Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2015 17:36:28 +0100 From: Nick Brady Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 25 Nick's Story -- Chapter 25 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. ------------------------------ As we finished our snacks Joseph noticed that the Entertainment section of the Sunday Tulsa World was open on the kitchen table. There was an article circled in red at the top of the page. He turned it around and looked at it. "Nick, look!" Joseph pointed to the article. At the top was a photograph of Joseph sitting at the grand piano, intent on playing. With it was a headline that read "Local Prodigy wins Standing Ovation", and a write up of last night's performance praising the Tulsa Youth Quintet for their performance at Trinity Episcopal Church the evening before. Special mention was made of their brilliant young pianist Joseph Anderson who anchored the quintet then went on to dazzle the audience with solo pieces by Chopin and Gershwin. "WOW! You are famous." I shouted. "This is cool stuff!" Joseph was more excited than I had ever seen him. "Oh my, I never expected this. Oh how wonderful!" "Look, there is a note scribbled in red at the bottom of the article. I can't read it." I pointed to it. "That's my father's famous physician's scrawl. It says 'Congratulations Joseph – we are very proud of you.' My father wrote that!" Joseph was jumping up and down like I had never seen before. He skipped into the living room and turned a somersault on the deep pile carpet, leaped up again and did another flip. "Wow, this is so COOL!" He turned and slammed into me with a huge bear hug, knocking us both to the floor where we embraced and rolled around like little boys at play. I had never seen Joseph so excited and demonstrative but was delighted for him and we wrestled and hugged all over the spacious carpet. After a few minutes Joseph stopped but continued to hug me. "Oh Nicky, this is a dream come true. Please wake me, I must be dreaming. No, don't wake me. I want to enjoy this." And he laughed and giggled like a little school boy. It was obvious to me that this was something really special from the normally reserved and taciturn Dr. Anderson, and was a recognition that meant the world to Joseph. "Congratulations, you must be very happy." I shouted. Joseph lay on his back in the deep gray carpet with tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry to be so silly Nicky but this is just off the scale. Something wonderful is happening with my family that has never happened before." He was laughing and crying at the same time. "It is like I have been given a big trophy from my father, my cold, uncaring, wonderful father. I think he just told me for the first time that he accepts me, loves me!" I was delighted for him and sat back on my heels and applauded loudly. "Hooray, good for you. You are the greatest, Joseph!" "Oh Nicky, and you are here to share it with me. That makes it even better." Just then Alice ran into the room. "What is the matter? Is everything alright? I hear all this screaming." "Look Alice, look!" And Joseph jumped up and showed the paper to her. "Father is proud of me. Isn't that wonderful?" Alice looked at the photograph and quickly read the article with surprise. "Oh Joseph this is so nice. I know he loves you but he doesn't say so much. This is good, very good." And without thinking she hugged him, then stepped back. "I'm sorry but I am excited for you." "Yes, thank you Alice. I am excited too." And he hugged her again, holding her tight. "Oh, this feels so good!" Then he sat down as if he realized that he needed to compose himself. I sat down next to him and took his hand in mine. "I'm so happy for you Joseph, and I'm proud of you too. You are wonderful and I didn't need the newspaper to tell me so." Alice smiled warmly and slipped out of the room. We sat holding hands for several minutes not talking. Then Joseph said, "Maybe prayer really does work Nicky. This is what I have been praying for. Now if Mother can be strong and stay sober, then maybe Father will be part of us again, and we can be a real family. Keep praying Nicky. It's working." I confessed, "I really haven't been praying, not like get down on my knees kind of praying. But I have been hoping that these things would work out for you and your family. I think about it all the time. Is that the same as praying?" "It must be." Joseph laughed. "Whatever you are doing, keep it up. Mother has a lot of work to do and she will need prayer, encouragement, whatever you want to call it. But good things are happening." Joseph looked at his wrist watch and said, "It's 5:30 Nicky. I wish you could stay forever but you need to get home to have dinner with your family. I want to be here when my parents come home so we can have dinner too, a family dinner. I know Alice will make something nice, even if it is Sunday night. She understands this is an important time." I stood to leave and Joseph walked me out to the garage. "I'm glad you were here with me Nicky. I think you are my good luck charm. You bring me luck and make me happy." I didn't really know what to say but hugged him back. "You make me happy too Joseph. I love you. Good luck with dinner. I'll keep praying or thinking good thoughts or whatever it is that I'm doing and maybe it will