So I have been sitting on this chapter for a few months now. It never really seemed to get anywhere once I got the part of Nikolas' teacher. So, instead of waiting a few more weeks to see if anything might come out, I quickly finished this chapter - and I think you will be able to tell.

Thank you to all who emailed me with the name of the story I was looking for in #11. It was Whoring with Dad - by GloryHoleJunkie. I'm glad to see how many readers out there remember the stories that they read. Makes me glad that we have a place like nifty to go to.

Some of the guys who read Nikolas, have asked me to somewhat give my personal life to you. I guess so you can get into my mind to see where I'm coming from. At first it was kinda freaky to have people who I have no idea who they are, ask me where I live and what I do. So to appease (oh the dreaded word that people some writers don't like) some of you, here is a question/problem that I have:

I live in a small town in Michigan, USA. Matter of fact, it's not a town it's a village - so that will tell you how small of a town I live in. I live on a street that has 12 houses, in a ½ mile line, so we all know who is who, but typical 21st century we barely talk to each other. The way my house is set up, my bedroom window over looks my neighbors in questions front lawn. A nice family, and I get along with the dad more than the wife. Now the wife is pregnant every year for the last 2 years, and they have a 14 yo daughter, a 7 yo son, a 5 yo son, a 1 yo daughter, and now a new born.

Now the problem is with the 2 boys. No nothing like that (dirty minds), they stay in their yard I stay in mine. The problem is the boys have an issue of pissing in their yard! I'm not a peeping tom in the sense, but when I'm looking out my double windows and I see them watering the trees on the property lines I naturally have to look. I could see if this was a 1x deal here, but it starts at the first warm day of spring and runs thru fall, and is usually at least 1x day during the weekend.

So do I tell the parents that their kids are pissing in public? If I tell would they think I'm a perv looking at their kids? I'm 26 so I'm not an old perv (at least yet). The largest conversation I have had with their dad is, "Could you make sure that your dog doesn't shit in my yard?", so to tell them this might come off strange. Or, do I just wait a few years for their kids to get a myspace account and go from there? *Inside joke about myspace as one of my uncles went to school with the mother of the girl who flew to Jordan to hook up with the guy in Israel a few weeks ago.

So if any of you have had the problem before, please email me and tell me how or if you fixed the problem. Cup drinker@chartermi.net - No space between cup & drinker.

On with the story. Please remember that if you are not of legal age to read this sort of story, then please do not. All questions/comments will be taken in stride, and I do try and respond to each email that I send.

 

Story - Nikolas the Great

Chapter - 12 - Short and rushed

Story Codes - Mb, Mbb, Mmb

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Damon was sitting on a bed, with 10 naked boys spread around him each sleeping. He had shot a load in each of the boys over the course of the night, and put more than one load in their mouths as well. He still had another six hours of enjoyment out of these 10 boys, and for sure he was going to get $1 worth! Damon's cock was hard so he looked around for the nearest boy ass he could grab, and it happened to be the 10 yo boy. The boy was sleeping and was resting on one of the older boys, so it looked like a boy lovers perfect picture.

Damon grabbed the boy by his ankles and pulled him towards his cock. And in one solid movement all of his cock went into the boy. The little asian boy had probably 15 different loads up his ass from last night, so he was pretty well lubed up, but still having a man sized cock slammed up his ass was an eye opening event. Damon didn't care about if the boy was in pain or didn't want it, Damon just needed a hot tight ass to fuck. He ran his fingers over the boys back, which was covered in dried cum shots as where all the other boys who were starting to wake up. Once the boys saw Damon fucking, they all got in the mood again and paired off to either fuck or suck. The oldest boy say what the little 10 yo mouth wasn't being used for anything, so he bent over so the boy could suck some ass, while Damon slammed his white cock into the boy.

The little boy was a born ass sucker (and a born cock sucker) as he jammed his tongue inside the boys ass with each thrust we was getting from behind. The older teen was moaning, as was Damon as his cock was starting to swell inside the tight ass of the boy. Damon grabbed the little asian boys shoulders and then slammed his cock deep into boys ass, as he rabbit fucked the boy for the next ten minutes. Then as quickly as he got hard - his cocked got very hard then pumped out eight shots of huge cum. The little boy moaned loudly as he could feel each spurt of cum exit out of Damon's cock.

Damon was worn out from the tight morning fuck so with his cock still lodged inside the boy, he laid on top and went back to sleep. Damon knew that he only have a few more hours left but of course he wouldn't leave without giving one of the boys a nice golden shower.

