Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2015 21:03:24 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 22

Nick's Story -- Chapter 22

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 make donations to Nifty.

Copyright 2014 - 2015, Nick Brady, all rights reserved.

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Joseph and I fell back into our pattern of hanging out at his house after
school until time for me to go home for supper.  If the weather was nice we
might take a bike ride, then he worked on his music while I did my school
work.  I know that he made excellent grades but don't recall ever seeing
him do homework.  I suppose if you are a genius, stuff sort of seeps in
during class.  Thursday evening was choir practice and Sunday morning was
church.

Mrs Anderson was home now, and a little more visible than before but very
quiet.  I had not been around her that much but she always seemed to have
her nose in the air as if she detected a bad smell that might be coming
from my direction.  I asked Joseph one time if I had done something to
offend her but he told me she was always like that and it wasn't personal.
Since her visit to jail for drunk driving she seemed less pretentious.  She
even greeted me pleasantly if she was around when I arrived.  Of course I
still tried to use my best manners when at their house but I would have
done that anyway.  Her court hearing was still several weeks away so the
rest of that story was yet to come.

Edison High School got out at 3:30 and after I rode over to see Joseph I
was generally home by 5:30 to clean up and be ready to eat when Dad came
back from work at 6:00. On Thursdays I took off again after supper to go to
choir practice and was back from that by 9:00 or 9:30 at the latest.  It
was a pretty regular routine.

On Wednesday it was cold and threatening rain so I told Joseph I was going
to pass on my usual visit and go straight home.  I snugged my hoody over my
ears and headed for the apartment.  I quickly stashed my bike in the shed
and slipped in the apartment just before 4:00.  Kevin was not in his usual
spot on the sofa so I opened the door and stepped into our bedroom.

To my surprise Kevin was stretched out on his bed with his T-shirt pulled
up under his chin and his pants pushed down to his knees.  His eyes were
tightly closed and he was giving himself a vigorous hand job.  It took us
both a moment to react to my unexpected entry.  He gave a little cry and
tugged his pants up as quickly as he could but not before I got a good look
at him.  Like me, Kevin was uncircumcised but very well endowed for 12.  I
suppose I expected him to still have the same little pencil that I remember
from the last time I saw him naked at about 8 or 9 years old.  Now he was
probably as big as me but with a sparse fringe of brown hair across the top
of his penis.  His balls were hanging loose and full.  On his face was an
expression of extreme embarrassment.

	"Oh shit!"  He exclaimed.

	I threw up both my hands in apology.  "Hey!  Sorry Kevin, you're
cool, no problem!"

I jumped back out of the room and closed the door behind me, went back into
the living room and turned on the TV.  Knowing how modest Kevin was I felt
really bad about intruding on him.

On the other hand it turned me on seeing him naked and pounding his pud.
He was a nice looking kid and I had wondered what sort of equipment he had
now that he was easing into puberty.  He looked better than I had
expected. Joining him for sex play was not likely to happen both because he
would not be interested and because I couldn't imagine doing anything with
my brother. We had been sharing a bedroom for as long as I could remember
and had long ago staked out the ground rules regarding mutual respect for
privacy.  I turned that over in my mind while I pretended to watch TV and
waited for dinner time.

Dad came home about 6:00 and Kevin returned to the living room when Mom
called him for dinner.  We all sat down at the kitchen table and things
proceeded as normal, although Kevin was even less talkative than
usual. After we ate, Kevin and I cleared the table and loaded the
dishwasher then returned to the sofa and talked with Dad while Mom
straightened up the kitchen.  When it started getting close to bed time I
excused myself and went into the bedroom to give Kevin a little space.
About 9:30 he came in and sat on his bed.

I busied myself with brushing my teeth, taking my shower, and the usual
bedtime routine.  When I came back to the room he took his turn and came in
wearing clean underwear and T-shirt.  I was in my bed with the covers up
over my waist.  Neither of us had spoken but now we looked at each other in
awkward silence.

	"Sorry about busting in on you Kevin, I should have knocked."  I
apologized.

	"I didn't expect you to be home so early."  He explained.

