Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 15:41:30 -0700 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brother Nick, Chapter 01 (Gay Adult/Youth) Reader Warning; This story contains sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... boatsonbill@gmail.com Brother Nick, Chapter 1 Here I was, back in the town where I grew up, I'm 26 years old, having been on river boats in the south of Vietnam for the better part of a year. I got hit and spent 6 months in a military hospital in Japan, then 10 months in the state side VA rehab center. After being discharge; my enlistment was up and I didn't want to reenlist, so I was sent to what they call, my home of record, (the place I originally enlisted at) where I would start to build my life again. None of my family lived in the area anymore, I haven't had a letter from any of them in the last three years, and didn't even know where they moved to, no one from my old high school knew anything about what I had been doing for the past 6 years, and that was fine with me. At least no one seemed to remember that I was the token gay boy in our little high school so it seemed I could start fresh. Remembering back I could see my uncle who lived in our basement from the time I was maybe 6, babysat me usually upstairs, I never went to his appartment till I was just over 12 years old. A month or so past my 12th birthday my folks were gone on a trip so I desided to sleep at uncles place. I liked it down there because I diden't have to wear cloths unless I wanted to. Uncles Man toy was kind of average in size he told me and skinny too. One night we were watching some TV when I jumped on to his lap, I was always a horny little bugger so I kept moving rubbing my cute little ass, he called it, over his engeorged man toy. After a while he said look Patrick do you want a big thrill? Of course I said yes so uncle lifted me up, then set me back down directly on his man toy, I figured out what he was trying to do, like on his vidios so I grabbed his man toy and directed it into my boy pussy he called my cute ass. It slid home all the way with no pain at all and I loved the feeling. From that night on we played that game like every other night as long as my parents were gone, and they were gone a lot. Uncle taught me lots of things like sucking, and masterbating. Uncle moved when I was almost 13 and I was so sad so I found other boys my age to play with. Back in the present; after being turned down, trying to get work at two large local companies, I got smart and quit telling prospective employers that I was a combat wounded Vietnam Vet, it seems that being a Vet was a black mark agent me these days for most companies, so I took that off my resume. I managed to get hired in a minimum wage job, so, I was now working my first civilian job since high school. The company used huge silk screen presses to make the art designs on everything from industrial Items, fabric prints, ski and snowboard tops on the big presses to t-shirts and stuff on the smaller press. I work with Jane who had been there for years, she ran one of the specialized large presses. My job was to keep the large silk screens clean, after she was finished using them, I was using a nasty combination of solvents to wash the different inks off, so they could be used again. Not the greatest job, but I'd done far worse in the past 6 years. After a couple of weeks, I settled into the routine and some of the other workers started to accept me, I found out that the health club across the street would give anyone who worked at the plant a monthly cut rate to join their club, so of course I did, and I really enjoyed swimming laps in the pool and relaxng in the steam room, after 8 hrs. of working with solvents. One Friday, when I was close to finishing with my laps in the pool, I overheard a person, who I later found out was the Owner/manager saying, "we may have to close the pool down if we can't find someone competent to clean and take care of it." I thought about it for a minute, while I swam then climbed out of the pool, walked over to them and said sorry for eavesdropping but I would love to keep the pool maintained and I have several years of experience taking care of a private pool that Fergie B. had, not far from here, when I was in high school. Well, everyone in town knew who Fergie B. was, so they asked me to come by the office upstairs once I was finished swimming. 