Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2023 17:27:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Writing Nifty Subject: Nicky PROLOGUE -- 2014 "JESUS, NICKY!" Justin bolted form the couch he was sitting on, totally minding his own business, trying to finally defeat Champion Cynthia in the Pokemon Diamond video game on his 2Ds Nintendo that he was currently playing for what seemed like the ten millionth time, and he was just beginning to think that the game was set up so that no player would ever actually do that, when he heard the earth-shattering scream coming from the bathroom, where he and his girlfriend were visiting her parents for her mom's birthday. Before he could reach said bathroom, he heard giggling laughter as loud as the afternoon was long, and it came along with a little black-haired boy whose eyes lit up the moment that he knew he was caught out by his big sister. "YOU LITTLE CREEP! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Justin was just in time to stop Candice from leaping across several sets of furniture in order to actually get to her young seven-year-old kid brother, but he managed to stop her just in time, not failing to realise that her semi naked body and her equally wet hair was lodged against his own fifteen-year-old teenage body in that fit of rage. "Babe, chilax for gods' sake, what the hell happened in there?" he asked, flickering his eyes between brother and sister, or at that moment, angel and demon would have been more a precise description. "That little creep has been watching me take a shower for fuck knows how long! He's a little pervert! And are you just gonna stand there doing nothing? For real, Justin? How about actually defending your damn girlfriend?" Candice steamrollered forward, making no hidden temptation to seriously harm the still laughing and giggling seven-year-old who was right now, hiding behind the couch, tears of joy and fun streaked across his red, healthy boyish cheeks. "I saw her boobies!" he said emphatically, to make everything ever worse, because Justin had to really tense himself to hold Candice in his arms and way from little Nicky, who didn't for a second seem scared of what his sister might actually do to him. In the short time they had been here, Justin had realised that Nicky was simply too fast for anyone to catch him, when he really wanted to speed off, he doubted if even he, one of the fastest runners on the football pitch, would be able to catch the little rascal. Justin never and any little brothers or sisters, not any to speak of, so he wasn't used to having all of this, having to share a space with another sibling. He had to beg his parents something silly for them to actually and finally give their permission so that he could travel with Candice and her family to their farm away across the Free State of South Africa, in Bloemfontein to be precise. In all honesty, he actually wanted join Nicky in sheer laughter, but he knew that his relationship was gonna be dead in the water if he ever so much as smirked about all of this. "Nicky, say you're sorry," he ordered the little boy, whose eyes widened immediately, and for the first time that afternoon, his confidence seemed to fade, just a tad. "I thought you were on my side, Justin..." he muttered, all the while slowly walking forward to where his sister and Justin were still standing, suddenly not so cocky any more now that his big sister seemingly had help. "Just wait until I tell Mom and Dad what you did, you little fucker!" Candice yelled out and finally, somehow, freed her grip from Justin's strong hold and grabbed the unexpecting Nicky in a chokehold of note. The little boy started to scream at the top of his lungs and the sound enough was way more than Justin could actually take. "Geez, both of you are acting little such kids! With Nicky, I can still understand, but Babe? Really? You wanna choke your bro to death? What a hell of a birthday present for your mother, that will be..." Justin said with the full amount of sarcasm in his voice and eyes that he could muster. Candice stood away from Nicky, rolling her eyes and pushing him to the floor, where the exhausted little kid fell into a sheer heap of rolling laughter. "Candice has a boyfriend, Candice has a boyfriend...!" came the taunting chant, but that was until Justin turned around and faced him, to which the little boy immediately kept quiet. "You wanna say sorry, Nicky? For real this time?" Justin asked, calmly, yet rationally, his eyes staring deep into the equal royal blue ones that the cute seven-year-old boy possessed. Nicky looked down, and after fidgeting with his fingers for a while he muttered something what sounded remotely like "sorry" underneath his breath. "I'm sorry, little shi...I mean, little bro, I really couldn't hear you..." Candice