Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2015 00:27:15 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 32

Nick's Story -- Chapter 32

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


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	When I saw Joseph on Monday he looked pretty upbeat.  "Hi Nicky."
He called to me when I came out of the school.

	"Hey.  How are you?  What's new?  Did you talk to your dad?"  I
quizzed him.

	He smiled.  "I'm well, thank you, and I did talk with my father.
He got a call from Valley Of Hope and they say that Mother is 'adapting' as
they put it.  He will not be home until after 8:00 so you might want to
come over."

	"Be right there."  I said, unlocking my bike.

At Joseph's house we were greeted by Alice with hot cocoa and fresh
chocolate chip cookies.

	"Hi Alice.  Always nice to see you and your goodies."  I smiled.

	"It is nice to see you Nick."  She returned my smile.  "Thank you
for taking such good care of Joseph.  He always comes home smiling after
being with you."

We went up to his bedroom and continued our conversation on his sofa.

	"That's good news about your mom."  I said.  "Did they say when you
might be able to see her?"

	"Yes, if all goes well she can have a visitor after 2 weeks.  That
would be next Sunday."  He said hopefully.  "That's just a few days before
Christmas."

	"That will be nice.  I wonder if you can take her a present or
something."  I asked.

	"I don't know about that.  They well may have restrictions on what
can be brought in."  He conjectured.

	I grinned.  "Yeah, a bottle of wine would probably not cut it."

	He smiled and rolled his eyes.  "Oh, I hardly think so.  Besides, I
think she can have a visitor, singular, which of course would be Father."

	"So, how is it going with you and your father?"  I asked.

	"Rather well, actually.  We chat for a few minutes when he gets
home in the evening, and the conversations are beginning to be more
comfortable.  He feels less like a stranger."  Joseph told me.

	"Hey, that's a good thing."  I said.

	"Yes, that is a very good thing."  Joseph agreed.  "He is even
chatting a bit about his practice.  I think we are closer than we have ever
been."

	"Things are looking up for you then?"

	"They are.  And in the meantime, I can spend the weekends with my
friend Nicky."  He smiled.

	"Christmas is next Tuesday."  I reminded him.  "We will be out
beginning all next week until January 2nd.  Where are you going to spend
Christmas?"

	He shrugged.  "I don't know.  I should ask Father about his plans.
He often works right through the holidays."

	"We aren't going anywhere.  Why don't you stay with us another two
days and spend Christmas with us?"  I asked hopefully."

	"That would be nice, but I already feel I am imposing."  He
hesitated.

	"Not at all.  That would be fun.  Why don't you see if you can
spend Christmas with us."  I enthused.  "We will have to be at church for
the Christmas Eve and Christmas services anyway."

	"That's true.  I will ask."  He promised.

	I thought about Kevin.  "Do you remember asking me about Kevin?
How he sort of isolates at home?"

	"Yes.  Did you talk to him about that?"

	"I did.  I'm glad you made me think about that.  It turns out there
is more there than I realized."

	 "What did he say?"  Joseph wondered.

I repeated what Kevin told me about being bullied and humiliated when he
was in third grade.  I told Kevin I wouldn't repeat his story but since
Joseph had suggested I talk with him, it seemed appropriate.

	"I guess he has trust issues."  I told Joseph.  "He said he feels
safe at home and doesn't really trust people.  He said the only people he
trusts are Mom, Dad, you and me, and maybe Jack.  He is kind of hiding at
home."

	Joseph looked concerned.  "That's sad.  He is such a nice person.
I hate to think of him being bullied."

	"I know.  I told him that hiding wasn't the right way to deal with
his fears. He said he agreed and would try to bust out a little more."

	"I hope so."  Joseph looked thoughtful.  "Actually, it wouldn't
hurt us to get out more either.  We don't do much besides sit here and
chat, or bounce on the bed."  He laughed.  "Not that I am complaining."

	I laughed with him.  "The bouncing part doesn't get old, but I know
what you mean."

	I thought for a minute.  "I saw on TV that the Harlem Globetrotters
will be here this weekend at the Maybee Center.  We might go see that.
They are a lot of fun.  Meadowlark Lemon is fantastic!"

	"That does sound like fun.  Have you ever seen them play?"  He
asked.

	"Just on TV.  I bet Jack would take us.  Or Dad might like to go,
or at least give us a ride."  I began to get excited about the idea.  "We
could check on tickets."