	"It looked like rain so I skipped going over to see Joseph."  I
offered.  "I sure didn't mean to embarrass you."

	"We don't ever knock before entering.  It wasn't your fault."  He
said quietly.  "I shouldn't have been doing that."

	I shook my head.  "You weren't doing anything wrong.  I just came
in at a bad time.  You weren't doing anything I haven't done a million
times."

	"Yeah, I know.  You aren't always too subtle about it.  But at
least you wait until the lights are out."

	I chuckled.  "At least you are polite enough to pretend not to
notice when my bed is bouncing."

	He sighed, "I guess everybody jerks off.  It's just embarrassing to
get caught with your pants down."

	"I guess that's where that expression came from."  I laughed.
"Hey, don't worry about it.  It was bound to happen eventually with us
sharing a room.  Actually I was kind of impressed.  You are as big as I am
for whatever its worth."

	Kevin frowned a little.  "Actually, I'm not sure I want to know
that."

	"Hey, I wasn't suggesting we do it together or anything.  Take it
as a compliment."

	Kevin started laughing.  "I guess it was pretty funny.  You looked
weird, like you had stepped into some dog poop or something."

	"Well, you looked more than a little surprised yourself."

	"You scared the crap out of me.  I was thinking that it could have
been Mom."

	"No, she would have knocked."  Then we both started laughing.
"Maybe we need to get one of those little 'Do Not Disturb' signs to hang
off the doorknob, so we can jerk off in peace."

	"Maybe it should say 'Caution, Masturbation in Progress'."  Kevin
grinned.

	"Something like that."  I said.  "Since it is not a secret that we
both jerk off, should we talk about how to share the room and not get up
tight about this?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Well, do we just do it and try to ignore each other, or is it OK
to watch, or what?  I mean some brothers do stuff together I guess."

	Kevin thought about that a minute.  "I don't know about that.  I
know you are a horn dog and like that kind of thing but for me, not so
much.  To me, jerking off is kind of like taking a dump.  Everybody does it
but I think I would rather do it by myself."

	"So what do you think about while you do it?"  I asked.

	"Not another guy, certainly not my brother."

	I pretended to look hurt.  "You don't?  So what then?"

	"I don't know, this is getting personal.  Why do you want to know?"

	"I'm just curious."

	"Well boobs mostly.  Nice soft ones.  What do you think about?"

	Now it was my turn to be a little embarrassed.  "Not boobs.  Joseph
maybe."

	"We aren't in the same mind about this."  Kevin observed.  "Which
is OK with me but I'm not geared that way."

	"I know.  I'm not really suggesting that we do stuff together, I
just wondered."

	Kevin laughed.  "This is a strange conversation.  Tell you what, if
the door is closed, how about we knock a couple of times then count to
three. That gives enough time to cover up.  After we've gone to bed and the
lights are out then kind of turn your back or something."

	"Or go in the bathroom."  He suggested.  "I know you do it in the
shower."

	"How do you know that?"  I asked.

	"I figure that after 20 minutes and the hot water is gone you are
doing more than washing your butt in there."

	I had to grin.  "You got me there."

	"I do it in there too, I just don't take as long."  He admitted.

	"OK, I got the idea, But just for what it's worth, you are looking
pretty good for a twelve year old."

	"Thanks, I think."  He said.  "So now can we turn out the lights
and go to bed?"

	"You got some unfinished business?"  I laughed.

	Kevin looked a little exasperated but smiled and pulled up his
covers. "Good night brother."

	"Good night."  I turned out the light.  It had been an interesting
conversation and I was having a new appreciation for my younger brother.

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The wet weather passed quickly and I got permission to ride over to see
Joseph after school on Thursday and go with him to choir practice.  We were
sitting on the sofa in his bedroom and he was very excited about his
recital the next Saturday evening.

	"We will do the Piano Quintet number 2 by Dvorak, and the other is
the Quintet by Cesar Frank.  They are both very beautiful and the
rehearsals have been going very well I must say.  We sound rather
professional.  There will be an intermission between them and at the close
I am to do a solo piece by Chopin, his Nocturne number 9 which is really
lovely.  I am a little nervous about it as his music is quite challenging."

