Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 17:12:28 +0100 From: Nick Brady Subject: Nick's Story - Chapter 27 Nick's Story -- Chapter 27 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. ------------------------------ Jack was like an older brother to both of us and after Joseph and I talked with him we felt better. After we went back to the apartment and ate lunch, Dad and Kevin returned from their errands and we were all home. Later Saturday afternoon the phone rang and Mom answered it. "Hello? Yes, Joseph is here. Yes, just a moment." Mom handed the phone to Joseph. "It's your father." Joseph took the telephone, looking concerned. "Hello? Yes sir. No, everything is fine, they have been very welcoming. Yes sir. Yes, Alice told me all about it. I am hopeful that this will turn out for the best. Yes sir. Yes, I plan to come home tomorrow after church services. Yes sir. Very good, I will look forward to that. Yes he is here. Just a moment." Joseph placed his hand over the mouthpiece to mute the sound. "My father wants to have a long talk with me tomorrow afternoon when I come home. He wants to talk about Mother. Right now he wants to talk with you sir." He handed the phone to Dad. Looking a little surprised, my Dad took the phone. "Hello? Yes Dr. Anderson, this is Mr. Brady. No, it is no trouble at all. We think highly of Joseph and we are very pleased to have him with us." There was a long pause as Dad listened. "Yes, I understand. No, it is no trouble at all. Of course, you are quite welcome. Would you like to speak to Joseph again? Yes, we will treat him as one of our own. Very good. Yes, thank you. Goodbye." Dad hung up the phone and looked at us with a slight smile. "Joseph, I am not familiar with your situation but I gather that it is going to be changing for the better." We were all more than curious. "What did he say, Dad?" I asked. Dad pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down. "He said that they were facing a challenging situation and that he felt a long conversation with Joseph was long overdue. He appreciated our concern and support for his son and felt indebted to us. He said the situation was rather sensitive and he knew he could count on our discretion. He realized this was an imposition on our family but it clearly meant a great deal to Joseph. He would try to minimize the inconvenience on us, but under the circumstances could only say that he was extremely grateful for our assistance. That's about it." Joseph looked rather stunned. "My father said all that? I must say, that was quite a speech for him. To say that I am pleasantly surprised would be something of an understatement." "So where is Joseph's mother right now?" I wondered. "He didn't say anything specifically about Mrs. Anderson but he surely will when he talks with Joseph." Dad advised. Joseph looked thoughtful. "That may prove to be an interesting conversation. Father tends to avoid confrontation but when he decides he needs to take control, he is very effective. Things are about to change and I suspect in a positive direction." "He didn't seem to have a problem with Joseph being here for the weekend." I observed. "That's good." Kevin said, speaking for the first time. Joseph looked at Kevin and smiled. "Thank you for that Kevin. If I could have a younger brother I would hope he was as good a person as you." "Sign me on." Kevin said. "I could use another brother." "We may have to adopt you." Mom laughed. "I could do worse." Joseph said gratefully. "At least we have until after church tomorrow." I said. We turned on the TV and found a college game. It was a prelim for some of the bowl games to play soon. We watched the game and I looked at the newspaper until Mom called us for supper. As we were eating I suggested, "I would like to see the new Paul Newman, Robert Redford movie 'The Sting'. Do you suppose Joseph and I could go? It is on at the Orpheum." "I hear that's good." Dad said. "I suppose I could drop you off and pick you up when it's over, When does it start?" "The next show starts at 7:00 and you could pick us up at 9:30." I said hopefully. Dad smiled. "I think you boys could use a break from all this drama. I could do that." "Wonderful." Joseph said. "I would love that. I have a little money, I can treat." We were excited and talked about the movie until supper was over and the dishes were put away. About 6:30 we started getting ready to go. I put on my coat and Dad lent Joseph a poplin rain coat. He looked funny with a coat that was too big over sweatpants that were a little short. He put his hands in the pockets and pulled it around himself and laughed. He was in better spirits than I had seen him for the last several days. Dad dropped us off in front of the Orpheum, Joseph bought us a pair of tickets and we went in the ornate old