	"Yes, please do that.  Since you are providing me with room and
board every weekend, I can surely pay for the tickets.  You might ask Kevin
too."

	"Sounds like a plan."  I agreed.  "I will talk with Jack when I get
home."

That evening at supper I ran the idea past Dad and he seemed receptive.
Kevin agreed enthusiastically, so I went up to check with Jack.  Just to
encourage him to be agreeable I took up a plate of Mom's meatloaf and some
mashed potatoes and gravy.

	When Jack opened his apartment door he took the proffered plate
first and then said.  "Hi Nicky.  Come right in."

	"I thought you might like some supper."  I said tactfully.

	"Always a good thought."  Jack replied as he dug a fork out of the
kitchen drawer.

	"Anything I can help you with?"  He mumbled through a mouthful of
meatloaf.

	"Umm. Did you know that the Harlem Globetrotters are here this
weekend?"

	"Really?  And you were thinking you might like to go?  And need a
ride?"  He grinned.

	"I guess I'm pretty obvious, aren't I"

	"Very."  He nodded.  "But that doesn't make it a bad idea.  So who
wants to go?"

	"Joseph and me, and Kevin wants to go."

	"We won't all fit in my pickup, but I might have a better idea."

	"What's that?"  I asked.

	"I think you know that I have a good friend, Pablo?"  He raised his
eyebrows.

	"Uh, right.  He is Tony's brother?"

	Jack nodded.  "He might like to go, and has a car that can take
five."

	"Joseph, Kevin, you and me and Pablo?  Cool."  I paused.  "I have
never met Pablo."

	"Actually you have."  Jack reminded me.  "He was our waiter at the
Hideaway, and was the guy who put birthday candles on your pizza."

	"Now I remember him.  He is Tony's brother?  I guess he kind of
looks like Tony.  He looks good."

	"He is a nice guy."  Jack assured me.  "You will like him."

	I paused again.  Does, uh, he know who I am."  I asked.

	"I don't think so.  Should he?"

	"Well, uh, I mean because Tony and I, uh...."

	"I know what you and Tony did.  But the only way that Pablo would
know about that would be from Tony.  I would never share your confidences
Nicky.  You should know that."

	I smiled with gratitude.  "I know that Jack.  I would trust you
with anything."

	Jack rinsed off the plate I brought from downstairs and handed it
back to me. "Thanks for the meatloaf.  Tell your mom it was delicious.  Now
let me get out of here.  I was going over to see Pablo anyway, I'll ask him
about the Globetrotters this weekend.  I think that Saturday would probably
work best for us."

	Back in our apartment I told the family.  "I asked Jack if he would
take us, and he said he would if we could go on Saturday.  Joseph has said
that he wants to treat and that Kevin is welcome."  Then I remembered.
"Mom, he really liked your meatloaf."

	"It's OK with me."  Dad agreed.  "Is Joseph sure he wants to pay
for all three of you?"

	"Well, he said that since we are putting him up every weekend it's
the least he can do."  I explained.

	Dad chuckled.  "I suppose that is reason enough.  Sounds good to
me."

	Kevin and I exchanged high fives.  "I'll tell Jack we can go and
let Joseph know tomorrow so he can get our tickets."  I looked at Kevin who
nodded vigorously.

	I thought of Jack and hoped he had not left yet.  I ran out to the
back and caught Jack just about to pull out in his truck.  "Hey Jack,
wait!"

	"What?  I was just leaving."

	"Dad says it's OK and Joseph will get us tickets for Saturday
night."  I told him.

	"OK, I will get ours and I'll talk to you on Saturday."  He
grinned.

The next day I went over to Joseph's and told him that Dad had approved the
basketball game, and that Kevin was very pleased to be included.

	"Jack has a friend who is coming too.  He said he has a car big
enough for all of us."

	"Oh good."  Joseph responded.  "I will get the tickets.  I think
the game starts at 7:00 so why don't we plan to get started at about 5:30.
That will give us enough time to get something to eat before the game."

	"Great!  This is going to be fun."

	Joseph looked curious.  "Who is Jack's friend I wonder.  Do you
know him?"

	I hesitated.  "I think he was our waiter at the Hideaway for our
pizza party."

	"I do remember him.  He seemed like a nice fellow.  What is his
name?"  He asked.

	"His name is Pablo and he is kind of Jack's special friend."  I
told him.