bring you luck." "That's enough." He smiled. "Keep it up. Be safe riding home." I rode over to the Rivertrail then north to Denver and up the hill to our apartment. I felt as happy as I had been in a long time. Happy for Joseph. ------------------------------- At school on Monday, Tony was looking for Kevin. Now that he knew that Kevin was Nick's brother he wanted to talk to him. He caught up with Kevin in the cafeteria at lunch. "Hey Kevin, do you remember me?" "Sure Tony. How are you doing?" "Good thank you. Did you talk to Nick about me?" "Yes, he said you were a good guy and hopes you are OK. He was kind of worried about you. How are you doing at the Boys Home?" "It's OK. I didn't like it much when I first got there but it is getting better. I am making some friends now." "That's good. I will tell Nick you are OK." "Yeah, tell him. You know Nick is a real good guy for me. I think he is the best guy I meet since I came here. He is my true friend I think. I wish I could see him some time," "OK, I will tell him. But he goes to another school so I don't know if that will happen." "Yeah, right now I am a new guy and I can't do much. But I try to make good grades and have no trouble so maybe I can do some things later. Right now I don't really know how stuff works there." "Sure, I understand. I hope things go right for you." "Hey, I think you are a good guy like your brother. Maybe we can be friends too. You think so?" "Sure." Kevin said. "I will see you here at school. If I can help you let me know." "OK, thank you. I see you later, OK?" Tony sat down with his sack lunch and Kevin went to get in the food line to buy something to eat. It didn't work out for them to sit together but Kevin had a feeling he would be seeing Tony again. He wasn't sure what kind of friends he wanted to be with Tony but he did seem like a pretty nice guy in spite of his problems. That evening at home Kevin told me about talking with Tony at school. "I think Tony really likes you. He said you were his 'true friend' as if that meant something to him." I thought about that. "I feel bad for Tony. He is really a warmhearted guy. I mean, he wouldn't try to hurt anybody, he is just kind of messed up." "Yeah, I think so. He seems like he is real lonely. There is something sad about him." Kevin observed. I just nodded. "He is lonely, I think." Later that night after we had gone to bed and the lights were out, my thoughts went back to the time Tony and I had played around at the YMCA. I liked him and did feel like we had been friends. We got off together but it was a little more than just sex. There had been a real connection, at least at the time. It was a little confusing. I loved Joseph completely, but just thinking about little Tony turned me on. I kept thinking about Tony's tight brown body and his flashing smile as we swirled around in the water, his hands on my balls under the water, the feel of Tony's hairless uncut cock, hard in my hands. I remembered the day at the park, naked in the grass, the hot August sun shining down on us as Tony showed me about anal sex. Tony knew a lot, too much in fact. But it was exciting and the memory turned me on in a big way. My hands went to my erection and I turned away from Kevin's side of the room and began to stroke myself. The memory of the pretty little Mexican boy and the feel of his slender cock in my ass was vivid and I wished we could do something again. I remembered how Tony's dick felt in my mouth, the shaft hard as steel and the long foreskin so soft against my tongue. I picked up a used sock from the floor and slipped it over my dick to be filled with a load of cum. I was highly aroused and the feeling was intense. As soon as I had orgasmed I lay still for a minute then found myself feeling a sense of guilt. I never felt that way with Joseph. I wondered why that was. In a moment of clarity I realized that the difference was that with Joseph it was an expression of love and our concern was for each other. With Tony, even though we liked each other, we were using each other to get off and the concern was for ourselves. It was different. I dropped the wet sock to the floor and rolled back over. Tony was exciting, no doubt about it, Tony was a turn on. But in the long run, Tony was trouble, at least for me, and a reunion was not to be. ---------------------------------------- It was Thanksgiving week and school was out on Thursday and Friday. Joseph and his parents were going to Oklahoma City to spend the holiday with his mother's sister. His mother was still not drinking and they were looking forward to a nice little family reunion of sorts. On Monday we were talking at the flagpole after school. "My sisters are coming." Joseph told me. "You don't see them much do you? I have never met them." I observed. "No, they both are in college on the east coast and very seldom come home except for holidays." He agreed. "It will be nice to see them although we are not close." "Do you not get along?" I asked. "Its not like we don't get along well, we just don't know each other. We are 10 and 12 years apart. When they were in high school they were involved in things that did not include a little brother and they went off to college as soon as they could get away." He explained. "Was that because of your mother's drinking?" I asked. "That, and because the