Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2015 17:16:04 +0100 From: Nick Brady Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 21 Nick's Story -- Chapter 21 This story is about growing up in Tulsa. Part of the story involves sex between boys so you should be 18 to read it. Please send comments to y2kslacker@mail.com and make donations to Nifty. Copyright 2014 - 2015, Nick Brady, all rights reserved. ------------------------------ We stepped into the shower to wash off the spunk. Joseph washed my hair with the nice shampoo and soaped me off with a washcloth. I took my turn and did the same for him. We had just gotten off with each other and were hungry besides so did not engage in any extracurricular activities. We dried off and put on our same clothes then ran downstairs to see what was for dinner. Alice had fried up a chicken and made potato salad and garlic toast. It smelled great. "Maybe this is not such a healthy dinner but I know what boys like and it is just you boys tonight." She said. Joseph smiled at her. "Yes, you know what we like and I will tell you what I would like. I would like for the three of us to eat here in the kitchen." "No, I can't eat with you. Your mother would not like that Joseph." "My mother isn't here tonight and I would really like for you to join us." He said. "It's just us boys." When Alice hesitated he opened a cabinet and took out 3 plates and started to put them on the kitchen table. "No Joseph, let me do that." She took the plates and quickly set 3 places. "You're gonna get me in trouble." She said but looked pleased. Soon the food was on the small kitchen table and we sat down together. It was delicious, fresh and hot. Alice was a terrific cook. "I don't suppose you know any more than you did this afternoon do you?" Joseph asked. Alice shook her head. "No, your father is not come home and only he knows I think." Joseph looked at me and asked, "How is your chicken?" "Great!" I said, licking my fingers. "You are a terrific cook Alice." "Thank you Nick." She said. "This is not the first time I have eaten your cooking." I added. "Yes, of course I know that. Joseph talks about you all the time." There was some chicken left but I had eaten more than my share. "I think I better get home pretty soon or my mother will worry about me." "Yes, Joseph tells me about how nice is your family. He says you are a lucky boy." I laughed, "He tells me that too. And he's right. I am lucky to have a nice family." Then I wasn't sure that sounded right under the circumstances. Joseph rescued me, "It is getting late and I think we should take Nicky home so he doesn't have to ride his bicycle in the dark. Do you mind, Alice?" "No of course not. But don't you want some more chicken before you go Nick?" She insisted. "Thank you, but I am about to bust." I protested. We all stood and Alice quickly cleared the table. We walked out to the garage, opened the electric door and Joseph slid my bike into the back seat. Both of us easily sat in front with Alice. I thought of sitting three abreast in the front seat of Jack's old truck and laughed to myself. Joseph gave directions to my apartment and had her pull around to the back so I could stash my bike in our shed. I locked the door then turned to Joseph who had helped me unload the bike. "Thanks for dinner." I said. "Thank you Nicky, for everything. I don't think I could have made it through today without you." "I imagine you could have. You're tougher than you let on to be." I told him. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Joseph. I love you." "Goodnight Nicky, I love you too." And he slipped into the Lincoln and they drove away. I went in through the back door and decided it was not too late to check on Jack. I ran up the stairs and saw that there was some light coming out from under his door so I knocked. I heard his feet hit the floor and the door swung open. "Hey!" I said. "Come in kiddo. What brings you here?" "I had to check to see why you weren't in church this morning." I teased. "What, are you taking attendance?" he bantered. "Come in and sit down." "No, but I kind of wanted to talk to you. Me and Joseph had a hell of a day." I told him about Joseph being upset at church, and how his mother got arrested for drunk driving and never came home, and his father tried to bail her out and was real angry, and how Alice had to tell him about his mom and everything that happened. I tried to keep it short but there was a lot to tell. Jack listened patiently and looked concerned. "You guys did have a rough day. How is Joseph?" "I think he is OK. He was upset at first but sort of recovered after a little while. I think it helped that he had a friend there with him." "That would be you?" Jack asked. "Yup. I kinda helped him through it." Jack nodded. "That's what friends are for." "So what we were wondering was what is going to happen to his mother? I mean his father will get her out of jail tomorrow but then what? I guess she is an alcoholic. What will they do with her?" Jack