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Nikolas didn't leave the couch for at least two days, after we got home. I asked him time and time again, to tell me what him and the rancher did, but he would just turn over and go back to sleep. As he would sleep, I pulled down his underroos to see if there was something majorly wrong with him but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Sure, his ass was a little red but that was nothing compared to the three day fuck session we had last summer. I was starting to get a little scared, and thought about taking him to see a doctor friend of mine, but that night I got an email from the rancher saying that Nikolas lived on nothing but cum and piss for that entire week. They say you can live on cum for a few days, with all the protein, but getting it fed to u at least 10+ times a day will start to effect you.

It wasn't fun seeing my son just lay on the couch day and night, night and day. At first he couldn't even get up and walk to the bathroom as I had to carry him. You might be asking; "how did he get on the plane"? Well, when you have a little 6yo boy, you can still carry him around if he's tired, and get away with it.

To help get Nikolas on the fast track to recovery I gave him lots of water, orange juice, asprin and to make him happy, loads of chocolate chip ice-cream. Nothing gets a young boy happier than a bowl of ice cream! After about the third day he was up and getting into as much trouble as any boy would.

"Hey dad! Can I go out and play?"

"Sure, just stay in the back yard ok?" Nikolas shot out of the back door as fast as ever, it was like I had just given him his freedom from the prison he called home.

 

The window in the kitchen overlooked the backyard, which is where I would stand and drink my pop as I watched Nikolas run around the back yard. I thought about what it was like for him to be an only child of a single parent, and whether he would enjoy me dating and possibly having another kid for him to play with. Would Nikolas enjoy being the older brother, six - seven years older than his sibling? Would I want to give up having a love life with Nikolas? Would a new wife let me spend my quality time would Nikolas, or would she get mad that Nikolas would always be the apple in my eye? So many questions, so much time to ponder them.

What would my life be like with another kid? What if my other kid turned out to be a girl? I set my pop can down on the counter to watch Nikolas toss his baseball up in the air a few feet, then attempt to catch it. It was then that the phone rang.

"Hello?" The caller id came up `Florida Call'.

"Hi. Is this Damon Great?" The lady spoke, and at first it sounded like a telemarketer as she typed on her keyboard.

"Speaking. Who is this?"

"Mr. Great, my name is Amy and I'm calling from the Florida Children and Families Services. I regret to inform you that your brother has been involved in a serious accident."

Damon went quite. He had not spoken to Thomas in years, eight years to be exact. Ever since his brother left the state and went to work for his company, we never sent a card, emailed or called Damon. It was like Thomas wanted a new life and he succeded. Thomas didn't even talk to his parents after he left, and once their mother passed away, Thomas did nothing. After Damon's wife did, not so much as a card. It was almost to the point that he actually forgot that he had a brother named Thomas.

The lady on the phone broke the silence, "Sir? Sir are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just that we haven't talked to each other in almost 10 years. Is he ok?"

"Sir, did you know that he had a son?"

"Thomas was married? Are they ok?" At least point I think that she finally realized that I wasn't joking in my almost decade long silence with my brother.

"Sir, I'm sorry to say that Thomas and his wife, Maria, have both died in a serious car accident. The accident was actually three days ago, I'm so sorry that it took us that long to get with you. But as you have said, that by not talking with each other it was hard for us to track down any family members. Sir, your nephew Ethan is right now in custody of DCFS. We are currently trying to help him out and place him with some family members."

There was some silence. Would I want to take in my nephew whom I have never met? Why did Thomas keep this from the family? I didn't want to leave him in some boys home, but surely he might be better with his mothers side of the family, whom he probably knew more about. "Amy, of course I will help him out. But, as you know I haven't the slightest clue about him, wouldn't his moms side fit better in this sutation?"

"Mr. Great, we are trying to stay away from her side after the whole Elian Gonzalez event. She was Cuban, and it looks like she floated to America just a few weeks before their marriage, so as far as we are concerned, your nephew is better staying here in the States.

"But what about..." She cut me off.

"Sir, I was able to pull up a brief record of you and we would think that with your wife's passing, that you would be better to address your nephews emotional state. Sir, your nephew has no one and right now you are the person we are asking to take a blood relative!"

The last sentence was more of a demand than a question. I agreed and she made all the arraignments for Ethan to fly up to Michigan and I was to pick him up at Detroit Metro. There would also be a person from DCFS who would accompany Ethan along the flight and have me sign some paperwork. After Florida DCFS had me sign the papers then the Michigan DHS (Dept of Human Services) would follow up on some paperwork. I was still freaking out that just a few minutes ago I was thinking of having another child and all of a sudden I got a phone calling telling me I would, although without the trouble of having to get married.

But, now the question still came up: What about Nikolas and I? Would we still be able to do stuff?

