Saturday morning, Joe roused himself while nick was still sleeping. nick had told him that because he let Becky sleep in, he'd sleep in a little. Joe looked down on his lover, with his hair spread out all around him. He wanted to kiss him, get him riled up and get some morning screwing done. "Let him sleep. He works so hard," he decided. As he stirred, he felt nick pull him back. "Where YOU going?" "Oh, morning. I was gonna go get packing so I could get back home for today." nick squinted "Why would you do that?" "Well, you're gonna be gone and I assumed you had a routine with Becky. I didn't want to be the spare tire around the house. " nick smiled, turned and embraced him. "I DO have plans for Beckster. She's gonna spend the day with her Uncle Joe." Joe smiled and laughed. "Does she know that?" "OF COURSE she does. Who do you think planned it?" Joe laughed. "She wants me around?" "Ha ha. Yeah, she does. You give her more stuff than I give her, and she knows... she's got you wrapped around her little finger." nick smiled and Joe gave a wolfish grin. "Oh yeah? Sort of the way YOU do?" Again, nick smiled "MOI? I have you wrapped around my little finger? I thought you were a take charge kinda guy." "I am. And I'm gonna take charge now." "NO... Joe, c'mon. I gotta double shift today and... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Joe had begun scruffing nick's neck. He whispered "You're gonna be on your feet for the whole day and I'm gonna make it easier to decide not to sit down." "I like that Sir. I like it a lot. " Joe's hands moved down to nick's legs, and spread them apart. He DID know that nick would have a very busy day, but.... like he said, he was in charge. He started rubbing the "taint" between nick's ass and his balls. "OOOOOOOOOOH. OH YES. I love that Sir. Looooooooooooooove it" nick was trying to keep his voice low so that Becky didn't know he was "doing bang bang" as she called it. "I love these." Joe wrapped fingers around nick's balls. "My boy's balls. " He pulled. "I wanna take them with me." "NNNNNNNNNNGGGG" the slight pressure was making nick a little crazy. Joe had a way with working his balls, and with pulling his hair, that brought out things in him he didn't realize were there. Now, the ball pulling was getting him erect. Joe was already there. As he got ready to enter nick, he wondered "am I enough for him?" Joe had average endowment, maybe even a little less. nick had never complained, or asked for toys, but Joe felt self conscious for the first time since they had started. "Take me Daddy. Take me. " nick moaned softly, as Joe began sliding in. "Make me know who's my Topman. The man who .. who.... OOOOOOOOOOOH" Joe had just gotten all the way in. He saw the smile on nick's face. At least for today, nick was satisfied. He could tell that. He'd learn later that nick was ALWAYS satisfied. He had never wished that Joe were bigger: he knew Joe had the toys (he had seen them). He remembered something Mikey had said, when he was feeling sorry for himself because his own cock was so small. "The pen doesn't matter, Nicky. Learn to write your name well." In nick's lingo, Joe's "signature" was wonderful. And he was writing his name right now in a way that nick really, REALLY liked. Slow. Very slow. nick looked at the alarm clock: yeah, he'd have to hustle. It was worth it. Joe flattened out his body on top of nick so they could kiss while they made love. The pressure of Joe on top of his cock brought nick right to the edge of shooting. "Sir... Sir... I'm gonna cum." "Then cum. I'm not ready, and that means.... you'll have to pay a penalty tomorrow." "You promise? " Joe shot a wad into nick. He was as surprised as nick was. "You still have to pay that penalty." Their kiss was noisy. "I better get up, stud. Got to make my little girl a good breakfast. "
"Morning little miss sunshine" nick planted a kiss on becky's messy head. She didn't look up from her phone. She was playing one of those "arcade" games. "What's milady want for breakfast this morning?" "Can you make French Toast, unc?" He laughed. "Can I make French toast. One order of French toast GREEK STYLE coming up" Joe laughed. "Greek style? What's that?" "No maple syrup. Just honey. " The minute he said it, Joe had a quick vision of nick, tied down, covered with honey, as he licked each drop from him. nick gave him a look. Becky didn't look up but said "He's having bang bang thoughts unc. " It wasn't clear who blushed first: Joe or nick.