	The excitement in his voice made me think of how I felt before a
baseball game.  "We will all be there, Mom, Dad, Kevin and me.  Jack will
be there too."

	"That's the whole family."  He smiled.  "My father told me that he
and Mother will be there.  He rarely attends, so that will be nice."

	"The whole family."  I said with a grin.  "Will Alice come?"

	"Oh no, she doesn't attend these things.  But we have practiced at
my home several times so she has heard us there."  He explained.  "She
seemed to enjoy it."

	"So you are nervous about the recital?  I asked.

	"Yes, a little.  I think I am prepared but it is always a bit
intimidating to play in public.  There aren't any 'do overs' if we make a
big mistake."  He chuckled.

	"Do you think somebody will make a mistake?"

	"Oh of course.  There are always mistakes, even when professionals
play something complicated.  But when the music is fast and complicated it
is not always noticeable unless the listener is very familiar with the
piece.  What you are afraid of is that one of the players will get lost and
make a wrong turn.  When there are five musicians all playing different
things which need to be in perfect sync there is the danger that one of us
will get off somehow.  Then there is nothing to do but stop and start off
again from some point.  That would be embarrassing."

	"Have you ever done that?"

	"Oh yes, in rehearsal. That tells us what we need to work on and be
careful about but we hope that doesn't happen in the recital.  It is like
when you drop the ball in a baseball game."

	"I understand that." I nodded.

	I thought for a minute.  "Well uh, do you need to be comforted?"

	Joseph's expression told me that he instantly understood what I
meant. "It surely couldn't hurt."  He said and smiled.

I turned away from him, leaned back in his lap and put my arms around him,
pressing my face to his chest.  He leaned over and kissed me tenderly.

	"You are a great comfort to me Nicky."

	"I love you Joseph.  I think we need each other."  He slid over so
that we were leaning against the arm of the sofa cuddled in each others
arms.  The mood was that of contentment rather than passion.

	We smooched a little and held each other.  "I love staying here
with you.  I wish I could ask you to stay at my house but there is no room
and you wouldn't be comfortable in our little apartment."

	"Nicky I have told you that I admire your family, there is so much
love there.  If I were invited I would love to stay for a night.  I could
sleep on the floor."

	I laughed.  "When was the last time you slept on the floor
anywhere. Have you ever?"

	He hesitated a moment.  "I'm sure I could.  I'm not all that
delicate."

	"Let me think about it.  Are you sure you would like to stay over?"

	"Yes, very much.  Will you ask your parents?"

	"OK.  How about after your recital Saturday night?  You might be
ready to do something different to unwind.  It will be hard to 'mess
around' in such close quarters though."

	He laughed loudly.  "Knowing you there will be a way Nicky.  If not
I think we will survive.  I hope this works out.  Thank you for asking."

Alice called us for dinner and we trooped downstairs.  I thought about
having invited Joseph over for the night.  He had practically invited
himself.  That told me he really wanted to come.  It also struck me that
the shy reserved boy I met at his last recital would never have thought of
doing something like that.  I reckoned that we were good for each other and
was reassured that Joseph loved me as much as I loved him.

Dinner was nice.  To my surprise Dr. Anderson was there as well as Joseph's
mother.  She seemed very different than when I ate with her last. She was
relaxed and pleasant, made me welcome and made conversation with all of
us. Joseph's father was kind of stuffy but cordial.  I gathered that was
just the way he was.  Of course the food was good, a pasta dish with shrimp
and a white cheesy sauce, steamed asparagus and a nice salad.  We all had
iced tea to drink, no wine was served which seemed like a good thing to me.
Quite a change from the last time.  Joseph seemed very pleased and smiled a
lot.  It was good.

Alice took us to choir practice with my bicycle in the back seat then came
back and took me home afterwards.  Joseph helped me put my bike in the shed
then hugged me tight.

	"Your mom was really nice tonight."  I whispered in his ear.

	"Maybe our prayers are working."  He said quietly.  "I love you
Nicky."

