Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2010 23:16:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: Nick's Dragons - 16 (Revised) Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between a teenage boy and an adult. That means no real boy was involved. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If you believe that this story might offend you please go to another site. You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Nick's Dragons - 16 The boy's eyes snapped open. His fine tuned senses had alerted him to something. Danger was never far away. The boy listened for any sound that might precede an attack. He heard the rustle of leaves as a gust of wind blew through the trees but there were no cracking branches or thundering bellows. Yet even so, the boy knew the dragon was near. He knew it as surely as he knew his own name. "I should wake Sir Daniel," the boy thought as he lay tense and ready to flee. "But not yet," he thought as he searched the tent with his eyes. The knight lay inches away, his breathing even and rhythmic. As his page, Nicholas had taken his place on the floor, close at hand should he be needed. Scanning the tent once again, Nicholas quietly slipped out from under his worn blanket and crawled on his hands and knees to where he had placed Sir Daniel's sword. Ever so quietly he pulled the blade from its scabbard. After the numerous battles of late, the boy found himself more confident, braver if you will. He would face the danger alone if need be. The page stood up, and holding the sword in front of him, slowly moved through the flaps of the tent. "You won't frighten the villagers again!" The boy called out as he stepped into the darkness. He would take the dragon on. He would see this through to the end! * * * * The social worker called and had then visited two days later. Nick's mom was nearing the end of her stay at the treatment facility. "The hardest part is yet to come," the woman explained. Nick was in the living room with his foster mom. "Your mother will have to invite you and anyone else she thinks should be present, to a meeting where she will tell you things that she's going to find very hard." "What kind of things?" Nick asked softly. "Well, first, that she's an alcoholic." "What else?" Nick whispered. "She's going to have to talk about what she's learned about herself. Admit to those things that she knows that she's done wrong and ask you to forgive her." "All that?" "Yes. All that, and perhaps more. It's the first step toward building a new life," the worker explained. "I'm afraid to see her again," Nick said quietly, a tear rolling down his cheek. Mrs. Carson pulled him close and gave him a tender hug. "You're very brave," she whispered to him, "I've seen you do so many things already. I know you can do it." Nick looked at the social worker. "What happens after the meeting?" "You can stay with her for a little while. Then she has about a week more of therapy. I think she will be offered a half way house placement. If she agrees to go there, she would get a chance to try and live sober for a while with the help of others that are also recovering." "Will I be able to see her there?" "Yes, some supervised visits at first, then, well, we'll see." Nick felt himself reaching for courage from some place deep down inside. But he was still worried. "Can Daniel come with me?" "Not for the first few visits. But perhaps later, this isn't about Daniel." "I have to do it on my own?" "Yes. Sometimes that's just the way life is," the social worker said gently. Nick wiped his eyes. He was concerned, but also determined. "Okay, I'll do it!" he said softly. * * * * Nick talked things over with Alex, telling him what the social worker had said. Nick thought it helped to have someone his age that could listen and offer advice. Of course he also called and spoke to Daniel. Between the two conversations, Nick began to feel more settled about meeting with his mom. * * * * The social worker drove Nick to the treatment facility. It was quiet in the car, no small talk, no laughing or joking. Nick stared out the window, deep in thought. He was glad he had turned down the offer of lunch. He didn't think that his stomach would have let it stay there for long. "That's the last thing I need," he thought, "to puke in front of my mom." The Behavioral Health wing of the hospital had a floor for patients with mental illnesses, a separate floor for patients with chemical addictions, and a section for adolescents. Nick was surprised to learn there were kids as young as thirteen that already had trouble with drugs, alcohol, or both. The halls were spotless and the corridors brightly painted. The recreation room had a television, pool table, books, and a space with a large jigsaw puzzle. A picture window allowed a view of the tree lined courtyard. "Hello, you