"So, Becky, what do you want to do today? Your uncle nick said you wanted to do something together." "I wanna go blading." nick started giggling. "If you get uncle Joe on a roller blade, take pictures." "Uh, if you think this old fart is getting on a blade, you have another guess coming." nick just smiled. "Wrapped around her little finger"
There was a mad rush as everyone got cleaned up, changed, stripped beds, and got ready for the day. Joe was gonna drive nick to work, and then head off with Becky. He'd come and pick up his man at the end of his double shift, after he made sure Becky was asleep. nick's hair was tied in the ponytail he needed for work, and his necktie was pulled up tight. "He's beautiful," Joe thought. "Handsome and beautiful." nick was smiling at him. "I'll see you later?" "Darn right you will." "OH COME ON YOU CAN KISS GOODBYE. I'M A BIG GIRL" Becky cried out from the back. "Hah hah. Ok, nick. " They kissed three times before nick headed into the restaurant. "Come up front Becky, let's get to the park. " "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY GUNC yAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY." "Gunc?" "Heehee. It's too confusing saying 'my uncle' cause there's two of you. So I decided, since nick is my REAL uncle, he's 'unc' and because you're his gay boyfriend, you're "gunc." "The gay uncle." "You like it." Joe thought about it for a minute. "Yeah, I do, but you know what that makes you? "What?" "My geese." "I'm not a goose." "No, you're a geese. I'm gay, you're my gay niece, so that makes you a geese. Unless you'd rather be a ganeece." "I'd rather be Becky. That name is stupid." "Ok, Becky it is. TO THE PARK!!!!"
Becky was quite a blader, that was for sure. There was a group of about 12 kids her age, and they were all doing tricks that made Joe nervous . He had been a boy scout and he learned first aid there. He could probably still set a broken bone for when a professional came to the scene, but that was , oh geez, nearly 25 years ago, and. "Please don't make me need to do that." He chuckled to himself. "LETS GET GUNCLE JOE TO TRY!!!" He came out of a reverie when Becky yelled that. He had been thinking about all the things, big and small, that he and nick probably should talk about. Without either of them noticing, their relationship had gone up several levels, and there was probably stuff he wasn't thinking of that nick was. For now though, he had to figure out a way to escape the crowd of young'uns yelling "GUNC JOE GUNC JOE GUNC JOE" "OH SHIT" he thought. "I never learned how to set my own broken bones." "It's easy Gunc. Just step on it..." Joe wobbled and he began to laugh. "Ok, now push off. " Becky ordered him and he thought "This is sort of like sex. Well, not, it isn't. I'm ok at that." He began to move forward. "HOW DO I PUT ON THE BRAKES?" He heard the kids laughing. Becky was a start: no other adults were doing what he did. "What do they call that?" he thought "Cultural capital? Did I just do that for her?" Someone shouted instructions and he stopped the thing. How fast was his heart beating? But there was applause, and kids smiling, especially Becky. "You're the bestest Gunc. Unc Nick never did that. " "I can understand why" he said. Becky and the other kids were blading for about another hour and a half. When the crowds were breaking up, Joe went to her. "You want lunch, sweetpea?" "YEAH! What can we get?" "Whatever you want." "FRENCH ONION SOUP!!!!!" "Hmm. Interesting choice. Let's go visit this place I know. You want anything else besides the soup. "FRENCH FRIES!!!!" "Oh, I am going to be in SO MUCH TROUBLE." Sitting in the bistro, as he ate his croque monsieur, and Becky dove into her soup and fries (the waiter looked away when she started dipping the fries into the soup), she asked. "So, do you like doing bang bang with Unc Nick?" Joe had to put his sandwich down and get a drink of his coffee. "Becky? Are you sure you should be asking that?" "Oh, I'd not ask it in front of Unc Nick. He'd get angry. But he's not here. You can tell me." Joe chuckled. "Yes. I do." "He likes doing it with you too." "Did he tell you that?" "No, but he's smiling a lot. He didn't smile a lot before he started going to your house. " "Your uncle has a hard life Becky. I'd like to make it easier for him." "Me too! Can we get him a present?" "Well, what would he like." She lowered her voice. "He doesn't know I know this but... he'd love a motorcycle." "Hmmm. A motorcycle. Well that's a big present. Tell you what. Why don't we start with something smaller, like... how about a motorcycle jacket?" She wrinkled her nose. "I guess. But can we get him a motorcycle soon?" "We shall see Becky. We have to think about whether he'd take it or not." "That's true. He gets funny when people get him things." "Well, then, let's start with the motorcycle jacket. We have to get him used to getting big presents by getting small ones first." "COOOOOL" she looked at Joe. "Can I have a creme caramel too?" Joe thought about it for a minute. nick was working the dinner shift, so they could eat when they wanted to, and what they wanted to. "Tell ya what, Beckster? I'll have one too." "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY" Having eaten more than he ever ate at lunch, Joe took Becky's hand and they drove off to a men's store where they could get nick a jacket. Becky wanted to try on everything, and after an hour, an amused salesman rung up the jacket. "Sir, if your young man doesn't care for it, he could always return it." Joe smiled. "How do you know it's for a young man." The clerk smiled. "I just do. May I add, Sir, he's lucky to have you."