20 minutes later I was in the office, I apologized for not being dressed for an interview, the owner said don't worry about that, at least I know you use the facilities. When I told them, I was a combat wounded vet that sealed the deal with Burnie. I like hiring vets he said with a big grin, when I was young, everyone was a vet from WW2 or Korea, I don't understand most young people these days, but I do know a Vet can be trusted to do a job right. I asked how long this club has been here, remembering a gas station that was here before I graduated from school. Your correct, my dad owned the gas station, but when he left the area, he just walked away from that, leaving it to me, I tried to make a go of the gas ststion but on this island gas was realy expensive to truck on to the island as the state ferry boat was the only way to get on and off the island and at the time only two runs a month were able to carry hazerdis cargo late in the evening or early morning, and most truckers refused to drive a tanker truck on to a state ferry boat. So I tried to keep the gas station going for almost two years I gave up then I spent every cent I had making it into a health club then almost three years ago we had the pool facility built, all state of the art at the time. As long as you keep it up, clean and catch any problems before they become major problems, I can see 20 Pluss years before we will need any major reworks, I said. That's the attitude Patrick, then after 40 minutes of talking, I was hired to work from closing till I finished, keeping the pool and facility cleaned, at damn near three times the wage I am making at the plant. The club is open till 10pm every night during the week and till 11pm on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday it's open from 10am to 10pm. This would work out great because I got off work at the Silkscreen plant at 4pm. When I asked the owner, Uncle Burnie; it's what everyone called him, if he knew of a place in town that I could rent to park an old Rv, he said I could use the hook-ups behind the club that the past manager had put in for his RV, for nothing, so I had a new job, and a place to set up my Old Rv with full hook-ups and everything. That was such a relief because I was having to move it from parking lot to parking lot around town every couple of days. Later that evening I rode my bicycle down the road a mile of so and moved my Rv to the spot behind the health club pool, Uncle Bernie said I could use the old metal shed next to the pad to put my extra stuff that had been piled up in the back room and I started to settled in. I parked my Rv 2 feet into the cement pad that was there then I moved some 2-foot squared cement pads to the other side, jacked my Rv to level then rolled out the new sun cover awning I had purchased a month a go and it covered the remainder of the 10-foot cement pad I left so I now had a nice dry front porch. The main door was facing away from the pools back entrance, a good 30 feet from the building. The door to the back bedroom was on that side too so I was set. I set up an old Hi-way construction barrier in front of my Rv, filled it part way with water for ballest, so no one would be tempted to park under my awning, you never know. At 10pm the next night I met with Uncle Burnie who started showing me what my new Job entailed, and It was going to be a breeze, most of the chores were no big deal, just basic janitorial work, so after only one nights training, which cleaner to use where and such, I took notes in my little green notebook then made a list of all the supplies and posted it by the supply room to keep track of what we might need to replace or restock, the office had a laminating machine so I used that to make that check off list permanent once I was satisfied with the format. Now I was settled in to my second Job, living within walking distance of both. After four months of hard work, I was finally beginning to feel like I was part of the community again. The club had a contract with a company in the big city to do any mechanical maintenance to the pool and its systems and was scheduled to have a technician in house checking the pumps, filters and associated equipment at the end of the week, so I took that Friday off from the plant so I could be trained in the actual maintenance process from a professional. He gave me a manual with all the specs and equipment details so if I needed to call for repairs, I would know better what was wrong so he could bring replacement parts seeing as we were on the Island and that ferryboat ride took forever. Uncle Burnie was so pleased that I took the day off from the plant to meet with the pool tech, that he gave me a full day's wages for the 5 hours I trained, then took me to dinner in town. During dinner he asked me if I would mind having the security lines run to my Rv. The alarm would go off and all I had to do was call the local police. So, I could be the night watchman too, his insurance men suggested that as long as I was going to live there. Oh, and that's another couple of bucks an hour added to your pay, but I don't expect you to sit at home all the time waiting for the alarm to go off, but having the alarm system and you living on property cut my overall insurance bill by hundreds a month. A week later, Monday at the plant, Jane mentioned her 12-year-old Grandson Nickie, for the first time, who was being home schooled by her husband Joe, a retired teacher, for the last year and a half. She complained that Nickie had no friends and spent most of his time at home, alone. I thought, that will happen to home schooled kids, then she told me that he was bullied badly