Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 04:57:51 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 10

Nick's Story -- Chapter 10

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, Nick Brady, all rights reserved.

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Jack let us off in the circular driveway in front of Joseph's house.  I
looked at his nice big house and then looked at my dirty baseball uniform
and then looked at Joseph.

        Joseph smiled, "Maybe we should go in the back way?"

        "Yeah, that would be good.  I'm pretty grubby." I admitted.

I followed Joseph around to the back of the big house, past a wide stone
terrace on the side and under some huge old oak trees.  It was dark but I
could see that Joseph lived in a really nice house.  At the back was a long
screened in porch with a couple of doors inside to the house.  One was to
the kitchen Joseph said, and the other was what he called a mud room.  We
went in there and it was like a wide hallway with cabinets and shelves on
one side and a washer and dryer on the other.

        Joseph told me, "If you'll wait here I will go get you something
clean to wear and we can put your uniform in the wash.  I'm a little taller
than you but you should be able to wear my clothes.  How about some sweats?
Those will fit anyone."

        "Sure, anything is fine."

        "I'll be right back", Joseph said.  He gave what was almost a
little bow, turned quickly and walked out of the mud room.  As soon as he
was out of sight I could hear his footsteps break into a run and go
bounding up some stairs some where.  In a very short time I could hear him
running back, stop, and then walk into the mud room carrying a neatly
folded set of gray sweats and a pair of white boxer shorts and clean white
socks.

        "I hope these will be all right." he said, trying not to show that
he was slightly out of breath.

        I always wore briefs and had never worn boxers before but I was in
no position to be picky.  "These will be great" I looked around, "Where do
I change?  I'm pretty dirty to put on clean clothes."

        Joseph looked a little surprised and rose up on his toes, "Oh, of
course, I hadn't thought of that.  What was I thinking?  Uh, why don't you
come upstairs to the shower and change there?"

With that, Joseph took the clothing back from me and led the way through a
big family room to a wide carpeted hall with a curved staircase that led
upstairs.  I took off my shoes and carried them as I followed him, trying
not to touch anything.  At the top of the staircase was a long wide hall
with several doors that led off to bedrooms.  Joseph led me through the
door at the far end of the hall.

It was more like an apartment then a bedroom.  It ran almost the width of
the big house.  On one side was a big queen sized bed with tables and lamps
on each side.  On the other side was a sofa and a big cushioned chair with
a coffee table and lamps and things, real nice.  Next to the door was a
very large wooden cabinet with a pair of tall doors.  One held a mirror and
the other was covered with carvings.  There were other neat things in
there, book cases, chests, and everything very pretty.  The outside wall
was covered with glass and when I looked through them I could see that they
were doors that opened onto a balcony.

        "The bathroom is this way," Joseph said and led me through a
doorway next to the sofa.  Just inside the entry was a big walk-in closet
off to one side, and just beyond that was the bathroom.  The bathroom was
covered with dazzling white tile and fancy fixtures.  There was a long
counter with two sinks in it on one side and a stool and another white
porcelain thing that kind of looked like a fountain.  In one corner was a
bathtub the size of a kiddy pool with water jets all around inside.  Above
it was a pair of shower heads inside a big chrome ring supporting a white
shower curtain pushed to one side.

        I looked around and all I could think of to say was "Wow!."

        Joseph grinned at me and laughed, "It's rather humble but it should
suit your needs.  I'll just put these here and get you a towel.  Soap and
shampoo is in the stand next to the tub.  Just put your dirty clothes in
the hamper there and we will get them washed for you.  OK?"

        "Suits me." I agreed.  I waited a moment and then looked at Joseph
who was still standing there."

        "Oh!  Well, I'll be in the next room, just come out when you are
ready."  Joseph said, and left quickly.