family was rather dysfunctional as a result. Perhaps it will be different now. We shall see." He said hopefully. "Well, have a nice reunion and don't eat too much turkey." I smiled. "It should be nice to be together. What is your family doing?" "I don't know. Mom usually fixes a nice dinner but we don't do anything special." I said. "Good luck. I'll keep thinking about you guys." "Thank you Nicky. I guess we will see you after the long weekend. Don't eat too much turkey." He laughed. On Wednesday evening Dad announced that he and Mom had decided that Thanksgiving should be a holiday for everybody and for that reason Mom would not cook the usual dinner. Instead we would go to Tally's over at 11th and Yale for dinner. "Hey, they aren't fancy but they sure have good food." Kevin said. "And plenty of it." I agreed. "You deserve a holiday too Mom. It isn't fair that you have to do all the work." Mom smiled. "I certainly agree. It will be nice to not have to do all the cooking, not to mention washing up." She smiled. Dad explained. "Tally's has been in business for a long time. On Thanksgiving they feed anybody who shows up, including the homeless or anyone who can't afford to pay. You just pay what you can, even if that is nothing." "So we will eat for nothing?" Kevin asked. "No, we can afford to pay and I will leave a nice tip. I just like what they do, and as Kevin pointed out, they have good food. I think it will be fun." He said. So that is what we did. The place was packed with people and we had to wait almost 30 minutes to get a table. The waitresses were flying around with big plates of food serving everybody as quickly as they could. We ordered the 'Thanksgiving Special' and were brought big plates of turkey and dressing, sweet potatoes, green beans and a slice of pumpkin pie. It was great. I was wondering if we could get seconds but after I cleaned my plate I was too full to even think about more. It was great, and no dishes to wash. Dad payed the regular price and left a 10 dollar tip. We didn't linger after our pie so those who were waiting could have a seat. Everybody was talking and laughing like it was a big party. I guess it was. We came home and turned on the TV to find a football game. I barely got into the game when Kevin, Dad and myself all fell asleep on the sofa, lined up with our feet stretched out like a row of corpses. The family that naps together, stays together. The weather had turned cold and with Joseph out of town I just hung around the house. The four of us sat around the kitchen table and played a long game of Monopoly until Kevin won all the money. He chortled and grinned. There was no choir practice so I kind of vegged out with the family gorging on football and eating snacks for the rest of the day. I had to realize that I had lots to be thankful for. The rest of the weekend went much the same way. It was relaxing but a little boring. We all went to the big Walmart on Saturday and snooped around while Mom did her shopping. Everything was all decorated up for Christmas and Kevin and I sized up what we wanted Santa to bring us. On Sunday I bundled up and biked to church and sang with the choir. It was strange for Joseph not to be there. I would be glad when he came back. On Monday I found Joseph waiting at the flagpole. "Hey!" We greeted each other. "How was your reunion?" I wanted to know. "It was good." Joseph replied. "Can you come over? I will tell you about it." "Sure." I said and noticed that it was his mother waiting in the Lincoln. I followed them over to his house and stuck my bike in the garage while the door was open. His mother smiled at me and said, "Hello Nick. How was your Thanksgiving?" "It was nice, thank you. We went to Tally's." She smiled but looked a little puzzled. I don't think she had ever been to Tally's. Joseph and I strolled through the kitchen, grabbed some of Alice's cookies from a plate and went up the stairs to his room. "So how did it go?" I asked. Joseph sat down on his sofa and I sat next to him. "It went pretty well." He said. "Were there any, uh, problems?" "My aunt served cocktails and had wine with dinner which was a strain for Mother but she held out without drinking." "That's great. Was she OK with that?" "I think it made her rather uncomfortable. She would have liked to drink with them but it helped that my father also abstained and sat with her." Joseph laughed. "He kept patting her arm." "Does your father usually drink?" I wondered. "Yes, but he doesn't seem to have the problem with it that Mother does." "So that's good, right?" "Yes, I was very proud of her. But you could see that it was difficult for her. I think she is going to need some help if she is to continue." "When does she have to go to court?" "Next week, Friday I think. Our family attorney will go with her of course." He explained. "You have a family attorney?" I asked. "Yes, he does legal things for the family concerning money and legal considerations mostly. But he will also represent Mother at her court date. I suppose she could be sentenced to some sort of custody but we are hoping that it won't come to that." That was a sobering thought. "I will think good thoughts about that too." I offered. "Yes, please do." Joseph smiled. "You seem to be good at that." "I missed you." I said. Joseph took my hand. "I missed you too." He