at the local school and no one in the school office would do anything about it. They decided that home schooling was the only fix. When I asked what he was being bullied about she stopped talking and turned a light shade of pink, then she opened up spilling out the story she had told no one for years. She said her grandson Nickie had been abused by his parents, mentally and physically beaten, and was kind of a frail little boy, small for his age, the state had taken him away from their daughter, and eventually giving her and Joe full custody. She told me that he was so shy around strangers and other adults he would start shaking when a new adult came into his life. She suddenly became quiet again then, told me she had never told anyone her grandsons' story, but she felt I would understand. During the next couple of weeks Jane discovered that I was a good listener, so she kept telling me about herself and her family. It seems that her daughter had been in a punk-rock band and one of the boys in the band had gotten her pregnant, then when Nickie was 5 she moved in with one of the other boys in some other band and that's when June and Joe noticed the boy had lots of bruises. When Nickie was rushed to the hospital with a severe concussion, the state finally took him and placed him with his grandparents on a temporary order. It took nearly two years for the state to award them full custody of their grandson, and that was 6 years ago. Their daughter was still in the area but hadn't visited Nickie, during the last 5 years. One Friday afternoon after work, I was in the pool swimming laps when I saw Jane and a young dirty brown-haired boy who I assumed was her Nickie, discussing why they had to leave and go shopping. I had seen the boy swimming laps several times in the past weeks, and he was a pretty good swimmer, but he was usually by himself from what I could tell, he never had friends at the pool. That was odd because he was a looker, he should have girls following him all the time, then I thought , or maybe he was looking for some boys to be his friend, maybe he was gay, one could only hope. The boy was trying to persuade her to leave him at the club, but she was determined to have him go with her on one of those dreaded Grandma shopping trips. I swam up to them at the deep end of the pool interrupting their conversation saying, Hi Jane, sorry for butting in, but he can hang out with me while you go shopping if it's OK with you. I plan on being here for another couple of hours anyway. They both looked a little shocked at my suggestion, her grandson looked at me as I pulled myself from the pool, walking over to them introducing myself. The boy looked like he was going to hide behind his gram, even though he was almost as tall as her, then he looked at me again with a kind of glint in his eye, perked up and started begging his gram to let him stay. Oh, come on Gram, let him stay I said and to my surprise she said Well OK if he wants too. This is the man that I work with at the screening plant, he just came home from the war. The boy looked a bit shy as he checked me out, stopping his gaze at the man toy bulge in the light-yellow Sporty swimsuit, I was wearing. He smiled at me as I noticed a small movement in the front of his California surfer suite, he looked me in the eye saying Yah, I've seen him around here swimming before and sure it would be OK to hang out with..., Pat, I said, Patrick Barker. Well, OK that settles it, I'll be back in two hours, Thanks Patrick, then she turned to leave telling Nickie to mind his manners and he knew the rules about the club, listen to Pat, he's in charge now. Nickie looked to be maybe 12 or so, around 90 to 100 pounds or a bit more, a little over 5' tall, skinny, but starting to fill out, his shoulders were starting to have that swimmer look and he had on one of those surfer's shorts, down to the knees suits, kind of a light floral print, most of the boys wore these days. As soon as his gram left, his expression changed suddenly giving me a kind of sly impish grin, looking me in the eyes he asked if we could go to the steam room which I said of course. When we were seated, he looked a little uneasy, so I said with a grin, hay I don't bite, too much, you know. One of the first things out of his mouth was, how come a lot of people call Army people baby killers when they come back from the war? Where did you hear that I asked? On TV, the news Gram and Gramps watch every night, some hippies, or collage people marching out side the airport with signs saying something about baby killers. Well, the war over there is very unpopular with a lot of people, and lots of civilians get killed when solders are fighting, I guess the army gets blamed for a lot of things over there. Oh, that's kind of what Gramps said, he gets pissed when he sees them people on TV. Then he set back looked around the room and kind of chuckled saying, I'm not worried about you picking on me, but Gram; well, she won't let me use the steam room, she says it's too hot for someone