I looked around the bathroom with amazement.  I wondered if Jack had seen
this.  I couldn't believe he hadn't told me about what a cool place Joseph
had.  He must have been in here because he lived with them for several
months.  I wished I could show this to Kevin, he would think it was cool. I
closed the door and then stripped off everything and put it in the clothes
hamper, being careful not to shake off any loose dirt onto the shiny tile
floor.  I walked around just looking at all the stuff in there.  Cool.

The tub had a lot of levers and knobs on it.  For a minute I thought I
might have to ask Joseph how to work it but I figured out how to turn on
the shower part.  The water came out of both shower heads and crossed near
the floor of the tub.  I adjusted the temperature and stepped in.  I
figured out that I could move the shower heads around so that one of them
was spraying on my front, and the other on my back.  I played with them a
little and decided that there were probably a lot of interesting things I
could do with them if Joseph wasn't waiting for me.

I scrubbed good with lots of soap, and used the shampoo which smelled
really nice.  When I got through I was white again instead of dirt brown,
and my hair was nice and clean instead of pasted to my sweaty head under my
ball cap. I turned off the shower and dried off with the towel.  It was
like a beach towel except real thick and it felt soft and nice.  I was
springing a boner in spite of myself and hurried to get dressed.  I pulled
on the boxer shorts.  They were crisp and white and had snaps at the top of
the fly.  I put on the sweat pants and shirt, and pulled on the clean
socks.  It felt nice, although the boxers were different.  I was hanging
kind of loose and could feel my pecker swinging from side to side.  I kind
of liked it but it didn't help my boner go down.

I used the towel to wipe up the water I had spilled on the floor and hung
it on the side of the tub to dry.  I looked around and decided that I
hadn't done too much damage, opened the door, and walked out of the
bathroom in a cloud of steam.

        "Hello there." Joseph greeted me, propped up on some big pillows on
his bed.  Except that he had kicked off his shoes, he was still dressed.

        "How do I look? I asked, holding out my arms for inspection.

        "You look wonderful." Joseph replied with a straight face.  "Your
hair brightens up those gray sweats."  I looked in a wide mirror over the
sofa at myself.  There were some little recessed lights in the ceiling that
lit up my hair and made it look bright orange.

        "Yeah, cool" and I turned and looked at Joseph who was kind of
staring at me.  "So, what's up?"

        Joseph took a sharp breath as if thinking of something.  "You must
be famished.  Would you like something to eat?"

        I instinctively pressed my hand against my belly, "Oh yeah, that
would be great." I smiled at Joseph.

        "Well then, follow me." Joseph jumped off the bed and headed out
the door.  We went down to the kitchen where a small tray was set out
covered with sandwiches beside a bowl of chips.  A pair of iced glasses
stood next to some napkins and several kinds of soda cans were lined up.

        "Wow, where did this come from?" I asked with surprise.

        "Alice put this out for us.  She does everything here.  Sit down
and help yourself."

        "Who's Alice?" I asked as I dug into a sandwich.

        "She's the housekeeper." Joseph paused.  "It's a big house you see,
and my parents are out a lot."

        I looked at a wall clock and saw that it was a little after 10:00
PM.  "Where are they now?"

        "They are out" Joseph said.  "At a dinner party I think."

        "So who else is here besides us?" I asked.

        Alice has a little apartment over the garage so she is here
although I expect she is asleep by now."

        "So if I wasn't here you would basically have the place to
yourself?"

        "Yes." Joseph nodded.

        "Geez. this is a big place to rattle around in all alone."

        Joseph nodded again, "Yes it is."  then he smiled, "but I'm not
alone tonight."

        "Nope.  Not with me here."  I grinned.

        Joseph took a sandwich and placed it on a napkin with some of the
chips from the bowl.  "I really enjoyed your ball game tonight."

        "I'm glad you did but I hate it that we got beat."

        "You lost 4 to 3 but you played well.  I thought that one fly ball
was going to be a home run, you made some nice double plays, and the line
drive you caught was brilliant." Joseph said with real enthusiasm.

        "Hey, you were watching weren't you?  Thanks.  We did pretty good.
I'll tell you the truth, Acme just outpitched us."

