Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2015 17:16:04 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 21

Nick's Story -- Chapter 21

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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We stepped into the shower to wash off the spunk.  Joseph washed my hair
with the nice shampoo and soaped me off with a washcloth.  I took my turn
and did the same for him.  We had just gotten off with each other and were
hungry besides so did not engage in any extracurricular activities.  We
dried off and put on our same clothes then ran downstairs to see what was
for dinner.

Alice had fried up a chicken and made potato salad and garlic toast.  It
smelled great.

	"Maybe this is not such a healthy dinner but I know what boys like
and it is just you boys tonight."  She said.

	Joseph smiled at her.  "Yes, you know what we like and I will tell
you what I would like.  I would like for the three of us to eat here in the
kitchen."

	"No, I can't eat with you.  Your mother would not like that
Joseph."

	"My mother isn't here tonight and I would really like for you to
join us."  He said.  "It's just us boys."  When Alice hesitated he opened a
cabinet and took out 3 plates and started to put them on the kitchen table.

	"No Joseph, let me do that."  She took the plates and quickly set 3
places.  "You're gonna get me in trouble."  She said but looked pleased.

Soon the food was on the small kitchen table and we sat down together.  It
was delicious, fresh and hot.  Alice was a terrific cook.

	"I don't suppose you know any more than you did this afternoon do
you?"  Joseph asked.

	Alice shook her head.  "No, your father is not come home and only
he knows I think."

	Joseph looked at me and asked, "How is your chicken?"

	"Great!"  I said, licking my fingers.  "You are a terrific cook
Alice."

	"Thank you Nick."  She said.

	"This is not the first time I have eaten your cooking."  I added.

	"Yes, of course I know that.  Joseph talks about you all the time."

	There was some chicken left but I had eaten more than my share.  "I
think I better get home pretty soon or my mother will worry about me."

	"Yes, Joseph tells me about how nice is your family.  He says you
are a lucky boy."

	I laughed, "He tells me that too.  And he's right.  I am lucky to
have a nice family."  Then I wasn't sure that sounded right under the
circumstances.

	Joseph rescued me, "It is getting late and I think we should take
Nicky home so he doesn't have to ride his bicycle in the dark.  Do you
mind, Alice?"

	"No of course not.  But don't you want some more chicken before you
go Nick?"  She insisted.

	"Thank you, but I am about to bust."  I protested.

We all stood and Alice quickly cleared the table.  We walked out to the
garage, opened the electric door and Joseph slid my bike into the back
seat.  Both of us easily sat in front with Alice.  I thought of sitting
three abreast in the front seat of Jack's old truck and laughed to myself.

Joseph gave directions to my apartment and had her pull around to the back
so I could stash my bike in our shed.  I locked the door then turned to
Joseph who had helped me unload the bike.

	"Thanks for dinner."  I said.

	"Thank you Nicky, for everything.  I don't think I could have made
it through today without you."

	"I imagine you could have.  You're tougher than you let on to be."
I told him.  I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Goodnight Joseph.  I
love you."

	"Goodnight Nicky, I love you too."  And he slipped into the Lincoln
and they drove away.

I went in through the back door and decided it was not too late to check on
Jack.  I ran up the stairs and saw that there was some light coming out
from under his door so I knocked.  I heard his feet hit the floor and the
door swung open.

	"Hey!"  I said.

	"Come in kiddo.  What brings you here?"

	"I had to check to see why you weren't in church this morning."  I
teased.

	"What, are you taking attendance?" he bantered.  "Come in and sit
down."

	"No, but I kind of wanted to talk to you.  Me and Joseph had a hell
of a day."

I told him about Joseph being upset at church, and how his mother got
arrested for drunk driving and never came home, and his father tried to
bail her out and was real angry, and how Alice had to tell him about his
mom and everything that happened.  I tried to keep it short but there was a
lot to tell.

	Jack listened patiently and looked concerned.  "You guys did have a
rough day.  How is Joseph?"

	"I think he is OK.  He was upset at first but sort of recovered
after a little while.  I think it helped that he had a friend there with
him."

	"That would be you?"  Jack asked.

	"Yup.  I kinda helped him through it."

	Jack nodded.  "That's what friends are for."

	"So what we were wondering was what is going to happen to his
mother?  I mean his father will get her out of jail tomorrow but then what?
I guess she is an alcoholic.  What will they do with her?"

	Jack asked, "Was this the first time she got stopped for driving
drunk?"

	"No, I think she had been caught like 5 times before this."

	"Wow, no wonder they put her in jail.  She is in serious trouble.
Money and social status will only get you so many free passes."

	"So what's going to happen to her?"  I asked.

	"That's up to the court but I wouldn't be surprised if they did
some sort of court ordered rehab program followed by mandatory AA
meetings."

	"Uh, like, what is rehab, what is AA?"

	"Sorry.  Rehab is rehabilitation, a treatment facility where they
help you recover from addiction - drugs, alcohol, whatever.  AA is
Alcoholics Anonymous where people meet together to help each other with
recovery.  Some people volunteer to get help and some are ordered by the
court.  Maybe there are other ways to get sober but that's how most people
go about it."

