted the dildo into the ten-year old's starfish. He slowly pushed it in until less than an inch was projecting from the youngster's bum. Encountering no problems, he began to work it in and out.

"Oooh, Daddy!" Nicky cooed, the dildo moving smoothly back and forth over his sex-gland. "It feels wicked!"

"Could we try the bigger one?" Tim suggested.

"Is that so you can put your cock into me?"

"Did you work that out or did someone tell you?"

"I worked it out."

"Well done! Daddy wants to have his cock right inside you, but we need to get you ready first, or it will really hurt."

"Okay then."

Retrieving the larger dildo, Tim coated it in lubricant. After removing the smaller one from the boy's bum, he pushed in the bigger one in its place. With his anal ring being stretched much further than he was used to, Nicky winced and grimaced, a sheen of perspiration breaking out on his forehead.

"Good boy!" Tim purred. "You're doing really well!"

In reality, it was not going as well as he'd hoped. Nicky's bum was even tighter than he'd expected. Working the dildo in and out was very difficult; pushing it in just a few millimetres further made the youngster wince.

"Okay," Tim whispered, gently withdrawing the sex-toy from his son's boy-hole. "That's enough for now."

"Will you put the other one back while you suck me off?" Nicky asked.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! That one feels amazing!"

"The big one will feel even better once you're used to it," Tim assured him.

"And I bet your cock will feel better still!" Nicky responded, giving his daddy a cheeky grin.

"Okay, move further down the bed," Tim instructed.

Having re-lubricated the smaller dildo, Tim knelt either side of his son's head. Reaching down, he pulled up the boy's legs so that the youngster's knees were close to his shoulders.

"Right! Hold them there," he ordered.

With Nicky holding his knees in position, Tim inserted the slicked-up toy into the youngster's rosebud. He then leant forwards, his lips closing over the ten-year old's throbbing prick. Finally, he set to his task, working the dildo in and out as he sucked the lad's penis.

"Oh Daddy!" Nicky groaned. "Ohhh! That's so good!" He paused for a few seconds, his face contorted by the unbelievable sensations that were surging through him. "Ohhh!" he gasped, almost unable to breathe. "Ohhh! I'm getting the tingles!"

In the next instant, Tim felt Nicky's cock swelling and pulsing in his mouth, the youngster's starfish clamping tight around the dildo. After a few seconds it was over. Tim let the boy go, allowing the sex-toy to slide out of his bum.

"Wow!" Nicky panted, still struggling for breath. "Shall I suck you off now?"

"When you're ready," Tim said, smiling. "There's no rush!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After a leisurely breakfast, Tim drove them to the park. Although the weather was warm and sunny, apart from a few dog-walkers, the place was largely deserted. After strolling into the middle of a large, flat grassed area, he and Nicky began to play frisbee.

After ten minutes or so, Tim noticed a boy who seemed to be watching them. Quite deliberately, he mis-directed one of his throws so that it went towards the spectator boy rather than to Nicky. Running forwards, the boy caught it and threw it back.

Tim judged the lad to be a little older than Nicky. Dressed in football kit, the youngster was on the slim side of average, though not as slender as Nicky. With collar-length brown hair that fell in loose, unruly curls, he was a nice-looking lad.

"Would you like to join us?" Tim called.

"Yes, thanks! That'd be great!" the boy responded, trotting across to where Tim and Nicky were now standing.

"Hi!" Tim said warmly. "I'm Tim and this is my son Nicky. And you are?"

"Hi! I'm Joel."

"Good to meet you!" Tim said, still smiling. "How old are you, Joel?"

"I'm twelve."

"I'm ten," Nicky volunteered.

"Nicky's staying with me for a couple of weeks," Tim explained. "He usually lives with his Mum about twenty miles away, so he doesn't know anyone round here. Maybe the two of you could hang out sometimes?"

"Yes, I'd like that," Joel answered.

Having arranged themselves at the corners of a triangle, they resumed their game. Joel could catch the frisbee okay when it came to him, Tim noted. He could throw it reasonably well too, but despite the football kit, he didn't seem especially athletic.

After half an hour, with the temperature rising, Tim called the boys to him.

"Time for a break," he announced, opening his sports bag to produce a bottle of Coke and some plastic cups.

"Thanks!" Joel said, smiling at him.

"I need a pee!" Nicky declared, finishing his drink.

"The toilet block's over there, behind the hedge," Tim answered, pointing it out.

"I need one too," Joel said.

"Off you go then!" Tim instructed.

He watched them go, wishing that he could have been a fly on the toilet-block wall. But he couldn't, he reminded himself, knowing full well that absolutely nothing would happen if he was there. As it was, he knew that as long as Joel didn't go into one of the stalls, Nicky would allow the older boy to see his cock. Would Joel be interested? Tim suspected that he might be.

