Date: Sat, 30 May 2015 22:16:36 +0200 From: Nick Brady Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 48 Nick's Story -- Chapter 48 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. ------------------------------------ Tony and Nathan slipped down to the empty classroom, thinking to amuse themselves with some sex play. Tony was horny enough. It seemed he was always in a state of half arousal. Meeting another boy for sex was something that never gave him a second thought, until recently. Now even as they hurried down to the scene of several encounters, first with Thomas, then with both Thomas and Nathan, he felt a certain hesitation. He and Thomas had agreed that they were boyfriends, although Tony was not totally sure what that meant in practical terms. At first he thought that it meant the two of them would only enjoy sex with each other. But when they discovered Nathan masturbating in their little hideaway, Thomas had organized a three way and the agreement had been modified to include such an activity. Did the agreement extend to a one on one with Nathan or even another boy? Tony felt a little confused. And what about little Bobby? Bobby seemed to accept that Thomas was somehow special for Tony, but did that extend to any other boy who presented an opportunity for sex? Feelings of honor and commitment were something new and strange for Tony and this was making him feel uneasy. Yet as he followed Nathan down the corridor, he could see in his mind's eye the fan of blonde hair that flanked Nathan's butt hole and the image pulled him forward. When they arrived at the room, the old lock rattled open very easily and they were quickly inside. "I thought me and Thomas were the only guys who came down here to play." Tony confided. "Have you been using this place for very long?" He asked Nathan. "Not really. An older boy showed it to me and we came down here a couple of times. But he is gone now and so I just came down here by myself to jack off." Nathan admitted. "That is what I was doing when you and Thomas caught me." "Who was that boy?" Tony wondered. "Some guy named Jase." Nathan confessed. "He was kind of crazy. I don't know what happened to him but he's not here any more." Hearing Jase's name gave Tony a bad feeling. "Yeah, I kinda remember him. He was a punk." Nathan began to rub the front of his jeans. "What do you want to do?" He asked with an eager look. Tony felt inclined to stall. "I don't know, man. What do you want to do?" Nathan grinned. "I don't care, I'm just horny." "What kind of stuff have you done with other guys?" "Lots of stuff, you know. Like you and Thomas did with me. I pretty much like everything." "Is that why you are in here?" Tony wondered, forgetting for a moment the unwritten rule about not asking that question. Nathan frowned. "No, I'm not here for doing sex. I like to steal stuff." Tony understood the need to steal food and clothing just to get by. "What did you steal?" "You know, cool stuff. Whatever I could grab when the store people weren't looking. They call that shoplifting." "What did you do with it?" Tony asked. "Did you sell it?" Nathan laughed. "No, I didn't need the money. My parents have got money, I just took stuff for the fun of it. I played with it or gave it to my friends. Some of it I just threw away." This was foreign to Tony. He had stolen things he needed or could easily sell, but never for the sport of stealing. Somehow, it gave him a bad feeling. "If your parents were rich why didn't you just ask them for the money and buy stuff?" Nathan gave him a puzzled look. "That's no fun." Seeing that the conversation was going in the wrong direction Nathan asked again. "Here we are and I'm horny. What do you want to do?" Recalling the reason for their being here, Tony said. "I never saw anybody with white hair on their dick and ass. Lemme see you again." Pleased to see that the conversation was back on track, Nathan quickly dropped his pants. "Let's get naked." Tony stripped and the boys began to fondle and examine each other. They both appreciated the contrast in their young bodies. Tony was brown with black pubes and an uncut cock that stood up flat against his belly now that he was erect. Nathan was a little taller with very fair skin, light blonde pubic hair, and a somewhat larger cut cock standing rigidly at a steep angle. Both were slender and very fit. Each liked what they saw. Nathan dropped to his knees and began to suck Tony's dick. He liked the feel of the uncircumcised cock in his mouth. The loose skin felt soft and Tony's modest size made it fit easily in his throat. He played with the soft brown testicles and rubbed his nose in the straight black pubic hair. Tony responded with a low moan. After a few minutes Nathan leaned back and said. "I really like your dick. You got a really nice one." He stood and Tony knelt in front of him to return the favor. Tony sucked on Nathan's cock with his eyes open. He found the boy's pubic hair interesting. Unlike his own, Nathan's