	Joseph's eyebrows went up.  "Special friend?"

	"Right.  Well I think he is kind of Jack's boyfriend."

	"Oh how interesting.  So this is a double date?"  He grinned.

	"I guess so.  Except for Kevin."  I admitted.

	Joseph laughed.  "I think Kevin already knows all our secrets."

	"I'm not sure Kevin understands about Jack."  I hesitated.

	"Oh I bet he does.  Kevin doesn't miss much."  We both laughed.

I looked at Joseph's smiling face.  It seemed like I had known him forever
and my heart swelled up with affection for him.

	"You're fun."  I said.

	"Oh?"  He put his hand on my thigh.

	"Wait, before we get distracted, I need to ask you something."

	"What's that, Nicky?"

	"I want to know what to get you for Christmas.  I can't think of
anything you don't already have."

	"Hmm.  Assuming I already have you, I can't think of anything else
I need."

	"No, I mean yes you do, but I was thinking of something I could
gift wrap."

	"I think this would look cute with a ribbon around it."  He tickled
my penis through my jeans."

	I laughed.  "You know what I mean."

	He leaned back against the arm of the sofa, took my arm and pulled
me on top of himself.  "Let me think about it."  He said in a low voice.

	"Now you are distracting me."  He kissed me, I kissed him back, and
we began to smooch.

	"Hmm, really, what can I give you for Christmas."  I asked between
kisses.

	"How about a blow job."  He said as he stuck his tongue in my ear.

Conversation dwindled as we unbuttoned our shirts and pushed down our pants
to rub ourselves together.  I nibbled at his nipples and ran my tongue down
the center of his chest, licking at the trail of fine hair that ran down
from his navel.

When I got down to his penis it was already hard and I started to lick it
like a long white lollipop, up and down with my tongue circling the head.
I turned my face and put my lips on either side of his dick, slurping up
and down, wiggling my tongue as I passed over the bottom of him from balls
to tip.

He put his hands on my head and began to hum and move his hips.  I took him
in my mouth and swallowed him whole, running my hands over his flat stomach
from groin to neck, pinching his nipples as I passed them.

His pants were at his ankles and he clasped me with his knees as I worked
on him.

	"Oh my God, Nicky!  That is inspired.  I am about to cum already."
He moaned.

	I paused just long enough to say. "Go ahead.  I want to taste you."

I began to massage his nuts and the moaning grew louder.  He pushed his
hips up and started to cum in my mouth.  I let it fill my face, swallowing
most of it, enjoying the salty sweet taste of his semen.  He stopped moving
but I continued to suck on him gently, rubbing my nose in his long dark
pubic hair, moving my tongue from side to side.

	"Oh, stop.  I am too sensitive!"  He groaned.  He pulled me up by
my armpits and held me.  "Oh Nicky.  I love you so much."  He whispered.

	I raised my head up to look him in the eyes.  "Merry Christmas."  I
grinned.

	He sighed.  "And it requires no wrapping."

	"Anything else I can do for you?"  I asked with a smile.

	"Yes, well you know what I like."  He turned under me and arched
his butt up into me.  "Do me Nicky.  I want you in me."

	"Where is your lube?"  I asked.

	"I doubt you need it."  He murmured.

	I checked myself and found that I was wet with precum, put some
saliva on my index finger and slid it in his hole.  "Think this will work?"

	"Yes, yes.  Just do me please Nicky."

I retracted my foreskin and pressed the end of my cock against his hole,
smearing the fluid around and in him.  Holding the skin back I wiggled
myself inside him slowly, watching for any sign of discomfort.  He
responded with a moan of expectation and I pushed myself in, moving slowly
as he waggled his butt from side to side.  After a few thrusts I was as
deep as I could go.

Each time I pushed down he raised himself up.  We synchronized ourselves to
the motion of the other.  I looked down to watch my cock slide in and out
of his ass, my modest bush of orange pubic hair flattening against his butt
cheeks each time I was deep inside.  He had some long dark hairs on the
inside of his crack, and when I was all the way inside they intertwined.

It looked very sexy I thought.  The visual stimulus of the sight of us
coupling coincided with the feel of him moving around me.  It was
exquisite, and I could feel the spunk rising in my belly.  My nuts began to
draw up tight against the base of my cock and I felt the electric feeling
that precedes an orgasm.