nick had been thinking about Becky and Joe all through the brunch shift. This was the first time he had ever trusted Becky to anyone other than a paid sitter. He hoped it wasn't a bad decision. No question: Becky ADORED Joe: probably as much as he did. But she could try a person, no question about it. Joe seemed to be the patron saint of patience, but... he had never mentioned nephews or nieces. Had he ever dealt with a fireball like Becky? "Please make this work, please..." He muttered under his breath. nick felt that a guy like Joe didn't come along very often, and he didn't want it to go fall apart because of Becky. Apart from how much he'd miss Joe, he feared he'd take it out on Becky. It was a shame he didn't see the two of them at the park again, with Joe asking Becky "You want the swing to go higher?" Joe DID have nephews and nieces, but they lived across the country and he didn't see them that often. He had shown Becky some of the pictures while they were having lunch. "She's pretty Gunc," she said about his niece Caroline. "And he's a hunk. Not as handsome as you, but good looking." She was looking at a photo of his nephew Marcus. "Oh, that's sweet of you Becky, but there's only room for one good looking guy in a bang bang, and that's your uncle Nick." Becky paused. "Yeah, he's kinda good looking, but why can there be only one? I think you both are." "I love this little chihuahua " he thought. Then the word "adoption" went through his mind, and he pushed it out. "We're not even close." "Uncle nick makes me take a nap after the playground." "Well, grown ups like naps because we're tired all the time." "I'm tired now too, Gunc." "Well, you wanna go home?" "Yes please." She fell asleep in the passenger seat. Joe smiled.
Back at nick's house, he got her shoes and jacket off, and got her on the bed. "She snores. " he observed as he closed the door.
As he sat down with his ipad to look at some work papers, his phone rang. It was nick. "HEY. It's my other sweetpea. My hardworking sweetpea. " "Hi there. We're between shifts and I wanted to check in." "Well, the Beckster is napping, I'm doing legal work, I skate boarded, we had lunch, we went shopping, and.." nick laughed. "Is your arm in a sling?" "No, but your ass may be." "Promises promises. Seriously, you're a better man than I am, Sir. I will not get on that skate board." "It wasn't that bad. Notwithstanding I wet my pants. Well, not really, but close. " "Ha ha. Where'd you go for lunch?" "The French place. She wanted the onion soup." "She wanted the fries. I won't let her get them without the soup." "Well, she got those too. And creme caramel. " "GOD SIR. You're gonna turn her into a blimp." "I don't think that's gonna be a problem nick-o. " "You said you went shopping. What did you buy her?" "Nothing. She told me you wanted a motorcycle." "JOE! TELL ME YOU DIDN'T...." "Ha ha. No, don't get your hopes up. But we did get you something." "Sir, don't spend your money on me." "nick-o, dont' tell me what to do. I'm the one who tells YOU what to do." "Yes sir." nick felt his cock get hard. "I can't wait to get home, Sir." "We will be here but no, we will NOT be doing bang bang when you get home. It's going to be much too late." "PLEASE? PRETTY PLEASE WITH A HANDCUFFED GREEK MAN WITH A GOOD BODY UNDERNEATH YOU?" "Ho ho. I was right. You DO have me twisted around your little finger. "I'll bounce up and down on your cock if you want." "We shall see, lover boy. Finish work soon. I'll be waiting."
