Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 03:37:44 +0100 From: Nick Brady Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 30 Nick's Story -- Chapter 30 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. ------------------------------ Saturday morning I woke up about 8:30 with my bladder so full it was vibrating. I put on some sweatpants and slipped out of the bedroom so as not to wake Joseph. Hurrying into the bathroom I shivered as I relieved myself. As I passed through the hall I was overwhelmed by the smell of bacon frying. I peeked into the kitchen to see Mom lifting strips of bacon onto a layer of paper towels. Next to her on the counter was a large bowl of scrambled eggs, a smaller bowl of shredded yellow cheese, and another of chopped peppers and onions. "What's for breakfast?" I asked. She looked at me and said. "I might fix you lazy boys some omelets if you can drag yourselves out of bed." I went back in the bedroom and wiggled Joseph's foot through his blanket. "It might be worth your time to get up. Mom's cooking breakfast." Joseph raised his head up from the covers and inhaled deeply. "Oh, I see what you mean, that smells wonderful. I will be right up." I pulled on a T shirt and went into the living room where Dad and Kevin were sitting on the sofa. I sat in the easy chair to leave room for Joseph on the sofa. He passed through the bathroom then came in to sit between Dad and Kevin who scooted over and made a place for him in the middle. "Good morning." Kevin said with a grin. "Nothing says get out of bed quite like the smell of bacon." Joseph took a deep breath and nodded, "It does seem to have that effect." "If you play your cards right she will fix your omelet to order." Dad advised him. "That sounds wonderful." Joseph agreed. Mom asked Joseph, "Company first, what do you want in your omelet?" Kevin explained. "We've got cheese, onions, and peppers." "I would rather be part of the family than company, but if I'm first, I will have a little of everything." Joseph requested. "Coming up." Mom called. "What about the rest of you?" "Just cheese." Dad said. "Hold the onions on mine" Kevin ordered. "Everything on mine." I called. "If Joseph is eating onions, I will too." Everybody laughed and it took me a minute to catch why. "I just didn't want him to be the only one." I tried to explain. "That's OK Nicky. You can have them any way you want." Mom laughed. We sat at the table where a platter of bacon was in the middle next to cartons of cold milk and orange juice. Another platter was piled with buttered toast, and jars of grape jelly and strawberry preserves were next to that. Glasses and silver were on the table, along with a stack of paper napkins. Plates with the omelet each had ordered were placed in front of us as they came off the skillet. "Eat them while they're hot." Mom instructed. Joseph started out eating very politely then realized that if he wanted any bacon he was going to have to be quicker before it was all gone. "It's every man for himself here." Dad laughed. The bacon quickly disappeared and the omelets were close behind. We slowed down a little on the toast only because we had to take turns with the jelly. Before long the table had only a few crumbs and 5 greasy plates. "Great breakfast Mom." Was the universal acclamation. Dad had a pot of coffee made and we all had a cup. Joseph, Kevin and I with milk and sugar, Mom and Dad had theirs plain. "We have become a whole family of coffee drinkers." Mom said. "I guess we have Jack to thank for that." "Jack! We need to take coffee and toast up to Jack." I remembered. "Well, wait a minute and I will make some more toast. We need more coffee anyway." Mom offered. When it was ready I poured a mug of coffee and put 2 slices of toast on a plate with a gob of strawberry jam on the side. "Let's take it up to him." I said to Joseph. "You coming Kevin?" We all thumped up the stairs to Jack's apartment and pounded on the door. "Room service!" I yelled through the door. In a minute Jack opened the door with a quizzical look on his face. "What the hell is going on out here?" He saw the three of us with our breakfast offering and laughed. "Come on in before you break the door down." "We brought you breakfast." I announced. "I see you did." Jack grinned. "Now that's more like it." Jack sat down on his sofa and ceremoniously ate his toast and drank his coffee. Licking his fingers when he was finished. "Good stuff." He said. "We should do this every day." "There would be an extra charge for weekdays." I suggested. "Well, I probably couldn't afford it anyway." He chuckled. "So what brings all three of you up here. Kevin, I don't think you have been up to see me before." "No, I am just tagging along I guess." Kevin said shyly. "You need to come see me more often. Nick usually forgets my toast and coffee. You will have to remind him." Kevin just grinned. "I'll try to do that." Jack looked at Joseph. "How are things with you? Is your mother enrolled in her new school?" "Yes, she began her