said with ice in every syllable of the words. Nicky took one look at Justin, and when he clearly saw that he wasn't going to get any sympathy from the older boy, he completely clamped up, puffed his cheeks and balled his little fists something crazy... "I am sorry, okay? There, I said it! Now you two and go back to kissing and pulling faces at each other and you leave me alone!" Nicky shouted, turned around and ran out of the back door into the garden, as fast as his young little boyish legs could carry him. "I think you upset him, Babe," Justin said, worryingly walking over to the back door himself, to see where Nicky was and if he was okay. He saw the little boy sitting on one of the outside swings, in the huge jungle gym that their father had built them when Candice was still a little girl, way back when. It was a little far away but it did seem as if the boy was crying. Candice smirked and walked over towards her boyfriend, and before Justin could do or even try and say anything else, she smilingly placed the palm of her hand on his shorts-covered cock, to which Justin hissed and closed his eyes in sheer...fake...sexual pleasure. "I'll make it up to him. So, while he's out there sulking, you get your ass inside that bedroom because I'm really in the mood for that delicious dick of yours..." Candice whispered and gave his teenage cock another squeeze, before giggling and running towards the bathroom, and shutting the door. Justin sighed, and he noticed with lead in his heart, that his dick wasn't getting hard at all, it never fucking did when he was with Candice. Of course, she didn't know what when they were in bed together, he was always imagining being with someone totally else when they were, with someone he didn't even know, or perhaps a celebrity that he found attractive...he sat down and wiped his entire face with his hands, as if to get some clarity. He was so scared, so unbelievably afraid what might happen, when his strategy for getting a hardon when in bed with her, didn't work anymore. And as he was getting older, and as he was wanting something more and more, that she simply couldn't give him, he absolutely fucking dreaded it. He was gay. It was okay, he could finally admit it to himself. He was gay and there was no way in the world that he could EVER admit it to anyone else, least of all Candice. Being with her, yeah...the sex was great, he had to admit, but it wasn't...it wasn't WHAT HE WANTED. What he craved. And at nights, when he was all alone in his bed at home, looking at photos of Daniel Radcliffe, Channing Tatum, Jonathan Bennett and many more on his phone's internet, he used to beat off that same teenage cock of his, that wouldn't make a peep when he was with Candice...but when, inside his fucked-up mind, when he thought of himself with those hunky, sexy male celebs...even some of the guys at school, to be fair... ...it was then that his fifteen-year-old dick rose to the occasion like never before, rock hard, pulsing, red and angry as hell. His cum would spurt out of that teenage organ like a fucking fountain, draining his balls so much that he gasped for breath, and his eyes rolled back inside of his head, the images of those men flashing before his very eyes as he continued to jack off his dick, the thick teenage sperm everywhere you bloody looked. That's what guys did to him. And with himself and his very, VERY, conservative Afrikaans farming family, and knowing how majority Afrikaans people in South Africa felt about homosexuality, it was just not an option. In his neck of the woods, if you weren't rough, built and macho all of the fucking time, people already thought you were a sissy, or a "moffie" as the general derivative term for gays was in the Afrikaans language. A shame hung over your house and even your farm if ever a family had a gay son or even a lesbian daughter in the family, and that was just the way things were. "You coming or what?" Justin snapped out of his thoughts and looked upwards to where Candice was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, naked as the day she was born, and ever so carelessly rubbing her right hand all over her skinny ass tummy and breasts, all whilst looking directly at him. "Uhm...what about Nicky? He's just out there, what if he decides to..." "Dude...you wanna get laid, or do you wanna worry about my stupid brother?" Candice trumped and winked at him. Oh boy... Justin sighed as he stood up, and hoped to God Candice would think that the crease in his shorts was his boner, because he didn't know how the fuck he would get it up, this time. ** PROLOGUE -- 2017 "Happy birthday, dear Nicky...happy birthday to youuuuu!!" "Alright, birthday boy, make a wish!" The newly turned ten-year old's eyes lit up and he stared with much boyish excitement, into his giant Lego themed birthday