Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 21:45:35 +0000
From: Nifty Story <niftystory@yandex.com>
Subject: The Beckham Boys - Part 1

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The Beckham Boys – Part 1



Brooklyn Beckham was sat in the back seat of his Dad's white Range Rover
sport, his arm resting on the ledge of the open window. It was about 10AM
on a Saturday morning, and the car was parked in the driveway outside the
entrance to his London home in the leafy upmarket suburb of Kensington, but
inside the reinforced security gates.

Brooklyn Beckham was 14 years old now, the oldest of the Beckham
children. He was around 5"5 tall, with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a
slim athletic body. His face still was very much that of a boys rather than
being spoiled by puberty and spots, and he probably looked a bit more like
his Mum, Victoria Beckham, than his Dad, David Beckham. He was dressed
casually, in a white long sleeved t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

It felt like he had been waiting forever for his Dad and brother Romeo, but
in reality it was probably only 10 minutes. He was fiddling around with his
phone, reading what had been said on Twitter, but looked up every now and
then to see what was going on outside the car. The Beckhams were getting
ready for yet another trip back to LA to finish up some packing and finally
complete their move to the UK.

Brooklyn wasn't keen on the move on the move at all. He had built a life in
LA, everything that mattered to him was there, all his friends were there;
he felt more American that he did British anyway. He had begged his parents
for weeks to try and change their minds about the move back to the UK, but
they hadn't listened, and just kept telling him that the move was the best
decision for the family. The best decision for his Mum's fashion career
more like.

He had resigned himself to the move going ahead now, but had still cheered
himself up by spending the last few months making sure he did as little as
possible to help with the move so his parents knew just how much they were
destroying his life, although they were oblivious to it all as far as he
could see given how excited they were. He felt ignored a lot of time, all
the attention seemed to be on his new baby sister or his brother Romeo's
modelling career, or just about anything but Brooklyn.

Although in fairness, the few months he had been back in the UK hadn't been
all bad. He had been able to train with a few football clubs, and was now
signed to QPR's academy. He had started at a new school and had made a few
new friends who seemed cool, but he still longed to be back in LA and spent
as much time as he could on Skype or Facebook trying to keep in touch with
everyone. It was nigh on impossible to do though given the time difference,
so he felt really isolated at times.

He looked up from his phone and stared up the short flight of whitewashed
stone steps in the house's foyer, and could see his Dad bring down the last
of the suitcases from upstairs, saying something to the bodyguard as he put
it down, probably telling him to load up the car.

It was both really cool and really awful to be the son of someone as famous
as David Beckham. At times it felt like there was literally nothing they
couldn't do and no place they couldn't go, but all the attention that came
with that was insane. Walking out the front of the house and having a
hundred flash bulbs go off was not fun at all, it could be very scary at
times, though Brooklyn wouldn't admit it.

The bodyguard, a very tall heavily built black man in his 30s called
Dexter, came out carrying two of the suitcases, moving around to the back
of the car and opening the boot with the remote as he did so. Brooklyn spun
around in his seat, putting his phone down beside him, so he could talk to
Dexter through the open boot hatch.

"Is Dad ready yet Dex? It's been ages!" Brooklyn whined, as Dexter heaved
the first case into the boot.

"No idea mate, I think all the cases are down now, so doubt it will be
long" Dexter responded, turning around to grab the next case. He didn't
take any real notice of Brooklyn, being intent on the job at hand, and left
the boot open to head back up the steps into the house to collect the
remaining two cases.

Brooklyn turned back to look out the window, craning his neck to try and
see if he could see his Dad coming finally, but he couldn't see much past
the approaching Dexter, carrying a case in each hand to load into the
car. The car door suddenly opened opposite him, and he turned around to see
Romeo, his 10 year old brother, slide into the seat rear passenger seat
beside him, with a small Burberry travel bag in tow.

Romeo was by far the cutest of the Beckham boys, and looked like a mini
version of his Dad. He was around 4"10 tall and very skinny. He had light
brown hair, brown eyes, and cute little button nose. On this particular
occasion he was wearing a replica blue Paris St Germane top and shorts,
missing only the socks, opting instead for trainer socks. His skin was
nicely tanned brown, with not a patch of un-tanned skin showing.

"Is Dad coming now?" Brooklyn demanded.

"I don't know, I think so maybe, he said to get in the car." Romeo replied,
sensing his Brother wasn't in the best of moods. "Did you see the YouTube
video I sent you on Twitter Brook?" a big toothy grin formed on his face.

