Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2015 18:03:35 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nick's Story - Chapter 11

Nick's Story -- Chapter 11

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, Nick Brady, all rights reserved.

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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 ran my finger
down his chest.  He didn't move but he smiled at me.  I lightly traced
around the few dark hairs that grew around his nipples with my fingertip,
pressing them down against his chest and watching them spring back up when
my finger passed over them.  The hair was very fine and his nipples
tightened up and got stiff as I traced around them.  I noticed that there
was another circle of tiny bumps that rose up around the center nipple and
I could see his skin tense up a little with the tickling sensation.

        "Who are you and what are you doing in my bed?" Joseph asked with a
little smile.

        "I was invited" I answered, returning his smile.  "Your alarm clock
says almost 7:30, when do we have to get up?

        "I have to be ready to leave for church at 10:00.  We should be
dressed and down stairs by 9:00."

        "That means we have an hour and a half to do... whatever."

        Joseph straightened the arm that was holding up his head and laid
his ear down on it.  His other arm reached over to me and took a fist full
of my hair and tugged on it.  "My God, you have orange hair and green
eyes."

        "And you have a red titty," Pinching his nipple and making him jump
back.

        "Ouch, those are sensitive." he said and pulled my head forward by
the handful of hair..

I pounced on him and tried to pin him down to the mattress as he quickly
struggled to turn out from under me.  We wrestled around like that for
several minutes, laughing and making a mess of the bed sheets.  Joseph was
a lot stronger than I realized, especially his hands.  He had a grip like a
vise.

Eventually I managed to sit astride his waist and press his wrists down
next to his head and hold him still.  He laughed and struggled a little,
not really trying very hard to get free then went limp, looking up at me.
I was sitting across his stomach, we were both still naked from the night
before, and both were hard again.  We had been wrestling and laughing like
little kids but now his smile faded and his face took on a more serious
look.

        "If it isn't too much trouble, could you possibly kiss me again
please?" he asked quietly.

I tried to think of something smart to say but couldn't, so just bent
forward and pressed my lips to his.  Our mouths opened a bit so that our
tongues could taste each other.  I let go of Joseph's wrists and slid my
hands under his shoulders so that he could wrap his arms around me and draw
me close.  I was aware of his warm body stretching under me, the skin soft
and smooth over his tight lean frame.  But I was more interested in the way
his mouth felt, and we experimented with making our lips soft and then
firm, with opening them wide so that our breathing was mixed together, or
holding them close together so that we could create a suction inside our
mouths.  It was so interesting to try all the possibilities.

All the time our mouths were involved with these experiments our hands were
searching out the shape and form of each other, the roundness of shoulders,
the firmness of muscle, the stiffness of bone and sinew.  Joseph was maybe
6 inches taller than I was and that translated itself into longer bones and
fingers, to greater distances between shoulder and elbow and wrist, in a
longer path for my hands to cover from neck to sternum to navel to cock.
His shoulders were wider then mine and his waist longer but no thicker so
that when I looked down on him from an altitude of 2 feet away, his body
fanned out from his hips to a wide flat expanse of chest and shoulder.

Other than a spray of dark hair peeking out from under his arm pits, and
the fine hairs that encircled his nipples, he was smooth and flawless.  But
beginning at his belly button was a thin trail leading down to a thicket of
pubic hair that spread into a triangle and wrapped itself around his cock,
ending at each side of his smooth scrotum.

Pointing up from his hairless balls was a long straight dick whose foreskin
had been neatly removed leaving a faint ring of darker skin just beneath
the head.  His penis was longer than mine by almost 2 inches, and a little
thicker, but straight and smooth from the base to where it joined his cock
head.  The piss tube ran straight up from somewhere under his balls to the
grove that separated the bottom of his cock head, then emerged from the
slit at the tip of his dick with a little drip proof spout at the end.

Tracing the length of the tube with my finger tip made it very hard and
there were a pair of little grooves at each side of the tube that
delineated it from the round shaft.  The skin below the dark line was loose
and relaxed as if someone had been careful not to remove too much and leave
him stretched overly tight when hard.  Joseph was fair but a little darker
than me.