asked, "Was this the first time she got stopped for driving drunk?" "No, I think she had been caught like 5 times before this." "Wow, no wonder they put her in jail. She is in serious trouble. Money and social status will only get you so many free passes." "So what's going to happen to her?" I asked. "That's up to the court but I wouldn't be surprised if they did some sort of court ordered rehab program followed by mandatory AA meetings." "Uh, like, what is rehab, what is AA?" "Sorry. Rehab is rehabilitation, a treatment facility where they help you recover from addiction - drugs, alcohol, whatever. AA is Alcoholics Anonymous where people meet together to help each other with recovery. Some people volunteer to get help and some are ordered by the court. Maybe there are other ways to get sober but that's how most people go about it." "OK then, I guess we have to wait and see." I stood up to leave. "It is getting late. I better get back." "By the way, Tony and Carlos are in the Tulsa Boys Home and already back in school. That's the best place for them I think." Jack said. "Actually I spent the morning talking to their brother Pablo." I nodded, "Kevin told me that he had seen them at school. He said that the kids were glad to see them, that the word was that their father was making them do sex stuff. He said most kids felt bad for them and were sympathetic." Jack nodded and walked me to the door. "Joseph needs a friend right now. Help him through this thing with his mother, OK?. Goodnight Nicky." I went downstairs to our apartment and let myself in the door. It was not that late but quiet in the house. I went into our bedroom and found Kevin stretched out on his bed in his briefs and a t-shirt reading a paperback. I wasn't sure I would know him without a book in his hand. "Hey, what's new?" I asked, sitting on my bed to kick off my shoes and socks. Kevin laid the book upside down on his chest. "Nothing new that I haven't already told you. What's new with you. How is Joseph's mother?" "Man, that's messed up." I told him about her getting arrested and is likely going to have to go to a treatment center and all the same things I told Jack. Plus I told him what Jack said about rehab places and AA. We agreed that it would be best for all of Joseph's family in the long run. Kevin took that all in and considered it. "What if she doesn't want to agree to that stuff?" I told him, "I think it is an alternative to going to jail." "Oh." He said. "That could be an incentive." I laughed. "It would be for me." "That's going to be tough on Joseph." Kevin conjectured. "I guess it depends on how she takes it." "Well, excuse me." He said and went into the bathroom, closed the door and I could hear him peeing and brushing his teeth through the door. In a minute or two he came in, stretched out on his bed and picked up his book again. I was ready for bed myself so said good night and grabbed some clean underwear, went in and did my own peeing and brushing. I decided I wanted another shower. After adjusting the temperature to suit myself I stepped in and let the warm water pour over my head and shoulders, and down over my body. It felt good to run my hands over my face, neck, body, down under my balls and rubbing my crack and asshole, letting the tip of my finger slip inside. My dick began to swell so I pulled back on my foreskin and let the warm water splash on the head. That felt good so I turned up the hot side a little and it felt even better. The shower head was attached to the tub spout with a hose which could be unhooked from the wall and held in the hand. Using this I directed the spray to my dick and balls, then spreading my legs and squatting a bit, to my crack and ass, then standing again to over my head and shoulders and back down to my crotch. It occurred to me that with enough time and hot water I could probably get off this way. Unfortunately I could feel the water begin to cool off and decided to make it fast before I ended up with a cold shower. I grabbed the soap and washed and rinsed quickly then wrapped my hand around my hard dick and began to stroke vigorously. The water was now a little lower than the temperature of my skin, so that every time my foreskin slid back from the head of my dick I felt a splash of cool water followed immediately by a layer of warmer skin. It took only a minute of this and my white spunk was circling the drain. I pulled a clean towel from the shelf and dried off while standing in the tub. It felt good to rub the rough towel briskly over my skin. Ours were not like the fluffy soft towels in Joseph's bathroom, but in a way I liked these better, just because they were rough. When I stepped out of the tub I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a lean boy with red-orange hair and pubes, and bright pink skin with little brown freckles dotted around. I was not in the habit of staring at myself in the mirror so took a good look and noticed a few changes. My hair was as bright and unruly as ever but my pubic hair had progressed from