Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 11:30:56 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Nicholson Boy, Chapter 12 The Nicholson Boy Chapter 12 "George Bush? George fuckin' Bush? I mean, are you serious, man? Who the Hell dresses up as George fuckin' Bush on fuckin' Halloween?" Fisk slapped his hand down on the locker for added effect. He was standin' there in his jock. Yep, here we were. Back in the locker room. Matheson shrugged. "I already told you, Fisk," he said. "They ran outta Ronald Reagan masks at the Halloween store. And who are you to talk anyway, man? I mean, you went dressed as fuckin' Gorbachov." "Who?" "Gorbachov, dumbass." "Who went as Gorbachov?" "You went as Gorvachov, dipshit. Don't you remember?" Fisk shrugged. "I don't know who the fuck that is. I was wearin' a toga." Matheson sighed. "And Allston here went as fuckin' Flash Gordon. I mean, how gay is that? That's like gayer than suckin' off three dicks at once." A confused look popped on Fisk's face. "How do you suck off three dicks at once?" he asked. I had to laugh. "Who cares, dipshit?" said Matheson. "That's not the point. I guess the point is... dang, Halloween came and went so fast I felt like I didn't even have time to enjoy it. I mean, I woulda really had a good time if someone told me that the Sigma Alpha Theta party was a toga party cuz then I woulda worn a fuckin' toga instead of lookin' like a goddamn dumbass in a Ronald Reagan mask with fuckin' Gorbachov here." "Who?" asked Fisk. "At least you weren't wearin' Flash Gordon shorts." That was me that said that. "Gay. Gay. Gay." Said Matheson. "Yeah, you already made that pretty clear, man." "Oh well," said Fisk, slappin' me on the ass. "I'm gonna head to the showers. I got a little ball funk goin' on that I need to take care of. You know, wash my balls? Anybody wanna join?" "Uh... no," I said. "Yeah, I'm gonna pass on that, too, bud," said Matheson. "Me and Allston here need to have a talk." "What could you two guys possibly have to talk about without me?" "I'm gonna explain to Tucker here how to suck off three dicks at once." Fisk looked confused again and then he walked away. "Yeah, well, practice is over so... uh... I guess I'm gonna head out," I said. I grabbed my towel and slung it over my shoulder, then I grabbed my gym bag and prepared to head out. "Are you serious, Allston?" said Matheson, grabbin' onto my arm. "I just said we need to talk." "I don't need to know how to suck off three dicks at once." "Yeah, I just said that to be funny," Brian said. "We need to talk 'bout somethin' else." I sighed. That's when HE walked in. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I could see the outline of his enormous dick underneath, just kinda snakin' down and hangin' next to his muscular thighs. I could see the droplets of water stickin' to the hair on his massive chest. His blood red hair was wet, too, and hangin' down on the sides of his head. It was Scott Danzig. All the dudes in the locker room turned to look at him as he walked in from the showers. Yeah, he kinda had that effect on people. I guess you might call him the alpha male type. Brian and me turned to look, too. Matheson nodded his head and looked at me with a huge grin on his face. "Him," he said. "we need to talk 'bout that dude." "What the heck do we need to talk about him for?" I asked. "I heard you went home with him last night. I heard you got into his Cadillac De Ville and rode to his house off campus and didn't come back to the rooster crowed the next mornin'." "The rooster crowed? Who the fuck says that?" I asked. Matheson shrugged and put his arm around me. "So what happened, Tuck? Did you fuck him? What happened?" WHat happened? That was a good question, I guess. I mean, nothin' really happened. Well, somethin' happened, but not what Matheson was thinkin'. I did take a ride in Scott's blue Cadillac de Ville and I did take a ride over to his house. Sure, I did. Scott didn't live on campus with the rest of us guys on the baseball team. He lived way out in the woods and his house was right offa this long road. There was a gate that led to his house and Scott had to stop the car and get out to open it. He had to type a code in the keypad beside the gate to get the gate doors to open. When the gate doors opened, Scott got back in the car and we drove up this long road to his house. It was the biggest house I had ever seen. I mean, I was from Kentucky after all. It was this big brick house with white columns and all these weird flowers out front. It was a breezy night, true, but I swear some of the flowers turned to look at us as we walked toward the door. "What kinda flowers are those?" I asked. "Never seen nothin' like that before." "Venus fly traps," said Scott. "Don't get too close." I laughed, but then I stopped when I realized that Scott wasn't jokin'. One of the Venus fly traps opened its mouth and I coulda sworn that there were like razor sharp teeth inside. "What the Heck? Um... do you live here?" 'Yes, I do," said Scott. "I'd like to formally invite you to my home, Tucker Allston." Scott stood in front of the door and indicated with his hand that I should pass in front of him and go in first. I could tell that he wasn't going to move unless I accepted the invitation and walked in before him. "Alright," I said. "I accept your invitation." I walked toward the door and reached for the door knob but the door just seemed to open on its own. Yeah, that was weird, but I figured that there must be some kinda servant or somethin' inside that opened the door from within, but when I entered the house I didn't hear a sound or see a single livin' soul. It seemed like it was just the two of us. As I walked into the front room, I looked around. It was like a house outta the movies. There was wood panelin' everywhere and paintings hangin' on the walls. I walked up to some of the pictures to get a closer look and it was all like stuff outta the