Rising up into a sitting position as if on a pony, I positioned our balls
close together and brought our dicks up so that they were aligned with each
other, much like two boys placing the heels of their hands together to see
whose fingers were the longest.  Joseph bested me in both categories, but
envied my foreskin which he loved to play with, pulling it up and down and
twirling it around in his fingers.  In turn, I was fascinated with a cock
that was eight inches long.  While Joseph's long fingers and strong hands
made my dick look smaller than it was, so my smaller hands could both fit
around his hard cock, making it look even longer.

We played like this for some time.  Not driving towards a sexual climax as
much as exploring and enjoying each others bodies.  It was as if I wanted
to know every part of Joseph, to memorize each detail so I would have him
in my mind from that time forward.  I think Joseph was doing the same thing
because he kept his eyes open all the time and looked at me closely.  He
took my hands and held the fingers apart, tracing up and down each one,
testing the thickness of my fingernails and examining the palms of my hands
to see how the creases ran and testing to see how much flexibility was in
my fingers and my wrists.  He ran his hands over my shoulders and chest and
stomach as if to see where the muscles were the thickest, tracing the
outline of my pecs and abs, massaging my arms and legs to find what was
hidden beneath my skin.  I think we both wanted to know each other as
intimately as possible and were memorizing our bodies.

The night before we had held and kissed each other very tenderly and both
climaxed against the other.  There were many more possibilities that Joseph
and I could share with each other.  Even if I were the first to be with
Joseph, he was not the first for me and he knew that.

        "I don't know much." Joseph reflected.  "About sex I mean."

        "That's OK," I assured him, "It's easy to learn."

        "I would need a good teacher." he said with a catch in his voice,
"I'm a little afraid, Nick."

It began to dawn on me just how inexperienced Joseph really was, and how
much he trusted me.  Here was a boy whose whole life was made up of
discipline and self control, and he was putting everything in my hands.
Surely he must love me to give himself to me like this.

        "Don't be afraid, Joseph." I almost whispered, "We have lots of
time to learn about each other.  It's OK to go slow."

I smoothed his hair back from his face and brought my hands down over his
shoulders then across his chest.  I turned so that my face was at his hip,
and his was at mine.  Leaning forward I kissed the base of his dick just
where it disappeared into his scrotum, and moved my face from side to side
taking in his scent.  I ran my hand over his pubic hair and pressed his
cock between my lips and the back of my hand, sliding my partly opened
mouth up and down the length of him making a small wet trail with the tip
of my tongue.  I could feel him shudder and let out a long sigh.

I tipped his cock forward and slid my open mouth over it, sucking as I
descended toward his belly and pulling him inside.  Once I had as much of
him in my mouth as I could take, I moved my tongue in a circle around his
dick and nodded my head in and out a little.  Joseph moaned and turned
towards me.  First I felt his hand on my hip, then felt it slide over to my
pubes and hold my cock away from my stomach.  He kissed my cock on the
head, then cautiously licked it a few times.  I pulled almost off of him
then took him back into my throat as far as I could.  At that he lost his
reserve and took me in his mouth, sucking me as best as he could.  I could
feel him pull off and draw my foreskin back then lick my head and suck me
in his mouth again.  After a few minutes he seemed to relax some and we
began to mimic each others movements.

I tried to figure out how to relax my throat and get all of him inside me
just for a moment before I had to draw back, then take him in again.
Joseph was now sucking me in earnest, using his lips to manipulate my
foreskin while he rolled my balls around in his long fingers.  What had
begun as a cautious experiment was now full blown passion.  We were inside
each other, joined together as one body, pulling each other closer and
tighter in breathless ecstasy.

        Joseph pulled his head back and gasped, "Nick, stop before I cum in
your mouth!"

My response was to grip his ass cheeks tighter, locking him into my face as
I moved my head up and down on his dick as fast as I could.  He took me
back in his mouth and tried to duplicate my movement while I moved my hips
in time with his motion.  He moaned loudly and froze with his hips thrust
forward and my dick gripped tightly in his mouth as he began to cum in long
spurts.  I could feel his dick pulse inside my mouth and felt the head grow
very rigid and slippery with his sperm.  The volume of his semen choked me
a little and I was not able to swallow it all but let it flow out of my
mouth and down the sides of his dick onto the white sheets.  When I felt
him shoot I began to do the same.