an orange fringe to a small but respectable bush. My cock which was covered with an overhang of loose puckered foreskin was a bit longer and thicker, perhaps from the exercise I had just given it. My chest, arms, and shoulders were noticeably thicker, not NFL style massive, but fuller than when I last checked. The abs were flat, firming to a nice little 6-pack when I tensed them. Looking down at my legs I saw thick thighs and well-defined calves as a result of a lot of bicycle riding. Not bad, I thought, respectable you might say. Jack had told me it was important to like yourself. I realized I could be a little thick headed sometimes but at least I looked OK. By the time I came back into the bedroom, Kevin had turned out his light, pulled up the covers and appeared to be asleep. It only took a minute for me to do the same. School on Monday was the same as every other day except that we got mid term grade slips to take home to parents for their signatures. I had all A's and B's even bring up my English grade from a C to a B. I was golden, not as good as straight A Kevin but good enough to keep me out of trouble. I was held up in 6th hour PE and made it to the flag pole too late to speak to Joseph but rode on over to see what was new with him, if anything. When I pulled into his driveway there was a small blue Mercedes coupe parked in front of the garage. I recognized it as his father's car and from what Joseph had told me about him I decided that this might not be a good time to visit, so I rode on. I didn't want to call his house because I couldn't be sure who would answer so would have to wait until Tuesday to find out anything. I rode back to our apartment and noticed that Jack's truck was not in the parking lot so I couldn't bug him. There was nothing else to do but join Kevin on the sofa. We exchanged the usual greeting and I joined him in watching a rerun of Gunsmoke. I showed him my grade slips and he grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I leaned back and wondered how Tony was doing. ----------------------------------- Meanwhile, just a few miles away, Tony had come back to the Tulsa Boys Home from School. He had only been there for a week but decided it wasn't all that bad. He had a clean place to sleep and the food was pretty good. Some of the boys his age were cool. There were some older boys who looked like they could be bullies but he knew how to avoid them or deal with them if he had to. Tony was not the best student in school but he had plenty of street smarts. He was a nice looking 12 year old Mexican boy with a winning smile. If he could not charm his way out of a problem he know how to kick a bully in the balls and run. He had been sent to the Tulsa Boys Home as a ward of the court. His father had abused and molested him and his 3 older brothers beginning when they were little and brought them to the US from Mexico about 3 years ago. Once here their father expected them to sell sex to men for cash and bring him the money. If they failed to do so he would discipline them by beating them with a wide belt. Tony didn't mind the sex part so much, in fact he liked it unless the men were too rough with him, but he hated his father and his belt. When Tony was arrested for propositioning an undercover cop in the park that ran between the Arkansas River and Riverside Drive he told the police about his father and was sent to the Boys Home along with his 14 year old brother Carlos. His 16 year old brother Juan and 18 year old brother Pablo were living together in an apartment while Pablo was a student at the University of Tulsa. The boys were trying as best they could to make a better life for themselves. His father was still in jail and would probably be deported much to Tony's satisfaction. The thing he feared the most was if he was given back to his father who would almost certainly beat him to death. But for the time being he was safe. Before his arrest he and his brother Carlos had memberships in the downtown YMCA and enjoyed swimming in the big pool. It was an indulgence that his father considered a business investment as it was a way for the boys to attract male clients. Tony thought about his friend Nick, who he had met at the YMCA through Carlos. Carlos had jerked off with Nick in the pool but did not enjoy boy to boy sex as much as Tony and had declined to do more with Nick. Tony however found Nick very attractive and they had several adventures. Tony's concern at the moment was that he rather liked sex with men and boys but had not been able to enjoy that for over a week. He was horny, and in his new surroundings was closely monitored and had not decided on a safe way to even masturbate. After returning to the Home from school he needed to pee and slipped into the bathroom to relieve the pressure in his bladder. The bathrooms were made to accommodate a dozen boys at a time. Along one side were a line of 6 urinals and 4 stalls with toilets. Across the other side was a long counter top with washbasins and a mop sink at the