classes on Monday. We are hopeful she will graduate." Joseph informed him. Jack nodded. "Good. That's going to be a very good thing I'm willing to bet." "Joseph is going to spend every weekend with us until his mom comes home." I informed him. "Kevin and I have a new brother for awhile." Joseph smiled and nodded. "I understand I have been adopted." "You couldn't have a nicer foster family." Jack assured him. I asked Jack. "Are you going to church in the morning?" "I plan to." He said. "Good, then can you give us a ride?" I asked. "Hmm, that means I would need to go early for your choir practice, right?" "Yes, but you would be on time for your Sunday School." I suggested hopefully. Jack shook his head. "It looks like I am going to be a regular. Well, it won't hurt me. OK, what time do we need to leave? "We need to be there by 10:00. Can we leave at a quarter of?" I requested. "OK, I will bang on your door. You guys be ready, OK?" "Great! Thanks Jack. You're the best." We joked around for a little then excused ourselves and went back to the apartment. When we got downstairs I looked out of the window and saw sunshine and blue skies. "What's the weather?" I asked Kevin. "Forecast high of 55 and no rain in sight." Said the source of all information. "How about a bike ride?" I said to Joseph. "Wait, I guess we need to go get your bicycle." "It's in your shed," He said. "How did it get there?" I asked. "I rode it over after school yesterday like you suggested." "But the shed is locked." "And I saw where you hide the key." Joseph explained. "So much for security." Kevin laughed. "Oh. Well how about a ride? Do you want to go Kevin?" I offered. "Thanks for asking, but I can't keep up on that dirt bike." Kevin replied. "I'll pass." "You will need a coat." Mom called. "And helmets!" "I came prepared." Joseph said, and went into the bedroom to pull a jacket from his bag. We went out back and retrieved our bikes from the shed, mounted up and rode off. "Let's go to Sand Springs." I suggested and we rode over to Main then headed north to Elgin where the old railroad right of way had been converted to a bike trail. The trail headed west and followed the Arkansas River as it curved west toward Sand Springs. The little encampment of Tulsa was originally established on that bend of the river back the 1840's when this was unsettled land. The old railroad path made a great bike trail. It was higher that the surrounding land and provided a good view as we rolled along. In about 20 minutes we were on the south side of the community of Sand Springs, west of Tulsa but still on the northeast side of the river. There were some stores just off the trail. "Let's stop for something to drink." Joseph suggested, and we rolled down from the trail to a little convenience store. It was chilly but the exercise had warmed us up. "That hot chocolate your mother made yesterday was nice." Joseph recalled. "I wonder if they have some?" They did, we both got a cup, and split a small package of Oreos. There were a couple of little booths on one end of the store so we sat there to enjoy our snacks. "Not that I'm glad your mother is having problems, but it is neat that you are going to be spending time with us." I said. "I suppose there is a good side to every situation." Joseph philosophized. "I wonder what your father is doing?" I wondered. "Playing golf I imagine. That is usually what he does on the weekend." "Life goes on." I guessed. "So how are you doing?" "Feeling guilty because I am not practicing my piano." He confessed. "Really? Actually I guess I was wondering if you were getting tired." Joseph smiled. "Oh. No, I am fine. You have helped me get in better physical condition with all the bicycle riding. That is a good thing, really." "All work and no play I guess. I like to ride." I said. "Yes, so do I. I think I spend too much time feeling guilty about things." "You are a lot more focused than I am. I sort of float along." "That is how we are different Nicky. I am obsessive, you are a free spirit. That is why we compliment each other so well." He observed. "Right. Well, you ready?" Joseph drained his chocolate, crushed the cup in his hand and tossed it into the trash can. "I'm ready." We got back on our bikes and walked them up the embankment to the trail. "This is about as far west as it goes. Lets start back." I suggested. We rode back to downtown Tulsa and turned south toward the Rivertrail again. The sun was warmer now and we opened our jackets to get some air. "How far do you want to ride?" I asked. "How far does it go?" Joseph replied. "From here, it angles about 10 miles south and a little east to 101st Street. You up for it?" "Let's go." He said. We rode steady down to 41st Street and stopped at the public toilet for a drink of water and a pee. There was a little kiddy play area there and we sat and watched the toddlers with their colorful coats and hovering mommies. There was an old guy camped out in the men's room who looked hopefully at us while we tried to ignore him. I knew what he