As he headed towards the toilets, Joel's heart was pounding. He'd known for a while that he liked boys. He'd occasionally glimpsed the prick of one of his classmates, but as they weren't required to have showers after games or gym, that was the limit of his experience.

There were several boys in his class that he liked, but he wasn't especially close to any of them; not close enough to risk asking them if they'd like to do anything like that. He knew that rejection would spell disaster. The story would spread around. He'd be labelled as gay and be picked on mercilessly.

Nicky, however, was a different proposition. As he didn't know anyone in the area, he'd have nobody to tell, apart from his dad. And there was something about him. It was the shorts the boy was wearing that had first caught his attention. His own shorts were quite a bit shorter than those most of his schoolfriends wore, but they were nowhere like as brief as the ones Nicky had on. They made the younger lad look so sexy!

Leading the way into the toilet block, Nicky stepped straight up to the long open urinal. Unbuttoning the front of his shorts, he pulled down the front of his briefs, exposed his cock and began to pee.

Out of the corner of his eye, Joel watched eagerly. The younger lad was holding his penis with his left hand, which was on the opposite side from where he was standing, allowing him a perfect view. As he watched, Nicky finished peeing, but instead of quickly tucking his prick away as most boys would, the ten-year old turned slightly towards him and began to stroke it, causing it to stiffen.

Joel was spellbound. His mouth had gone dry and within an instant his cock had become rock-hard. Nicky didn't just look sexy; he was sexy! Turning to face him, Joel reached out to fondle the younger boy's penis.

"Not here," Nicky said, grinning. "Somebody might come in."

Refastening his shorts, he headed out into the sunshine. As soon as Joel joined him, they made their way back to where the younger boy's dad was waiting.

"Are you guys okay?" Tim asked.

"Yes, thanks!" Nicky responded, grinning mischievously.

Tim smiled back, the expression on his son's face telling him that the boys had connected, exactly as he'd hoped they would.

"It's getting a bit warm now," he said. "I think we ought to head back."

"Daddy, would it be okay if Joel came back to the flat with us?"

"Of course!" Tim said. "You can play X-box for a bit. You have brought it, haven't you?"

"Yes Daddy!"

"It's okay!" Tim said brightly, turning to Joel. "I'll drop you back afterwards."

Joel remembered the dire warnings he'd been given about going with strangers, but this was different. He wasn't really going with Tim, he was going with ten-year old Nicky, and where could the harm be in that? And given what had just happened, there was no way that he could turn the offer down.

They got into Tim's Audi, the boys sitting together in the back seat. Although they kept their distance, they kept glancing across at each other. It was clear that they were both fully aroused. A few minutes later, they arrived at the building where Tim lived. After they'd taken the lift to the seventh floor, Tim ushered the boys into his flat. Joel was impressed. These weren't ordinary flats; they were large, high-spec executive apartments.

"Okay," Tim announced. "I'm going to work on the computer for a bit. There are a few things I need to get done."

"When will you be finished?" Nicky asked.

"It's quarter past eleven now; let's say half past twelve. Then we'll drop Joel off. Is that okay?"

"That should be fine," Joel told him. "I need to be back home for one."

"Okay," Tim said. "Play in your room and don't make too much noise."

While Tim settled himself at the computer, Nicky took Joel to his bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"Would you like to play X-Box, or would you rather do something else?" he asked quietly, giving his new friend a knowing grin.

"I'd like to, you know, do what we started doing in the toilets, but is it safe?"

"Yeah! No problem!"

"What about your dad?"

"He won't come in unless we make a lot of noise. You heard him. He's working on the computer. We've got at least an hour."

Sitting on the bed, Nicky pulled off his shoes and socks.

"Are we getting naked?" Joel asked, looking alarmed.

"Sure!" Nicky responded casually.

"Aren't you going to close the curtains?"

"What for? Nobody can see us up here."

Swallowing his doubts, Joel began to undress. It wasn't that he didn't want to; he'd been hoping for an opportunity like this. He was just a bit shocked by the way it had happened. But if sexy little Nicky was going to strip right off, he'd do the same. After all, he didn't want to get shown up by a ten-year old.

In barely a minute, the boys were down to their underwear, Nicky in his white briefs, Joel in red and white striped boxer trunks.

"You're hard!" Nicky whispered, stretching out his hand to stroke the older boy's penis.

"So are you!" Joel responded.

"Can I take them off?" Nicky asked, holding the waistband of Joel's trunks.

"Yes! Go on!"

Nicky quickly skinned them down his new friend's legs.

"Nice cock!" he breathed, admiring the lad's stiff four-inch prong. "Can you cum?"

