Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2024 21:06:29 +0000 From: Crate Appleby Subject: Between a Rock and Soft Feet, Chapter 2 Caught Between a Rock and Soft Feet by Rusty Bollocks A Noir Boi Stori (M/b, feet, historical) If you want to leave me feedback or buy me some Sloan's Liniment Muscle Reliever, you can contact me at the following email address: crateappleby@protonmail.com If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty then please think about making a donation: https://donate.nifty.org Chapter Two The Sloan's Liniment Muscle Reliever Incident Lulu caught her breath and motioned her son over to her. Putting her manicured hands on Nathanial's shoulders, she positioned him so he stood in front of me with his back to her. Fingers hanging over his shoulders like eagle talons, she was careful not to impale him. I think. His face was haloed from behind by his mothers bountiful saddlebags. Saddlebags belong on horses. Nathanial lowered his head and unbuttoned his dungarees. Four, there were four buttons. Hooking a thumb each and pushing down he lowered his pants by the lips of his pockets. My fingertips started sweating. Bright white cotton nearly knee length under drawers appeared but quickly joined his pants at his ankles. My heart sank. When your reality gets shaken, a flushing feeling washes over your entire body, the exact opposite of the waves of an orgasm. That sinking body tingle hit me hard. I turned away quickly, anticipation and curiosity morphing into rage within seconds. "His father did this?" The control of my voice impressed me under the circumstances. Both Lulu and Nathanial nodded affirmative at the same time. "Pull your trousers up Nate. Can I call you Nate?" He shook his head no, adding, "Father doesn't like Nate, only Nathanial." "Look at me. I don't give a shit what your father likes. What do YOU like?" "I do like Nate. It will be quicker to spell." Sound logic. He takes after his mother. I wanted his full attention so I said "Look at me" perhaps a little to harshly. Nate did. "Your father is a powerful man but he's really weak where it is important, men don't fight boys." I took a moment. "Have you been to a doctor?" Again both heads nodded. He even nodded like his mother. You get a feeling for good people, Lulu, the Good Mole spoke, "Bayer Aspirin and Sloan's Liniment Muscle Reliever are all the doctor can do, ice for the...swelling." Now it was Lulu's turn for a moment, you could tell this was cutting her up worse than Zorro's blade steel could do. The screen doesn't bleed. This was her flesh and blood. She continued, "Deep tissue bruising. Saltpeter for....unwanted erections." His mother couldn't see it but Nate smiled wider than I had yet seen. No embarrassment. Hell, I was twelve before I realized that my penis wasn't broken when I got an erection and erections can just...happen. To all boys and men. At any time. Like in 8th grade in front of Millicent Boyd for no reason, big old tent. She wouldn't stop talking to me after that, kept staring down expecting something. I'm not a magician and that ain't a rabbit. "Doctor said my balls didn't bust though which was really good." No filter. No deposit for that image either. "Testicles." Lulu's voice wasn't correcting, it was teaching. "Test-tickles". A grin in the bank. Sense of humor intact. Pleading, Lulu Lucsious changed the subject quicker than a brother pulling up his pants when his sister walked in. She didn't talk to me for two days after. "Rusty, I didn't tell you earlier, I'm sorry, I picked him up from the doctors without Tommy knowing before I came to you. He knows now that I have Nate but not where I am, I swear." Lulu lovingly put her hand on Nate's scalp, gently mussing up this hair. It fell right back into place, like a magnet. His smile seemed to never wane, when he heard her say his new name, he beamed. In the bank, I'm getting boy rich. "I wasn't followed but we can't stay here tonight. Tommy beat him with a book Rusty. A hard cover book." Her talons clenched, the corners of her mouth constricting, "He caught him with a neighbor boy, they were showing each oth..." "Nate, look at me..." I took his chin and nudged it upright so I had his eyes in mine. Any other time and I would have melted there, staring. I saw the individual hairs that made up his eyelashes, I was that close to him. "It does not matter what you did, your father was wrong. You did, NOTHING wrong." I stopped talking and he nodded his head. At some point in every single life that has existed a parent became less in their child's eyes. A single event that sparks the moment you realize YOU are not the only one that makes mistakes. Daddy isn't infallible. I stroked Nate's chin with the back of my index finger with confidence knowing it would never be connected to a fist that would strike a child. I know I'm a batty boy. I also know a world filled with hate could also be filled with an understanding love. If not understanding than at least acceptance. "Lulu, you have a good plan, let's stick to it." A couple moments went by in silence. I added, "You're a good mother. You did the right thing in protecting your son from a monster." "Mobster." Nathanial said, attempting to correct me. "Well, that too, Nate. Lulu, does anyone know, ANYONE, that you came here?" "No sir, I made sure of it, both times. I watch crime pictures and read all mystery books, I've actually been planning this for 6 months. I didn't have no