must be Nick," a pleasant woman greeted them as Nick and the social worker came to a classroom. "I'm Janice." "Hi," Nick said softly, looking around the room. "Where's my mom?" "She'll be here in a few minutes." Janice motioned him to a seat. "Let me fill you in." Five minutes later Nick knew the whole story. He learned how the treatment program worked. The things his mom had experienced, the program she was working on, and most of all what he was doing there. "As hard as it will be," Janice said, looking straight at Nick, "you mustn't say a word until your mom has finished saying what she needs to say." "Why?" Nick whispered. "This is going to be very hard for your mom. She's going to have to admit she has a problem. She's going to be very embarrassed and sorry for what she's done. She needs to have you listen. So we can't have any arguments or things like that." Nick nodded. "I get it," he said firmly, and squared his shoulders. "After she finishes, you'll get a chance to say whatever you need to say." Nick bit his lower lip, "Anything?" Janice stared at him, "Anything!" Nick looked at her. "She treated me so bad," he trembled. "I know," Janice reached for Nick's hand. "She's very sorry. Will you let her try and make it better?" Nick sobbed softly and the tears poured down. All he could do was nod once. * * * * Nick was on the sofa in the Carson's family room, his head buried in the cushions. Alex walked in and sat on the floor next to him. "How did it go with your mom?" Alex whispered, rubbing Nick's back to comfort him. "Nick sobbed quietly. "You can tell me," Alex whispered, "you know I can keep secrets." Nick cried a few minutes longer and then slowly composed himself. He turned around and looked at Alex. "I don't think I can talk about it," Nick sniffed and sat up and pulled his legs to his chest so he was sitting in a tight ball. "That's okay." Nick and Alex stared at one another for a minute or so. "You know, you look like shit!" Alex said tenderly. "Do not," Nick sniffed, managing a partial smile. "Red eyes, tears down your face, snot all over the place?" Nick gave a tiny laugh, "Snot?" Alex laughed, "Yeah, but on you it looks good." Nick laughed. "Come on, grab your skateboard. I feel like kicking your ass." Alex smiled. Nick pulled up the bottom of his T-shirt and then wiped and blew his nose. "Sure, take advantage of a guy when he's down!" He sniffed again. Alex stood and playfully flipped Nick his middle finger, "Fuck you!" Nick grinned. * * * * Daniel grew more anxious as afternoon turned into evening. He knew Nick was meeting with his mom, and assumed Nick would call him the moment it was over. "What the fuck's wrong?" Daniel muttered as he turned the TV on, turned it off, and paced around his apartment. He finally decided to take a walk. "I need to burn off some energy," he thought. It was past ten when the phone finally rang. "Nick? Why didn't you call, man? I've been so worried!" "Sorry," Nick whispered. "I needed some time." Daniel realized how he must have sounded. "Sorry, Nick," he whispered back, "It's just that I love you so much. I couldn't stand not knowing how things went with your mom." There was silence at the other end of the phone, then a choked sob. "She got some letters from Ronnie," Nick cried, "and she hid them!" Daniel heard the tortured and pain-filled sobs. "Why did she do that?" Nick cried. "I don't know, Nick," Daniel whispered, tears starting to roll down his face. "Let me come get you." "You can't," Nick cried in frustration, "they can't find out about us." His sobs grew more intense. "She knows how much I love Ronnie! He's my brother. God damn it, she had no right!" Daniel was becoming almost as angry as Nick. "No, it's not right! But she's been sick. I can't believe she really wanted to hurt you. Maybe she was just afraid you'd leave, too." Nick cried a while longer as Daniel continued to do what he could to comfort him, but nothing seemed to work. "Daniel, I need you to help me find Ronnie," Nick finally managed between sobs. "I'll do whatever you want," Daniel choked back another flood of tears. Nick and Daniel talked long into the night. * * * * Nick paused as Alex got out of the car and said good-bye to his mom. Mrs. Carson had wished them both `good luck' and had pulled away. "First day of high school," Nick said with a sigh. He looked up the sidewalk to the double doors and the crowd of kids pushing their way inside. "Piece of cake," Alex said with a confident smile. Nick looked at him, "Are you really that relaxed?" Alex laughed softly, "Cool on the outside, and scared shitless on the inside!" Nick pulled the straps of his pack a bit tighter, hiking it up higher on his back. "Well, it's time I guess." Alex put his skateboard under his arm. "If we make it through lunch, I think we've got a good chance," he said with a