Nikolas finally came into the house after three full hours of running around outside. Sweat was dripping off of him, as his shirt was completely stuck to his small frame. I could tell his heart was beating really fast, and his lungs were trying to bring in more oxygen, as breathed thru his mouth. Damn what a hot site to see a 6 yo covered in sweat with his mouth open! I poured him a glass of milk which he hungrily drunk down. Now add a milk mustache to that open mouth! Now do you see what I mean?

"Ok squirt. Head up and take a shower and I will make us something to eat?

"Cereal?" He asked with little puppy dog eyes.

"Nikolas its 2 in the afternoon, kind of late for cereal."

"Pleaseeeeee?" How could you deny him cereal after that?

I could hear the shower running so I pulled out the bowls, spoons and milk for our lunch. I opened up the cupboard to pull down the cereal, when I stopped as I heard the wet feet of Nikolas walking down the stairs. His body was still dripping in water, and there was a touch of shampoo right behind his left ear. He sat down on the chair, and there on the floor were his wet footsteps leading up to him. Nikolas grabbed the spoon and scooped up a huge spoonful of Lucky Charms and opened his mouth wide to get it all in. I sat across him still admiring his wet body and how sinfully sexy he ate cereal. I on the other hand, was not as sexy as I ate my Raisin Bran.

After our lunch I told Nikolas about his cousin, and although he didn't quite understand, he was happy to have a new `brother' to play with. It would be a mystery to see how these two boys would get along with each other. Tomorrow we will find out.

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Across town, Nikolas' teacher was just waking up. Main reason to be a teacher; every summer off! Chris wasn't married and had no plans to get married. Chris' reasons to become a teacher was so he could have his pick of any boy in his class. Chris wasn't into boys in the 1st grade, as his taste were more towards 6th or 7th graders, but there was one boy that he always dreamt about - Nikolas Great. But, now that the school year had ended he wouldn't be teaching Nikolas anymore and would probably only see him in the hallways. It seemed that almost every night there in his dreams was Nikolas! No matter if it was a dream about a hockey game, boating, flying, winning the lotto - Nikolas was always in his dreams. He need, no wanted Nikolas.

Chris never wore anything to bed, something that he started as child, and now a grown up it was a habit for him. Was Chris an exobihtionist? Well, if you were to look into his bedroom window you would see his long cock swinging between his legs and walking into the bathroom. The saving grace to this view, was that Chris lived in a 2 story house, and all his neighbors close by lived in a single story, so really you could only see his head walking into the bathroom. After the routine morning piss, he walked into the kitchen to get a coke. Chris, was a caffeine junkie, drinking about a case a day. Coke was his energy drink, but sadly it gave him energy for other ideas in his head.

Today, was somewhat starting to be a great day, as he had agreed to help coach a little league team with a friend of his. He agreed to only help out if his friend, James, would be coach, as it would be less of a commitment risk for himself. James, 21, was on the same team as Chris during their high school days, and when his wife 'volunterred' him, James tagged up with Chris. They were to meet down at the high school baseball field for a coaching meeting in the morning, then in the afternoon they would meet their teams. Chris' cock was going to be very happy at the sights of teenage boys in baseball uniforms for the next few weeks.

The baseball field was pretty much the way Chris remembered it, still with the dirt infield, crab grass ridden outfield, 2x4 benches in the metal fence dugouts. "How the fuck did we ever pull off three district championship teams with this piece of shit?", Chris said to himself.

A crowd of male adults were standing around 2nd base, and as he scanned for James, he slowly walked towards them. Basically, everyone there was either a parent of a child on a team or an uncle of a child on a team, so all the parents/relatives would be coaching their kid.

"Ok, so that leaves Jim's Pizza. Jim's Pizza, where are you?" A lady screamed out his friends James' business. "Anyone here the coach for Jim's Pizza?" In my hometown local businesses sponsor teams, as part of PFY (Parents For Youth sports). I was just standing around minding my own business, when a hand grabbed mine and pulled me forward.

"Mr. Taylor will be our coach!" Oh, that voice, that perfect voice.

"Mr. Taylor? Chris Taylor? Well, it sure has been a while since you sat foot on this diamond. Thanks for helping, now here is your packet and roster. Now, Nikolas please show your coach to the rest of the team ok?" Chris put the packet of papers in front of his groin, as his cock spurted out a hefty load of cum, as the shirtless Nikolas, walked in front of him in his solid blue baseball pants.

"Hey Nikolas?" Chris shouted to his new player. "How would you like some extra practice after school?"

"Mr. Taylor you can show me anything you want. Plus, you won't have to waste anything that comes out either." Nikolas winked at me.

What a summer I will be having!

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