Bible. Angels fightin' demons and Satan draggin' people down into Hell. That kinda shit. I thought, "This stuff must be all fakes," but they didn't look like fakes to me. It was all museum quality stuff. Right in front of me was this big sweepin' staircase. I walked toward it, but then I looked back behind me at Scott. He was just standin' there watchin' me with this look on his face. I saw that the front door just sorta closed on its own behind him. "What now?" I asked. "My bedroom is upstairs." "Your bedroom?" "Yes, Tucker," said Scott. "You are tired, aren't you?" Yeah, it was true. I was pretty beat and I woulda loved nothin' better than to just get in a big comfy bed and hit the fuckin' hay. I mean, that's what I wanted to do, but somethin' kept tellin' me that if I was smart I would just leave. "Leave, bro, just leave!" said this voice in my head. But you guys already know that your boy Tucker doesn't know what the heck to do most of the time and so I didn't listen to the voice in my head tellin' me not to go upstairs cuz I didn't really see any reason not to. I already said I was tired. I mean, what's the worst thing that could happen? The way that I saw it, the followin' things mighta occurred: (1) I get a good night's sleep and wake up to a three meat breakfast the followin' mornin' like at Frank's, (2) I get the fuck of my life and can't walk the next mornin' cuz Scott's 14-inch dick opened me up like the vagina of a five dollar whore at 2 in the mornin' in an alley off Main Street, (3) Scott Danzig is actually Satan and his house is a doorway to Hell, so I might wake up in torment, or (4) I get a so-so sleep and am still a little tired the next mornin and Scott gives me a ride to class. I mean, those options weren't that bad, were they? "Yep, I'm tired," I said. Scott stood beside me and put his hand on my back. He gave me a rub. "Follow me," he said, and I followed Scott as he walked up the thirty or forty steps of the staircase. The staircase just seemed to go on and on forever and the room below us just seemed to disappear and become all black. "This is one long staircase," I said. "Yes, it is, Tucker," said Scott. His voice was so deep. "I bet you don't have anything like this in Kentucky, do you?" "Do you even have to ask?" Scott laughed. Eventually we made it to the second floor where I saw this long hallway. At the end of the long hallway was a door and I knew that the door had to lead to Scott's bedroom. The hallway had a red carpet and I followed Scott as he walked to his room. As we walked to Scott's bedroom, I asked him: "Can you throw down in the kitchen?" "What, Tucker?" "I mean... uh... are you a good cook?" "No, but if you want a good breakfast I can arrange that for you. I can have whatever fare you want ready for you when you wake up." "Yeah, that would be awesome," I said. Dang, Scott looked so handsome. It wasn't just that he was big and strong with a chiseled face, but he just had this quality to him that was so different. It was like he was a man and not a boy. He was kinda like Frank in that respect. And Scott wasn't just any man, he was THE MAN. Next thing I knew, we were standin' in front of Scott's door. Scott turned and looked me dead in the face. "Alright, I have to invite you in," he said. "Would you like to come in, Tucker? I have the most comfortable bed outside of Hell... I mean, on Earth... and I can guarantee that I'm pretty comfortable, too." Scott raised his shirt and I saw his muscular chest and abs, but it wasn't too muscular that it would feel like sleepin' on bedrock lyin' next to him. It was just right. It was kinda a douchey thing to do to raise your shirt to impress someone, but Scott looked pretty good and I could tell he wasn't a douchebag so I didn't reall care. "Yeah, you look comfortable," I said. "I accept your invitation. Again." Scott opened the door and I walked into his bedroom. The room had red wallpaper and the bedsheets were red, too. Red satin. Yeah, that was kinda like some bad 80s porn, but I was just so damned tired that red satin bedsheets looked pretty damned good right now. Immediately after we were in the room, Scott began takin off his clothes. I got a good look at him. He was built like a bodybuilder in the offseason. He was muscle-bound but his body was covered with this reddish-blond hair. He had wide-shoulders and a massive chest. When he pulled down his boxers, he had the biggest dick I had ever seen and it was still soft. Imagine how that fucker looked hard? Scott's dick wasn't just long, but it was wide with a big round bulbous head on the end of it. Honestly, that dick was scary big. "Dang, that's a hang-down," I said. "Thank you," said Scott. When he turned around to toss his clothes into a corner of the red room, I got a good look at Scott's ass. Damn. I mean, I wasn't really the ass-lickin' type, but that big beefy ass looked like it was made for lickin'. Hot damn. Scott got down into the bed and when he was settled in he looked at me with raised eyebrows. He was invitin' me into bed without sayin' a word. "Fuck it," I said and I started pullin' off my clothes. When I was totally undressed, I crawled into the bed. Scott scooted up beside me. "Incredible," he said. "You're perfect. You're more incredible than I could have ever imagined. I never could have expected this." Scott put his arms around me. "sleep," he said. "Just sleep. We don't have to do anything else. I know my enormous cock scares you, so just sleep Tucker. Let me put my arms around you. We don't have to do anything, let me keep you warm. It doesn't get any warmer than me, buddy. Sleep. Just sleep." Scott put his big arms around me and I could feel his pecs and chest hair against my back. It felt so good. So warm. I could feel the heat from Scott's chest on my back. I could feel his huge cock against my ass. I fell asleep. [TO BE CONTINUED] [Support Nifty, buds! Send comments to the e-mail address above. Later fellas!]