Date: Sun, 24 May 2015 23:25:24 +0200 From: Nick Brady Subject: Nicks Story - chapter 47 Nick's Story -- Chapter 47 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 please make donations to Nifty. Copyright 2014 - 2015, Nick Brady, all rights reserved. ------------------------------------ "Happy New Year." I mumbled and turned over to look at Joseph who was sleeping with the covers over his head. He did that a lot, and I never figured out how he managed to breath under there. There was no movement so I reached over and shook him awake. "What?" His head peeked out from under the bedspread. I made a show of looking at my wrist watch. "My Timex Electronic says it's 10:30. Aren't you caught up on your beauty sleep by now?" He turned over onto his back and half opened his eyes. "I need a lot." "My grandmother used to tell me that what you did the first day of the year was what you would do all year." I recalled. "Really?" His eyes opened a little wider as he slid his hand under my butt. "That sounds promising." I rolled over and laid my head on his chest. "What would you like to do today? This is our last day of freedom before school starts tomorrow." "Yes, and it will be a busy week. I imagine that the school work will be making up for lost time. I have to start getting serious about my music too. Our next recital is in about six weeks." "I guess we will be back to the old routine of meeting after school then coming here before I go home." I predicted. "Just like old times." "Not such bad times, actually." He reflected. "Our life has become rather cozy. Actually I will be glad to be back to the usual routine. You know, we nerds thrive on routine." I thought for a minute. "I wonder how Kevin did on his big date last night." Joseph chuckled. "I imagine the expression on his face will give you a good idea of the outcome." "No matter how it works out, don't tease him, OK?" I cautioned. "No, I won't. I felt bad that he was offended by my teasing. It was thoughtless of me." Joseph said regrettfully "To tell the truth I am anxious to talk with him to see how it went." I admitted. "If he managed to get laid he will want to tell me all about it." "You and Kevin are remarkably candid with each other." Joseph observed. "We are." I chuckled. "I have to admit that not all brothers get on as well as we do." "Kevin likes you a lot." I told Joseph. "He is pretty serious about most things. I think he admires your talent and discipline." "Hmm. I suppose. He is a very sharp individual. I have to admit that I think well of him. Besides which, I like his brother a lot." We lay in silence for several minute. "To tell the truth, my main interest right now is breakfast. You getting hungry?" I wondered. "I could eat. Want to go down to the kitchen?" He asked. "I'm always hungry." I admitted. "But I want to take a shower first. Do we have time for that?" "Do you suppose we could shower together?" Joseph said with a grin. "It would save on water." "Sure. We don't want to waste our precious resources. I will be right with you." By the time I was in the bathroom Joseph had adjusted the water from the twin shower heads that hung over the big footed tub. I loved his shower. It was like standing out in a warm rain. I stepped in and backed into him. "I need a nice person to wash my back." I said. "Will I do?" "Hey, you are the nicest person I know." I wiggled my butt against him. "Careful." Joseph warned me. "That could lead to something." "I hope so. We fell asleep before I could wish you a proper Happy New Year last night." I reminded him. He wrapped his arms around me. "Actually today is New Years Day." I could feel him poking into my backside. Joseph squirted some nice smelling shampoo on on my hair and began to scour my scalp with his strong fingers. "Oh Nicky, you know I love your beautiful red hair." "Would you love me if I didn't have red hair?" "I would love you if you were bald." He assured me. "But it would be a shame." I relaxed under his touch. He took a large sponge and lathered it with soap and began to wash my neck and shoulders, then down my back and over by butt and legs. Without comment I turned and let him wash my chest and stomach. He skipped my crotch and scrubbed my legs. "Hey, you missed something." I reminded him. By now he was kneeling in front of me. "I am saving the best for last." He lathered up my crotch then dropped the sponge and began to use his hands to very thoroughly wash my cock and balls. My dick stood at attention in appreciation. "How is that?" He asked. "Oh, that's very nice." I murmured. He reached under my balls and ran his fingers behind my balls and up the crack of my ass, making me purr. He stood and began to rinse me with the warm water that fell across me, turning me to wipe away the soap. He seemed to take special care to be sure there was no soapy residue under my foreskin. He raised his arms and handed me the shampoo. "My turn." I stood and