        "Yes. he was very consistent and that's important.  But you played
very well Nick.  I really enjoyed watching you work first base.  You were
busy all the time.  And You run so smoothly, as if it requires no effort.
If you don't mind my saying so, you move like a dancer.  I can honestly say
I was very impressed with your athletic ability.  Jack was right about
you."

        "What did Jack say about me?" I asked.

        "He said you were wonderful." Joseph said with a laugh.

        I rolled my eyes,.  "You are full of something, Joseph." I laughed.

We finished up the sandwiches, or rather I did.  I was hungry after the
ball game.  Before we left the kitchen Joseph took a sheet of paper and
wrote a note on it and left it on the table.

        "That's for my parents.  If I leave them a note letting them know
we are fine then Mother won't bother to check on us."  Joseph explained.
On the way back upstairs he took me to the large room that opened out onto
the terrace we passed when we walked around the house on arriving.  There
were various chairs and tables in the room but it was dominated by a very
long black piano.  I admired it and he walked over and lifted the cover on
the keyboard.  "It's a Steinway." He said as if that was all I needed to
know.

        "I don't know much about pianos but it sure is beautiful.  Can you
play something?"

        "Do you really want to hear me play or are you just being polite?"

        "I really want to hear you play up close like this." I insisted.

So Joseph sat down on a padded bench and rubbed his hands for a minute and
stretched his fingers and wrists.  I thought of the pre-game stretches with
our team.

        He laid his hands in his lap and looked away for a moment as if
trying to think of what he wanted to play.  Then he turned back to the
keyboard and glanced at me.  "You might like this."

He started with a long run up the keys then a series of chords, very
rhythmic, very forceful, repeating, his hands spread wide and coming down
on the keys all at once.  At the recital he had played what I knew was
classical music, but this was jazzy, bright and full of syncopation.  I
found myself rocking back and forth in time with the music, my whole body
moving with it.

        "That's cool, what is it?" I asked.

        "Gershwin, Rhapsody in Blue." Joseph said without looking up.

After a few minutes the piece shifted into a beautiful melody, It sounded
like two pianos, one playing the tune and the other boiling counter melody
and harmony under and around the melody.  I was sitting 6 feet away from
the big Steinway and the sound rolling out from under the raised lid was
amazing.  I could hear everything, the low notes, the high notes, the sound
of his fingers striking the keys, the soft tap of the mallets striking the
strings inside the case, the little breath noises Joseph made as he
extracted this magical sound out of the long black box.  I watched Joseph
and realized that he was totally into the music.  He was playing it for me
but at the moment I wasn't present.  I saw him playing like this in an
empty house and not caring that he was alone.

Finally it began to build faster and faster then paused.  He began a final
run down the keys, very complicated and fast then he started in the middle
and both hands ran in opposite directions until his arms were spread far
apart -- some more fireworks and it was over.

Joseph leaned back and blew out his breath.  I stood up and began to clap
loudly which he thought was funny.

        "A small but appreciative audience." he laughed.

I tried to think of something to say but just clapped and looked at him
with awe.

After a moment more of my clapping Joseph blushed, stood and turned to me,
taking my hands in his to silence them.

        "Thank you Nick." He wasn't smiling now.  "You really like it,
thank you."  Then he stepped back.  "It's late and I'll wake Alice if I
keep on.  Besides my parents will be home eventually and they will like to
think I am safe in bed.  Let's go up, shall we?"

He flipped off the lights as we left the room and I followed him up the
stairs and down the long hall to his room.  He took long graceful steps.
This was the same Joseph I had first net at the recital, not the nervous
boy who first led me into his house.  It was as if his music had given him
confidence, reminded him of who he was.

I followed him into his bedroom, noticing that the sweat pants he had
loaned me were too long and that his boxers allowed me to swing from side
to side as I walked.  The boner was back.  Was it Joseph or the music?  Or
was that the same thing?