my age, but I always wanted to see what's in here, he said with that little grin on his face again. Cool I said now I'm in trouble if she finds out; I guess we just won't tell her I said. He smiled asking what kind of suit is that I was wearing. It's a racing suit, called a sporty, its new from France I think, it helps me slip though the water with no drag I said, unlike that parashot thing you're wearing. Yah my gram, gets me all my cloths he said. Those Sure looks comfortable he said. It's almost like not wearing anything I said. Nice, Nickie said, turning just a bit red, as he reached down to adjust the rising tent in his flower print surfer shorts, my gram would never let me wear anything that small in public, but I think my gramps use to ware them. Too bad I said, you'd look good in one, and by he way you have cute dimples when you smile, a good look for a boy your age. His eye brightened as he said really, you think so. The boy started to chuckle to himself, softly said he likes my smile. So, what's so funny now I asked? I was just thinking Gram told me to do whatever you said to do cause you're the boss, and I just imagined you told me to strip down and swim the rest of the night naked, I always wanted to do that in this pool for some reason. So, would you do it if I told you too? I asked him with a sly smile on my face trying to match his grin. Probably not, I'd be too embarrassed in public He said. To bad, I said, skinny dipping is really fun and feels really free, besides you have a cute butt from what I can see. What if no one was here just you and me? Damn right I would, I love to swim naked. In the lake out front of my place, I don't get many chances to do that, every once in a while, I get to be naked after dark when Gram is off doing stuff with her friends, gramps comes out on the dock so I'm not alone. I smiled, my eyes saying yes, I didn't tell him that I thought all boys should be required to wear tight Lycra Speedos or better yet Sporty suits, while swimming, or playing on the beach, actually they should all swim and play on the beach naked. Tell you what, if I can, I'll see if I can convince your gram to let you get a speedo. That would be cool he said thanks, you'll have a better chance convincing my Gramps. Doesn't it bug you when everyone can see the outline of your thing when it's wet? No, it's no big deal, unless you get a hardon, like you have now, Oh shit he wispered, quickly puting is hands over his bulge as he turned a nice shade of pink, besides most people like to look, and lots of people sit in these steam rooms late at night naked, it's a lot more comfortable. I saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes as he reached to adjust his boy toy again, then said this would be a great place to have sex in after everyone leaves for the night. What do you know about sex, I asked. Seeing the full on erection grow between his legs, and it looked like a big one for a boy his age, maybe 5 inches. Lots Nickie said. So, tell me I said, it's just us sitting here. Young Nickie took a deep breath and said; well sex is when your prick gets all hard and you put it in a girls front hole then make some sperm and shoot it into her than have a baby. After a while the daddy gets to shouting at the mother all the time then just leaves and never comes back. Then the mother gets lots of boy friends trying to have another baby but it never works, except a couple of them baby sit the kid and play with the boy's private parts. The boy likes what they are doing so they keep playing with him till one day after the boy was a little older, the boyfriend talks him into letting the man push his big prick into the boy's butt hole. That hurt to start with but not much. The mother catches her boy friend massing with her son and calls the police, then lots of big people tell the boy what he will do from then on. Woah, Woah, that's enough information, you had a bad experience with sex but there are a lot of really cool things you can do that really feels good and is even fun. Yah, but most sex is fun, not having babies. When the men played with your boy toy did you like what they were doing? Well sure, wait a sec who said it was me I was talking about? Because your boy toy got bigger the more you talked and come on, I'm not a dummy, that was your story right. What the hell is a boy toy. That's the one thing all males play with as much as they can, and whenever they can, it's like the thing between your legs has a mind of its own and it loves to be touched and played with. So, I know Gramps plays with his in the hot tub, do you play with yours? Of course all men and boys play with their boy toys, when ever they can, and some of us love to play with other boy or man toys too. Cool, Gramps plays with mine some times in the hot tub, even once in the shower, and I get to suck on his man toy sometimes, but I use a rubber dick instead of him using his prick... man toy, I meen, in my hole. T.M.I. young Nickie T.M.I. What the heck does TMI mean? T.M.I. is "To Much Information".