began to scrub his scalp; his dark brown hair almost black now that it was wet. He kept it cut shorter than mine, but although he started out the day with it brushed, it usually fell loosely around his head. I picked up the big sponge and carefully washed his back, hips and legs. Turning him around I repeated the scrubbing of his front. He was very lean, but so much more muscular than he looked when he was dressed in the loose clothing he usually favored. Dropping the sponge I used my hands to wash his genitals with my hands, just as he had done to me. "Is this the way to do it?" I asked. "That's nice, Nicky." He told me with his eyes closed. I sat back and watched as he rinsed himself with my assistance. Then I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth, sucking the length of him into my throat. "Oh! That's very nice." He said. I loved the feel of his long dick in my mouth and began to suck him in earnest. He leaned over me and took my head in his hands. "My God, Nicky. You do that so well!" I just chuckled with my mouthful of his cock. "Um Hmm." I mumbled, and increased my speed. He moaned. "Oh, be careful. You are going to make me cum." "Mm hmm." I hummed into his dick. "Oh, oh!" He began to shoot into my mouth, filling me with his sweet juices. Part of it ran down my chin, quickly being washed away by the warm rain from the shower. Joseph sat down and leaned back against the opposite end of the big tub. "Oh you devil! That was intense." I grinned. "You liked that?" "Happy New Year." He sighed. "Now what can I do for you?" I leaned back under the water with my erection waving seductively at him. "Whatever you like." I invited him. With a smile he moved up to straddle me and began to work my wet cock into his ass. It only took a moment for me to penetrate him. "Oh, Nicky. You know how I love to have you inside of me." He sighed. "The feeling is mutual." I said with a grin. I laid back and let him do the work. The feeling of me inside him with the warm water running over us was heavenly. I looked up at his sinewy body pleasuring me, his strong thighs flexing as he moved up and down on me. I thought he was very beautiful and I was filled with love for him. "Oh Jeez, that feels so good." I groaned. He began to twist and squeeze his ass around my cock. We enjoyed this for several minutes then I could feel myself growing very close to climax. "Oh, I'm cumming!" I cried and felt myself release as he sat down with the length of me inside. I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. "Happy New Year." I grinned. He just sat there with my cock in his ass as the warm water flooded over us. "Now just think." He said. "We have set a precedent for the remainder of the year." "Whew!. That works for me!" I agreed. He leaned forward and kissed me. "I do love you, dear Nicky. We will have to try and keep this going for the remainder of the year." "Just one year?" I tried to look disappointed. "Forever is a long time, but I hope so." He smiled. Pulling off and sitting back on his end of the tub, he looked serious and asked me. "Are you hungry? I am starving." "Now that you mention it, yes. Very hungry." I agreed. "Is Alice on duty?" "Alice is always on duty, it seems." We got out of the tub and dried ourselves off. Joseph sat on the stool and expelled my residue then joined me in the bedroom to dress. We went downstairs to find Alice sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper. "Here are the party boys." She greeted us. "Are you hungry for breakfast?" "Yes!" We replied in unison. "What would you like?" She asked. "If it's not too much trouble, could you make some more of those wavy rancheros?" I wondered. Alice laughed. "For you Mr. Nicky, anything." She fed us her specialty, then followed it with some blueberry muffins still warm from the oven. She was rewarded with sighs and belches of appreciation. By now it was almost noon. I excused myself and said. "I should be going home. I want to know how Kevin's evening went." I winked at Joseph. I refused the offer of a ride home and took my bike from the garage. Joseph and I both noticed that his father's car was still missing, but made no comment. It was cool and crisp but not unpleasantly so, and I was back at my apartment in a few minutes, warmed by the exercise of riding hard. After locking my bike in the shed, I let myself into the apartment. "Hello house!" I called. Mom was in the kitchen doing whatever it was she always did there. Dad was on the sofa watching the Rose Bowl. Kevin was not to be seen. "How was the party?" Dad asked as I walked in. "It was good." I replied. "I expected a church party to be boring, but it was fun. They had a band and everything." Dad chuckled. "Those whiskey-palians know how to party I understand." "Oh, it wasn't that kind of a party, but it was fun. The band was great and Joseph knew some of the players. They got him to play some stuff with them, and you