cake with candles sparkling in all directions. Justin was busy recording the entire party on his video camera, and he intended to give that to Nicky in DVD form as a birthday present in the coming days after he had a chance to edit it. His eyes fell on Candice who looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but here at her kid brother's tenth birthday party. Nicky managed to breath in a whole lot of air and then suddenly blew the lot over his burning birthday candles, getting each and every one in the process, to the cheer of his parents, family members and all his friends from school who was attending. Careful to capture Nicky at all the right moments, Justin moved to the right had side of the outside patio, and with the video camera plonked to his eye, he didn't quite see where he was going...and right into someone who just happened to have taken a sip of his drink... "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" he hissed as he realised that he had walked straight into another guy, a very hot ass guy, to be honest, who looked like he could be his age, and allowed the glass of...what just HAD to be bright red cooldrink to spill all over his...JUST HAD TO BE...snow white t-shirt he had on. Quickly putting the camera down safely, he looked around nervously at what to do, or if this guy was going to floor him right then and there in front of all these people, but to Justin's sheer amazement, the guy just laughed and held his hands up in the air. "If you didn't see me through that video camera, when I have no excuse as well, because I wasn't paying attention with both my eyes available. It's really not a problem. I'm David, Joey's brother, you know, Nicky's best friend? We live on the farm next to this one. And I know you, you're Candice's boyfriend, right?" Justin nodded, and glanced to where Candice was at the moment, and of course, as always, she was on her phone. If he didn't know better, he would swear that her phone was glued to her body more than her tits were. David smirked as he saw that Justin had nothing to say about his girlfriend not even bothering to be with him at her brother's birthday. "She's a real piece of work, that one, have to say, sorry. Nearly all my friends went out with her some or other time over the years and she treated them like shit...no offence. Congrats if you are able to cope with all that," he said, taking off his wet, red stained shirt, revealing his tight abs, his defined biceps and strong shoulder muscles to the rest of the party around them. "The pool's water should be great, why don't you drop filming for a while and actually ENJOY the day?" David asked, and before Justin could answer, he saw the dude wink at him. Jesus. No...no, he didn't imagine it. He really didn't. Was this guy...was he actually flirting with him? Here? Of all places? There had to be more homophobia on this ranch than in the Oval Office under Trump! He shook his head in sheer disbelief, as he saw David running off to where the old-fashioned farm pool was still situated, in true South African farming history, a solid built round structure complete with the cleanest water what you could ever have dreamed of. It being in the middle of the South African summer, he was very temped, it was so hot out here today, but he had made a promise to Nicky. Then again...the water and especially the hot guy inside the swimming pool looked really, really good... A couple of hours later, when the pool was starting to get full with all the kids done playing with the presents that Nicky had gotten and now wanted to cool off, both David and Justin decided that they were going to try and wash David's shirt to get rid of the blood red stain that was still splattered all over the white material. Both boys had a few drinks by that time, as it was accustomed in the Afrikaner culture, because at every BBQ or a braai, as they called it, or at every single social occasion, there had to be beer, beer and more beer. That was how it always were. David giggled and Justin couldn't hold back his laughter either when the shirt came out of the washing machine, now pink of colour, with neither knowing what it was that they did wrong, but inside their alcohol infused minds, that was THE funniest damn thing they had ever seen. Both eighteen-year-olds sunk to the bathroom floor, in sheer laughter, their bodies riddled and wrecking with shudders of snickering and whispers, all the while allowing their drunkenness to overpower them. They didn't know what they were saying half the time, they would crack up randomly about anything they found funny, just two teenagers, wasted as the day was done. There was fleeting moment, where Justin opened his eyes after having finished what had to be his fifth beer, and he saw David looking directly at him. He could ever swear there