tail." Moxie. That's what that is. This ain't your cheap gin joint gangsters mole. I swear if she had the ass of a ten year old boy I'd slap it. I gave her a head nod instead. Nate walked off to check on Marlowe, his mother took a step towards me. I spoke first in a hushed tone as I caught Nate tap the toe of his left shoe on the floor, I wondered if he was wiggling his toes in an effort to unstick his sock from his toes. The bank is always open. "You carry heat? That purse a little heavy?" She didn't answer. What she did do was open the clasp of her handbag. She tilted it towards me and I peeked inside. "Is that gold?" "Plated. Tommy showed me how to use it. Eight shot." At the word 'shot' my desk telephone rang. Our heads rocketed up together, all three of us. In unison we turned to look at the ringing phone. Even Marlowe jumped straight up and back into his tank with a plop. I said I don't lie to kids, all others are fair game suckers. "No. This is not normal. If that's what you are thinking." I was looking into Nate's wide eyes when I said it but all of us knew that's exactly what we were thinking. Drawing confident steps, I walked over and snatched the black Bakelite telephone horn off the cradle. Like magic the ringing stopped. I got poked in the side of my head with a bright red pitchfork while hearing "This is that motherfucker! You know that, right?" I turned my head and saw Mr. Devil horned penis now using his pitchfork to stab the air like he was fighting off a mob of unhappy hell dwellers. The sudden movement made his foreskin flop back and forth comically. "Fresh sheets on his hell bed when he gets here, already got it planned", smiling devil dick said, flipping me dual thumbs up with floating hands. That made ME smile. "God loves everyone" rang into my right ear. "But God does not forget. Also, it's His party, his House. He gets to choose who He let's in. It goes with being God. He's very firm on this. To be clear, He's unlikely to change His position on this matter. Tommy `Guano' no bueno." Spanish. Makes sense, angels have to be multi-lingual. I saw that the angel penis was wearing a different hat, form unfamiliar. They must have one hell of a millinery shop in Heaven. This one covered less of the angels foreskin and contrasted the heavenly cocks' shade quite nicely. The tassel was a nice touch. The words 'Mr. Bollocks' snapped me back to reality like a wet towel snap on a 15 year old friends ass who didn't talk to you for four days after either. "Mr. Bollocks. You know who I am." It wasn't a question or the tone of a man who cared what you think. "A little birdie told me that you have my little birdie. I've got 3 guys coming to you, I'm telling you this out of respect. Are you ready for this? Coming to 8710 Sixth and Tenth to pick up what's mine. Self preservation dictates you leave my property in your office and you leave the city forever. You are NOT ready for this. You are welcome for your life." I didn't get a chance to thank him, the line went dead but it pays to pay attention. Mind racing, heart catching up, I was thinking as fast as I could. Came up with, "We need to go. Lulu, plan has changed, just a bit. He sent goons. BUT unless he misspoke he's going to Sixth Street and Tenth Ave." Measured, calm. I think it came across to them. Two humans I now felt a bond with. Two humans I needed to protect. Lulu's voice rang sweeter than the telephones, "We're at Tenth Street, not sixth. He's never been good with numbers, he's got people for that." I walked over to Nate and put a hand on his shoulder, he didn't have any penises on his, which honestly with the day I'm having, was a relief. My brain changed the subject. "We're going to a safe house run by someone I grew up with. Out of the city but not far. It's a `dead pidgin', Lulu, you know what that means?" "No telephone, no prior contact before arrival but always open." "Nate, you're mother's pretty smart, you know that right?" I squeezed his shoulder gently. I felt the hardness of his shoulder joint but stopped short of caressing. "Yes sir, that's where I get it too." Anticipating our immediate evacuation, Nate retrieved his hat and vest from the coat rack. Walking towards his mother and I, he passed Marlowe's bowl, trailing his arm behind as his fingers rubbed across the front of the bowl. His left shoe again started moving, this time he was rocking the shoe leather of his sole side to side, giving his ankle joints a work out. Barely audible clicks of the wooden heel of his shoe as he shuffled it back and forth. Once again I wondered if the quarter ounce heavier sock was bothering him, itching perhaps? He hadn't had a Almond Joy for an hour, maybe he was going through sugar withdrawal. "Lulu, if you have anything in your auto that you need? We're taking my car, your's is too known." "I have a suitcase with some of our clothes, some cash, Nate's remedies. It's a Woody, parked across from The Strand." "Nate, you ready? We're going out the fire escape. You go with your mom to her car and I'll pick you up with mine." I looked at Lulu and she nodded. With more time on our side it really wasn't necessary but I haven't met a kid yet that didn't love fire escapes and Lulu Luscious was game as they come. "Fire ex-cape Ma, this is like in that George Raft picture!!" Some words sound like a song when spoken by a boy. "I'm out of Almond Joys, can we stop and get some?" "It's late Nate, but we can try to find an open grocer. We'll