theater. He bought us a large bag of popcorn and a pair of Cokes and we went in to find a seat. "The balcony is nice." I suggested. "I've never been up there." Joseph observed, and we went up the stairs. We found two seats in the center of the top row. Joseph looked around. "I think we are the only ones up here." I just smiled and took his hand. "This is where couples go to smooch." Joseph squeezed my hand. "I can always count on you to be evil." We watched the ads, the previews of coming attractions, and a funny short feature. After about 30 minutes 'The Sting" began. It was a good movie, very clever. We munched the popcorn and washed it down with the Cokes. Although we had supper not long before there always seemed to be room for popcorn and Coke. I leaned into Joseph's shoulder as the movie progressed, and he put his hand on the inside of my thigh. I did the same and began to lightly run my hand around on the inside of his leg. There still seemed to be no one else in the balcony but us. Our coats were still on but open at the front, hiding us from view even if someone else had been around. I slid my hand down the front of his sweats, finding a nice erection there. He put his hand over the front of my jeans and toyed with my growing bulge. "Oh Nicky, this is so perverted." He whispered. "Yes I know." I unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my Levis, giving him access to me. We began to manually examine each other, fondling the penis, running fingers around and tracing the tubular urethra running under the hard shaft, fingering firm testicles withing the soft loose scrotum, pulling at the tufts of pubic hair above the cock, gently passing our fingers over the ball sack testing for some sprouts of hair that might grow there. He had some, I had only a few. There was no real stroking, just a slow thorough examination which caused us both to get very hard and begin to drip precum. The movie was interesting but we were beginning to get distracted. I looked around one more time and leaned over to take him into my mouth, pressing behind the rim of his head with my lips and tickling the end with my tongue, making him lean back in his seat and raise his hips up to meet my face. He was tasty. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down a little, encouraging me to take more of him in my mouth. Although the length of his penis was a little more than the distance from my lips to the back of my throat, I swallowed and sucked him all the way in, pressing my lips against his pubic bush. I moved my tongue back and forth under his dick as I made swallowing movements with my throat, causing him to moan. After several minutes of this and an up and down motion, I stopped and sat up. "How's the movie?" I asked. Joseph looked rather stricken. "The movie?" I laughed and wiggled my hard penis at him. He took the bait and went down on it. Joseph was a fast learner and by now could give a fantastic blow job. My length was not such a challenge and he easily took all of me into his mouth, squeezing and stretching my balls in their loose bag with his agile fingers. He sucked me as if he truly enjoyed it and made me see little flashing blue and yellow lights. He began to move up and down, coming almost completely off then going all the way down to my stomach. When he came up it pulled my foreskin up over the head of my dick, which he nibbled at with his lips. I reached down and took hold of the skin at the base of my dick and kept it retracted so that his mouth passed over my dickhead as it moved up and down. It felt really intense and I decided that being circumcised might have some advantages. The important thing was to have a penis. I would hated to have been born a girl. I didn't want to orgasm too quickly and stopped him so as to enjoy this play longer. I fondled him some more to get him good and hard, then leaned over and began to suck him again. This time I stuck my hand down between his legs and began to run my finger over his hole. His reaction was to buck rather strongly, telling me that he was enjoying this. I tickled his hole and sucked more vigorously causing him to take two hands full of my hair and pull on my head. "Oh Nicky, I am going to cum!" He moaned. I didn't care, I liked the taste of his cum, so I bobbed up and down as fast as I could and caught a mouthful of his semen. It was sweet, salty and thick, and I swallowed it eagerly. I loved everything about Joseph. I especially loved giving him pleasure. I sucked him until he was spent and he held my head still. There is a point when the feelings become too intense and movement has to stop. I leaned back and pressed my hands down on his package, rubbing on it gently while his feelings ebbed away. He sighed with pleasure and pushed on my hands. It took him a few minutes to recover. I wondered