When we entered the bedroom, Joseph paused then turned and sat down on the
sofa.  He crossed his long legs at the knee and put his hands on the
cushions on each side of him.

        "This makes out into a bed."

        "That's cool." I said.  I had wondered where I would sleep.  Maybe
I was hoping it would be in Joseph's bed but that was kind of dumb.  Joseph
surely couldn't have a clue that I was gay.  He would be disappointed if he
knew, probably very angry.  I remembered Jack telling me that Joseph was a
really nice guy.  He was probably warning me not to try anything stupid.  I
sat down in the cushioned chair next to the sofa and crossed my legs under
me.

        "You really like my music?" Joseph asked, tipping his head to one
side a little.

        "Oh yeah."  I made kind of an apologetic face, "I really don't
understand it because I have never heard that kind of music before, but I
like it, I really do.  It makes me want to know more so I can understand it
better.  And you -- I can't believe that you can play like that.  It's
really very cool."  I cleared my throat a little, "You're very cool."

        Joseph looked pleased but sat very still, only running his
fingertips over the upholstery at his side.  "And you are very cool too
Nick.  You are a good athlete.  I could never grow tired of watching you
move.  You really should do dance."  He pulled his hands back to his lap.
"You know the nicest thing about you Nick?  You are so open to things.
Everything is new to you and everything is, excites you." and he smiled.
"You have good eyes and ears.  You take in the world like a sponge and
taste it."

I didn't know what to say.

        "You are so lucky you know.  I watched you with your family tonight
and you are very close to them.  They love you.  I watched you with your
team mates, and you are close to them too.  You are connected to people in
a way I can only dream of."

        I felt puzzled.  "What do you mean?  You have a nice Mom and Dad,
sisters, and what about the kids in your quintet?  What about the kids in
the Youth Symphony?  You know them, you have a lot in common with them.
Surely some of them are your friends."

        Joseph looked away, "Yes, well I know many of them of course, but
not really.  It's all very casual, very professional.  It's different for
me Nick.  I'm different."

        "Well, you are different from me, that's for sure.  You know so
much stuff.  All that music and different instruments.  You are so, I don't
know, cool isn't the right word, you are so sophisticated I guess is what I
want to say.  And you live in this wonderful house.  Man, I would be
embarrassed for you to see where I live.  Alice wouldn't want it."

        Joseph laughed without smiling, "No, you don't see it.  Don't
confuse what looks nice with what is really important.  You have family,
friends, you are free to do so much.  You are really lucky Nick."

        I had the feeling that Joseph had a lot of things to say that he
wasn't saying, and that I didn't understand.  "So what makes you so
different?"

        Joseph looked at me closely then looked away.  His eyes were shiny.
"I'm just very different from you Nick.  I'm different from most guys.
I... if you really knew me you might not think much of me."

        Joseph looked so sad.  "Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

        Joseph looked back at me and said very softly, "Because I really
like you, and because I wish you were my friend."

        "You are, I am, we are friends," I said.

        "No," Joseph slowly shook his head and his eyes filled with tears.

        "What's the matter?" I asked.

        "You are just too open, too honest.  You see and hear everything, I
can't pretend and play games with you."  Joseph's voice was shaky.

        I was getting very confused and frustrated.  "Joseph," I said, "You
are about the neatest guy I have ever met.  I really would like to be
friends with you.  I don't understand what you are saying."

        Joseph looked at me, looked away, raised his hands then put them
back in his lap.  "It's so hard to tell you.  I want to be truthful with
you but if I am, you will go away."

        The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I began to see where
this might be going.  "Just tell me and see what happens."

        I watched as tears began to pour down Joseph's cheeks.  He held
very still and said in a quiet voice, "I'm gay Nick."  Then he closed his
eyes as if waiting for me to react.

        I felt a chill, my neck felt stiff, and I could hear my heart
pounding in my head.  All I could say was "No shit?"

        Joseph had his head down now and his arms were folded across his
chest.  I could hear him mumble, "I'm sorry."