need food and drink for the night anyway. Actually, Stan's will be open, it's on the way. Can you grab the satchel that is in the bottom drawer of my desk?" I walked over to Marlowe and picked up his tank. I grabbed the jar of his breakfast, lunch and supper as well. Left them in the hall outside my door. I didn't think fish travel well and didn't want him to starve to death watching cycles of sunlight and neon. Nate didn't answer but he put the bag by the window and stood by it all the same. I tugged the chain of my desk lamp and the rooms sole light was shining through my window now, white luminescence from The Strand's marquee. I took a precautionary 180 glance as I opened the wooden frame. It stuck about a 1/3 up, had to force it the rest of the way. Holding Nate's waist he lifted his right leg over the sill. The fabric of his vest felt like silk. It probably WAS silk. He did not have long legs, that would account for his shorter stature. I thought I heard him grimace. The aspirin is wearing off was my guess. Come to think of it, that was the first sign of discomfort I've seen in him since he arrived. Tough kid. "Soft feet", one of the angels voices said. Sometimes the universe gives back a little to balance the scales a bit. Just as both of Nate's shoes hit the perforated iron of the fire escape, the theaters marquee went dark. It IS a wonderful life, sometimes. The sudden darkness gave us unexpected cover. The neon had gone dark, unnoticed some time ago. Spaced street lamps cast circles of light on the sidewalk and street before being canceled out by shadow only to be repeated, down the street as far as you could see. I love New York. The wailing sound of a cops siren pierced the air. I hate New York. I helped Lulu out the window but not before Nate was already a floor below. Twelve nimble arms and legs made short work of the fire escape's blackened iron frame, feet barely hitting steps. Snaking our way downward through the web of metal we made it to the street. Nate was waiting for us old folks. Without a word they went left and I went right. I jogged around the corner and picked up my `36 Hudson Terraplane four door sedan, a very kind gift from a very appreciative client. The motor purred to life and I met the pair of them by the side of her Woodie. She carried a suitcase in one hand and the hand of her child in the other. Nate was holding a small white bag from Star Drug and Sundries. Their logo was very distinctive, a cartoon thermometer stuffed half way in the mouth of a boy's cartoon mouth and, bright red nose and obviously sick. I kinda fell in love with that logo. "Hop in, once we're over the bridge it will be about 40 minutes before we get to the safe house." "No, let me drive," Lulu said. I didn't argue. I whispered her the address and we swapped places. I joined Nate in the bountiful back seat. Lulu negotiated two lefts and a right and had the needle of the speedometer pushing 50 in 60 seconds. I love my car. The red low gas light came on. I hate my car. Lulu caught my eyes in the rear view mirror, "Nate needs his medicine, it can't wait until we get to the safe house. He has a sodapop with his remedies in the bag. Can you give him the aspirin and rub the Sloan's Liniment Muscle stuff on his privates, he had the doctor do it last time but doesn't want me to do it. He thinks I'll enjoy it. You know you are being silly." "You will, you like penises." With two fingers and a thumb, Nate deftly unbuttoned himself and shuffled in his seat struggling to get his pants down, lifting his whole butt off the tan corduroy seat fabric. I know I would like to rub him in ways I've never known but the current circumstances eliminated any erotic benefit to a decent man. "Nate!" It sounded like she was laugh/saying his name. "Not your's, it doesn't work like that young man." Decent woman. "I don't trust you to do it. Mr. Bollock's seats would be covered in cream and that stuff stains easily. In harmony, I heard both Devil penises say, "Don't say anything. You know WHAT you want to say but do not say it." I didn't look at them this time. I also didn't say it. But if one can laugh internally my spleen was having a fit while my kidneys were bent over in hysterics. Nehi cola was already chugging into Nate's lips when I looked over at him. Attempting to stifle a smile from his mothers retort, a dribble escaped the seal at his lips, running a jagged line down the corner of his mouth. Sloan's Liniment Muscle Reliever spilled out of the upturned bag along with the Bayer Aspirin and bottle of saltpeter pills Nate was shaking the bag empty with his non sodapop chugging hand. He wiped his mouth with the crumpled up bag and tossed it in the foot well at his feet. "Give him six. The saltpeter can wait. I'm not sure it works anyway." Lulu said as we got to the gaping maw of the Manhattan bridge. I unscrewed the glass bottle and poured exactly six in the cupped fingers of his palm. He dutifully downed the medicine with a swigandgulp and passed me the half full bottle. I licked the glass lip with my tongue, running around the rim, it's bumpy nerve endings circling the groove of the glass where the cap sits secured. Then I drank it dry. I saw Nate watch this out of the corner of my eye. I missed the trip over the water, we were on the other side and passing concrete and brick on either side when I said, "I could put the cream over your boxer shorts...", a high-waisted boxer short with another button