if he had started to watch the movie. Then he bent over and took me in his mouth again. I was still hard as a rock. Once aroused I stayed hard for a long time, preferably until I climaxed. Under Joseph's expert work it didn't take long, and I was ready this time. I let him know when I was cumming, it seemed only right to warn him. But neither of us was reluctant to accept the other's offerings. I held my skin back and felt his mouth against my naked cock head, even feeling the heat from my own cum. It was exquisite. I leaned back and sort of vibrated for a little while. Joseph pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and wiped me up, then did the same to himself. He sniffed the hankie and shoved it back into his pocket. We sat back, adjusted our clothing, held hands and started to follow the movie again. We had lost track of part of it but the surprise ending was very clever. All in all, we had enjoyed it thoroughly. The movie was good too. We had a little time left so returned to the lobby and sat watching the people come and go until it was 9:30 and Dad pulled up in front right on time. We jumped in his car. "Did you have a good time?" He asked. "Yes!" We replied in unison. Back at the apartment we sat and tried to talk about the movie. Kevin in particular wanted to know what it was about. We copped out by saying that it had a surprise ending and we didn't want to spoil it for him. But we assured him that he would enjoy it. Dad told him that they might go see it together before it moved on. Kevin was good for sleeping on the sofa again so Joseph and I went back to the bedroom and started getting ready to turn in. Joseph laughed and said. "You know, I never sat in the balcony before." "Really?" I grinned. "It's nice up there." "Hmm. Yes, very private. I'm not sure just what kind of an influence you are on me, but it often involves new experiences." "That was a new experience for me too, but you have to admit it was fun." I suggested. "Without question it was very exciting. The prospect of being discovered adds a lot to the excitement I suppose. I had not realized that before. Well, before our adventure on the river at least." I laughed. "New experiences Joseph. It is all about new experiences." "Yes, I have that to thank you for Nicky." Joseph rolled his eyes. We laughed a little then got quiet. "I wonder what your father will say to you tomorrow?" I asked. "I am very curious about that. For Father to actually have a conversation with me is rather unusual. Don't get me wrong, he is a good man, and an excellent doctor, but generally very busy and somewhat distracted. We don't often talk except to exchange pleasantries, and that not often." "I bet it goes OK." I encouraged him. "I hope so." Joseph nodded. "So do I. I will let you know on Monday." We were both tired, did our bathroom duties then said good night. I was concerned for Joseph, he had been on an emotional roller coaster lately. I decided a little perversion was probably good for him. In the morning Mom repeated her famous pancakes and sausage, this time with a handful of fresh blueberries in the cakes. Joseph and I went to the bedroom where he put on the school clothes he wore on Friday and I dressed for church. When we returned to the living room we found Mom, Dad, and Kevin dressed and ready to join us. "Are you going with us?" I asked in surprise. "Yes, it won't hurt us. We will enjoy the choir, and it might be nice to go as a family." Dad replied, glancing at Joseph. The comment was not lost on Joseph who looked very pleased. We piled into Dad's Buick, he and Mom in the front, we boys in the back with Kevin in the middle. We made the short drive up to Trinity in a few minutes and went inside. Joseph and I went to choir rehearsal and the rest were greeted and directed to an adult study class for Mom and Dad, and to the youth room for Kevin. Joseph and I joined the choir to quickly go over the music for the day then donned our robes and went to the sanctuary to try the anthem with the organist. After a few instructions from Mrs. Tailor we went to the narthex to prepare for the processional. I was growing to enjoy the Episcopal service. Trinity was considered a 'high-church' liturgy in the Anglo-catholic tradition, with lots of bells and whistles. It was an interesting mix of Protestant theology and Catholic tradition. Most of this was lost on me but I thought it was pretty, and there seemed to be more tradition beneath the surface than met the eye. The season was now Advent with a wreath of candles and greenery that was progressively lit each Sunday leading up to Christmas. Our anthem went well and as usual, I didn't listen closely to the sermon but laughed at the few touches of humor that were included. I glanced out at the congregation and found my family sitting with