He hopped in the big Lincoln and they drove away as I watched them
disappear. I ran inside to find Kevin and Dad on the sofa.  The TV was
going but they were both reading.

	"Hey!"  Kevin said and my father looked up, smiled and nodded.  I
sat with them until a commercial interrupted the program.  I caught Kevin's
eye and went into our bedroom.  In a few minutes he joined me.

	"How was your practice?"  He asked.

	"It was OK."  I said.  I told him about how different Mrs Anderson
seemed to be.

	"Maybe she was sober."  He guessed.

	"Maybe I never saw her that way before." I chuckled.  "Hey, Joseph
would like to come over to spend the night after his recital Saturday
night.  How could we work that?"

	"I could sleep on the sofa so he could have my bed."  He offered
quickly.

	"You wouldn't mind?"  I was a little surprised.

	"No, of course not.  I kind of live on the sofa anyway.  Where else
would he sleep?"

	"Well, he offered to sleep on the floor."  I told him.

	Kevin just laughed.  "Ask Dad.  He is in a good mood tonight."

I went into the living room and sat down next to my father.

	"How was dinner with the Andersons and choir practice?"  He asked,
looking at me.

	"Good, we had some shrimp pasta.  Alice is a really good cook."

	"That's good."  He nodded as if wondering what was next.

	"Are we going to Joseph's recital Saturday night?"  I asked.

	"Yes, that's the plan.  Kevin is anxious to go."

	"Well sir, uh, I wondered if after the recital maybe I could ask
Joseph to come over and spend the night with us."

	Dad looked at me as if wondering if I was serious.  "Our apartment
would be quite a come down for Joseph.  We don't really even have a place
for him to sleep."

	"I asked Kevin about that and he offered to sleep on the sofa so
Joseph could have his bed.  Please Dad, I have stayed over there lots of
times and it seems like it should be my turn to have him over.  He said he
really likes our family and would like to visit."

	Dad put down his magazine and looked thoughtful.  "Well, that's
true isn't it?  Joseph is certainly a fine young man.  If you don't think
he would be uncomfortable here.  I need to ask your mother about it.  You
know how women are.  Or maybe you don't but I need to ask her.  She is out
visiting someone.  Can it wait until morning?"

	"Sure Dad, whatever you guys say.  You know, Joseph came by here
one time when we were riding bikes and he thought you guys were really
neat.  I know he would enjoy it."

	Dad smiled and nodded.  "I will ask your mother."  He picked up his
magazine indicating that the conversation was over.  I had a good feeling.

	In the morning Mom didn't look real happy.  "I don't know about
your friend Joseph spending the night here.  They have a big fancy house
with a maid and I'm sure everything is neat and tidy there.  This place is
cramped and cluttered and he will think I am a terrible housekeeper."

	I shook my head.  "No Mom, it isn't like that.  He is not real
close with his parents and he said he thought I was lucky to have such a
nice family.  He really likes you guys and wants to come here.  Its hard to
explain but he wants to come.  It was almost his idea and besides, I have
stayed at his place and it is kind of my turn.  And, well, can he come,
please?"

	Mom looked at me and shook her head.  "Nicky, I swear, you can talk
me into anything.  I guess so.  I just hope Joseph doesn't think he landed
on skid row.  And you need to thank your brother for giving up his bed."

	I looked at Kevin and said.  "I do appreciate it.  Thanks Kevin.  I
owe you one."

Kevin said nothing but smiled and shrugged.

So at school Friday I told Joseph that we were good for after the
recital. He looked very happy and said he would ask on his end but was sure
it would be OK.  We both agreed this would be fun.

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Meanwhile at the Tulsa Boys Home, Tony was settling in after his first two
weeks there.  The home consisted of 3 yellow brick buildings each with 3
floors and a basement.  The bottom floors were occupied by a few offices
and several classrooms.  There were 6 dorm rooms on each of the upper 2
floors.  New boys were housed 4 to a room.  These rooms held two sets of
bunk beds with desks and wooden lockers for each boy.