stood up and went over and stretched out on his bed. He patted the bed next to him and grinned. "Come lie down with me, Nicky." Without a word I joined him. He said, "This is not as interesting as our 'special place' but perhaps more comfortable." "Anyplace with you is interesting." And I rolled over on top of him and we began the lovely ritual of love making. There was not a lot of time so Joseph was direct. "I like it best when you are on top." He said and began to undress. I moved away just long enough for our clothes to be deposited in a pile by the bed. He stretched out on his back and raised his knees. The little jar of Vaseline appeared as if by magic. "First, could you get me wet like the other time?" He requested. I smiled and began to nuzzle around his crack, licking my way down to his hole. He put his hands on his butt cheeks and spread them as far apart as he could. My tongue began to lick his hole, licking up and down and tickling the hole with the tip of my tongue. He shivered. He was rather loose, intentionally I guessed, so I tried to stick my tongue up in his hole. He had not just showered this time so there was a musky smell, but not so much as to be objectionable. My tongue was able to slip up into his hole more than I would have expected and I realized that he was helping all he could. I slipped my tongue in and out and in the process slobbered a lot of saliva in and around his ass, making it quite slippery. He was obviously enjoying this so it went on for awhile. It was my turn to play him like a musical instrument and I began to hum in an evil way. "Oh Nicky!" He murmured. I kept this up while running my hands over his cock and balls, not masturbating him but fondling him and rolling him under the palms of my hands until I could feel him start to leak. "I think you are ready." I said. "Yes, yes I'm ready Nicky. Please do me." He whimpered. The inside of my foreskin was very wet and dripping with precum. "I don't think we will need the Vaseline." I suggested. "No, do it please. I am so ready." I skinned myself back and put the slippery head of my dick against his well slobbered ass hole and began to push. It slid in easily and felt better than with the Vaseline. "Are you OK, Joseph?" "Oh yes, oh yes please do me." He cried. He raised his hips and I pushed in deep, feeling him shiver as I went in as far as I could go in a single plunge. I held still with my cock fully inserted and let him adjust. He did not hold still, but moved his hips from side to side, moaning as he moved. Clearly he was ready and I began to pump myself in and out of his ass, withdrawing as far as I could then pushing myself in as far as I could go, increasing my pace slowly. Several times I pulled back so far that I fell out and immediately plunged back inside. "Oh God Nick, that is wonderful!" He moaned, so I began to pull myself out then go back in, guiding myself with my hand so I hit the mark every time. It was wonderful for me too as it worked my foreskin back and forth very forcefully, the ring of his anus gripping me tight on each pass. Finally I held my skin back all the way and plunged in and out with my glans naked, realizing that being uncircumcised could have some advantages. We were both in sheer ecstasy. I felt myself approaching the brink of orgasm and pumped faster and faster, remaining inside now and pushing as deep as I could. When my semen began to pulse Joseph had not quite reached climax so I held still while my cum spurted deep in his ass. He started to stroke himself but I stopped his hand. "Wait." I gasped. "I want it." I paused for a minute then withdrew, leaned over, and sucked his cock deeply into my mouth, sucking and rolling him around with my tongue until he cried out and began to cum in my mouth. I tasted him, found it sweet and sucked him dry. Joseph held my face in his hands and began to chant "Oh, oh, oh, oh." as he emptied himself in my throat. We both fell limp, exhausted, panting to catch our breath. Holding on, listening to our heartbeats. We lay still for several minutes, slowly recovering from the exertions of love. Finally I sat up and looked at Joseph. "I missed you." I said with a leer. "Yes, me too." He said, opening his eyes wide and taking a deep breath. "We should do this more often." I suggested slyly. "Do you think so?" He sighed. "Definitely." And I goosed him in both ribs. "Ahhh!" And he rolled over and put his feet on the floor. "I need to pee." He said with uncharacteristic directness. "Me too." I agreed. "We could piss off the balcony." "Are you serious?" He looked surprised. "Why?" "Why not?" I grinned. "I dare you." "Someone might see us." "Who?" "I don't know, someone." "I double dog dare you." I grinned and bumped him with my elbow. "Oh Nicky." Then a strange look came into his eyes. "You first?" Without a word I opened the door to his balcony and stepped out, naked as a jay bird. I looked back at him. "You coming?" With a look of surrender he stepped next to me and we both pissed over the low balcony wall, our twin yellow streams splashing on the pavement below. When our bladders were empty we raised up on our toes and shook our flaccid penises at the world and laughed with abandon. I had finally corrupted him completely. ---------------------------------- The rest of the week rolled by, me riding over to see