That first "afternoon delight" was followed by two more. Joe and nick couldn't seem to get enough of each other. And a big day was coming up: Joe was coming over to spend Thursday night with nick. He'd take nick and Becky to dinner, sleep over, and then be back on Sunday. Were they nervous? Need you ask? Joe wasn't nervous about spending time with nick: rather than nervous, he was, for lack of a better word, "calculating." He was trying to think of new ways to dominate nick, but to also do it in a way that nick enjoyed. They had had a talk about the "scene" with the hair cutting. It happened after their third "nooner," when nick told Joe all about Mikey. He wound up crying in Joe's arms when he told him. "I'm really sorry baby. I had no idea. None. I was just... well, it's not an excuse. I just think your hair is so HOT and I was trying to show that.... it was mine, just like all of you." nick looked at him. "You really think that? You think I belong to you?" Joe smiled. "You forgot a word, nick" nick smiled. "I didn't forget anything."
Now Joe started smiling. "You told me something else about Mikey, what was it...." nick felt Joe's fingers beginning to slip under his arms and he tried to get away. Joe wasn't having it. "YEAH. Now I remember. He used to tickle you until you BEGGED to be let go." "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY" nick screamed, as Joe pinned him down and began his assault. "You sure you didn't forget a word?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA" nick insisted he didn't, three times. Joe bent down and whispered "Guess I'm gonna have to go to your feet." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO SIR! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SIR DON'T. I DID. I FORGOT SIR. I FORGOT. I WON'T AGAIN!!!!" They were both smiling. Joe looked down at nick. "You belong to me, nick?" He kissed him. "Yes sir. I do. All of me.. " He paused. "But please don't ask me to give up my hair." Joe kissed him again. "I'd never do that nick. Even before today. NEVER." He kissed nick again, and this time he held him close to his body. nick reciprocated with a very tight hug. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to.
But now... "the BECKY" as Joe thought of her. He had to come up with a plan. "What do I bring her for her present?" He asked nick. "Oh, girlie things. Anything but a puppy. Or a kitten. NO PETS. Sir." "Not even a fish? " Joe had been thinking of a fighting fish. "NO PETS. PLEASE SIR. We have enough trouble taking care of each other. We can't handle another living thing. God, I think we kill MOSS". "We have enough trouble taking care of each other," Joe thought, and his next thought was "let me help with that," and he didn't mean money. "Baby steps Joe, baby steps. Don't fuck this up."
"Every woman, no matter how old, likes jewelry darling", Rebecca spoke as she walked ahead of Joe, taking him through what his father always called "the girlie sections" of the department store. "For a girl her age, nothing like a ring, or a necklace, what have you." She stopped and looked at Joe with a sharp eye. "We'll go ring shopping for Nick in the future." Joe blushed, and Rebecca kept walking. "For now, though, we're going to stick with something very simple: bracelets. " She saw Joe looking at the tennis bracelets with diamonds, and other jewels, and pulled him away. "JOSEPH! SHE'S IN HIGH SCHOOL. STAY AWAY FROM THOSE UNLESS YOU START PITCHING TO ANOTHER TEAM." "Yes ma'am," Joe smiled and Rebecca laughed. "I DID sound like a prison matron, didn't I?" OH, look at these..." They were charm bracelets. "THIS is what you want. A few charms too. And you give nick the receipt, in case she doesn't like it, she can get something she does."
Coincidentally, nick and Becky were on another floor of the department store at the same time. They were in the men's department. nick was frantic. "WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR WHEN HE'S OVER?" He paced around the house as Becky played on her phone. "Would you relax uncle? He prefers you without clothes anyway," she dropped, without looking up. She didn't see her uncle blush. "That... that may be. But if we go out... " Becky sighed. "Ok. Tomorrow after school, we shop." And that's why they were here. Becky saw her uncle looking around like a scared rabbit. He wanted to "look nice," but he didn't know how. "Uncle, is he 'the one?'" Becky asked. nick paused. "He could be. I think so. I don't know." "Good! If he's 'the one', you shouldn't get too fancy. Just... " she looked at him. "He likes when you wear something snug?" nick stared at her. "How did you know?" "UNCLE! You think I don't notice what you wear on the nights he comes to the restaurant for dinner? I'm NOT BLIND!!!! This way: tailored fit. " She pulled out three shirts for nick: blue, pink and pale green. "They're all good colors for you." "What about slacks?" He asked her, and she stared back, hands on hips. "HOW MANY pair of jeans do you own, Unc?" "Yeahh, but.... something nice...." "Unc, let this smart ass girl tell you: a hot ass trumps an expensive pair of pants, and you got one of the hottest ones." He laughed. "You're staring at my ass, Becky?" "Yeah, I am. With the rest of the world." nick stood there, speechless. "YOU DIDN'T KNOW? You don't hear what the girls and the guys say when you walk by?" "Uh, no." She shook her head. "Dense as bread without yeast. Wear your jeans. You'll drive him crazy." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