furry patch was a light yellow color. Not white perhaps, a little darker than the hair on his head which had been bleached almost white from the sun. It had a coarser texture than his own fine black pubes. It was not curly exactly, but wound around itself in a thick patch. He liked the way it felt against his face when he managed to get Nathan's cock all the way into his throat. "Oh God, that feels so good." Nathan sighed with his hands on Tony's head. Tony's fingers were playing with the hole behind his friend's balls. Even his nuts were covered with a soft brush of blonde hair that felt nice against Tony's hand. "I want to fuck you." Tony said abruptly and he stood. Nathan went to his hands and knees without a word. This is what he had wanted when they began. Tony wet himself and Nathan's hole with slobber then knelt behind him, probing and rubbing the end of his cock on the pink opening. He began to push his slim brown dick in between the blonde fans of hair on each side of Nathan's asshole. There was a sudden burst of pleasure and he popped inside. "Ah! That's it." Nathan cried and put his head down on his hands. Tony pushed himself all the way in and began to take long steady strokes accompanied by Nathan's moans of pleasure. "You like that?" Tony asked. "Yes, oh yes. That feels so good." Nathan answered, his voice shaking in time with Tony's thrusts. The stroking increased in speed until it became a pounding. The slap of flesh against flesh growing louder. Tony's mind was free of doubt now. This was the most important thing in the world, the thing that he liked best, the thing that he was compelled to do no matter what. He fucked Nathan's ass with abandon. The response from his friend was a series of satisfied grunts. Another few minutes and the time had come for release. Tony pulled out and immediately sprayed Nathan's back with long white strings of semen, stroking himself furiously until the spasms passed. He sat back on his heels and gasped for breath. "Damn! That was good. You got a really fine ass, man." Nathan flipped over on his back and spread his legs. "Jack me off!" He insisted. Tony grasped his friend's cock and began to stroke him quickly, using the cum on his hands as a kind of lubricant. In moments Nathan shot over himself, long spurts hitting his neck, then chest, then stomach, then into his light pubic hair. His balls drew up tight against the base of his dick as he reached his climax. Nathan was coated with semen on both sides now. Tony looked down at him and laughed. "You got covered up, man." He wiped the cum around with his hand. Nathan looked down at himself. "No shit. Hand me something to clean up with." Tony picked up a hand towel used to wipe off the chalkboards and tossed it to him. Nathan wiped his front off as best he could then handed it to Tony who wiped his back. He started to replace the towel on the chalkboard tray then thought better of it and shoved it into the trash can. "We better get out of here." Tony pulled on his clothes and they both dressed quickly and slipped out of the room. They stopped at the bathroom just long enough to pee and wash the cum from their hands, then Nathan went back to the TV lounge and Tony to the room where his friends were playing cards. They were still at it. "Hey Tony, where have you been? Me and Jermaine are winning!" Bobby called to him. Jermaine laughed. "Your little buddy is a quick study. We are doing pretty good." Bobby was clearly delighted. Danny and Arlo were gracious in defeat. "The game isn't over." Danny said. "But we are pretty far behind." Sitting on the other lower bunk was Thomas. He nodded at Tony but was not smiling. "I was looking for you." Tony sat down next to him and pretended to be interested in the card game. "What's the score?" He asked. "It's 120 to 450. We play to 500." Bobby informed him. "Me and Jermaine are ahead!" "Cool." Tony replied without looking at Thomas. He could feel Thomas looking at him but didn't want to talk to him, not right now anyway. After another hand, the game concluded with Bobby and Jermaine triumphant. "We won!" Bobby cried. "What are our prizes?" "Yeah, you promised us prizes." Jermaine reminded Danny. Danny grinned and pulled a brown paper bag out from under his bed. "How about a dozen chocolate chip cookies?" Bobby took the bag, helped himself to a cookie then handed the bag to Jermaine, who took one then passed the bag to the others. "It's nice to share, I guess." He said with a smile. "We need revenge." Danny said. "Want to play another game?" "Sure, but I need a bathroom break." Jermaine insisted. The card players left for a pee leaving Tony alone in the room with Thomas. After an awkward moment, Tony tried to explain. "I was looking for you, man. Where were you?" "I was watching the football game." Thomas told him. "I looked in there but didn't see you." Thomas answered sullenly. "I went to the bathroom. I came back in as you were walking out with Nathan." Tony kept his eyes on the