He was. He had made Becky a burger for dinner which she proclaimed was "not as good as Uncle nick's" but she loved the milkshake. (Don't tell unc nick. We'll both get in trouble). They didn't eat until close to 9:30 because Becky was still full from lunch. Indeed, they were finishing up at ten when nick called to announce that it was slow that night so they were closing the place and he'd be home soon. "QUICK. We gotta get this stuff cleaned up. We don't want the milkshake police to arrest us" Joe was acting out. "Milkshake police. Hahahahahahahahaha. Do they look for moustaches?" "Go brush your teeth. You have to AT LEAST pretend you're sleeping. I know nick's gonna want to kill me." "Oh, just do bang bang and he'll be fine." He looked at her. "HOW old are you Becky?" "10. Going on 11." "No she's not. She's 40," he thought. "40 going on 100" . "Let me get this washed. You get YOU washed. You can stay up to kiss your uncle goodnight, and then... bed!" "Can we... can we give him his present?" Joe had been planning to give it to nick privately but.. yeah, it was Becky's idea. We could. You put it on." They heard nick open the door. Becky went to it, with the jacket on her pajamas. "HI UNCLE NICK." "HEY. Look at you. Now you can act in Grease!" "Well, nope... Because this is for you uncle." nick thought it was a joke. "For me? Really? " He looked at Joe. "Are you... are you.. " "WE. It was Becky's idea. Try it on." "Please let him like it. He looks SO HOT" Joe was thinking. nick went to the mirror. "You're not kidding? This is for me?" "YES UNCLE. Do you like it?" "Beckster... I LOVE IT. I'm gonna wear it tomorrow when we go out. Now we gotta get you one too so we can act out stuff from Grease." "Hahahahahahahahahahaahaha. That'll be fun." "Gimme a goodnight kiss, Beckster. Thank you for the jacket. " "Me too?" Joe asked. He got a bigger kiss than nick did. He walked over to nick. "You smell like feta." "You like cheese, Sir." "I do. And I'm gonna nibble you like a big ole mouse with a JD degree." "I can wash up first, Sir." "Nope, you little street punk." Joe pushed nick against the wall and pulled out the handcuffs he had hidden. nick was still in the jacket. "Next time, you're gonna wear it with nothing else on." he whispered to nick. "OH FUCK YES SIR" "But for now... you're either gonna perform or... you're going to jail. " "Yes sir." In the bedroom, he pushed nick to the floor. "SUCK IT PUNK. SUCK IT GOOD." nick had no idea where this was coming from, but he liked it. "That's enough. Now... an animal like you... gets taken like an animal." He pushed nick onto the bed and clawed off his pants. He spat into nick's ass crack and shoved his cock in. nick had taken out his ponytail before he came into the house, and Joe buried his face in nick's hair. "MINE. " He pushed nick's arms up so he could get into his ass further. "MINE. ALL FUCKING MINE. " He remembered that nick had bad memories of spanking and refrained. But he started telling himself: "pretend you have ten inches. pretend you have ten inches." "YES DADDY. FUCK THIS PUNK. TEACH HIM A LESSON. OOOOOOOOOOH." Joe started pulling all the way out, and ramming all the way back in. He was a machine. He was sweating, nick was sweating. "FUCK this is so great to come home to Sir.. OOOOOOOOOOOH . FUCK ME FUCK ME FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME." All the jizz that had been stored up in Joe that day, wound up in nick's ass. nick's jizz wound up on his jeans, his shirt, the bed." "Have I told you recently I love you?" Joe brushed some hair out of nick's face to kiss him. "Tell me again." "I love you nicklaus. " "I love you Joseph Sir. But if I don't clean up, I'm gonna stink tomorrow." Joe laughed. "You stink every morning. That's ok." nick looked at him. "Uh, Topman, you don't remind me of rosewater and glycerin at 8 a.m." "Touche'" "I'm exhausted for sure now." "You gonna wear it tomorrow for Beckster and me?" "I'm gonna wear it for the THREE of us."
During their Sunday excursion, they got Becky a smaller leather jacket. It was just about the same as nick's, but it had pink piping on it. Joe consented to a leather tie.