Jack. He came even when I didn't bug him for a ride I guessed. This all felt right somehow. While neither Joseph nor I was outwardly religious, participation in this service had meaning to us. Maybe that was enough. After the service we went into the Parish Hall in search of donuts and were not disappointed. As we stood people said hello to Joseph and me who looked familiar to them. To Mom and Dad, and to Kevin they extended their hands and introduced themselves and welcomed them to the service. It was nice. On the way out to the parking lot Dad said, "You know, I really enjoyed that. They have a beautiful service. I can see why you like it there Nick." And Mom added, "And the music was very nice. I think I could hear your voice Nicky." "Oh I hope not." I said, to which Joseph laughed heartily. We dropped Joseph at his house and saw that his father's Mercedes was parked outside the garage. "Good luck." I said. "I will see you at school tomorrow." Dad spoke up. "We will be thinking of you Joseph. Call us if there is anything we can do for you." Joseph's face was one of gratitude. "Thank you, all of you." He said very sincerely. As we drove back to the apartment I thought about these people, my family. "Hey, thanks guys. I really appreciate your being so kind to my friend." Mom glanced back at me in the back seat. "He is our friend too, Nicky." ----------------------------------- There was a chapel service at the Tulsa Boys Home on Sunday mornings but attendance was not required. Danny went but Tony, Justin, and Jermaine did not. They took advantage of the extra free time to go to the basement in the next dorm over, where there was a large open room with a concrete floor. It was not regulation size but there were basketball goals at each end and they played inside to avoid the cold. Tony was a fine soccer player but basketball was not his game. He had the general idea but lacked the skills to either shoot well or dribble. On the court he felt clumsy and missed the goal more often than not. Here however, Jermaine was in his element. He could dribble in all directions, switching hands with ease and was a dead shot from anywhere on the court. When they chose up sides and tried to play some three on three, Tony was discouraged and soon went to the sidelines to sit and watch. The other boys quickly called to another boy to replace Tony and continued. After awhile they took a break and Jermaine dribbled over to Tony. "Hey man, you are a good soccer player but you suck at basketball." He laughed. "Hey, screw you. I never played much basketball." Tony protested. Jermaine laughed again and bounced the ball to him. "Come'ere, I'll show you something." Tony caught the ball and followed Jermaine out on the court. Jermaine bounced the ball down and began to dribble slowly, bouncing it up and down three times with his right hand, then used his left hand to bounce it up and down three more. He tossed it to Tony. "Just stand still and do it slow." He said Tony look a little uncertain but did as Jermaine suggested, bouncing it three times with his right hand then with his left. "Like that?" "Yeah, there you go. When that feels easy, try to do it a little faster, but stand still. Don't try to run with it yet." Tony kept bouncing the ball and increased his pace a little. "This is easy." "Right, so when that gets too easy, try to walk while you dribble. Just walk, don't try to run with it, OK?" "Tony bounced some more then started walking with the ball. He did OK for a few steps then bounced the ball too far to one side and lost it. "Shit, I can't do this." he complained. Jermaine laughed again. "Yeah, and I bet the first time you tried to kick a soccer ball you fell on your butt. Keep trying." Tony started again and soon was walking slowly down the side of the court, bouncing the ball with first one hand and then the other. He lost it a few times then began to pick up the pace a little. Jermaine watched him and smiled, then picked up another ball and went back to playing with the group of boys. After awhile Tony stopped and Jermaine yelled at him to keep practicing. When the group took another break Tony was still dribbling around the perimeter of the court, his pace quite a bit faster now. Jermaine stopped him. "How does that feel?" "Easier. I don't feel so clumsy." Tony told him. "Good, you're getting there. Now try to alternate hands, first right, then left, like that." He instructed. "And when that feels comfortable start walking faster and then trot, OK?" "Yeah, OK." Tony was beginning to feel more confident. Jermaine went to a pop machine and bought himself a soda, then sat and watched as Tony began to look more comfortable. Soon the other boys were playing 'Horse' at one end of the court and Jermaine called Tony to the other end. "You keep doing that and you'll teach