"What that rubbish one with cats? Don't send me that crap anymore Romeo,
I'm not a little kid like you and your stupid friends" Brooklyn snapped,
turning back to stare out the window, not seeing the deflated look on his
little brothers face.

Romeo idolised his older brother, he always seemed to know what was cool,
but he could be mean sometimes too, especially lately. He turned away and
put his little Burberry travel bag on the floor between his feet, one of
many Burberry items he was given for the modelling campaign, and reached
around to pull his seatbelt down across his body, clicking it into
place. It was going to be a long trip if Brooklyn was going to be mean.

Brooklyn watched out of the window as his Dad finally came down the stairs,
carrying a slightly larger version of the Romeo's travel bag under one arm,
with his keys in one hand and his wallet and phone in the other.

"You boys ready to go? Have you got everything? Have you been to the
toilet?" David asked though the open window leaning slightly on the ledge,
seemingly a bit rushed. He was terrible at getting ready for trips,
especially without Victoria to organise him, but she was in LA already with
Cruz and Harper.

"Yes Dad, can we just go already, I've been waiting for ages!" Brooklyn
whined, Romeo sitting quietly beside him in the rear passenger seat.

"OK, OK, we are going" with that David opened the front car door and slid
into the front passenger seat, resting his keys, wallet and phone on the
dash whilst he turned and passed back his bag to the boys in the rear seat.

"Take this for me sweetheart" he asked Romeo, the slight boy reaching out
to grasp the bag, struggling a little bit with the weight, before putting
it on the seat beside him.

"OK lets get a move on, it's only an hour an a half before the flight
leaves and we have a few bags to check in" David leaned over and spoke to
Dexter, who was going to be driving them. He put his seat beat on and
deposited his keys, wallet and phone in his pockets as the car moved
off. They stopped briefly at the security gate whilst it opened, before
heading straight out and onto the small road on which their house was
situated.

Thankfully it was only a short 40 minute or so journey to Heathrow airport,
but even so, inside 5 minutes Romeo was fast asleep, as he always was the
instant a car started moving. It was like some switch was thrown. Brooklyn
looked across at his little brother, whose head was leaning against the
window bobbing gently every now and then as the car went along, one hand
resting in his lap the other beside him on the middle seat.

Brooklyn went back to his phone, connecting his head phones and putting
them into his ears, to look at the stuff Romeo had sent him again, as they
were actually pretty funny despite what he had said to Romeo. His Dad and
Dexter were chatting about the trip, oblivious to the two boys in back.

He had been watching the clips for around 10 minutes or so when he stopped,
took one earphone out and turned to talk to his brother about one of the
clips, forgetting for a moment that Romeo had fallen asleep earlier.

He went to speak and then stopped himself, seeing that his brother was
sound asleep and went to turn back to his phone when he noticed something.

Where one of Romeos hands, the one nearest the car door, had been in his
lap before, it had now fallen down by the side by the door. The shorts that
Romeo was wearing were quite a snug fit on him, and Brooklyn could see that
the material of his brother shorts was slightly pushed out at the crotch
forming a little tent. "I guess Romeo's having a nice dream" Brooklyn
thought to himself, staring at the little tent in his brothers shorts, his
hand going down to his own dick almost in reflex, giving it a few squeezes.

All of the Beckham boys had seen each other naked a thousand times or more,
but Brooklyn had never seen Romeo with an erection before. He hadn't even
seen him naked for around two years since they stopped getting in the same
bath together, so he was a bit intrigued by what he saw. The little bulge
in his brother's shorts was making him kind of horny, his hand moving down
to squeeze his own dick in his jeans, but he didn't really know why.

He looked away from his sleeping brother's crotch for a minute and looked
forward, to see his Dad on his phone to someone and Dexter concentrating on
the road ahead. He turned back to his brothers crotch, looking up to his
face briefly to check he was still asleep, before taking another furtive
glance forward and then sliding his left hand under the waistband of his
jeans into his boxer briefs, grasping his now fully hard, but painfully
confined erection.

He had a nice thin, uncut 5 inch dick, which when hard stuck out nicely
from his body with a slight upward curve at the end, and only a small
spattering of dark brown pubic hair just above it. His buddies back in LA
always said his dick was weird, being the only uncut boy in the locker room
given Americans love of circumcision but he liked being uncut.

Brooklyn stared at his cute little brothers crotch, and did his best to
wank himself in his jeans with as little movement as possible, taking a
little glance forward every now and then to make sure no one was watching
him. He hadn't felt this horny in a long time, and wasn't sure if it was
the risk of getting caught or his seeing his little brother's shorts
covered erection that was making him feel this way.