I could feel my spooge rip out of my piss tube and flood his mouth.  Joseph
tried to swallow the unfamiliar fluid and immediately choked and coughed,
spraying white sperm all over my balls and thighs.  He pulled back but
continued to work me with one hand and grip my balls with the other.  I
kept working on him, milking up the long shaft until I sucked out and
swallowed all his sweet load.  Joseph coughed once more then held me tight,
pressing his face into my hip and gasping with pleasure.

        Finally I stopped for breath when I felt him begin to soften.
"Joseph!"  I panted, "Are you OK?"  I looked down at him as he wiped my cum
from his face.

        "Oh!"  He gasped, "Oh my God!"

        I flipped over so that I was face to face with him, and wiped his
face and neck with my hands.  "I'm sorry man, are you OK?"

        "OK?"  he burst out laughing, "No I'm not OK, I am fantastic!  That
was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced.  Oh God Nick, thank
you!" and he laughed and giggled and gasped for breath.

        He made me feel like I had just given him an indescribable gift,
and it filled me with a deep love for him.  I wrapped my arms around him
and held him close while he kissed my neck again and again.  "I love you
Nicky, I really love you" he said.

        I tried to answer and found I had trouble speaking.  Finally I
choked out, "I love you too Joseph.  I don't know how to say the way I
feel.  I love you doesn't sound good enough."

        Joseph kissed me softly then laid his head on a pillow and looked
at me.  "It sounds good enough to me.  It sounds wonderful."  Then he
looked thoughtful, "Do you really mean it Nick?  I mean...?"

I knew what he was asking.  Maybe this was just part of the game.  He
hadn't played this game before and didn't know what to think.

        I pulled his arm to me and took his hand in mine, "Yes Joseph, I
really mean it.  I never met anybody like you, I never felt this way about
anybody else.  I can't imagine ever feeling this way about anybody else
again.  I'm probably too young to say anything is forever, maybe saying I
love you sounds kind of dumb, but I really mean it."

        Joseph sighed and relaxed and looked reassured.  "I believe you
Nicky.  You are too open to be very good at telling lies.  It's one of the
few things you aren't very good at.  But I know how I feel about you and
it's hard to believe that you feel the same way about me.  That just works
out too nicely.  I'm not used to it."

        I had to laugh.  "Really?  That's the way I feel too.  Maybe we
should just kinda go with it."


        "That works for me Nicky."  he nodded, then he corrected himself,
"I mean Nick, I'm sorry.  You probably don't care much for Nicky."

        "That's OK." I grinned, "There are two people in the world who call
me Nicky.  One is my Mom, and the other is Jack.  Now there are three."

        "Oh, then I am in good company.  But I'll be careful where I say
it."  Then he looked at the clock, "It's after 8:30.  We need to get
dressed, and I think we should bathe."

        "Really.  We're pretty rank."  Then I thought of the big tub.
"That could be fun."

We padded into the bathroom and Joseph turned on the shower.  There was
plenty of room for both of us and we soaped up and turned the shower heads
so that we each had one.  Still we were close enough together that we
couldn't have avoided slipping against each other even if we had tried.

        Joseph picked up the bottle of shampoo and asked, "Would you like
for me to wash your hair?'

        I said "Sure." turned around and leaned my head back.  He squeezed
some shampoo into his hand and worked it into my hair, rubbing my scalp
with his strong fingers.  "Oh man.  That feels good." I said.

        "I love your red hair, your green eyes," Joseph said, "Everything
about you is filled with color and light.  You are so beautiful."  He
pointed the shower head at me and rinsed the soap out of my hair, using his
hands to guide the water over my head and shoulders and back.  After a
minute he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into his embrace,
"I love everything about you."

        I covered his arms with mine and leaned back into him as he kissed
the tops of my shoulders.  Then he pulled away and reminded me, "My turn."

He turned his back to me and handed me the shampoo bottle.  I pointed it at
the top of his head and squirted some in his brown hair and tried to scrub
his head as he had mine.  I looked at his wide shoulders and narrow waist.
He looked so much stronger naked then when he was dressed.

        "Joseph, you are really a nice looking guy, you know?  Don't sell
yourself short."  I rinsed him off and turned him around.  I ran my hands
across his chest and down his stomach.  "Don't you ever look at yourself?
You look really good."

        Joseph smiled and looked very pleased.  "You are too kind. Now we
had better get dressed and go downstairs or Mother will come and fetch us."