was lust, or even yearning inside the other boy's beautiful eyes. Justin wanted to look away, even in his current confused state, knowing that he had a beautiful girlfriend outside, somewhere, waiting for him, she must have been wondering where he was by now...but then again, the image of her blatantly ignoring him all day and being on her phone for hours on end, made him doubt himself. He was gay, that he knew...and he sure as hell wasn't used to being stared at, in this sorta way by another dude either. "You know what...she doesn't...she really doesn't deserve a guy like you..." came David stuttering words, trying and failing to compose himself what with all the beers he had in his system. "Don't say that man...she's smoking hot, anyone will be lucky to fuck her...I mean...have her..." Justin muttered in return. Another giggle from David surfaced, before Justin felt a hand on his chin. The feeling of another man touching him, looking so lovingly into his eyes, seeing every nook and cranny of the need the other boy must have had towards him turned him on something crazy. Having always, ALWAYS wanted this, it was indeed very difficult to ignore, and even more when you were drunk as a skunk. "I agree, she's hot. She's fine. She's a bitch, I get all of that. But...can she do...this..." David closed his eyes and the last thing that Justin saw was his face...mouth...and juicy lips coming closer and closer...until they touched his. Justin sighed, his chest heaving frantically, his heart pounding away inside his teenage chest faster than that of a hamster inside his wheel, as a man's lips landed on his for the very first time. That feeling of finally, FINALLY, being kissed, by someone completely fitting the description of what had felt RIGHT, in every damn sense of the word. David's lips were feathery soft, demanding entry at every available chance he gotten. One tongue found the other in this dominant struggle for what was happening, as they tasted, prodded and enjoyed the other. Justin felt David's hand on the cusp of his neck, caressing the soft fibres of the back of his hair when he saw a shadow of movement on the outer side of the still open bathroom door...followed by the face of a very confused ten-year-old boy... "OH MY GOD! NICKY!" Justin pushed David backwards with such an extreme force that he nearly hit his head on the cold tiled floor, whilst that shock actually appeared to sober Justin up, gingerly standing up and facing the ten-year-old birthday boy. Every hope, every prayer that perhaps Nicky had come into the bathroom too late, that perhaps he hadn't seen anything, completely fled out of the proverbial window, because anyone who looked at the youngster's face would realise that he was in complete and utter shock. "Nicky...I....we...we were just..." There was nothing to say, Nicky just shook his head slowly, as if in total disbelief what he had seen, before he turned around faster than his legs could carry him and he was outta there. The whole damn afternoon onwards, Justin had silently waited for the bomb to burst, for Nicky to have run straight to Candice and having told her what he had seen her boyfriend do...kissing another dude. Only, it didn't happen. Nothing was said, nothing serious happening, neither Candice nor her father came charging after him with an axe demanding to cut off his balls or anything. When it was time to leave, Candice, by now hanging onto Justin, herself as tipsy as he has ever seen her, didn't have a clue why little Nicky had in all probability decided to stay quiet about what he had been him do. Before they left, Justin quietly snuck into Nicky's room, and decided to leave him a letter or a note, just SOMETHING to explain himself, in the one place only he would find it. He quickly took a paper of A4 writing pad from Nicky's school work and started to write. "I'm sorry. Thanks for not saying anything. Love you, pal." He folded the little note and placed it underneath Nicky's cushion. He closed his eyes and sighed...slowly bringing his hands up towards his mouth, and gingerly touching his lips, the exact spots where David's had been mere hours ago. He finally knew...he FINALLY knew what it felt like to be kissed by another guy. And my god...it felt like coming home. ** PRESENT DAY -- 2022 "What? How...when...how?" "Everything okay, Babe?" Justin frowned as he found his fiance in a total state of shock, sitting on their bed, holding her mobile phone close to her ear, and her remaining hand clasped tightly on her chest. She was breathing quicker than usual, her eyes flickering over to Justin, before she nodded and gave him the phone. "Hello, who is this?" he answered before it suddenly dawned on him that it was her father on the phone. Candice and Nicky's mother had suffered a huge heart attack earlier that morning and