Back in LA Brooklyn had messed around with a few buddies, but it was never
anymore than mutual wanking sessions to porn, and certainly never any
touching, especially not given how concerned all 14 year old boys are about
being called gay. Right now Brooklyn couldn't care less what anyone
thought, and as long as his Dad and Dexter didn't look around he was going
to continue wanking.

He continued to wank left handed in his jeans, rolling his foreskin back
and forth, and watched his brother crotch for a few more minutes, when he
looked up to his brothers face to see, with horror, Romeo staring back him
with a little grin on his face. He immediately removed his hand from his
jeans, his face burning bright red, and looked away from Romeo.

A few moments later, his phone beeped beside him to tell him he had a text
message. The message was from Romeo and simply said "u wana c it?"

Brooklyn looked up to his brother's face, who was still grinning at him,
his right hand now on top of his tented shorts, gripping his
erection. Brooklyn hesitated for a moment before nodding his head once,
causing Romeo to grin even wider.

Romeo looked up towards the front of the car to check his Dad wasn't
watching, before turning his attention back to his crotch. He put his hand
under the bottom of his shirt and gripped the waistband of his shorts and
lime green briefs, pulling them both down in one movement, his hard little
uncut 3 inch erection bouncing back against his totally hairless pubic area
as he did so.

He looked back to Brooklyn, whose hand had gone back into his jeans and
looked to be wanking again. Romeo let his shorts and briefs rest under his
small hairless ball sack and used his thumb and forefinger to roll back his
foreskin revealing the little pink mushroom head, looking up at Brooklyn as
he did so, who was staring intently at the little show his 10 year old
brother was putting on.

Brooklyn couldn't believe how hot this was, his little brothers dick looked
so cool, he didn't think he had ever been so hard before and felt sure he
was going to cum any second as he watched Romeo roll his foreskin slowly
back and forth over the head of his hard little dick. He lasted a few more
seconds before he shot his load into his white boxer briefs, grunting as he
did so.

He looked across to his brother to see him quickly pull his t-shirt down to
cover his erection and look out the window as his Dad turned around.

"You OK Brooklyn?" he asked, looking around the head rest slightly at his
flushed looking son, not noticing his hand being removed quickly from his
jeans.

"Yeah, uh, fine Dad. I guess I just dozed off, and then woke up, and kind
of scared myself" Brooklyn lied, trying to look as sleepy as he could.

"You look a bit red son, you feeling OK? Maybe you're coming down with
something as it's not like you to sleep in the car?" his Dad asked, looking
concerned.

"Yeah it's usually me!" Rome piped up, his Dad looking over to the smiling,
innocent looking little 10 year old.

"Yeah it is inst it! Anyway we will be at Heathrow in 5 minutes, so you can
have a kip on the plane can't you?" he said, turning back to Brooklyn.

"Yeah I guess so" Brooklyn responded, looking at his Dad, rubbing his eyes.

David turned back to the front of the car, leaving his two sons to
it. Brooklyn looked across at Romeo who was quickly tucking his now soft
dick back into his shorts, before grinning at Brooklyn. Romeo picked up his
phone and tapped out another text message, making Brooklyn's phone beep a
few seconds later.

"I wanna c urs nw, can i? ?" Brooklyn read, before tapping out a response.

Romeo's phone beeped, and he looked at the message his brother had sent
him, which said "Yeh bt nt nw". Romeo grinned at his brother.

"Cool" he said out loud.

"What's cool sweetheart?" his Dad asked from the front of the car.

"Oh nothing Dad, just Bailey sent me a tweet saying he liked that cat video
I sent him" Romeo lied, glancing over to his older brother with a little
sideways grin.

"Yeah it was pretty funny Romeo" Brooklyn chimed in, reaching over to
ruffle his little brother's hair.

"Good to see you have cheered up Brooks, thought you were going to be a
nightmare on the trip home, well to our old home that is" his Dad said,
turning around to look at the two boys.

"Nah Dad, I think I'm OK now" he replied, looking over to Romeo. "I think
it's gonna be a cool trip actually"


End of Part 1


I haven't written anything on Nifty for a while, but just found the three
little Beckham boys too irresistible to avoid writing something about
them. The story will heat up a lot more in subsequent chapters.

If you have enjoyed this story and want to read more please get in touch
and tell me, particularly if you have any ideas about which characters you
want to be involved beyond the Beckham boys themselves. Thank for reading!