floor. "Oh. Sorry, man." "Where did you guys go?" "Oh, you know. Just walking around." "I went down to the classroom." Thomas told him. Tony felt a chill. "Yeah?" He really didn't want to talk about this. "Yeah." Thomas waited a minute. "I thought we were special." "We are special, man. Me and Nathan, you know, it just happened." Tony felt defensive. "Hey, we messed around with Nathan the other day. I didn't think you would care." "That was different." Thomas said. "We were together. What if I took Nathan to the classroom and fucked his ass, how would you like that?" Tony shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know." He said helplessly. "I guess you can do what you like." For the first time Tony actually looked at Thomas and saw that he had tears in his eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry man. I just, I don't know. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was looking for you really, but...." Thomas looked down and sighed. "Don't worry about it." He stood to leave. "See you later." Tony felt bad. He had never made a real commitment of any kind to another person and this was unfamiliar territory for him. He was very confused and had no one to talk to about his feelings. Life was becoming even more complicated than he realized. -------------------------------------- It was January second and life was returning to normal. The long eventful holiday vacation had passed and the routine of school had resumed. Alice drove Joseph to school, I rode my bike, we met briefly, first at the flagpole and later at his house. The time for being constantly together had passed and we would see each other less often now. We did not meet on Friday because Joseph had an appointment with his family attorney. He and Jack wanted to talk about Pablo and his divided brothers. On Saturday morning I rode over to Joseph's on my bike and we made ourselves comfortable on the sofa in his bedroom. "How did it go with the attorney?" I asked. "It went well, I think. We outlined the situation and he seemed to think he could be helpful." "So what is going to happen?" Joseph summarized. "Locating Carlos will be the easy part. While the location of a foster child is not public information it should be rather simple to obtain on behalf of his older brother." "What about Tony?" "The attorney will have to look into the circumstances of his arrest. It might be that he could be transferred to a foster home, but it is probably in his best interests to stay put. The Tulsa Boys Home has a number of resources that he would not have in a foster home." "I really feel bad for Tony." I admitted. "I think he is a pretty good guy. I didn't realize it at the time I knew him, but he has had a really shitty deal. I never really told you about that." "And I told you I didn't need to know." Joseph smiled. "And what about their immigration status?" I wondered. Joseph smiled. "I had assumed that would be the thorniest problem, but perhaps not. Since they were brought here unwillingly by their father and have no recourse to parents or known relatives, they might qualify as what he called a hardship case. Again, he will have to do some legal work and get back to us, but it might not be as hopeless as we first thought. It helps that Pablo has shown himself to be a good student and a responsible person. There are things that can be worked out." I was rather amazed. "Sounds like he is a good lawyer. Was Jack there?" "Oh yes, Jack will be an important part of this process. He will be rather like the anchor." Joseph explained. "How is that?" I asked "Jack is a natural born American citizen, and of majority age, that is, an adult. He also has a clean record, no arrests, no incarcerations, a model citizen as it were." Joseph elaborated. "It might be that Jack can sponsor Pablo and his brothers while they work through the immigration process." "Wow, that would be cool. Is Jack willing to to that?" I asked. "Jack was emphatic in saying that he would do whatever was necessary." Joseph nodded. "He is a generous person, and of course we know that he and Pablo have a special relationship." Joseph continued. "It seems that the only real problem with their immigration status is Tony's involvement with the law. He was arrested for prostitution as you know." I nodded. "But he was very young, and a victim of his father whose illegal activities are a matter of record. It might depend on how he has conducted himself while at the boys home." I was overfilled with information. "You and the attorney had quite a session, but it sounds like you speak his language. Do you understand everything you have just told me?" Joseph smiled modestly. "Yes, I do." "Then if everything turns out like you think, this is all good news, right?" "Well I hope so. He is an excellent attorney." Joseph agreed. I was puzzled about one thing. "I don't know much about legal stuff, but don't lawyers charge a lot of money? I mean, who is going to pay for this?" Another smile from Joseph. "He is on