We dried off and Joseph found some khaki trousers and a dark green knit
shirt that I could wear.  They fit OK although the pants were a little
long.  The shoes were a problem.  His feet were about two sizes bigger than
mine and the shoes I had worn to the baseball game were filthy so I
couldn't very well wear them.  He found some loafers that were too small
for him and with two pair of socks they flopped a little but stayed on my
feet.

Joseph put on some brown dress slacks and a camel colored sweater over a
white shirt.  The collar showed at the neck and I thought he looked very
elegant.  At 9:00 on the dot we clumped downstairs for breakfast.

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Mrs. Anderson was in the kitchen when we walked in.  There was a long
counter that angled out from one wall.  On it were a variety of sweet rolls
and fruit on a round platter, a pitcher of milk and another of orange juice
next to some nice glasses.  In front of the counter was a row of tall
padded stools.

        "Well good morning boys, I thought I was going to have to send out
a search party for you two."  she said.  "It's very nice to see you again
Nick.  I'm so glad you could visit."

        "Thank you very much Mrs. Anderson.  It's nice of you to have me."
I replied, remembering Mom's warning that I should be on my best behavior.

        "You're very welcome Nick. It's not often Joseph has friends over
and I am very pleased to have you. Joseph has told us that you are rather a
fine baseball player."

        "Not good enough," I admitted, "We got beat last night."

        "Nick played very well."  Joseph said loyally.

        "All you can do is your best."  Mrs. Anderson said brightly.  "Now
please help yourselves, I know you boys are hungry.  Alice left us a lovely
tray of pastries."

        "Yes Ma'am!"  I replied, and grabbed a couple of the rolls.  They
looked good, like pinwheels covered with fancy toppings.  "What are these?"

        "Just some Danish."  Mrs. Anderson answered, then she asked, "I
believe school is starting tomorrow, where will you attend classes?"

        "Edison High School."  I said.

  	  Joseph looked up at me quickly as his mother remarked, "Really?
Joseph goes there too, how nice."

        "Yes," Joseph said, "How very nice.  Is this your first year at
Edison?  I swear I've never seen you there before."

        "Yeah, it's my first year."  I said, "I'll be a 9th grader, a
Freshman."

        "And I will be a Sophomore."  Joseph's eyes brightened, "We'll be
going to school together."

        "Cool.  We'll see each other every day."

        "That would depend on our schedules."  he cautioned, "Edison is a
big school."

        We were interrupted as Joseph's father walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning darling."  Mrs. Anderson said, "You remember Nick don't you?"

        "Yes, you were at Joseph's recital I believe, and the picnic.  How
are you?"  said Dr. Anderson, extending his hand.

        "Fine sir, thank you."  I replied, standing and shaking his hand.

        "I'm sorry I can't stay, but I have to meet some gentlemen."  He
gave Mrs. Anderson a quick kiss on the cheek, and left.

        I sat back down.  "Gee, doctors are busy all the time."

        Joseph smiled and looked at his mother as she said, "He is going to
the golf course actually.  But you're quite right, he is busy.  He deserves
to play on his day off."

        "Well, I'll leave you boys to the Danish while I dress for church.
Will you be joining us?"  she asked.

        "Yes Ma'am.  Jack will give me a ride home from there."

        Joseph's mother left the kitchen and Joseph turned to me with a
smile, "We'll be going to the same school.  That's wonderful."

        "Really!  But is it so big we'll never see each other?" I asked.

        Joseph looked thoughtful.  "We might not run into each other at
class but we can plan to meet somewhere."

        "Maybe we can eat lunch together."

        "If we have the same lunch period.  They stagger the lunches.
There is a flagpole out in front where I meet mother.  Look for me there
right after school."

        "OK.  I don't know how much time I'll have though.  I'm riding a
school bus."

        "I'll get there as soon as I can, I do want to see you."

When Mrs. Anderson came back to the kitchen she was wearing a very nice
dress, sort of gray with a white collar and a pearl necklace.  I thought
she looked really classy.  We followed her out the other door of the
kitchen into the garage. There was room for two cars but only one was
there.  I remembered that Dr. Anderson had gone to the golf course. She
pressed a button on the wall and the double garage door began to open and I
could see a huge black Lincoln.  Joseph got into the front seat with his
mother and I climbed into the back.  The whole car smelled great from the
gray leather seats.  Fancy lights and switches were all over everywhere and
a big arm rest was in the center of the back seat.  There was plenty of
room to stretch out my legs and I leaned back like I was in an easy chair.