In his room Tony had just turned 12, Justin was another 12 year old,
slender and fair with close cropped blond hair.  Jermaine was 13, stocky,
black with very curly hair.  The fourth boy was 14 year old Danny, a little
taller than the other three, a muscular athlete's build and short brown
hair.  Danny was the room captain and had been there for 4 years.  It was
his job to see to it that the younger boys made their beds and kept their
things neat.  If they had problems he was to help them.  If they screwed up
he was to straighten things out.

Danny remembered when he first came and had a certain amount of sympathy
for the new boys but knew that they had to learn the rules in order to get
along.  He was not easily intimidated, but was a warmhearted kid and in no
way a bully.  In fact he had little patience for bullies who took advantage
of the younger boys.

He sized up Tony as a tough street-smart kid who would bear watching.  He
was not made aware of Tony's situation but knew that most of the boys there
had come from difficult circumstances.  He understood, but was not inclined
to put up with a lot of grief from anybody, nor was he easy to con.

Danny liked sports in general and football in particular.  He was beginning
to realize that some girls were very interesting but other than a few girls
at school, didn't know many.

Danny laid out his expectations for Tony and the others.  They were to make
their beds, keep their area clean and help with other general chores when
instructed.  He would treat everybody nice until they gave him reason not
to.  He stressed that they were to mind their manners and stay out of
trouble.  Under no circumstances were they to mouth off to the unit
housemother and adult staff.  That would get them in real trouble and he
assured them they didn't want to do that.

The boys ate breakfast in their unit dining room, took a sack lunch to
school and were bused to and from school.  Missing the bus was a big
mistake.  After school they could watch TV, play board games or go out and
play some ball if they were interested.  Supper was at 6:00 and attendance
was required whether they ate or not.  The food was decent and there was
plenty of it.  There was a nurse in the infirmary and they were to sign up
and report there if they were sick or hurt.  There was no perimeter fence
to confine them but if they ran off they would probably end up in kid jail
which was not an improvement.

After supper was study hall and there were tutors to help if they needed
it. Since most of the boys had not attended school regularly many of them
were in need of help.  They were encouraged to make good grades and were
rewarded if they did.  They started off with very few privileges but earned
them for good grades and good behavior.  There were counselors for those
who had emotional problems, and drug and alcohol programs for the boys who
struggled with those things.  Most of the boys who had been there for
awhile liked it, at least compared to where they came from.  They were
cared for and cared about and it was not a bad deal.

Tony was angry.  He was angry with his scumbag father, angry with the
undercover cop who had arrested him, angry with all the perverts who had
abused him even if he had done it for money.  Since he had been in Tulsa he
had made only one real friend and he would probably never see him again and
that made him angry.  He didn't want to be in this place but had no place
else to go and was angry about that.  Although he would never have admitted
it, Tony was also scared.

It was during this time that Kevin spoke to him at school and identified
himself as Nick's younger brother.  Nick was the nicest boy Tony had ever
met and he considered him a true friend, maybe his only true friend.  He
was very pleased to know that Nick remembered him and was concerned for
him.  He wished he could see Nick again but since they went to different
schools that was not likely.  He thought maybe he could make friends with
Kevin as a way of connecting with Nick again.

Tony was no bigger than any of the other boys in his room but figured he
could dominate any of them.  Danny was bigger, stronger and probably not to
be messed with.  If Danny was the boss Tony was not going to contest
that. He needed a friend and decided that he wanted Danny to be his friend
and maybe his protector.  Not long after he first came here he met a 16
year old named Jase.  While Jase matched Tony's sexual inclinations he was
a bully, and not someone Tony wanted to hang out with.  Danny would make a
better friend.

For the first 3 weeks Tony kept to himself and tried to figure out how to
negotiate his new surroundings.  Danny seemed like a decent guy and while
he had to get onto a couple of the boys in the room, Tony made sure he
stayed out of trouble and hoped that Danny would be impressed with him.

One afternoon Danny inspected the room and had to correct Justin and
Jermaine.  Tony however had passed inspection with a well made bed and tidy
area.  It looked like a good time to make friends with the room captain.

	Tony came up to Danny while he was sitting at his desk.  "Can I ask
you a question Danny?"