retainer by my father. That means he is paid a set fee to be on call and provide advice. This was an information and advice session. Legal work to follow up will be billed to my father, who might complain, but will pay for it." I had to smile and shake my head. "You have this all worked out, don't you?" Joseph shrugged. "If my career in music doesn't develop as expected, I imagine I will go into law." I was fully convinced that Joseph was capable of doing anything. "So what happens next?" "With the brothers? I suppose it is wait and see. But I think that once the legal wheels begin to roll, our attorney will push things along rather quickly. Of course you know that Father is a surgeon. Surgery is a profession prone to litigation and he has an excellent attorney." Joseph had a confident smile. "So how is your mother? Anything new with that?" I asked with concern. The smile faded. "I don't think that is going as well as we might have hoped. The last time my father talked with me it seems that she was rather resentful of being in a rehabilitation facility. She will be at her halfway point this weekend and I am to accompany Father for a visit. I may know more after Sunday." "Good luck with that. But isn't her alternative to rehab a trip to prison?" I hated to say that out loud. Joseph looked down and nodded. "Yes, that's true. I think she knows that but has difficulty accepting it. Perhaps her mind is not working clearly." My next question was harder. "So how is your dad? What's going on with him?" Now Joseph's face clouded over. "It is difficult to say, Nicky." "Hard to say, or hard to talk about?" I interpreted. Joseph closed his eyes and tried to keep his face impassive, then replied carefully. "You know me too well, Nicky. I can't keep anything from you, can I?" I hesitated then said. "Well, we both noticed that his car hasn't been here over the holidays." Joseph sighed. "I wanted to think that he was at his office, or the hospital, but when that is the case he notifies Alice. I asked about him and she gave me a non-answer." "What's a non-answer?" "It means if she knows something she doesn't want to tell, she becomes evasive." He explained. I was confused by this. "What's the deal then?" Joseph gave me a wistful smile. "Your parents are such nice people that you might find it hard to understand, but not all parents are faithful to each other." "Do you mean they are screwing around on each other?" He was right, I didn't quite understand. Joseph leaned back on the sofa and tried to explain. "Mother drank for a long time. I wasn't suppose to be aware when I was younger, but of course I did notice, I just didn't say anything." "At that time my parents socialized a lot. Apparently, part of building a medical practice is entertaining certain important people. They served drinks, although not many drank heavily. It seems that mother drank more than her share, and became rather affectionate towards certain men. And it seems that several of them returned her affection at one time or another." "Did your father know?" I asked. Joseph shrugged. "How could he not? I'm not sure what he knew or when he knew it. I only figured this out over a period of time. No one has told me the story. You are the first person I have ever discussed this with, Nicky." I took his hand and encouraged him to continue. "I suppose I first took note of this when I was about eight. I could hear them quarreling at night, and Mother appeared to drink more often. It was not uncommon for Father to be away from the house because of his practice. I was very young, I didn't know what either of them did." "So this has been going on a long time?" I guessed. "I would assume so." Joseph shrugged. "Mother drank, Father was away, I kept my mouth shut, stayed out of the way and practiced my music. As time went by, either because Father's practice became established or because of Mother's infidelity, the socializing became minimal. Then Mother started to drink alone. She almost always had a glass of wine in her hand. Father was home less often. He said he was very busy and I believed him. I suppose he was, he is an excellent doctor." He shrugged again. "Go on." I encouraged him. "I suppose you know the rest. Life went on like a glass with little cracks running through it. We try not to notice until one day it shatters. Mother was arrested and sentenced to the rehab facility. I think Father saw that as justification, and I believe it has all come apart." He was struggling with tears. I leaned against his shoulder and held his hand. "I'm sorry Joseph." Joseph spoke with a choking voice. "It is like watching someone who has been ill for a long time finally die. You know it is going to happen but you keep hoping things will get better." I turned and put my arms around Joseph and tried to comfort him. He was trying not to sob. "I knew this would happen eventually, but it's hard Nicky, now that it has come, it is really hard." "Maybe when your mom gets home things will be better. I