I could see myself sitting on the floor in the little pump room sobbing
while Jack held me.  I could remember my cold fear when I realized that
Kevin had been watching me as I lay in my bed with my briefs around my
knees.  I knew how it felt to live with the dread that some one was going
to scream out *FAG* at me in front of all my friends, or in front of my
parents, my Mom and Dad who loved me and thought I was their good son,
finding out about my terrible secrets.  I remembered and felt all these
things as I looked at Joseph crumpled in anguish on his nice sofa.  I felt
the hot tears on my own cheeks and was unsure what to do.  I remembered
what Jack had done when I cried out to him that first time.

Kneeling in front of Joseph I wrapped my arms around him and held him as
close as I could over his folded arms.  I pulled his face into my shoulder
and felt him relax a little.

	  I put my mouth next to his ear and whispered, "It's OK Joseph.",
and then he began to break down and sob.  "It's OK.  I know and it's OK."

His tears soaked through the front of the sweatshirt and I could feel his
hot breath bursting out in gasps as he poured out so much fear and shame
and hurt onto my shoulder.  He still had his arms folded tight against his
chest, but he was leaning against me so hard that I knew if I moved he
would tumble forward off the sofa.  So I held him up.

It took a long time for Joseph to cry himself out.  He was a strong person,
reserved, full of self control, and when he let go of his emotions there
was a lot cooped up in there.  I just held him as Jack had held me, not
feeling uncomfortable with his tears and in no hurry to end them.  I
understood now how Jack had felt when I unloaded on him.  It felt pretty
good.

Finally, Joseph stopped and caught his breath.  He sniffed loudly and it
sounded like his nose was stopped up tight.  He took a deep breath, held it
for a moment, then exhaled through his mouth, pursing his lips and making a
whooshing sound.  He wrenched himself out of my arms and leaned heavily
back against the sofa.  His face was wet, his eyes were red and puffy, and
his nose was running big time.  He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket
and wiped his face and blew his nose.  I was still kneeling in front of him
as he looked closely at me.  I sat back on my heels.

        "Why are you crying?" Joseph asked, "This is my little drama."

        "No, it's not just yours." I whispered.

        He stared at me for a minute and knitted his eyebrows together.
"What are you saying?"

        "I'm saying that I understand.  We aren't that different."

        Joseph's eyes widened, "My God, you must be joking.  Tell me you're
joking."  his face softened, "No, tell me you're not joking."

        "I'm not joking Joseph." I said with a little smile.

For the first time Joseph unfolded the arms with which he had held himself
so tightly, and put his hands on each side of my face and used his thumbs
to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

        "My God.  You're telling me that you are gay?  You can't possibly
be gay.  You are a jock, a baseball player, a redheaded baseball player.
You can't possibly be homosexual."

        Now I grinned at him, "Guess again, Sherlock."

        Joseph seemed to be having a hard time dealing with this.  He
looked up at the ceiling and said, "Oh my God, there is a God, and He does
answer prayer."

That struck me as funny and I laughed out loud.  Joseph looked at me and
the tension broke.  We were both laughing at the weird humor of it all.  I
stood up and stretched.

        Joseph motioned to the sofa next to him, "Would you sit with me?"

        "Sure." I said, and flopped down next to him and slid my head under
his arm so that my head was on his shoulder.

        Joseph looked a little surprised and then wrapped his arm around me
and gave me a hug.  "Oh my God." he gasped.

I turned around so I could push my face into his neck and hug him back.  I
could hear Jack's voice in my ear saying `go slow, go slow'.  I felt Joseph
sort of melt and I lifted my face to his and kissed him very softly on the
cheek.  He let out a little moan and shivered.  He turned his face to me
and I kissed his lips We kissed like this for a few minutes.  Joseph
shivered even more.

        I pulled back a couple of inches and looked at him.  He had a very
weird expression on his face.  "Are you OK?" I asked.

        "Yes, yes, but you must understand that I've never done this
before."