wanted but hoped I would never be that desperate. I had what I wanted and felt a little sorry for him. From there we pressed on down to 101st Street without stopping. Once there we took a short break. "If we follow that 2 lane road ahead, we would end up in Haskell." I told Joseph. "But that is a long way. If we followed 101st Street east over that long hill we would be at Yale. The trail angles east quite a bit by the time we get down to here." "I am doing OK." Joseph said. "But by the time we get back I will have had a sufficiency." We turned around, started back north and rode steady until we got to 71st Street and jogged over to the Quik Trip where we had stopped before. We went in and got a soda and a bag of crunchy Cheetos, then found our usual spot against the wall outside and sat down. "My bottom is getting a little sore." Joseph grinned. "Yeah? That happens. If you ride a lot your butt will get broke in to the bike saddle. We should either ride more, or maybe less." I laughed. "To tell the truth I am getting kind of tender myself." We finished our treats and resumed our ride. When we got to 41st Joseph announced that his bladder had refilled itself so we stopped at the toilets again to pee. The same old guy was still holding court in the stall. Sorry old man, no sale. We stretched our legs a little then went on. When we got to Denver Avenue we turned up the steep hill that led past my apartment at 10th Street. "Remember, this puppy is steep, gear down and stand up if you need to." I called to him. We charged up the hill and started to slow down, shifting down to gain more power. It was a challenge, especially for Joseph, but we cranked to the top without stopping. I gave us a cheer. "We made it!" "Just barely." Joseph groaned. A few blocks more and we were pulling around to the back of the apartment, and stashing our bikes in the shed. Once in the apartment we flopped down on the sofa next to Kevin. "Whew! That was a pretty good ride." I exclaimed. Joseph leaned back and eased his butt onto the cushion. "How far did you go?" Kevin wanted to know. I traced our route for him and then calculated. "About 30 miles all together." Kevin was impressed. "Wow, that was a pretty good ride. I'm glad I didn't try that on a dirt bike." "I have never done that all at one time." I admitted. "How are you doing Joseph?" "Fine, thank you. Do you suppose I could go lie down for a bit?" "Sure. I'll go with you." I laughed, and we went into the bedroom where Joseph stretched out on Kevin's bed. Joseph rubbed his crotch and looked concerned. "I'm numb. My genitals seem to have disappeared." "They'll come back." I laughed. "When you sit on a bike saddle for that long you press on the pubic nerve and it makes your junk go numb. Want me to rub them for you?" "It is rather disconcerting not to be able to feel myself. It is like I was feeling of someone else. My hand feels my penis but not the other way around." "Massage your perineum, it will help the circulation." I advised him. He took my advice and after a minute or so said. "Oh, that is strange, they are beginning to tingle like when your foot goes to sleep." "That's exactly what happened, except it wasn't your foot." I grinned. "Does that happen every time?" He asked. "No, you learn to raise yourself up off the saddle every little bit to allow the circulation to come back." I explained. "You'll get used to it." "Ah, I see now. Yes, my equipment is beginning to return to its rightful place." He said gratefully. "Things are beginning to return to normal." I laughed again, "New experiences Joseph. It's all about new experiences." ------------------------------------ Tony had become a regular at the pick up basketball game. He was beginning to feel more comfortable dribbling and moving around the court. He was still getting pushed around by the older boys, but was starting to hold his own at least part of the time. When he was not playing with the group he was dribbling around at the other end and trying to shoot baskets. Jermaine spent some time with him and tried to show him how to do a layup. It was slow, but he was getting there. Tony was naturally athletic and with practice he would make a decent player for someone of his size. He could not compete on the same level with the taller boys but his quickness was his best asset. Over the next weekend he noticed a new boy in the dining room. He was small, even smaller than Tony, with dark red hair and very fair skin. He reminded Tony of a boy he knew at the YMCA back when he was swimming there on a regular basis. It turned out that the boy's room was just a few doors away from Tony so he began to see him often. Something about the boy's shy demeanor appealed to Tony and one morning he found the boy sitting next to him at breakfast. "Hello." He said to the boy, looking him over. The boy spoke but did not look back at him. "Hello." He said. "My name is Tony, what's yours?" He asked. "Bobby," The boy said very quietly. "Where are you from?" Tony asked. "Broken Arrow." Bobby almost