	"Oh shit, I'm cumming!"  I groaned and could feel the hot cum
ripping through my cock.  I fell forward across his back and held him
tightly under his arms as I emptied myself inside him.

	He rocked his hips from side to side.  "Come on Nicky, give it to
me!"  I opened my mouth and gently bit at his neck, blowing spit on his
shoulder as my breath panted in and out.

I finally stopped and held still, breathing heavily against his neck, my
face wet and pressed into the crook of his shoulder.  It took me a minute
or two to recover my breath.  He brought his hands up his sides until he
found mine and pressed them together.

	After a minute I heard him whisper.  "Merry Christmas Nicky."


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At the Tulsa Boys Home, Tony was up and out for breakfast Monday morning,
hoping not to have to talk to Jermaine.  He knew that the older boy had
seen Justin and him come in from the bathroom after everyone was supposed
to be asleep.  Things had been going well for him and he didn't want to get
in trouble.

He sat down with the boys from his room, taking care not to sit next to
Justin. After a moment the empty chair next to him was filled with a small
auburn haired boy wearing a bright smile.

	"Hi Tony."  the boy said.

	"Hi Bobby."  Tony replied.  Seeing the boy made him feel better.
"How you doing?"

	"I'm OK.  I start to school today."

	"Yeah, we'll be going to the same school, right?"

	"Yes.  I don't how it works there."  Bobby said.

	"What do you mean?"  Tony asked.

	"Well, do we stay in the same room all day or move around?"

	"Oh, I see.  We each got a home room, OK?  We start off there then
go to different classes."  Tony explained.

	"I wonder if we will be in the same home room."  Bobby wondered.

	"I don't know man.  I guess we'll find out."

They finished breakfast without Tony speaking to Jermaine but when he
glanced over at him Jermaine was looking at him.  It made Tony a little
nervous but he avoided him and went on to school.

Tony looked for Bobby at school but didn't see him.  They were for sure not
in the same home room he guessed.  When he got back to his room Jermaine
and Justin were already there.  He came in, put his books on his desk and
sat down as if to study.

	Jermaine sat down on his chair and said.  "Hey you guys?"

They turned and looked at him.

	Jermaine looked a little displeased.  "I knew that girls like to go
to the bathroom together, I didn't know that boys did."

	"What do you mean?"  Justin said a little defiantly.

	"I just think it is a coincidence that you guys both have to go for
a piss at the same time."

	"Ain't none of your business if we did."  Justin growled.  Tony
looked down and said nothing.

	Jermaine gave Justin a hard look.  "You don't really want to piss
me off."

	Justin looked away and shrugged.  Tony said. "No, I don't.  Sorry."

	Jermaine said to Justin.  "Why don't you go somewhere for a little
while."

Justin kept his defiant look but had the sense not to say anything.  Tony
kept his eyes on the floor.

	Jermaine spoke to Tony in a softer voice.  "Look, I am not the boss
of you guys, but I want you to know something.  I told you that some of
these guys could get you in trouble.  I know that Justin didn't make you do
anything you didn't want to do, and I don't really know what you guys were
doing.  Frankly, it's none of my business."

	"But there is one thing that does concern me.  That little red
headed boy thinks you hung the moon.  Now if you were to do anything to
hurt him...."  Jermaine paused.  "Honest to God, I would make you regret
the day you were born."

The hard edge in Jermaine's voice was impossible to miss.

	"Hey man, I really like that kid.  I wouldn't do nothing to hurt
him. Nothing at all."  Tony assured him.

Jermaine said nothing but continued to give him a cold look.

	Tony felt very uncomfortable.  "I swear to you man, I wouldn't do
nothing to hurt that little boy.  There is something about him that gets to
me.  I just want to help him, to like, make him smile, you know?"

	Jermaine's face softened a little.  "OK, I hear you.  Maybe I am
seeing something that's not there.  It's just that....  Well I have my own
story, like all of us here.  Maybe I'll tell you sometime.  Probably not."

	"I told you the other day that you helping Bobby meant a lot to
him.  I hope you will keep on doing that.  He trusts you and needs a
friend.  But just remember that anybody who hurts that boy will answer to
me.  If I've got you wrong I apologize, but just remember that.  OK?"

	Tony felt tears in his eyes and looked away.  "Hey man, you been
good to me for no reason.  I mean, you don't owe me nothing.  I don't know
why you did that. Maybe I feel the same way about Bobby.  I don't owe him
nothing but when I see that little boy, so scared and shy, I just want to
do something nice for him."