        "What have you done?" I asked.

        "Nothing," Joseph said, "Nothing at all - at least not with another
person," and he blushed,

        I dawned on me that Joseph was totally innocent.  "Then how do you
know you're gay?"

        "Oh I know all right.  I can think of nothing else.  Girls don't
interest me at all."

        "You jerk off, right?"

        "Like a fiend"

        "So what do you think about when you jerk off?"

        "Not girls.  I visualize strong muscular athletic young guys.  I
think of doing all sorts of things with them.  It embarrasses me to talk
about it but it's true."  Joseph sighed , "For the past several weeks my
fantasies have been filled with a redheaded baseball player."

        I couldn't help but grin.  "Lately I've been thinking a lot about
tall skinny piano players."

        "Really?"

        "Yeah, really."

        Joseph pursed his lips out and looked thoughtful.  "Actually I was
thinking that it might be time to get to bed."

        "Yeah, me too, I'm pretty tired."

        "Well of course, with your game and all."

        "So the sofa makes into a bed?"

        "Yes, it does.  Here I'll show you." and Joseph jumped up, threw
the sofa cushions off to one side and pulled a handle in the center of the
bottom, pulling out a double bed already made up with sheets and a blanket.
"I have some extra pillows."

        I had to get up for him to open the bed and quickly positioned
myself so that I was pointing up.  Clearly the boxers didn't hold me in
like my briefs did and the tent was pretty obvious.  Joseph took a look and
then looked down at himself.  I followed his eyes and could see that we
shared the same problem.

He took a couple of pillows out of the top of his long closet and tossed
them on the sofa, then excused himself and went into the bathroom.  After
several minutes he returned wearing some striped cotton pajamas.

        "Will you be all right to sleep in the sweats?" he asked.

        "Sure, but I usually just sleep in my underwear."

        "Oh, of course.  Actually, so do I but I thought since you were
here maybe I.... "  He laughed at himself.  "I think I'm being rather
silly, aren't I."

        "Hey, this is your house.  House rules apply my Dad always says."

        "Hmm, well I hope not, this house has too many rules."

        Well," I said, "It's your room.  You can make the rules here."

        Joseph smiled very broadly, "Yes, that's right isn't it.  This is
my little castle."

        I looked around.  "Castle is right.  This is an awesome place."

        Joseph smiled. "Yes it's not your typical teenage bedroom is it?
This originally was my parent's room.  My room was down the hall next to my
sister's bedrooms.  There are 5 bedrooms upstairs including this
one. Mother has problems with her knees and when my sisters were in high
school my father had another master bedroom built onto the back.  My oldest
sister moved in here and after they both left for college I inherited it.
Not bad digs for a kid, eh?"

        "I share a room with my little brother that's a fourth the size of
this one."

        "That's Kevin?" Joseph asked.  "He is a smart one.  It must be nice
having a brother"

        I started to say something smart about him being a nuisance then
thought better of it.  "Yeah, Kevin is OK."  I looked out through the
French doors, "Can you go out there?"

        "Oh yes, it's very nice out there at night.  It will have cooled
off by now."  and he opened a pair of glass doors to the stone balcony and
I followed him out.

It was after midnight now and the air was balmy in the late August night
and filled with the faint sweet scent of flowers.  We walked to the stone
railing and looked out over the terrace below.  The limbs of the big Oaks
were still up above us stirring softly in the night breeze and it felt a
little like we were in a tree house.  There were lights that illuminated
the terrace below but the only light on the balcony came from inside the
bedroom.  We could see out, but we ourselves were hidden from sight.

We stood side by side with our hands on the railing.  Joseph slid his hand
over and put it on top of mine without looking at me.  I turned my hand to
hold his and we stood like that for a minute before I turned towards him.
When he looked at me I kissed him, and we found ourselves in each others
arms.  My hands went up his back under his pajama tops and his slid under
my sweats.