	"OK then, I guess we have to wait and see."  I stood up to leave.
"It is getting late.  I better get back."

	"By the way, Tony and Carlos are in the Tulsa Boys Home and already
back in school.  That's the best place for them I think."  Jack said.
"Actually I spent the morning talking to their brother Pablo."

	I nodded, "Kevin told me that he had seen them at school.  He said
that the kids were glad to see them, that the word was that their father
was making them do sex stuff.  He said most kids felt bad for them and were
sympathetic."

	Jack nodded and walked me to the door.  "Joseph needs a friend
right now.  Help him through this thing with his mother, OK?.  Goodnight
Nicky."

I went downstairs to our apartment and let myself in the door.  It was not
that late but quiet in the house.  I went into our bedroom and found Kevin
stretched out on his bed in his briefs and a t-shirt reading a paperback.
I wasn't sure I would know him without a book in his hand.

	"Hey, what's new?"  I asked, sitting on my bed to kick off my shoes
and socks.

	Kevin laid the book upside down on his chest.  "Nothing new that I
haven't already told you.  What's new with you.  How is Joseph's mother?"

	"Man, that's messed up."  I told him about her getting arrested and
is likely going to have to go to a treatment center and all the same things
I told Jack.  Plus I told him what Jack said about rehab places and AA.  We
agreed that it would be best for all of Joseph's family in the long run.

	Kevin took that all in and considered it.  "What if she doesn't
want to agree to that stuff?"

	I told him, "I think it is an alternative to going to jail."

	"Oh."  He said.  "That could be an incentive."

	I laughed.  "It would be for me."

	"That's going to be tough on Joseph."  Kevin conjectured.  "I guess
it depends on how she takes it."

	"Well, excuse me."  He said and went into the bathroom, closed the
door and I could hear him peeing and brushing his teeth through the door.
In a minute or two he came in, stretched out on his bed and picked up his
book again. I was ready for bed myself so said good night and grabbed some
clean underwear, went in and did my own peeing and brushing.  I decided I
wanted another shower.

After adjusting the temperature to suit myself I stepped in and let the
warm water pour over my head and shoulders, and down over my body.  It felt
good to run my hands over my face, neck, body, down under my balls and
rubbing my crack and asshole, letting the tip of my finger slip inside.  My
dick began to swell so I pulled back on my foreskin and let the warm water
splash on the head.  That felt good so I turned up the hot side a little
and it felt even better.

The shower head was attached to the tub spout with a hose which could be
unhooked from the wall and held in the hand.  Using this I directed the
spray to my dick and balls, then spreading my legs and squatting a bit, to
my crack and ass, then standing again to over my head and shoulders and
back down to my crotch.  It occurred to me that with enough time and hot
water I could probably get off this way.  Unfortunately I could feel the
water begin to cool off and decided to make it fast before I ended up with
a cold shower.

I grabbed the soap and washed and rinsed quickly then wrapped my hand
around my hard dick and began to stroke vigorously.  The water was now a
little lower than the temperature of my skin, so that every time my
foreskin slid back from the head of my dick I felt a splash of cool water
followed immediately by a layer of warmer skin.  It took only a minute of
this and my white spunk was circling the drain.

I pulled a clean towel from the shelf and dried off while standing in the
tub.  It felt good to rub the rough towel briskly over my skin.  Ours were
not like the fluffy soft towels in Joseph's bathroom, but in a way I liked
these better, just because they were rough.

When I stepped out of the tub I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a
lean boy with red-orange hair and pubes, and bright pink skin with little
brown freckles dotted around.  I was not in the habit of staring at myself
in the mirror so took a good look and noticed a few changes.

My hair was as bright and unruly as ever but my pubic hair had progressed
from an orange fringe to a small but respectable bush.  My cock which was
covered with an overhang of loose puckered foreskin was a bit longer and
thicker, perhaps from the exercise I had just given it.  My chest, arms,
and shoulders were noticeably thicker, not NFL style massive, but fuller
than when I last checked. The abs were flat, firming to a nice little
6-pack when I tensed them.  Looking down at my legs I saw thick thighs and
well-defined calves as a result of a lot of bicycle riding.

Not bad, I thought, respectable you might say.  Jack had told me it was
important to like yourself.  I realized I could be a little thick headed
sometimes but at least I looked OK.

By the time I came back into the bedroom, Kevin had turned out his light,
pulled up the covers and appeared to be asleep.  It only took a minute for
me to do the same.

School on Monday was the same as every other day except that we got mid
term grade slips to take home to parents for their signatures.  I had all
A's and B's even bring up my English grade from a C to a B.  I was golden,
not as good as straight A Kevin but good enough to keep me out of trouble.
I was held up in 6th hour PE and made it to the flag pole too late to speak
to Joseph but rode on over to see what was new with him, if anything.

When I pulled into his driveway there was a small blue Mercedes coupe
parked in front of the garage.  I recognized it as his father's car and
from what Joseph had told me about him I decided that this might not be a
good time to visit, so I rode on.  I didn't want to call his house because
I couldn't be sure who would answer so would have to wait until Tuesday to
find out anything.