	Danny turned to look at him.  "Sure, what is it?"

	"You look like you would be good at sports.  Are there any teams
here?"

	"Like Tulsa Boys Home teams?"  Danny asked.

	"Yes."  Tony looked hopeful.

	"Not really."  Danny answered.  "Sometimes we choose up sides and
play for fun on the weekends but we don't have any real teams."

	"Oh.  So if you wanted to play football or something, what would
you do?"  Tony asked.

	"I would try out for the team at school."  Danny said.

	Tony looked surprised.  "Can we do that?"

	"Yes if your grades are good and you haven't gotten in trouble.
You have to get approval but I am planning to go out for baseball in the
spring and maybe football next fall."  Danny explained.

	"Yeah man, I bet you are good at that stuff.  You look real
strong." Tony complimented him.

	"Thanks.  You do any sports?"  He replied.

	"Yeah, I like to play football a lot.  I think maybe I mean
soccer."

	"Like where you kick the ball around?  Yeah, that's soccer.  Where
did you play soccer?"  Danny asked.

	"I played before we came to Tulsa.  Like when I was in Mexico."

	"OK, so you were born in Mexico?"

	"Yeah, me and my brothers, we come from Mexico.  My father bring
us."

	"OK."  Danny wondered where this was going.  "So can I help you
with something?"

	"No man, I just want to talk with you.  You know, like we can be
friends."

	"I try to be friends with everybody.  But right now I got some
homework to do.  You got all yours done?"

	"Yeah, I got it all done.  I do it at school, you know?"

	Danny was unsure of that.  "Good, I hope so.  You know, if you want
to play sports and do some fun stuff you need to make good grades and stay
out of trouble.  That's how it works here."

	Tony felt this wasn't going like he wanted it to.  "Yeah, I like to
have fun you know?  We can have fun if you like."

	Danny picked up a vibe from that that made the hair stand up on the
back of his neck.  "Well, there are different kinds of fun."  He said.

	Tony displayed his most charming smile.  "Hey man, I like all kinds
of fun, you know?"

	Danny did not smile.  "OK.  Well if you will excuse me I got some
work to do."  and he turned back to his desk.

Tony got the idea that he just got strike one.  He looked back to see
Justin and Jermaine sitting together on a bottom bunk taking in his
conversation with Danny.  Jermaine pursed his lips and made some little
sucking noises. Tony got up and went to the bathroom.

Several older boys were in the shower and he got a quick look at some naked
boy flesh.  He went to the farthest stall and sat down on the stool,
dropping his pants to his ankles and closing the stall door.  He had been
thinking about doing something with Danny and now he was horny.  The older
boy was muscular and his voice had changed to a lower register.  Tony had
not seen him naked but had watched him pull off his shirt and saw his firm
chest and the dark hair under his arms.  Tony had no doubt that he had a
big dick and lots of pubic hair.  He realized that it was not too smart to
hint at doing sex play with him but would like to see him naked. Tony
imagined him hard and hoped he might get the chance to do something fun
with him, with somebody.  At that moment he almost wished that Jase was
there.

The boys in the shower were splashing and laughing and Tony imagined they
were playing sex games.  He leaned back and began to stroke his hard cock,
anxious for some kind of relief.  Just then he heard the water shut off and
the boys left the shower.  When they passed by his stall one of them
pounded loudly on the door.

	"Hey in there, what are you doing?  You jerking off?"  and there
were peals of loud laughter.  Tony jumped and covered himself with his
hands.  He could see someone's eye peeking through the crack of the door.
It suddenly dawned on him that he was very vulnerable here and he felt a
shock of fear pass over him.  There was no one to protect him and nowhere
to run.  He froze and said nothing.  The boys jeered and rattled the door
then walked off to towel themselves dry and return to where they came from.

Tony's erection had quickly wilted and he wanted nothing more than to leave
the bathroom and return to the relative safety of his room.  As he trotted
down the hall he saw Jase heading for the bathroom.  He picked up his pace
and ran to his room with a sense of panic.  He needed a friend in the worst
way.


......................to be continued.


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