mean, if she quits drinking things might be OK." I suggested. I sat there with my head on his chest for several minutes. "I don't know what to say. This is sort of off the scale for me. But I feel really bad for you. I don't know, maybe I should feel bad for your mom too, but I just care about you." Joseph didn't speak, but after a moment I felt water dripping on my face. I looked up to see his tears falling down. We simply held each other until his crying stopped. Nothing was said. It seemed there was nothing to say. Finally Joseph stood up and pushed me away. "I'm sorry Nicky. Eventually our bladders call the shots." He walked into the bathroom and I heard him empty himself into the toilet, then flush. He sat back down and I tried to hold him again, putting the palm of my hand on his fly. "Can I do anything to make you feel better?" I asked. He kissed the top of my head and patted my shoulders. "I never thought I would refuse you Nicky, but this just doesn't seem like the right time for anything joyful." "That's OK. I just want to be here for you." I told him. Joseph sighed. "Poor Nicky. You must get tired of consoling me for one thing or another. When do I get to be there for you?" "All the time, you are there for me whenever we are together." I insisted, and meant it sincerely. "I just want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy, Joseph. You are a wonderful person and I love you." Joseph thought for a moment. "You know, Nicky. I think the happiest I have ever been was the week I stayed with your family over Christmas. I was with the dearest person I have ever known, surrounded by a loving family almost my own, and at peace with myself. How do you endure such happiness?" "I don't know. I sort of take it for granted I guess." "You shouldn't take it for granted Nicky. It is not a common thing. I think it is very rare indeed." We sat there for a time, then went downstairs to be greeted and fed by Alice. This was what had become normal for us. We ate, talked for awhile, then Joseph worked on his music while I listened and napped in the wing back chair. After several hours of work he was finished and we went up to his bedroom and made love to each other on his wide bed, the curtains pulled back from the long windows that looked over his balcony into the big trees that now stood bare. I knew not to ask to stay over as Dad had already told me he wanted me home this weekend. We said our goodbyes before I walked down the stairs to retrieve my bicycle and ride home. "I'm sorry, Joseph. I just know all this will all work out for you." "Yes, of course. Things always work out." He assured me. Then we hugged each other tightly. "Will I see you at church tomorrow?" I asked. "I think not. We will be leaving for Valley of Hope before church is over. Father doesn't usually attend, as you know." "Will I talk to you after you get back?" "I really don't know." He admitted. "It depends on what time we get back, and what Father wants to do. I am hoping he will talk to me. I desperately want him to talk to me." I nodded my understanding and went out to ride home. It was dusk now and the air was cold. I put my bike in the shed and walked into my apartment to be with my family: my mother, father and brother. Joseph was right. I must never take this family for granted. I skipped church the next morning for the first time in many weeks. I knew Joseph would not be there and for some reason I just wanted to be quiet. Kevin trudged over to First Methodist for his usual Sunday School class and Dad read the paper while mother read a magazine. I figured this was what happened every Sunday after I had gone to Trinity to sing in the choir with Joseph. It was a nice routine. I wondered sometimes why Mom and Dad didn't go to church somewhere. They would show up if Kevin or I were involved in something, but were not regular attenders themselves. Certainly they had no negative feelings about church or religion in general, it was just their day of rest, I supposed. During the afternoon when I knew Joseph would be visiting his mother, I laid in my bed and thought about him, about his mother and father. I thought hard about how things might work out for them, how they could reconcile and become a family again. Surely there had been times when they were close and loved each other. I wondered if this were praying. When you think about something and hope really hard for it to turn out right, is this praying? After awhile I fell asleep until Mom called me for dinner. The next day at school I hurried to the flagpole to wait for Joseph. He walked out a few minutes later and appeared pleased to see me. "Hey Joseph." "Hey Nick." We exchanged our usual greeting. "Can I come by your house today?" I asked. "Oh please do." He looked at the curb where Alice was waiting. "I will see you there." Upstairs in his room I waited to hear about the visit with his mother. "How did it go?" "Rather anticlimactic actually. We were all very polite." "Was she glad to see