	He took a deep breath.  "Before I came here my life was pretty
shitty too.  I got my own story man.  Maybe it's time for me to do
something good for somebody."

	Jermaine gave him a long look, then said in a gentle voice.  "OK
Tony.  I think I understand you a little better now, and that's a good
thing.  We probably should sit down and talk some time.  We might not be
that far apart."

	He stood up and said.  "Lets go over to the gym.  Your speckled pup
is probably looking for you."

Tony and Jermaine walked together to the basement gym next door.  They
didn't speak, but they walked as friends with no anger between them.

Sure enough, there was little Bobby, dribbling a ball around the court,
changing hands, running along at a pretty good clip.

	Tony yelled at him.  "Hey Bobby, you looking good man."

	Bobby held the ball and came running up.  "Hi Tony, I was hoping
you would be here.  Look!"  He ran around one end of the court, dribbling
with first one hand then the other.  When he got near the goal he tossed
the ball up and it dropped through the net.  "Did you see that?"  He was
clearly excited.

	Tony and Jermaine both clapped for him.  "Good one!"  Jermaine
called to him. He slapped Tony on the butt and walked down to where the
older boys were playing, leaving Tony with his pup.

	"Can we play Horse again?"  Bobby asked.

	"Sure, you first.  Don't beat me too bad, OK"

	"I won't."  He laughed and shot from the free throw line, making it
to his great delight.

	"Hey, you just lucky, man."  Tony took his spot and aimed
carefully.  It wobbled but went in.

	Bobby laughed.  "You are lucky too."  He teased.  "Now it's your
turn."

	Tony turned sideways and hooked the ball over his head, dropping it
into the net.  "Now you try."

	Bobby looked uncertain, took the same position and looped the ball
as far as he could, dropping short of the goal.  "I can't throw it that far
with one hand." He protested.

	"Aw, I was just joking you, that don't count.  Let me shoot again."
This time he stood to one side and shot with both hands, bouncing off the
rim and falling to the floor.  "H on me.  Now it's your turn."

They went on, Bobby getting HORSE when Tony was only HOR.  The boys were
laughing and teasing with each other.

	"It's time for supper, let's go."  Tony called and they walked out
together.

	"You were lucky this time."  Bobby said.  "But I don't care, it's
just fun to play."

	"That's right."  Tony agreed.  "It's not so important to win all
the time.  Hey, I looked for you at school but I don't see you today."

	"I had to talk to a counselor.  He was telling me the rules I
guess.  By the time we were finished the first period was over.  I will be
in my home room tomorrow."

	"OK, so do you know who is your home room teacher?"

	"Yes, it is Mrs. Carpenter."

	"Yeah?  That's my room.  We gonna be in the same room together."
Tony was pleased.

	"Oh, that's great."  Bobby was almost jumping with delight.  "I am
going to like this school."

	Seeing Bobby so happy made Tony laugh. "Hey, I hope so.  I think
you gonna do good.  You told me you were good at school."

	"Yeah, pretty good."  Bobby made a show of modesty.  "What is
Mrs. Carpenter like?  Is she mean?"

	Tony shook his head.  "No, she is not mean, but she will make you
behave. You got to raise your hand if you wanna talk."

	"Oh, that's OK.  I don't usually talk a lot in school anyway."

	"When I first met you I thought you were like, real shy, you know?
But now you are real friendly."

	Bobby looked down.  "Maybe, but now I know you, and I know you're
really nice, and you're not going to hurt me or anything."

	Tony felt a little pain in his heart. He put his hand on Bobby's
shoulder and said, "That's right Bobby.  I promise I will never hurt
you. And if anybody hurts you I want you to tell me about it, and tell me
who it is, and I will make sure nobody hurts you, OK?"

	Tony felt tears come to his eyes and he stopped and looked straight
at Bobby.  "I promise you, I won't let nobody hurt you.  Nobody.  You are
like my little brother and I will look after you, OK?"

	Bobby saw the tears in Tony's eyes and did not understand why he
was crying, But he got the message, Tony was somebody he could trust.

	Without thinking, Bobby hugged Tony tight and whispered, "I love
you Tony."

	Tony blinked back his tears and peeled the boys arms from around
his waist.  "Come on Bobby.  We got to eat our supper."


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


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