Our tongues met and discussed the position of our teeth.  I could feel his
erection pressing into my stomach slightly above my own and we tested the
feeling of moving them from side to side between us.  I brought my hands
around to his chest and stomach and examined the front of him.  There was
more there than was apparent under his clothes and he was slim and tight
and solid.  He leaned back a little for me to unbutton his pajama tops and
let them slip off his arms to the stone floor.  When he brought his arms up
my sweatshirt came with it and I could feel air cool the sweat that had
formed on my body.

Joseph leaned back a little and we looked at each other for the first time.
What was skinny under his clothing was lean and firm in the flesh, with
broad shoulders and strong arms and shoulders.  No wonder that he could
drive so much sound out of the piano.  His arms extended into long fingers
and there were tufts of dark hair fanning out from his armpits.  A thin
line of dark hair trailed down from his navel to disappear into his pajama
bottoms where a thick mound rose up towards his belly.

He put his hands around my waist and ran them up over my stomach and chest,
passing them back and forth to feel my little 6 pack and the firm pecs that
held out my pink nipples against milk white skin.  He traced my face, my
nose and lips and eyelids with his fingers, then pushed them into my shock
of red hair, grabbing hand fulls of it and pulling gently.

	  "My God," he sighed, "You have orange hair, and your eyes are
green.  You are so beautiful."

With his fingers in my hair he pulled my face to his and kissed me again,
long and slow and fervently, and I met him full and held him close against
me.  For the first time our skin touched and was pressed together.  I could
feel him moving under me, against me, and I gripped his neck and shoulders
from behind and ran my hands over his back.

        Joseph broke off the kiss and laid his cheek on top of my shoulder.
"Oh my God," he sighed.  "This is so much more than I imagined."  I kissed
the side of his neck and traced the long muscle with the tip of my tongue
and smelled something very nice like after shave or maybe cologne.  He
shivered again, and felt limp in my arms.

I slid my hands down the back of his pajama bottoms and felt his ass
cheeks.  They were very smooth and firm, and when he shifted his weight to
his toes they cupped in tightly.  He had on boxers and I slid his PJ
bottoms down over them, squatting down to pull them to the floor where
Joseph stepped out of them and kicked them next to the tops.

Now his cock was arching inside his white boxers just inches from my face.
Joseph looked down at me and steadied himself by placing his hands on my
shoulders.  I reached out and unfastened the top snap on his shorts.  They
popped open revealing a bush of long dark pubic hair.  I passed my
fingertips over it, feeling that it was soft and fine.  When I undid the
other snap, the boxers sprang open and fell away.  They had been held up
only by his erection which was now free to spring forward and touch my
face.

What I saw surprised me.  Joseph was circumcised which I had expected, but
he was large.  If I was 6 inches, he must have been almost 8, and the
thickness was in proportion to the length.  It was big, and very straight.
From the light flowing out from the bedroom, I could see that the skin on
the shaft was a little darker than the rest of him and the head was flared
around the edge and sort of pink.  I brushed the bottom of it across my
lips and it smelled nice.  Not a sweaty dick smell, but a faint smell of
something clean and good, like the cologne I smelled before.

I put my hand under his balls and pulled them forward.  They were loose in
the mild air, and except for a few long straight hairs, were velvety
smooth.  I cupped them in my hand and kissed his scrotum in the middle,
feeling the egg shaped testicles move under my lips.  I looked up at his
dick and saw a glistening drop of precum forming at the tip.  I glanced up
at Joseph and the look on his face told me this was very intense for him.
I heard Jack's voice telling me to go slow.

I put my thumb at the base of Joseph's dick and milked out a long stream of
clear precum which I licked off with my tongue, letting my lips surround
his dick head just for a moment, then I stood up and spread my legs a
little.  Joseph took the hint and pulled a cushioned chair around and sat
on the edge of it so that his face was at my crotch.  I could hear him
muttering what sounded like a little prayer as he loosened the drawstring
on my sweat pants and pulled the top open and slid them down over the
boxers.  I picked up my feet one at a time and let Joseph pull off the
sweats and toss them onto the growing pile of clothing.