you?" I asked, wondering if this was an appropriate question. "Yes, I think so. She was rather subdued. I wondered if they might have her on a sedative." He admitted. "Well, did she say anything? Was she still resentful, or what?" "To be honest, she really didn't say much of anything. Just a few platitudes. We were only there about fifteen minutes." Joseph told me. "Did you get a feel for what she was thinking? I mean does she want to change, to stop drinking?" "I thought she was numb." He said. "I didn't get a sense that she was thinking at all. I admit I didn't expect that." It was hard to know how to react to that. "Did you talk to your father?" Joseph nodded rather solemnly. "Yes, I did that." "So...." I pulled on him a little. "He said almost nothing on the way over to Cushing, and he had very little to say to Mother although granted, she was not very responsive. We started back in silence but I wanted him to talk to me. I asked him what was going to happen when Mother came home." "What did he say?" "At first he brushed me off. Then I asked him if they were going to stay together. He pretended not to understand so I asked him outright if he planned to divorce Mother, and stared at him until he answered." Joseph paused. "He sat there as if he had not heard me then finally said, 'Yes, I suppose so'. Nicky, he showed no emotion at all, no anger, no remorse, just almost a shrug. They have been married 35 years, how can he shrug that off?" I wondered what to say. How could I help Joseph understand something that was so bewildering to me? "Maybe it has been dead to him for a long time." Joseph turned away and looked out the windows. "Yes, I suppose that is true. I only just recognized that their marriage has died. I suppose they have known that for some time." After a minute he said. "Her drinking, the infidelity, perhaps these were symptoms of how unhappy they have been for a long time. I was just blind to it." "They must have been happy at one time, when they were first married." I suggested. "Yes, surely they were. I have two older sisters I don't think you have ever met. There are ten years between myself and the younger sister. I think my parents had planned to travel and enjoy themselves and were not expecting to have to raise another child. They would certainly have had a different life if I had not been born." "Don't say that. You aren't to blame for your parent's problems." "Well, I don't suppose I am personally at fault, but it is true. They might have had a better life without me." He looked very dejected. "I know my life is better because of you." I told him. "I wish I could do something." "I'm sorry. I am just depressed. It is childish to think that way." He said. "I have a good life and you make it better." Joseph leaned his head back and appeared to have gained some control over his emotions. "I should tell you what I know. I had a long talk with Alice last night. I think she is the only sane person in the house." He paused. "Alice is not one to tell tales. I had to press her very hard to get her to tell me what she knows." He chuckled sadly. "It seems Alice knows everything, at least in this house." "What did she tell you?" I asked. He took a deep breath then began. "My father has had a lover for a long time, a nurse in his office. Perhaps he took a lover because my mother drank, or she drank because he had a lover, I don't know. Perhaps the two things are independent of each other, sometimes these things happen. In any case, Mother's being sent to the rehab facility was the catalyst he needed to make his decision. Once she is home he will offer her a divorce with a generous settlement." "How will that work out?" "According to Alice, and she probably has this correct, Mother will get the house and furniture and Father will get his freedom. He has plenty of money -- investments, some property from his family, he is very secure. I suppose there is enough to go around." "So you will stay here with your mom?" I asked. "Yes, I suppose so. My father has had a little apartment near the hospital for a long time but I have only seen it a few times. I will stay here." He gave a grim chuckle. "I will stay with my piano." I sat and held his hand until it began to grow dark outside. "I have to go Joseph. Please don't be so sad." He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, then he waved his hands in resignation. I wanted to say something but wasn't sure what to say. "Yesterday afternoon while you were visiting your mom, I was thinking about you." I told him. "I was wishing really hard that things would turn out good for you. I'm not sure how it works, but do you think that qualifies as praying?" Joseph gave me a teary smile. "I am no expert on prayer." He said. "But I think that would qualify. Thank you Nicky." He walked me down to where I had parked my bike and kissed me goodbye. I wished good things for him all the way home. -------------------------------- 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.