"Yeah!" Joel said, stepping out of his underwear. "Not very much, but I do cum. Okay, I'm going to do yours now."

As soon as he'd removed Joel's underpants, they got onto the bed, lying side by side, each stroking the other's penis.

"Have you done this before?" Nicky asked.

"No. I wanted to but I never had the chance. What about you? You've done it, haven't you?"

"Yeah."

"Who with?"

"Oh, nobody you'd know," Nicky said evasively.

"Oh, come on!"

"Mike's thirteen," Nicky responded, giving the answer he'd prepared for this eventuality. "Where I live with my mum, he lives, like, three doors away."

"Oh, right! Has he got a big one?"

"Not really. A little bit bigger than yours, and his has got a few hairs on it now."

"Oh, right! And is this what you do with him?"

"Yeah."

"It feels wicked, doesn't it?"

For several seconds, Nicky didn't answer, looking intently into the twelve-year old's eyes. In reality, when he was at home, he was in exactly the same position as Joel. He'd never had the chance to do anything. Until that morning, the only cock he'd ever touched was his daddy's.

"I'm going to show you something else we do," he said finally.

Moving a little way down the bed, he snaked around, resting his head on Joel's stomach. Holding the base of the lad's prick between thumb and forefinger, he licked right up the shaft and over the small shiny head where it poked out of the boy's foreskin. Finally, he took it into his mouth, sucking it right down to the root.

He'd often wondered what sucking a boy's cock would feel like. Now he had his answer. It felt wonderful! It was so hard and smooth. It throbbed with energy, and sucking it was no effort at all. Pushing his hand down between Joel's legs, he began to stroke the sensitive area behind the lad's balls.

Joel was overwhelmed. He'd had no idea that a boy could suck another's lad's dick. What Nicky was doing to him felt amazing. Nor had he realised how good it would feel to be stroked between his legs. The combined effect was beyond anything he could have imagined. After a couple of minutes, Nicky let him go.

"Well?" the ten-year old demanded, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Unbelievable!" Joel responded, grinning.

"Are you going to do me now?"

"Sure, if you want."

"Just watch your teeth yeah? Mine's not very big so it shouldn't be a problem."

Rather nervously, Joel got into position. He took a couple of speculative licks. Deciding that it didn't taste bad, he screwed up his courage, his lips closing over his younger friend's penis. Within a few seconds, he was sucking it eagerly. Following Nicky's example, he put his hand between the lad's legs and began to massage the area behind his balls.

"Yeah, that's good!" Nicky whispered, running his fingers through the twelve-year old's unruly dark hair.

A few seconds later, Joel pulled away.

"Want to do a 69?" Nicky asked.

"What?"

"That's where we suck each other at the same time. Come on! Move down the bed a bit and I'll show you."

As Joel shuffled down the bed, Nicky turned himself around so that his cock was close to Joel's mouth and Joel's was close to his. No further instruction was needed. They began to suck each other, each of them also stroking between the other boy's legs.

Nicky didn't hold back, sucking his new friend as though his life depended on it. Joel had said he could cum, and the horny ten-year old was determined to make sure he did. He didn't have long to wait. After a couple of minutes, he saw Joel's thigh muscles begin to tighten. Moments later, the twelve-year old's cock jerked into action, little drops of tangy boy-juice coating his tongue. The thrill of it took him right over the edge, his own penis swelling and pulsing in the older boy's mouth.

After a few seconds, they separated. They began to pull on their clothes. As soon as he was dressed, Nicky wrote a number on a post-it note.

"Have you got a phone?" he asked.

"Sure!"

"Here's my number," Nicky said, handing it over. "Call me later, yeah? Make it about five o'clock if you can. We'll arrange to meet again."

Joel smiled and nodded, hiding the note in his sock.

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Sitting at the computer, Tim wondered how the boys were getting on. He was sure that they'd do something, but Joel had seemed nervous. He couldn't be sure how far the lad would be willing to go.

He'd considered putting a covert camera into Nicky's room, but had quickly dismissed the idea. He didn't understand the technology, which was, in any case, prohibitively expensive. More than that, it would create a record of illegal activities taking place in his flat, activities that he could not possibly explain. It simply wasn't worth the risk.

He was itching to creep across to Nicky's room, quietly open the door a little and see what the boys were up to, but that would be risky as well. He was keen to get to know Joel better. To make a move like that at this stage might easily frighten the lad off.

He'd have to be patient, he told himself. Once they'd dropped Joel off, he'd ask Nicky what he and his new friend had got up to. If things had gone as he hoped, there was every chance that before the end of their Easter break, not only would he have taken his son's cherry; he'd have fucked Joel as well.