it was literally touch and go as things stood. Her father begged him to bring Candice home so that she could be there for Nicky, because her dad quite frankly, wasn't coping and neither was her now fifteen-year-old kid brother. Justin's faced softened...as a flash of guilt hit him straight in the face. He had been so busy organising this damn flashy wedding that Candice had always dreamt of, and on top of that, he had just made a big promotion at his job as a junior copywriter, so there really hadn't been spare time in the last what...two or three years to even go near the farm and visit his in laws. He swallowed slowly and promised Candice's dad that they were on their way immediately. Candice was unusually quiet the whole trip down there, normally, she was bubbly and fierce, over the years she had learned to get what she wanted, whatever what was, at all costs. Having her dad's money kick start her entrepreneurial career, she felt like was on top of the world and no one could stop her. It changed her, over the years, it had to be said, but the woman that Justin now saw before him was the complete and total opposite of said woman, who ate potential clients and her own work staff for breakfast. It was just getting dark when they finally arrived on the farm, and Justin had not parked for car for two seconds, before Candice threw the door open and scattered over towards the back door of the old farmer's house, without even as much as a look back towards him. Justin sighed, and got out of the car, before locking it. He stared upwards into the night's sky, with several of the Free State's bright stars surrounding him, each with their own story and strife...this place...he hasn't been here for yonks...and yet, five years ago, it was here, that he had his one and only kiss...closeness...intimacy, with another man. Being quite a handsome guy, of course there had been a lot of times where Justin had been hit on at his job, or at the gym, by males and females for that matter, with of course, the city being a lot different from the life as he knew it here in the rural farming community. Out there back home, people in general these days, thought nothing anymore about two men or two women holding hands, kissing in public or even being in a relationship, it was more respected and just, completely lesser judged than it was here. Sad, but true. Justin closed his eyes for just a few seconds, wanting to give Candice a few private moments with her father and with Nicky...he still, to this fucking day, dreamt of that kiss, that drunken, stupid kiss that David guy had given him sometimes. The only kiss that meant more to him than EACH and EVERY bit of affection Candice has EVER given him...he loved her, don't get me wrong...but when he kissed her, when they fucked and slept together, it didn't feel RIGHT. It didn't feel NATURAL. He shook his head. It was nothing that Candice could have done more, or even less. The problem wasn't with his fiance. The problem was that she was the wrong gender, for his needs and his heart. A movement around the old farmers pool, still in working after all these years and generations who had used it, caught Justin's eye. He knew that South Africa was notorious for having severe farm attacks in recent years, so he wanted to be ready in case anyone DARED to try anything. This family was going through so much grief, he wasn't going to allow anything to ruin them being together inside that house for the first time in years. As Justin neared the pool side area, he saw that it was a lanky, rather tall and skinny person who was sitting with his feet inside the water and his backside on the wall. He heard sniffing, followed by several sobs, quietly and softly, but it was there. As he came closer, the moon shone on the water, reflecting the light from the liquid up into the person's face, and finally, recognition spun through Justin. It was Nicky. Jesus Christ...he has grown. In the almost three years that Justin had last seen him, that little boy, the little irritating fucker what loved to mess with his sister, and always had such a high regard for Justin himself, even miraculously staying quiet all those years ago when he had caught himself and that David bloke making out in the bathroom after they were drunk... ... you would have more than expected that a ten-year-old would run to his sister and rub it in her face at what her then, boyfriend was doing...but he didn't. That at least, showed some kind of loyalty, if nothing else. "Nicky?" The now fifteen-year-old spun around and looked Justin straight in the eye. For a moment everything was quiet as fuck except for the water flowing inside the pool as Nicky stopped rowing his feet inside of it. "Justin..." he whispered, in a voice that the latter didn't even recognise, it had been that long. As if in