My dick lies up flat against my belly when I am very hard so the boxers
showed not so much a tent as a long mound extending almost out through the
top of the shorts.  Joseph pressed the flat of his hand against it and
moved from side to side, feeling another boy's hard cock for what I assumed
was the first time.  He unsnapped the top fastener and the boxers popped
open revealing most of my hard dick.  He traced it with his finger and then
opened the other snap.  The boxers had nothing else to hang on to and fell
to the floor.  My dick didn't move from its position tight against my
belly.

        Joseph ran his fingers through my orange pubic hair, then put his
hand against my naked white dick and moved it up and down, pulling the
foreskin with it.  He gently took my dick in his fingers and pulled it away
from my stomach, and pulled down on the shaft, retracting the foreskin to
reveal my purple dick head.  "Oh my God," he whispered.

        "What's the matter?" I asked.

        "Nothing is the matter, I just never saw a penis that was all there
before.  It's just beautiful," and he pulled the foreskin up and down
several more times watching it roll over the head.  Finally he pressed his
face into it, breathing deeply.  "Oh, you have a smell."

        "I'm sorry, I showered."

        "No, no, not a bad smell, but your own smell, a Nick smell."
Joseph looked up at me very tenderly, "It's a wonderful smell," and we both
laughed.

        I put my hands under Joseph's arms and lifted him to his feet.  "I
want you against me," I said, and took him in my arms.  We held each other
close and kissed for a long time, our hands exploring each others backs and
shoulders and butts.  The night wind rustled softly in the trees and we
could feel the air move over our naked bodies, flowing between us when we
parted for a moment, lifting our hair a little.  There was a sweet scent in
the breeze and we were melted together like one body in two parts.  It was
very nice.

After awhile we sort of migrated to the bed.  I got in and Joseph picked up
the clothing from the balcony and closed the doors, then turned out the
lights.  When he slipped into the big bed we were both naked between the
clean white sheets.

        "I don't have to sleep on the sofa?" I asked.

        "No, not tonight." Joseph whispered.  He moved over and lay on his
side, slid one arm under my head and put the other on my chest, my arm went
around his waist.  "You know, this is my first time ever to do anything
with anybody."

        "How does it feel?" I asked.

        He kissed me on top of my shoulder.  "It feels right.  I have
dreamed of being with someone since I realized that I had a sexuality, and
I hoped it would be with someone that was really nice."  He kissed my
shoulder again.  "I think my dreams have come true."

I felt a stab of guilt.  I thought about Carlos, and Tony.  I thought about
the man in the red speedos and felt a sense of shame.  Joseph was so
innocent and sweet, and I was -- well, promiscuous.  I sighed and started
to say something but Joseph stopped me.

        "Don't tell me anything you don't want me to know." he said softly,
and kissed my shoulder one more time.  "Past and future really don't
matter, just the present."

	  I felt strange and realized that my eyes were filled with tears.
I had been forgiven for sins unknown by one who barely knew me.  I looked
over at Joseph and he smiled and wiped the tears from my cheeks.  " I think
I love you," I said, "I mean really."

        Joseph kissed me on the end of my nose and said, "I think I have a
serious thing for redheaded baseball players."  And then he kissed me on
the lips, and I turned towards him and we began to make love to each other.

It wasn't hot and passionate as much as sweet and tender.  There was
nothing coarse about Joseph, and I had Jack's voice in my ear.  We held
each other and kissed for a long time.  Our hands found everything and our
bodies were pressed close together when both of us finally emptied
ourselves onto the other.  Joseph cried, and I held him, and he was OK with
it, just overcome.  We fell asleep in each others arms.

When I opened my eyes, the morning sun was pouring in through the big
French doors and Joseph was laying on his side with his head propped up on
his hand looking at me.  I took a deep breath, stretched, and reached over
to run my finger down his chest.

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


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