nick felt a big lump in his throat when he heard the doorbell ring. "GO PEE . I'll get it," Becky called out. As nick primped in the bathroom, he heard Becky "You must be Joe." "Indeed I am. And you're Becky. " "I am. Which one of those is for me?" Joe was carrying two bouquets of flowers. Becky whispered to him "My uncle likes yellow roses. Let me have the white ones." "OH, the white ones are for you. " She whispered again "I like pink better. Remember that." Joe whispered "I will. And..." he handed her two boxes. One had the bracelet in it, and the other one was a phone case. Rebecca had seen a street vendor selling them, and she got a pink one, covered with emojis. "She'll love it." "COOL! " She looked at the phone case, and put the other box down. "UNC. Can you help me change cases." Joe heard nick walking into the room. He was wearing the blue shirt, rolled sleeves, one button opened at his neck ("Let him open the other ones. You'll both love it," Becky had advised him, while nick wondered 'how the hell did she get so street smart?'), and a tight pair of jeans. He had a big smile on his face. Joe realized HE had a big boner. "Welcome back," nick came over and put his arms around Joe's neck. Joe embraced him. "You can kiss, and you can feel up his ass Joe. You want to. " nick blushed deep red. Joe had begun to figure Becky out though, and he turned from nick for a minute. "I DO want to. You don't mind?" "NAH! " "Uh, does anyone care if I mind?" Joe and Becky answered "No" in unison, as Joe began to knead his ass and kiss him. "EXCUSE ME. But I'd like to use my phone. You two can get crazy in unc's room...." Joe began to laugh. "Let me give these to you before I crush them." He handed nick the yellow roses. He saw a bigger smile form. "These are my favorite! How'd you know?" "Lucky guess." When nick went to put them in water, he gave Becky a high five. "you owe me," she said in a low voice. "Talk him into letting me have dessert tonight." When nick came back with the bouquet, he asked "where are we going to dinner?" (he wasn't sure if Becky was ready for him to call Joe SIR, so they had decided they'd leave that out for now). "Well, wherever Becky wants." Joe had figured out that Becky had nick wrapped around her finger. THAT's where to score points. "I WANT SPAGHETTI UNC" she announced. "The Italian place down the road?" "Sounds good." "Let me just go put my bag in your room, nick. I'll be right back." "I'll come with you," nick answered. "No, you will not," said Becky. "I'd like to eat before midnight, and you need to put my new case on my phone." "She who must be obeyed has spoken," Joe laughed. "I'll be fine, nick. Not more than ten minutes."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "You know everyone here, Joe," Becky was looking down at her spaghetti and meatballs as she spoke. "BECKY. Don't speak with your mouthful" "It's good advice," Joe had a twinkle in his eye as he squeezed nick's thigh. nick responded by covering Joe's hand with his own. "Seriously, you DO know everyone. Why is that? Did you work here?" Joe laughed. "Oh, no, I'm a terrible cook, but living alone, you wind up going out to eat a lot. So, I have a different restaurant every night." "WOW. You must be RICH. Restaurants are expensive!" nick rolled his eyes, but Joe smiled "Oh, I just save up for special nights like this one." "Why do you live alone? I mean, you're a nice guy and everything." "Ah, Becky, if I knew the answer to that, I WOULD be rich." "Well, why don't you live with us? We have lots of room." nick almost spat out his wine when she said that. "Well, thank you, if that's an invitation, but I think you'd HATE it if I lived with you." "Why? Are you messy? " "Oh no, I'm very clean. Maybe too clean. " He saw her look up. "I bet you don't put all your things away all the time do you?" nick was smiling. He was enjoying this. Becky hemmed and hawed a bit. "Well, no, but Unc Nick checks my room every week." "EVERY WEEK! I'd do it every day if you were messy." She began to laugh. "You're right. I'd hate it if you made me clean my room every day." "Twice" Joe answered and she laughed more. So did nick. The server came over. "Joe, you never eat dessert but you have friends tonight. Can I interest you..." Becky's eyes got wide and the server noticed. "What's your favorite flavor young lady?" "Ice cream!" she answered. Joe saw nick's face, and he lowered his voice. "It's a special night, Nick. I think you could let her have some ice cream. " Nick gave an overdramatic sigh. "Becky, you know our rule about dessert during the week." "Yes Uncle Nick. But we also have a rule about people staying over during the week and, well.." "HO HO. She's got you there nick" He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you do. ONE SCOOP." She pouted. "ALRIGHT. Two. They left after dessert, and Becky fell asleep in the car. Nick carried her into the house and smiled at Joe. "Let me take care of this. Beckster's up past her bedtime and she just needs to get ready." Joe sat in the living room while nick carted her off to bed. "GOOD NIGHT UNCLE JOE" he heard her yell as nick came out, shirt untucked, looking a bit tired. "Too much wine?" Joe patted the seat next to him. "Too much little girl," he settled into Joe's side, as Joe put his arm around him. "You look so handsome tonight nick" he draped his leg over nick's." "Becky picked the outfit." "She needs another present because..." he leaned in to kiss nick. "Now I'm gonna have a fun time taking it off you, bit by bit." nick drew back. "SIR? You think you can have me for the price of a plate of pasta?" Joe slid a hand down nick's shirt. "I sure do." He leaned in again and put his tongue into nick's mouth. nick responded, sucking it in, moaning as Joe kept playing with his tit. "You're right," nick answered. "Sorry. You're right Sir."