wouldn't believe how good he was." "Knowing Joseph, I can easily believe it." Dad replied. "He is an excellent musician." "Yeah, but this was rock and roll. They were playing Leon Russell stuff and Joseph rocked!" Dad just laughed. "Where is Kevin?" I asked. "Still in bed." Mom said from the kitchen. "Why don't you wake him up before it is time for supper." I went into the bedroom to find Kevin wrapped up in a wad of blankets. "Hey! Are you alive in there?" There was a slight stirring then a muffled voice said. "Go away." "What time did you get home?" I asked. There was more movement, then my brother's face poked out. "What time is it?" I looked at my spiffy new watch. "12:30." "Really?" The face took on a surprised look. "I don't think I have ever slept this late. I got in at 1:00, just barely." "It must have been a hell of a night." I guessed. The face smiled. "It was OK." "Well?" I asked. "Well what?" "Well did you, you know, get laid?" "You don't beat around the bush, do you?" Kevin frowned a little. "Hey, you were bragging about it being the big night. How did it go?" Kevin leaned back and stretched. "It was OK. A little different than I expected, but OK." "So what happened? Inquiring minds want to know. Did you or not?" "Yep." He smiled but not exactly in triumph. "I'm waiting." I said impatiently. "Just a minute." He got up wearing only his pajama bottoms and trotted to the bathroom. The toilet flushed and he walked back in and sat down on his bed. "And...?" Kevin laughed. "You might say that she had a lot more experience than I did. I think I got raped." "Wow. So how was it?" He pulled his legs up to sit cross-legged. "We went to this club, which was kind of fun. It was mostly Hispanic kids but they were OK. I mean nobody pulled a knife on me or anything. We danced and messed around there for awhile. Then Juan wanted to leave with the girls." "Wasn't he having fun?" "I think he wanted to get on to the main event." Kevin grinned. "So where did you go?" I asked impatiently. "Beats me. Somewhere out in the country I guess. I couldn't see much." "What do you mean you couldn't see?" "Juan and Juanita were in the front seat and me and Angie were in the back. The back seat of that DeSoto is huge. As soon as we left the club we started to make out and I never sat up again until we started home." "Sounds hot!" I was impressed. "I guess. She kisses like a vacuum machine. I thought she was going to pull my tongue out." "I think you did more than kiss." I suggested. "Oh yeah. She pulled my pants down and started sucking my dick before we even got out of town. That part was pretty cool." "She sounds like a wild woman." "She was pretty worked up." Kevin shook his head. "I don't know what I expected, but it was maybe a little more than I was ready for. She obviously had a lot more experience than I did." "What makes you think so?" "Well for one thing, when she saw that I am uncut she seemed surprised. She said she thought all us white boys had been circumcised." Kevin scowled. "I don't believe I was her first." "So you didn't like it?" I was surprised. "Well, I did at the time. I mean it was hot and all, but...." "Go on, what happened next?" I was getting really interested. We both had to adjust our boners. Kevin shook his head. "I can't believe I am telling you this." "Hey, you got to tell somebody. You know I won't repeat anything." "You better not. If Mom and Dad knew about this I would never get out of the apartment again." "You know I won't, not even to Joseph." I promised. "You know all my secrets." He nodded. "True, or maybe some of them." He started to grin. "Anyway, when we got to whereever it was, she started taking off her clothes, and I, uh, I took mine off too. We were naked as jaybirds in the back of that DeSoto." "And then...?" "It was kind of a blur. She was sucking on me like a starving calf, and I was, like feeling her pussy." He hesitated. "She wanted me to eat her but to tell you the truth, I just didn't want to. She like, she didn't smell very good. You know how they say that pussy smells like tuna fish?" "I have heard that, but don't have any first hand experience." "Well it does, like rotten tuna fish." I had to laugh. "Maybe she has a hygiene problem." He frowned. "Yeah, I think so. To tell you the truth it kind of turned me off." "So was that it?" I wanted to know. "No..., She kept messing with me and then sort of sat on me." "Sat on you?" "Yeah, she sat on my dick and stuck it in her twat." "So you really did it?" I was kind of proud of my little brother. "Oh yeah. Juan had a box of rubbers and I got one on before she got going." "What about Juan and Juanita? Did they see what you guys were doing? I mean, what were they doing?" "They were in the front seat fucking like bunnies. From what I could tell, Juan has a taste for tuna. All I could see was the occasional bare foot sticking up." "So how was it?" I asked. Kevin grinned. "Not bad really. Not