worried look. * * * * As it turned out, the first day of school went very well. Nick was pleased to find he and Alex were assigned to the same homeroom, had several classes together and even were given the same lunch period. All in all, he didn't think it could have worked out much better. Mrs. Carson had reluctantly agreed to let Daniel pick the boys up after school, and that was only after Alex and Nick had both promised it would be a straight trip home. "We're both going to get grounded," Alex said with certainty as Daniel drove the boys from the high school toward Nick's mom's apartment. "She'll never know!" Nick reassured Alex. "If we take longer than fifteen minutes, she'll know," Alex said in the tone of one already condemned. "Quit worrying!" "I'm just saying!" Alex shrugged. Nick slammed the car door and ran up the stairs. "She told me right where she hid them," he explained as Alex hurried after him. Daniel drove the car around the block as Nick and Alex set out on their hunt. Nick unlocked the door and hurried inside. He ran to his mom's room and with Alex's help pushed the head of her bed away from the wall. He instantly saw the grate of the air vent. "Where's the screwdriver?" Alex reached into his pack and pulled it out. Nick took the tool and went to work. A couple of minutes later he had the grill off and reached inside. He easily found the stack of letters. "Are they there?" Alex asked as Nick moved his hand around in the vent. "Yeah," Nick whispered and pulled the small bundle from its hiding place. "Let's get going," Alex said when Nick paused to look at the envelopes. "He's still in California," Nick said softly. "And we're gonna be in deep shit if we don't get a move on!" Alex urged. Nick stood up and gave the letters one last glance before tucking them away. "Okay, let's go," he said calmly, a smile spreading across his face. * * * * From the letters, Nick learned that Ronnie had hitch hiked from Wisconsin to Minnesota, and then continued west until he reached the state of Washington. He had then headed south until he reached a small town in southern California. The letters told of hardships he had endured while traveling, not the least was hunger, lack of shelter, and worst of all companionship. He hinted that he had done things he didn't really want to do just to survive. "Nick, please don't ever run away from home," Ronnie wrote in one letter. "Stay in school and try and get a job there someplace! I don't want you to go through what I'm going through." The thing that had hurt Nick most of all was that the letters were all addressed to him and they had never been opened. During the therapy meeting, his mom admitted that when one would appear in the mail, she would just hide it away. Nick cried himself to sleep that night. The hurt was so deep, he didn't know if he could bare it. His own mom had kept his brother from him. When he woke early the next morning, Alex was curled up in a blanket on the floor next to his bed. "What are you doing here?" Nick asked softly as Alex stirred. "I didn't want you to be alone," Alex whispered. "I heard you crying for hours." Nick pulled the sheet back a little and motioned for Alex to come up onto the bed. Alex crawled in and the boys snuggled close. Nick's eyes watered. "We'll find him!" Alex promised. Nick nodded and melted into Alex's arms. * * * * One long week had gone by since the start of school. Alex had worked his magic on his mom once again and Nick was pleased that he had managed to get out of the house unsupervised for an entire Sunday afternoon. "I told mom we were going downtown to skate," Alex explained. "The buses only run every half hour on Sundays, so that buys a little more time." "Daniel is going to pick me up at the stop near the library," Nick smiled. Alex grinned. "You've got that look on your face!" "Shut up!" Nick giggled. "Are you going to be the cowboy or the pony?" Alex teased. "None of your business," Nick laughed. "Okay, meet me at the downtown terminal at four thirty." Nick nodded as the bus pulled up and they climbed on board. * * * * "What story did you use this time?" Daniel asked as Nick buckled up his seatbelt. "Alex and I are skateboarding," Nick smiled. Daniel laughed. "How long do we have?" "Until four thirty." "That should be long enough," Daniel winked. * * * * Nick leaned close and giggled. He whispered into Daniel's ear, "Will you open that damn door? If you don't hurry up, I'll bone you right here on the stairs." Daniel turned the key in the lock and looked over his shoulder, "A little anxious are we?" Nick reached down and grabbed Daniel's nuts and a bit of his cock. "Feels like you're a little anxious yourself!" Nick grinned. Daniel put his arms around Nick and gave him a soft kiss as he pushed the door open with his foot. He reached down and cupped an ass cheek in each hand. "Are