end. Across the far wall was a gang shower with 4 large shower heads and a step entrance to keep water from running out from the shower area. Tony stepped to the center urinal and opened his fly to take a pee. As he stood there a tall skinny boy with short brown hair and tan skin came in apparently to also pee. The natural thing for most boys to do is to place an empty urinal between them and the next person if space permitted. But this boy moved to the urinal next to Tony, pulled out his dick and flopped it up and down, looking down at Tony while he shook himself. "Hi, My name is Jase." He said. Tony kept his head down and said nothing. "You're kind of small." Jase said. Tony kept his head down but glanced at the boy's growing penis. "You're not that big." He said quietly as he emptied his bladder. "Bigger than you." Jase boasted, waving what was now a thick 7 inch erection. "Lemme see you." Tony pulled his hand back allowing the boy to see his brown uncut dick. "You are bigger because you are older. Mine is good. It's big enough for me." Jase reached over and pulled on Tony's foreskin, stretching it out then fondling him, causing his dick to grow quickly. "You want to suck my dick?" Tony asked, intending to insult the boy. Instead the boy's answer surprised him. "Will you suck me if I do you?" The boy replied. That was all it took for Tony to expand to his full 5 inches, narrow but standing up flat against his belly. He looked at Jase. "You serious?" "Come on." The boy said and headed into the far stall, tugging at Tony's arm as he went past. Tony considered the situation for a moment and quickly decided to follow the older boy. He stepped into the stall to find the boy sitting on the toilet seat with his pants around his ankles and his erection in his hand. He pulled Tony closer and flipped the door shut behind him. "I like your skin." He said, and put his mouth over Tony's dick, sucking him inside and twirling his foreskin around with his tongue. Tony almost fainted with pleasure. He had been wanting this. He pulled his foreskin back so the boy's hot mouth was around the glans. "Damn, that feels good." He moaned. The boy sucked harder, pulling Tony deep into his mouth. After a minute or so Tony felt his spunk start to rise. "Watch out. I am going to cum!" Jase sucked so hard on Tony's dick it almost hurt. He pushed as hard as he could against the older boy's face and emptied his thin spunk into his mouth with a cry. The tall boy sucked it eagerly and swallowed. "You don't have much cum." "It's enough for you." Tony retorted. The boy stood and shoved Tony down on the toilet seat. "Now you got to suck me." At this point Tony wasn't sure he much wanted to reciprocate but was given no choice without making noise and drawing attention to both of them so he performed his professional duty, bringing Jase off quickly. The boy gave no warning but grabbed Tony's head and forced himself down his throat almost choking him on a load of cum. Tony had intended to spit the boy out but his cock was so far back in Tony's throat that he was forced to swallow. Just then a noise at the door caused the older boy to stuff himself into his pants and bolt from the stall and out the door as if he had finished his business in the toilet. Tony had no idea who had just come in but did not want to be discovered sharing a stall with another boy. He quietly pulled the stall door shut and sat back on the seat, pulling his feet up so he could not be seen if someone looked under the partitions. He heard the sound of someone pissing, then a flush, and then the sound of the door opening and closing. He jumped up, zipped up his pants and slipped quickly out the door. He liked the sex but this was not the way he wanted to do it. He thought back again to when he and his friend Nick had played together in the pool and at the park. That was different. That was the kind of thing he missed. ---------------------------------- I went to school in high spirits on Tuesday. Mom and Dad had been very pleased with my grades and I pointed out that the time I spent with my friend Joseph had not caused my grades to suffer, in fact they had improved because while he practiced his piano I did my schoolwork. When classes ended I rushed to the flagpole to see Joseph and was pleased to find that he was there waiting for me. "Hey, how are things?" I asked, prepared for more bad news. I was pleasantly surprised that he was smiling. "Nicky, I am fine thank you." "So how is your mom?" "She is home," he replied, "and rather penitent." "What happened?" I asked. "She was very quiet and has not really talked to me about her adventure, but from what Alice has told me she will have a court date in about 3 weeks and will find out then what is to come of all this. We think she will be enrolled in some program to help her with her problem." "How does Alice know these things?" "I'm not exactly sure Nicky, but Alice knows everything." "So is your mom angry? Is it OK if I come over again when she is there?" "Yes, I think so. As