exactly what I expected I guess, but pretty damn good." Now we were both laughing. "That was the first time." Kevin gave me a sly grin. "Really? How many times did you fuck her?" I asked with surprise. "Three times, I think. I couldn't shoot the last time though." "My God Kevin, that's amazing. You are quite the stud. Would you do it again?" He shook his head. "I don't know, maybe. I mean it was a better than jerking off, but not very, you know, romantic." "Yeah, it does sound kind of raw." I agreed. "Well did she like it? I mean do you think you satisfied her?" "I guess so. I mean she seemed disappointed when I couldn't go again, but I guess she liked it." He shook his head. "I can't say she made me feel special. She just wanted somebody to fuck, and I was there." I nodded. "Yeah, I can see that. No fairy tale love affair, was it?" Kevin gave me a straight look. "I know you and Joseph do stuff together. Is it like that with you guys?" I thought of all the times Joseph and I had made love to each other. "No, not at all. I think we are as concerned about each other as for ourselves. There is never anything rough about it." I felt myself blush. "I guess it's because we love each other." Kevin's look told me that he was touched by that. "That makes you very lucky I think. You know, I am really OK that you are gay. I'm just glad that you have someone to love you, and that you are happy." "Thank you. That means a lot. I want the same for you Kevin." I smiled. "I don't think that Angie is the one." Kevin snorted. "No, I don't think so. I would rather have lost my virginity to someone who smelled better." He stretched again. "Some guys say that pussy is pussy and it's all good. I don't know if I would agree with that." "Some guys will say anything to appear macho." I reminded him. "For Pete's sake, Kevin. You are twelve years old. A very mature twelve years old for sure, but still. Angie may have been your first, but she will certainly not be your last. Next time try and pick someone who actually means something to you. Otherwise you are really just using someone's body to masturbate with." I hesitated. "Maybe I shouldn't say this to you, but I have done some things with a couple of other guys before I met Joseph, and that's all it was, we were just getting off with each other. Maybe that's not so bad, but with Joseph it is something completely different. And you're right. We are very lucky. I can't imagine being with anyone else but Joseph. I wouldn't want to be with anybody else. I would rather just go back to jerking off into a dirty sock." I chuckled. "Advice on sex from your queer brother." Kevin didn't laugh. "It's good advice Nick. I respect you and I think you know what you are talking about. Sex is great if it's with the right person. And I'm not simple enough to think that it has to be with your one and only for it to be good sex. But it has to mean something or we are just back to the dirty sock." "Yeah, God knows we have gone through enough dirty socks." I laughed. "Sometimes I wonder if Mom ever notices how stiff some of our socks are when she throws them in the laundry." Kevin rolled his eyes. "I don't like to think about that." "Don't you think they know Joseph and I are more than just friends?" I asked. "I would think so. They're not blind. But I think if you guys are discreet and don't rub their noses in it, they are going to let you do what you feel is right for you." He smiled. "They love us. I get aggravated with Mom and Dad sometimes, but it has never occurred to me that they don't love us." "That's true." I agreed. "That's what Joseph sees when he comes over here. That is why he likes to visit. Joseph has lots of things, but he doesn't have parents like ours." I leaned over towards him and said. "Truth be told, I have to admit that I'm pretty lucky to have a brother I can tell anything and still be accepted. That goes both ways you know." "Now for a very important question." Kevin said and stood up. "Is there anything to eat in the kitchen? I am absolutely famished." "I bet you are. You worked hard last night and all you were offered to eat was some rotten tuna." I teased. "Ack! Don't remind me!" Kevin pretended to barf. "What about you?" "I'm OK. Alice fixed us some wavy rancheros before I came home." "Some what?" Kevin looked confused. "It's an old family recipe. I will tell you sometime." I smiled. "Let's go see about your breakfast." ------------------------------------ Bobby was excited about the choir. "I can't wait until next Sunday when we can really get started learning some songs. I'm glad Miss Lane is going to lead us. She seems very nice." "Bobby, you think everybody is nice." Jermaine said a little cynically. "Well, most people are. You and Danny and Tony have all been nice to me. There are lots of nice people here." Danny smiled. "Don't ever change Bobby. There are plenty of cynics around. We need you." "Just be happy while