fastening the...well, pee slit. "But it would be much more effective on the actual injury." "Don't give Rusty any guff young man." `Guff'? Nate could fill my world up with guff and I'd ask for more. "Cup of Guff", good chapter title for a story yet un-writ. Nate raised his buttocks once more and....two more turns of the auto's steering wheel and a hard brake find the tires screeching to a stop. Nate saves himself from sliding into the footwell by raising and outstretching both his legs. Lulu is parked in front of an all night coffee cafe with assorted snacks for the late night denizens, whose skin seemed to always be a gentler shade of pale than those that roamed in the daylight. Rare foot traffic passes by on the concrete but that's okie-doke for the few customers that slide in and out every night, like owls in the holes of dead trees. Anywhere shadows gather. "Anything specific? Call it out now, I'm in and out. Nate, behave, Rusty, thank you. Lulu stared first at her son's eyes then mine. This woman was all filled up with love, a single drop of it fell down her rouged cheek. "Almond JoyComicBookNehi-Cola. And Stanwich please." A red neon sign advertising Stan's Hot Ham Stanwiches flashed through the window. It worked. "Four total, one for the caretaker, I'll take a soda too. Chips." The last thing Lulu heard before she disappeared into the cafe was, "I love you mom." I believed it too. I don't know where it came from, I hardly know the origin of the randomness of some of my thoughts but Nate said, "You know the problem with movie pictures is they aren't very real." With that Nate pulled his dungarees down, exposing his bruised genitals. I blew into my hands to warm them before opening the tube of Sloan's and squirting an ample amount into one of my cupped palms. In the shadows of the backseat, my hand reached out and knowing my own anatomy, I aimed for somewhere in the middle of the boy. Down...there. I still didn't want to look but if my hands had eyes they had front row seats to the best ball game in town. Nate's reflexes brought his butt up momentarily as the lotion found nooks of crannies and the crannies of nooks, I felt a testicle move inside his tight scrotum as if pulled like a balloon. My hand moved upward as I spread the cream up and over his limp penis, then over the fatty tissue of his mons pubis. Gentle pressure, don't hurt the boy. Hurt yourself later with this memory. A wounded boy that needs your help right now, your assis...a boy that is now grabbing the fly of your gabardine trousers. A boy that has wrestled my erect penis from the tangle of my underdrawers. Like a rabbit out of a magic hat. Holy shit it IS a rabbit. The scant real estate of his pubic region was quickly and adequately protected by the medicinal ointment and I did not linger on the boy, he clearly had a plan for the moonlight I was unaware of. My greased hand lay limp over both his naked thighs. Wordlessly he mounted the glans of my penis with a downward grasp, instead grabbing it like a baseball bat, Nate had it by the tip, his fingers snaking up and down I was taking a two inch ride inside the fleshly barred prison of his fingers. My tender glans bumped against his palm at every nadir, I could actually feel the callus near his pinkie finger on his down stroke. Nate grabbed my still cream slicked hand, wrapped it around my penis and stroked it two times. Satisfied he tossed my hand away like a used rag and regained the same grip. Like a piston inside his cylinder walls, lubricated now, Nate rubbed me to completion that way. My solarplexis tightened, I felt small fingers spread, then close over an erupting glans and urethra, like an umbrella, open and closed. Unseen by me, pulse of sticky thickness after opalescent pulse coated Nate's palm. `It must have been running down every finger,' I thought. No calling out a boys name, no grunting. Silent sex can be very...well, sexy. "It's running down every finger, even my thumb," Nate thought as he dismounted his hand from Rusty's still pulsing but spent member. In a seamless move, seen only in professionals or the naturally gifted, Nate grabbed his flaccid penis and rubbed my emission, briefly mimicking his stroking technique all over his own still and sleeping genitals before pulling up his drawers and wiping his hand off on a pleat of his pants. I caught a flash of his slick nethers, islands of white semen floating and clinging to his hairless flesh, before he was fully dressed again. Nate's right, this doesn't happen in the flickers. Lulu closing the car door and keying the engine on surprised me more than it should have. But then again, I was just given a hand job by a boy, and still on the outskirts of an afterglow. The sound of rustling bags hit the passenger side of the front seat as Lulu unburdened her haul. "Okay gentlemen, let's get to the safe house, get some food in us, and some sleep. Nate, remind me to dose you again with the saltpeter. Are your... giving you a bother?" "No mother, just numb still and sticky now of course." Nate was looking right at me, right in the eyes and every word seemed to have a period behind it as he said it. "Nate's genitals were no bother Miss Lulu." That's not stupid enough my brain said, "I'm sure he'll have a fine penis." Well, sometimes you just say stupid shit and people still laugh. Continued in chapter 3 Between A Rock And Soft Feet will be told in 4 chapters. (another `boy in time' series is already in the works)