you going to let me have a crack at your ass today?" he teased. "Maybe," Nick said with a mischievous look. Daniel pulled him closer and they rubbed crotches. "What about the neighbors?" Nick giggled, glancing at a nearby house. "Nope, I'm the only one that gets to screw this ass!" Daniel laughed. Nick gently pushed Daniel backwards into the kitchen, and then bumped the door closed with his rear. The boys kissed again, this time more deeply and with more passion. Nick broke the kiss and rested his head against Daniel's chest as Daniel rubbed his back. "It feels so good to have your arms around me again," Nick whispered. Daniel kissed him tenderly on the top of his head as he cuddled the boy he loved. Nick's hoody felt soft. His jeans on the other hand, felt a bit scratchy, they were new. "Feeling your ass makes me so hot," Daniel chuckled, rubbing his crotch against Nick one more time. "I'm so fucking hard you wouldn't believe it!" Nick looked up in a way that reminded Daniel of a kitten. He had a grin and a playfulness about him that was both childlike and sexy at the same time. "You have to lick it if you want to fuck it," Nick giggled, repeating a line they had both used at one time or another. Daniel smiled. "I hoped you'd say that!" * * * * As Daniel undressed, he watched Nick getting settled. He was on his back, his head resting on two pillows and he was already naked, hard, and leaking pre-cum. Nick stroked his dick a few times as Daniel pulled his shirt over his head and bared his chest. Daniel could feel Nick's eyes on him as he unzipped his jeans, pulled them open and then shoved them slowly to the floor. "Tighties!" Nick smiled, spotting his black jockey shorts. Daniel rubbed the front where the outline of his cock was the most distinct. "Like `em?" Nick giggled and nodded. Daniel crawled onto the bed on all fours and straddled Nick. They kissed and Nick wrapped his arms around Daniel's neck. They kissed again and Nick pulled Daniel down so that he was now lying on top of the teen. They continued to kiss and rub crotches for a while. Nick pulled back and stared into Daniel's eyes. "I think I want to kiss something else!" He smiled. Daniel pushed up and steadied himself on his knees. "Something like this?" Daniel grinned and let the head of his dick peek out. Nick reached for the jockey's and pulled them down further until all of Daniel's cock popped out. "Yeah, exactly like that!" Daniel stroked his dick a couple of times and scooted closer. Still on his knees, he reached for the headboard of the bed as Nick opened his mouth. "Okay, kiss it all you want!" Daniel chuckled. Daniel eased his dick forward. His cock slid into Nick's mouth with practiced ease. Daniel smiled as the teen went to work. Nick occasionally used his tongue on Daniel's sack and even sucked one of his nuts into his mouth for a moment. He seemed to be having a great time. Daniel thrust in and out a few times and Nick appeared to relax his throat so he could go deeper. "Feels nice," Daniel whispered as Nick slurped away. After a few minutes, Nick took a short break. "Do me," he grunted. Daniel nodded and turned around so he was facing Nick's feet. He lifted Nick's penis, bent down, and took him into his mouth. At the same time he spread his legs wide on either side of Nick's head and lowered his dick. Nick made sure the angle was right and swallowed him again. Both boys went at the task of licking and sucking one another, the grunts, groans, and wet slurping sounds evidence of their enthusiasm. Daniel finally lifted his mouth off Nick's dick. He turned around and lay next to Nick. They kissed. He ran his fingers through Nick's hair and held him close. "You know I love you, Right?" Nick nodded. Daniel kissed him again, "Just checking," he whispered. They continued to hold each other tenderly for several long minutes. "You can have me if you want," Nick whispered. Daniel looked into Nick's eyes, "Are you sure?" Nick nodded, "totally," he whispered. Daniel kissed the boy again. When he felt the time was right, he slowly got up from the bed and opened the drawer to the nightstand. He took out the lube and then leaned over to kiss Nick one more time. "Stand up," Daniel whispered. Nick smiled and crawled out of bed. Daniel turned him around so he was facing the center of the bed and kissed him lightly on the back of the neck. He put a hand on Nick's back and gently urged him to lean forward. Nick seemed to get the idea and bent over, putting his hands on the bed to steady himself. Daniel went to his knees. He softly rubbed Nick's butt cheeks and then pulled them apart. Daniel kissed one side, and then the other, using his tongue to explore the valley between the two. Nick pushed his ass back. The pink slit was still baby soft and smooth. "Yeah, lick my hole," Nick grunted when Daniel touched his wrinkled