you can." Tony told him. "School starts tomorrow." "That's OK. I like school." Bobby admitted. Jermaine laughed. "I rest my case." Bobby just shrugged. Danny clapped his hands. "Look guys, this is our last day of freedom. We should try to find something fun to do today." Tony observed. "The snow has all melted and there are a hundred kids playing basketball already. You can't even squeeze into the gym. They aren't going to let us go for a hike. What else is there to do?" "How about a Gin Rummy tournament? We could play four handed. Prizes for the winners." Danny suggested. "What prizes?" Tony wondered. "Hey, I am friends with a couple of the nice ladies in the cafeteria. I bet I could come up with something." He bragged "Kind of lame, but it might be better than sitting down in the lounge picking our noses." Jermaine admitted. "Do I hear a better suggestion?" Danny clapped his hands again. "Gin Rummy it is. Come on guys. It's a fun game." Three boys shrugged their shoulders and nodded. "OK then. Let me see what I can come up with for some prizes and we will meet back here in the room after lunch." Danny told them. Tony and Bobby were walking back from lunch with Bobby's new friend Arlo. "How do you play Gin Rummy?" Arlo asked. "I don't know many card games." "I don't know how to play it either." Bobby admitted. "You guys will have to teach me." "Danny taught us before Justin left and Bobby moved to our room." Tony explained. "It was kind of fun, I guess." "Can I watch?" Arlo asked. "I would like to know how to play. I mean if that is OK." Bobby liked Arlo. They were both eleven, and both liked music. Arlo was a small boy, even smaller than Bobby. He looked a little frail but was quietly enthusiastic about most things. He was the sort of boy who was easy to overlook, with mousy brown hair and large gray eyes. He was quiet, a little shy, and Bobby felt a kind of kinship with him. Bobby found it difficult to trust most people and had not made many friends at the boys home. The exception was Tony with whom he had bonded as a sort of little brother. He wanted Arlo to be his friend. "Maybe we can both learn. Danny loves to play Gin Rummy and you can play with us I bet." Bobby encouraged him. Once back in their room, Danny, Jermaine, Tony and Bobby pulled their desk chairs around to one of the lower bunks and discussed the card game. Arlo sat cross legged on the floor and peeked over the bed to watch. "Only three of us know how to play now that Justin is gone." Danny said. "We will have to teach Bobby to play. It is more fun four handed." "Teach Arlo too." Bobby requested. "He wants to learn." Arlo nodded. "OK, it as easy to teach two as one." Danny patiently explained the rules of the game, then played a two handed game with Jermaine, laying the cards face up so that Bobby and Arlo could see. "Get the idea?" Both of the younger boys nodded. "Lets just start playing and we will get the idea if you let us ask questions." Bobby suggested. Jermaine offered to watch and do some coaching so Bobby and Arlo could both learn. Danny, Tony, Bobby and Arlo played several hands, keeping score mostly to show how it was done. Jermaine looked over their shoulders and made suggestions to help them make the right plays. Bobby and Arlo were sharp boys and began to pick up the game quickly. They were enjoying the attention of the older boys as much as the game itself. When they seemed ready to play, Arlo sat back, expecting to be excluded. Tony was not as excited about playing as the others. He found the structure of a card game rather boring. "Go ahead Arlo. I don't think I really want to play. Maybe later, OK?" Arlo was delighted and quickly agreed. Bobby was a little disappointed that Tony would not be playing with them, but he was pleased that his new friend Arlo was having fun. The foursome was ready as Danny dealt the cards. "OK, Jermaine and Bobby will play me and Arlo. Ready?" The cards were dealt and the game was afoot. Tony watched for awhile then excused himself. He had in mind trying to find Thomas, or maybe Nathan to play a game that interested him more than Gin Rummy. Tony walked down to the lounge where several boys were watching the Rose Bowl on TV. Thomas was not present but he saw Nathan slumped in a chair looking bored. He walked behind Nathan and bumped the chair to make his presence known. Nathan looked up and smiled. "Hey Tony, what are you doing?" "Just hanging out. You watching the game?" "Not really, but there's nothing else to do." Nathan complained. Tony's grin suggested an alternative. -------------------------------- Email comments to y2kslacker@mail.com I love email. Your comments are what keep me going. Really. Nifty needs contributions to continue to publish the stories you enjoy. You may contribute at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Special thanks to Nathan F. who patiently edits the text of this story, and makes helpful suggestions.