whispered. "You just get here?" The little boy looked down and nodded. "It's not so bad here." Tony said reassuringly. Bobby glanced at him and shrugged. "When I first got here I was pretty scared." Tony told him. Bobby looked at him shyly. "You were?" "Yeah. You know anybody here?" Tony asked. "No." The boy shook his head. "Well, now you know me." Bobby looked at Tony and almost smiled. "I live two rooms away from you. I'll see you around, OK?" "OK." He nodded. Breakfast was over. Tony got ready for school and sort of forgot about the new boy. At supper that night he found the boy sitting next to him again. "How you doin'?" Tony asked him. "OK." He didn't look quite so frightened. "Did you go to school today?" Tony asked. "No. I took tests with some counselor guy." "Yeah, I did that when I first got here. I just been here a couple of months myself." "Oh." He said. "How old are you?" Tony asked him. "Eleven." Bobby answered. "I was eleven when I first got here. I just turned twelve." "How come you're here?" He asked. "That's personal. You shouldn't ask guys that." Tony cautioned him. Bobby looked down shyly. "Oh. Sorry." "Hey, that's OK. I am just telling you. I know you didn't mean nothing." Tony felt kind of sorry for the boy. It was tough to be little and new in a place like this. "Do you like any sports?" "Yeah, but I'm not good at any. I'm too little." Bobby admitted. Tony told him, "I like to play soccer, and I'm learning to play basketball." "I'm not much good at anything." Bobby mumbled, looking away. "Maybe you just need somebody to help you." Tony said, surprising himself. "Would you help me?" The boy said hopefully. "Maybe." Tony told him. Then supper was over and they went to their rooms. Tony kept thinking about the new boy. He wished he could make the little boy smile or something. He looked so sad and scared. When Tony first came he was kind of scared too, but he was a tough street-smart kid and not intimidated by much. Bobby seemed fragile and for some reason Tony had the notion that he should protect him somehow. This was something new for Tony, and he wasn't sure why he felt that way. After supper Tony went up to his room where he found Justin and Jermaine at their desks doing their school work under Danny's watchful eye. Danny was trying to help Justin with a list of spelling words, and Jermaine was reading an English assignment. Tony had done some of his work at school but had a set of math problems to finish. He had to pass Danny's inspection before he could do anything else, so he got to it. Thirty minutes later he showed his work to Danny. After a few corrections his work was complete and he was free to go to the gym. Jermaine was finished and reading a comic book. Tony spoke to him. "You going to the gym?" "Maybe. You wanting to play some basketball?" "Yeah." He paused. "You know Bobby, the new boy down the hall?" "Who?" "Little red headed kid. Looks kinda scared." Jermaine chuckled. "Yeah, I think I know who you mean. He was sitting next to you at supper? What about him?" "Well, he wanted me to show him how to play basketball. I thought I could show him some of the stuff you showed me." "Yeah?" Jermaine seemed to find that interesting. "He may not have permission to go to the gym yet." "Oh. I didn't think about that. He could probably go if you asked permission for him." "Now why would I want to do that?" Jermaine asked. "I don't know man. He just looked so sad." Tony shrugged. "Never mind." Jermaine looked thoughtful, then he went over and whispered something in Danny's ear. Danny glanced in Tony's direction and they both went out of the room. About 20 minutes later Danny came to the door and called Tony into the hall. Danny and Jermaine were standing there with Bobby. Bobby looked very scared. "Is this the boy?" Danny asked Tony. "Yes." Tony said, unsure of what was happening. Danny turned to Bobby. "Tony says that you would like some help with basketball. Is that right?" Bobby answered in a very small voice. "Yes sir." Danny told him. "These boys want to help you, OK?" Bobby said. "OK." His eyes darting between Tony and Jermaine." "Your room captain said it was OK if you were with these guys. Be good and stay with them, OK?" Danny smiled. "OK." Bobby said quietly, his expression one of disbelief. "Have fun boys." Danny waved them off. The three boys trotted off to the basement gym in the next building. Jermaine leading the way and Tony following with his arm on Bobby's shoulder. There was the usual group of boys playing pick up basketball around one goal. Jermaine tossed Tony a basketball and nodded toward the other end. Tony started bouncing the ball 3 times with his right hand, then 3 times with his left, just as Jermaine had showed him. "Can you do this?" He asked the boy. "I think so." Bobby replied. Tony tossed him the ball. "This is the way you start." ......................to be continued. Remember that Nifty needs contributions to continue to publish the stories you enjoy. 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