Joseph after school, doing school work while Joseph practiced the piano. It was nice to listen to the music while I studied. We spent time together talking, enjoying some sex play sometimes, but that was not the main focus of our relationship. Thursday night was choir practice and I was making improvement. The service music I now knew by heart and the anthems were getting easier. Joseph coached me with the written scores and the little black dots were beginning to make some sense. I was enjoying it and feeling like I finally fit in with the choir group. On Friday I met Joseph at the flagpole as was our custom. Alice was at the curb in the Lincoln and Joseph looked upset. "Nicky!" He called to me. "What's up?" I asked, looking at Alice. "Are you in a hurry today?" "No, it's not that. She came early to give me some news." "What's the news?" Then I remembered that his mother had her court date on Friday. "How is your mother?" "It didn't go well." He said as tears came to his eyes. "I guess she was upset about the court hearing so she drank all morning and showed up at court rather drunk." "Oh, that's terrible. Where is she?" "They kept her." He was having trouble speaking. "Can you come over? We can put your bike in the car." "Of course!" And I rushed over to the car where Joseph helped me load up my bike. We sat wordless in the front seat as Alice drove us to Joseph's home. We put the bicycle in the garage and went straight up to his room. The usual composed Joseph was a mess, his eyes red and his nose running. "So tell me." I held his hands as we sat on his sofa. "I'm sorry Nicky. I knew this was going to happen but now that it is here I am having trouble with it." He sobbed. "What happened? Spit it out." He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. "Alice talked to my father and she told me what he said. What happened was that the judge was very angry because she was drunk. He scolded her terribly and she was rather spiteful I understand. The judge told her that she had blown any chance at leniency, and that he had half a mind to sentence her to 5 years in prison for her multiple DUIs. Our attorney asked him for a private conference and they went into his chambers. When they came out the judge was looking a bit less angry and called her forward. "He told her that he would give her one last chance. He said he was recommending that she spend 60 days at a treatment center, the Valley Of Hope in Cushing. If she could successfully complete that program without incident he would give her 5 years probation. If not, then she would go to prison for 5 years." He put his face in his hands. "Oh Nicky, I am so afraid for her. I can't imagine her in prison. It would kill her." I held him close. "But if she does OK in the treatment center she will get to come home. You said that would be the best thing for her." Joseph leaned back and sighed. "But if she doesn't complete it? Or if she comes home and gets drunk again? She has been struggling with this for years. I don't know if she can do it." I pressed his hand in mine. "But what if she does? What if she completes the program and goes to AA meetings like Jack said, and she really gets sober? That would be the best thing in the world for everybody." Joseph looked very sad, and just shook his head. "I don't know Nicky. I just don't know." It was hard to know what to say. I told him, "My dad says not to worry about the things you can't control. What part of this do you control? What part is up to you?" "None of it." He said. "I can't do anything." "Who can? Who has to do this?" "Well, Mother of course. It is all up to her." "That's right. So what can you do?" "Nothing, I can't do anything." "What do you keep telling me to do?" He gave me a blank look, then nodded. "Pray about it?" "That's what you said to do. What else can you do?" Joseph looked down. "Nicky, I don't know if I really believe in that." "Me either, but my best friend in the whole world keeps telling me I should do that. Maybe that's all we can do." A trace of a smile came over Joseph's face. "Maybe you're right. That's all we can do. It is desperation that drives us to our knees." "Who said that?" I asked. "I don't remember exactly. It is something I heard at church." "Sounds like a reliable source." Joseph sat back. "I told you before, I really don't know how to do that. All I know about praying is in our prayer book at church." "Well look up a good one. And I will think good thoughts or whatever it is that I do and let's let God handle this." "That sounds awfully religious coming from you Nicky. I can't believe you said that." "I'm not religious, or I don't think I am." I said. "But that same good friend of mine just said that it is desperation that drives us to our knees. Got any better ideas?" "No." He said. "But I don't know the right words Nicky." I took his hands in mine. "Maybe we don't need words." And I closed my eyes and bowed my head. So did Joseph, and we sat quietly for a long time without speaking. ......................to be continued. Remember that Nifty needs contributions to continue to publish the stories you enjoy. Email comments to y2kslacker@mail.com, and please donate to Nifty.org Special thanks to Nathan F. who patiently edits the text of this story, and makes helpful suggestions. I love email. Don't forget to send your comments.