center. Daniel used his tongue to wash up and down the young boy's crack, making sure that both sides got even measure. Then he gave increased focus to Nick's opening. Soon Daniel was flicking the tip of his tongue against the edges, trying to spear the thing. "Stick it in," Nick whined as he spread his legs and bent his knees. Daniel determined not to disappoint him. He formed a firm point and pushed. Soon he was licking as much as he could reach. Nick grunted and seemed overwhelmed by the good feelings coming from his ass. When his tongue finally tired, Daniel stood up grabbed the tube of lube and snapped open the top. Nick watched as Daniel slicked up the head of his dick. He then slowly lubed the full length of the shaft. Daniel wiped his hands on a small towel. "Put some pillows under your middle," he suggested, stepping closer. With ever growing lust, Daniel watched Nick pull two pillows close, tuck them under his mid-section and hug them. Ass out and ready, he waited. Daniel probed for the right spot with his middle finger, pushed some lube around the edges, and then on into Nick with relative ease. "Have you been playing with a toy?" Daniel chuckled as he twisted his finger one more time. "Maybe a little," Nick blushed. "Well, here comes the real thing," Daniel said, and gently pushed forward. Nick made a soft grunting sound as Daniel's cock slowly made its way up his ass. He whimpered when Daniel was all the way in. "Yeah, yeah, that feels good." Daniel rubbed Nick's back as he slowly pulled out and then slid in again. He looked down at the teen on the end of his dick and grew even more horny. Nick's rear end was one of those that just begged to be fucked. Daniel was amazed that the fifteen year old boy had not only submitted to having a cock shoved up his ass, he was now pleading for it. "Do it harder," Nick whined as Daniel reamed him. "Feels good, huh?" Daniel grunted, using his legs to put more energy into the fuck. He could feel the hot moist grip of Nick's ass tug at his cock. "Yeah," Nick groaned, "it feels great!" Daniel set up a steady rhythm and pushed his dick as far up Nick's butt as he could reach. The sound of his nuts slapping against Nick was even more of a turn on. Nick responded by pushing back and opening himself to more of the stiff intruder. "Yeah, fuck me," he whispered, bending over the side of Daniel's bed taking his cock up his ass. Daniel pumped Nick's ass for a long ten minutes, holding him tightly by the waist and twisting and turning the head of his dick to plow every corner of his insides. Nick reached under himself and started stroking his own cock as Daniel stuffed him. Things were building, and it wasn't a surprise when Nick grunted, "I'm gonna shoot!" Nick slammed back onto the dick that was obviously giving him so much pleasure and stroked faster. "Me, too," Daniel groaned as he felt Nick's ass ring tighten. Seconds later, both boys were grunting, groaning, and cursing as they shot their loads. "Fuck, fuck," Nick grunted, pumping his cock. "Oh shit," Daniel groaned as he felt three long squirts of juice leave his cock and flood Nick's rear end. There were a few more groans, some ragged breaths, and then silence. Daniel held himself tight against Nick's ass until his dick finally withered and fell out of the well used hole. Nick pushed the pillows away, fell forward, and then rolled over. Now on his back, he looked up at Daniel still standing by the side of the bed. They stared at one another for a moment. "I think I could get to like that!" Nick joked, and then gave Daniel a tender smile. Daniel crawled onto the bed next to him. "You think so, huh?" Nick nodded, "Maybe, just maybe." He giggled. Before the afternoon was over, it was Daniel who was the one bent over. * * * * Tired, but content, the guys lay next to one another. "We have to get dressed soon," Daniel said gently, holding Nick's hand. "It's getting late. "I know," Nick sighed. "You never told me how your first week of school went." "I told you!" Nick objected with a giggle. "Well, on the phone, but not in person." Nick smiled. "It was great! But how come I have to go to school and you don't have to start for three more weeks?" Daniel laughed, "Because I'm smarter, I chose a better school." Nick got a playfully shocked look on his face, "Asshole!" "Me an asshole?" Daniel teased, and reached over and started to tickle Nick. "Stop it! Stop it!" Nick laughed as he rolled around trying to get away. Daniel finally stopped and snuggled close. "I also want to hear all about your mom," he whispered. Nick closed his eyes briefly and then turned to look at his boyfriend. "Yeah, we have a lot to talk about." * * * * Thanks to all those that have written to offer comments and ideas. Your emails are what keep me going. Hope to hear from you soon. Write Playbuddy123@yahoo.com. Thanks, Jon