I said, she is just unusually quiet. Which I think means she has been unusually sober for several days. It occurs to me that I may not have seen her completely sober for some time." "Have you talked to your father?" I asked. "No more than usual. But I take it he has talked with Alice about a few things. I believe that the household routine will be changing a little." "So he doesn't talk to you but he talks to Alice" "Nicky, it is Alice who keeps the place going I do believe. But he has been home a bit more lately and is talking with Mother more than usual." Joseph looked hopeful. "It seems that perhaps they are working together on this." "So that's a good thing?" "Yes, I think that's a very good thing. Do come over if you can and we can talk some more. The weather is mild today and it might be nice to take a bike ride." "Sure, I can do that." I looked to the curb and saw that Alice had pulled up. She saw me talking to Joseph, and gave me a little wave and a smile. I rode over to his house and found him waiting outside of the garage with his bicycle. He had put on a warmer jacket and was wearing a wool cap. I had never seen him with a hat before. "Hey, you look spiffy." I smiled. "Yes, these are my riding clothes." He laughed out loud. He was as cheerful as I had seen him in several days. "It may turn chilly before we get back. Will you be warm enough?" "Sure. I have a hoody under my jacket and I am used to being outside." "Good, let's go." And we were off. We were in no hurry but sort of cruised along side by side talking as we rode. "You know, I have enjoyed our rides and want to do more when the weather permits." He told me. "Besides the good company, it is good exercise for me. I am rather sedentary I'm afraid." "It is good exercise." I agreed. "I can tell my legs are stronger since I have been riding to school every day." "Oh, before I forget, my next recital will be November 17th, that is the Saturday before Thanksgiving week. Please invite your family, especially Kevin." "I will tell them, and Jack too. Gee, that's getting close. You better get to practicing." I teased. We chattered away as we rode. He talked about the music planned for the recital. There were several things for the quartet, a string quintet actually since it included his piano. He would play something by himself as well. He was happiest when he was into his music, and I was his biggest fan. I shared the good news about my grades and gave him credit for providing me with the time to study while he practiced. We wandered around the old mansions near his neighborhood and ended up at Weber's which had become our special place. Today however, we decided on hot chocolate rather than a frosted root beer and sat on the bench on the west side, grateful for the late afternoon sun. By the time we were back at his house it was time for me to be getting home so I didn't go inside. "Good luck with your mom." I said. "I hope that works out." "Yes, so do I." He answered. "Say a prayer." And I was off to our apartment. When I got home Kevin hailed me and made room on the sofa. "How are things Master Nick?" He asked. "Good." I replied. "Joseph and I went for a bike ride and he is optimistic about his mom. I think she is going to get some treatment for her problem." "Ah, that is good. I hope that works out." He gave me a nod and said. "I have some news." And got up and went to our bedroom. I followed him in and he quietly closed the door and we sat down on my bed. "What's up?" I asked. "I hope this is OK with you, but I talked to Tony at school today." "I thought you didn't know him." "I know who he is but have not talked to him before." He explained. "We were in the cafeteria at noon and I spoke to him. I told him I was your brother and that you were worried about him and hoped he was OK." "Really? What did he say? Does he remember me?" "Oh sure. He was really pleased and thanked me. He said you were a true friend. I don't know that he has many decent friends." "Tony is an OK guy. I mean he is pretty messed up but that's not surprising considering what he as been through." "I understand. He really lit up when I told him you were concerned about him. Talking to him I saw he was different than I thought he would be. I guess he is a good guy in a bad situation." "Thanks Kevin. I'm glad you spoke to him." "OK. I just wanted to tell you that." We got up and went back in the living room to wait for Dad to come home and eat dinner." I was feeling relieved about several things. At dinner I talked about riding bikes with Joseph and what he said about getting exercise. I passed on his invitation to the recital and Dad said we would all be there. It had been a good day. .......................to be continued. Remember that Nifty needs contributions to continue to publish the stories you enjoy. Email comments to y2kslacker@mail.com, and please donate to Nifty.org Special thanks to Nathan F. who patiently edits the text of this story, and makes helpful suggestions. I love email. Don't forget to send your comments.