a dream, Justin saw how Nicky literally jumped off that pool wall and run towards him as if his life depended on it. He THREW himself in Justin's arms and held him so tightly, it literally felt like he was trying to squeeze the life outta him. Justin immediately reacted and hugged the boy to him, only to feel the utter sobs, the violent wrecking of the boy's body as he cried his heart out, and he somehow understood. In this neck of the woods, it was absolute murder for a man, or even thus an especially one that was on the cups of being a full-grown adult, to show any kind of emotion. That must have been the reason why Nicky was all the way out here, crying and making peace with what had happened without his father seeing him. He clung onto Justin even more, he had his arms around his neck as he continued to sob, and all Justin could do, was hold the boy he had come to love and appreciate so much over the course of eight years since he had first met him. Finally, after a few minutes, Nicky pulled back and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled, the fear of losing his mother very much on the flow and nuances of his beautiful voice. For the first time, Justin was able to get a good look at Nicky, and his heart lunged. Literally. He wished it didn't, to be fair, this was the kid that grew up before him, this was his fiance's little brother. But Jesus...there was no way to describe what had happened to Nicky since he had last seen him. Before, he was this devilish little runt who always loved to run, laugh, make weird jokes, torture his sister...but now...that little boy was gone...completely gone...and in his place was a fifteen-year-old teenager who was so beautiful and so God damn sexy that he actually hurt to even look at him! "Have you...I mean, have you guys heard anything for the hospital?" Justin asked as he touched Nicky's shoulder. The boy shivered in the cold night's air, and sniffed once more before he answered. "No, and my dad don't wanna tell me anything, and I don't know why! She's my mom! I deserve to know!" he cried out, looking around nervously after, probably too scared that his dad might have heard him obviously, but he didn't stop there. "I'm glad you're here. And Candice obviously, I saw her running to the house when you arrived. I missed you...and her of course. I just...I'm so scared, Justin. I don't what I'll do if Mom dies or something...I don't know how I'll handle that..." Justin reached out with both of his hands and placed them on Nicky's still shivering shoulders. He looked the teenager, the very, very handsome teenager in his eyes and smiled, what he hoped to be, reassuringly at the very least. "Listen pal, do you trust me? Do you trust me, Nicky?" The teenager slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving Justin's. "Then trust me when I say she's gonna make it, your mom and Candice are two of the strongest people I know, right? Come on, let's go inside, hey? It's bloody freezing out here. Okay?" Nicky nodded one more time, and Justin quickly unzipped his jacket that he was wearing, without even thinking, purely going on giving instinct, and placing it around Nicky's bare shoulders. For a moment, Nicky stood still, his eyes nervously flickering over his jacket and then finally back towards Justin. It was like for that few moments, time had decided to stand still. Neither was moving, nor saying anything. A single tear rolled and dobbed from Nicky's left eye and onto his cheek, but he still remained quiet. The two guys just stood there, and couldn't bear to take their eyes off each other for a single second. "NICKY! JUSTIN? Where are you guys?" "Candice..." Justin muttered softly and turned around to face the old house. "We're at the pool, go inside, its cold!" Justin was just in time to see Nicky blitz past him, as fast as he has ever been, he has always been a real fine and decent athlete and but right now he was running away as if the devil himself was after him. In his haste, Justin's jacket had fallen off and the latter gently picked it up as he too walked back to the old farm house. He slowly, nervously, not sure if he wanted to, or even should, bought it towards his nose and he could actually SMELL the deodorant that Nicky must have used. Justin trembled, and not just because of the sheer low temperatures. What the fuck...what is going on...? How the hell did Nicky morph into this...into THAT? Hands down the most beautiful human being he has ever seen... ...his fiance's kid brother. Of ALL fucking people. ** NOTE FROM AUTHOR I want to thank you guys for reading, and I hope this could become a regular story, I guess it depends on the amount of feedback I will yet hehehe. I'm still new at this, afterall. My email is writingfornifty@yahoo.com if you wanna get in touch, and I'll make sure to reply.