yourself how to dribble." He said. "Don't worry about playing a game, just work on your skills. Now let me show you something else." Jermaine took the ball and separated himself about 20 feet from Tony. He bounced the ball hard to him and Tony caught it. "Now, back to me." He instructed. Tony bounced it back then Jermaine threw it straight at him. "Catch it and throw it back to me the same way." Tony wasn't expecting the ball to come at him so hard and muffed the catch. He picked it up and complained. "That was too hard." Jermaine just told him. "Throw it back the same way." Tony threw it wide and out of Jermaine's reach. "Get it to me." He said, then threw it back to Tony. Tony caught it the next time and tossed it back. "That's better," Jermaine encouraged him. "Use both hands. Pull it up to your chin and fire it to me with both hands." "Like that?" Tony asked. "There you go, now next time bounce it to me." They began to pass the ball back and forth, first a bounce pass, then a straight throw. It began to take on a rhythm, back and forth, bounce then straight. Tony began to smile. "That's it, you're getting it." Jermaine started to pick up the pace, throwing it back and forth faster and faster until Tony began to miss the catches. Jermaine laughed again. "You are OK. You are doing better, you know?" "Yeah." Tony smiled. "I think I'm getting it now." Jermaine held the ball. "That's enough for now. We'll do this some more until you don't suck so bad, OK?" "Yeah, OK." Tony said. "Thanks." Jermaine just nodded and left Tony alone. Tony picked up the ball and began to walk around, dribbling the ball from hand to hand. He was thinking this might not be as hard as he thought. That night after supper the boys were back in their room. "Who has homework?" Danny asked. Nobody answered so Danny told them, "Let me see what you've got." and the boys began to pull out their books and papers. Danny began going from desk to desk, examining each boys work and trying to help them as best he could. He was two grades ahead of the others and was able to provide answers to most of their questions. He spent quite a bit of time with Justin who seemed perpetually confused by school work. When it was something that Danny thought one of the other boys already understood, he suggested they work together and help each other. There was some grumbling, but they were getting there. It was getting better. Nobody challenged Danny's authority. It helped that he was older and a little bigger than the rest, but mostly it was because they knew he was trying to help them. It was reassuring to realize somebody cared that they were doing well, and for some of them, it was a new experience. They worked together until one by one, Danny agreed that they had done their best and let them close the books. When they had finished, Danny opened his desk drawer and took out a deck of playing cards. "Who knows how to play Gin Rummy?" He asked, and got three sets of blank looks. "Hey, this is a good game. My grandmother taught me how to play this. Let me show you." They pulled up chairs to one of the bottom bunks, 2 on each side as Danny began to explain. "Everybody gets 7 cards, and you try to get them in threes, either 3 of a kind, or 3 in a row of the same suit. You can lay them down when you get them, or you can lay them all down at once. That is a 'Gin' and you get double. OK? Now you pick up one card, either from the deck or one of the discards, then discard one from your hand. OK?" Three sets of blank looks. Danny laughed. "Come on, it's not that hard. Let's just start and you'll figure it out. Don't be peeking at each other's hands." They began with a lot of coaching and explaining from Danny. After a hand or two the lights began to come on and they began to get the hang of it. After another few hands they began to see it was a fun game and started to enjoy it. They went on this way until bed time. To everyone's surprise Justin had the high score. "I might like this game." Justin said. Before bed they all went to the bathroom to brush teeth and to shower together. The group shower resulted in some friendly horseplay and laughter but didn't permit Tony and Justin to engage in any sex play. It was a minor disappointment but not a big deal. That night after everyone was in bed and the lights were out, Tony lay in his bed thinking about the day. Jermaine had turned out to not be such a bad guy after all, and had tried to teach him some basketball skills. Tony felt like he might be able to get pretty good at that. Danny had made him feel good about his homework and he was able to help Justin a little with his math. They had learned a cool card game and all had a good time together. Maybe this was not such a bad place after all. ......................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.