"You know what I think about all day nick? Being on top of you like this." Joe had nudged nick's head to the side, and he was running his tongue back and forth over nick's neck and ear. He rubbed his nose around nick's ear and then moved it to whisper. "Being on top of you, and being inside you." "OH YEAH. OH YES. YES SIR. " Joe stuck his tongue back into nick's mouth and after the kiss, nick teased "you ate too much garlic bread tonight Sir. I hope the garlic didn't get to your balls yet." "Oh? Were you planning to taste them?" "Well, maybe not them, but...." "Well, I had a slightly different plan.." He began opening nick's shirt. His teeth found a nipple and he teased it as nick began to moan. "DAMN. When you do that.. When you... ohhhhhhhhhhh" nick's shirt was opened, and now, Joe had found the button to his jeans. He looked at nick. "I'm gonna take what's mine. " "yes sir. yes. Take it. Take ALL of it. It's yours. I'm yours. " It didn't take Joe long to get nick undressed. His new shirt was still on his torso, but his jeans were crumbled up on the floor, with Joe's pants appropriately on top of them. Joe smiled when he saw that nick was wearing only a jockstrap. He got out of his own boxers, and kissed both of nick's thighs. "That feels so much better than I thought it would Sir... Could you do it again....Please." Joe smiled. "Ask me to fuck you." He ran a finger up and down nick's "taint" and nick practically screamed. "DAMN YEAH. FUCK ME STUD. FUCK ME . FILL ME. GARLIC OR NOT." "I love your ass. I'm gonna have so much fun tomorrow. WE'RE gonna have so much fun tomorrow." Joe had taken Friday off so he could spend the day with nick. He had ideas but for now, he had one idea: aiming his cock inside nick's ass. "OH GOD. You're thick tonight Sir. Thick and hard." If that was supposed to get Joe to slow down, it didn't. nick bit his lip a little as he felt the fat cock going deeper inside of him. He realized he had been thinking about this all day. "Relax sweetboy. Relax." Joe started rubbing his fingers on nick's nipples. "If I hurt you, it's gonna hurt good, so I'm NOT apologizing." "No Sir. Don't. OHHHHHHHHH. You've never been this big before." "I've never .... we'll talk tomorrow.." Joe felt like he was ready to move to another level with nick, but... did nick? He didn't know. And really, at that moment, he didn't care. He was thrusting, and he was getting closer, and closer to cumming inside this gorgeous man. As he shot, he kissed nick hard, and whimpered himself. When he was done, all Joe could say was "I thought I'd never fall for a man with long hair. I was wrong." nick thought about that for a minute. He didn't have a rejoinder. Actually he did. "I love you Joe. We have to talk." "I know." Joe had taken nick's cock in his hand and began edging him. "But first... we gotta get the juice out of the Greek." nick smiled. As Joe stroked him, he moaned in pleasure. His tongue flicked back and forth. Joe stuck a finger back in nick's wet ass and... it was over. nick arched and splashed all over himself. "We better clean up the bed tomorrow before Becky sees it." Joe had his arm around nick, who cuddled into him. "Did you hear her call you uncle?" "I did." "She likes you." Joe laughed. "She likes ice cream. She likes manipulating men." nick smiled. "So do I." "Ho ho ho. Is THAT right." He rolled on top of nick. "You think you're manipulating me?" nick smiled. "Maybe." "Well.. maybe I LIKE being manipulated. You ARE a masseur after all." Then nick saw a wicked look on Joe's face. "Not just a masseur. A TICKLISH masseur." He began running his finger around nick's navel and nick began to giggle. "HEY. STOP THAT. I'll wake Becky." Joe did NOT stop, but he smiled. "Not if I GAG you." "Don't talk dirty like that Sir, unless you mean it." "I do. It's one of the things in my bag. Becky got her presents, and I got a bunch for you too. Including your own bracelets." nick continued to giggle, trying not to break into a loud laugh. "Seriously Sir. It's been a long day. Can we sleep and.... " "Talk tomorrow? About the future?" "Yeah, that too. But about Friday first." "It's a deal. And nick?" "Yes sir." "I love you too."