        "This is NICE!" I exclaimed.  Mrs. Anderson glanced at me in the
rear view mirror and Joseph looked back and smiled, but neither of them
said anything.

I realized that they were accustomed to the big car and it wasn't a big
deal to them.  I remembered Jack apologizing to Joseph for his old truck
and now understood why.  I had the feeling that Joseph took a lot of these
things for granted but didn't seem to attach much importance to them.  We
lived in different worlds.

We got to church a little early and went to a big room Joseph called the
Parish Hall.  There was coffee and juice and some cookies but I had pigged
out on the sweet rolls at the Anderson's and wasn't interested in them.

        "This is a nice church."  I commented to both of them.

        "Thank you."  Mrs. Anderson replied, "I've been a member here since
I was a little girl.  My parents attended here."

        Mrs. Anderson started talking to some other people and Joseph said
to me, "There aren't a great many people here our age.  It's an older
congregation.  But there is a little youth group that does some fun things,
and some of us sing in the choir."

        I looked at Joseph.  "Do you sing too?  You do everything."

        Joseph laughed, "I have to compensate for my lack of athleticism
somehow.  Actually, singing is very important to me as a musician.  My
serious interest is with the piano but it is vocal music that gives me a
sense of voice.  The piano has a voice too, and singing helps me to feel
it."

        I looked at Joseph and realized that I had very little idea what he
was talking about.  "Cool."

People started leaving the big room and we joined them and went into the
church.  Jack was where the Andersons usually sat and we joined him.
Although there had been a lot of chatter in the Parish Hall, now that we
were in the church it was very quiet.  The walls were of some kind of gray
stone and the ceiling was arched over tall columns.  It was a pretty place
with lots of stained glass windows.  This was my third visit and I was
beginning to liked it.

The organ music started and the long procession came in just like before.
And just like before I could never predict when we were going to stand or
sit or kneel, but it was nice.  While the ushers passed the collection
plate the choir sang something really pretty.  I hadn't heard it before but
it sounded kind of like some of the music Joseph played at his recital.
Sure enough there were several teenagers in the choir.

        I leaned over and whispered to Joseph, "Didn't you say you sang in
the choir?"

        He whispered back, "I usually do but I wanted to sit with you." and
he smiled and bumped my leg with his knee.  It made me blush.

Near the end of the service everyone started going up to the front and
kneeling down.  When the ushers came to our row Jack, Joseph, and his
mother stood to go up and Joseph motioned for me to join them but I shook
my head.  I didn't know what was going on and didn't want to mess up.  They
went up and waited until there was room at the altar rail then knelt down
and the minister came and gave them something.  I realized then what they
were doing but at my church they passed around trays with little cups of
grape juice and crackers.

Finally the service ended and the man shouted Alleluia and everybody
shouted Alleluia back.  I did too.  It thought it was fun to yell in
church.  We waited in line to shake hands with the minister on the way out.

        "That was neat." I said to Joseph, "and the choir was really good."

        "Do you sing?"  he asked.

        "Who me?  I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket."

        "Don't you ever sing along to a song you know when it plays on the
radio?" Joseph asked.

        "Well yes, but that's different"

        "Not really."  Joseph assured me, "It's the same as singing along
with a choir.  It's just a matter of learning the song."

        Jack was walking along next to us and laughed.  "If you start
singing in the choir Nick, I'll sit on the front row."

We shook hands with the preacher and I thanked Mrs. Anderson very politely
and said good bye to Joseph.  We looked at each other for a moment then he
stuck out his hand.

        "I hope we can do this again sometime.  See you tomorrow at
school?"

        "You can bet on that.  See you tomorrow."  I said, shaking his
hand.

Joseph gave me an odd expression and that little hint of a bow that he did
sometimes.  He turned and walked away with his mother and I followed Jack
to his truck.

        "How did it go?"  asked Jack.

        I opened my mouth and closed it again..  "It was really great.  I
don't know how to describe it."  I looked Jack in the eye when we got into
the truck.  "Thanks for introducing us.  We would never have met if you
hadn't.  Joseph is.... really neat."

        "Yeah?  I thought you two would hit it off."

        I gave Jack kind of a crooked smile as he started back to the
apartment, "We hit it off really good!"


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


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