I rode back to our apartment and noticed that Jack's truck was not in the
parking lot so I couldn't bug him.  There was nothing else to do but join
Kevin on the sofa.  We exchanged the usual greeting and I joined him in
watching a rerun of Gunsmoke.  I showed him my grade slips and he grinned
and gave me a thumbs up.  I leaned back and wondered how Tony was doing.

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Meanwhile, just a few miles away, Tony had come back to the Tulsa Boys Home
from School.  He had only been there for a week but decided it wasn't all
that bad.  He had a clean place to sleep and the food was pretty good.
Some of the boys his age were cool.  There were some older boys who looked
like they could be bullies but he knew how to avoid them or deal with them
if he had to.  Tony was not the best student in school but he had plenty of
street smarts.  He was a nice looking 12 year old Mexican boy with a
winning smile.  If he could not charm his way out of a problem he know how
to kick a bully in the balls and run.

He had been sent to the Tulsa Boys Home as a ward of the court.  His father
had abused and molested him and his 3 older brothers beginning when they
were little and brought them to the US from Mexico about 3 years ago.  Once
here their father expected them to sell sex to men for cash and bring him
the money.  If they failed to do so he would discipline them by beating
them with a wide belt.

Tony didn't mind the sex part so much, in fact he liked it unless the men
were too rough with him, but he hated his father and his belt.  When Tony
was arrested for propositioning an undercover cop in the park that ran
between the Arkansas River and Riverside Drive he told the police about his
father and was sent to the Boys Home along with his 14 year old brother
Carlos.  His 16 year old brother Juan and 18 year old brother Pablo were
living together in an apartment while Pablo was a student at the University
of Tulsa.  The boys were trying as best they could to make a better life
for themselves.

His father was still in jail and would probably be deported much to Tony's
satisfaction.  The thing he feared the most was if he was given back to his
father who would almost certainly beat him to death.  But for the time
being he was safe.

Before his arrest he and his brother Carlos had memberships in the downtown
YMCA and enjoyed swimming in the big pool.  It was an indulgence that his
father considered a business investment as it was a way for the boys to
attract male clients.  Tony thought about his friend Nick, who he had met
at the YMCA through Carlos.  Carlos had jerked off with Nick in the pool
but did not enjoy boy to boy sex as much as Tony and had declined to do
more with Nick.  Tony however found Nick very attractive and they had
several adventures.  Tony's concern at the moment was that he rather liked
sex with men and boys but had not been able to enjoy that for over a week.
He was horny, and in his new surroundings was closely monitored and had not
decided on a safe way to even masturbate.  After returning to the Home from
school he needed to pee and slipped into the bathroom to relieve the
pressure in his bladder.

The bathrooms were made to accommodate a dozen boys at a time.  Along one
side were a line of 6 urinals and 4 stalls with toilets.  Across the other
side was a long counter top with washbasins and a mop sink at the end.
Across the far wall was a gang shower with 4 large shower heads and a step
entrance to keep water from running out from the shower area.

Tony stepped to the center urinal and opened his fly to take a pee.  As he
stood there a tall skinny boy with short brown hair and tan skin came in
apparently to also pee.  The natural thing for most boys to do is to place
an empty urinal between them and the next person if space permitted.  But
this boy moved to the urinal next to Tony, pulled out his dick and flopped
it up and down, looking down at Tony while he shook himself.

	"Hi, My name is Jase."  He said.

Tony kept his head down and said nothing.

	"You're kind of small." Jase said.

	Tony kept his head down but glanced at the boy's growing penis.
"You're not that big."  He said quietly as he emptied his bladder.

	"Bigger than you."  Jase boasted, waving what was now a thick 7
inch erection.  "Lemme see you."

	Tony pulled his hand back allowing the boy to see his brown uncut
dick.  "You are bigger because you are older.  Mine is good.  It's big
enough for me."

	Jase reached over and pulled on Tony's foreskin, stretching it out
then fondling him, causing his dick to grow quickly.  "You want to suck my
dick?"  Tony asked, intending to insult the boy.

	Instead the boy's answer surprised him.  "Will you suck me if I do
you?" The boy replied.

	That was all it took for Tony to expand to his full 5 inches,
narrow but standing up flat against his belly.  He looked at Jase.  "You
serious?"

	"Come on." The boy said and headed into the far stall, tugging at
Tony's arm as he went past.

Tony considered the situation for a moment and quickly decided to follow
the older boy.  He stepped into the stall to find the boy sitting on the
toilet seat with his pants around his ankles and his erection in his hand.
He pulled Tony closer and flipped the door shut behind him.

	"I like your skin."  He said, and put his mouth over Tony's dick,
sucking him inside and twirling his foreskin around with his tongue.

	Tony almost fainted with pleasure.  He had been wanting this.  He
pulled his foreskin back so the boy's hot mouth was around the glans.
"Damn, that feels good."  He moaned.  The boy sucked harder, pulling Tony
deep into his mouth.

	After a minute or so Tony felt his spunk start to rise.  "Watch
out.  I am going to cum!"

	Jase sucked so hard on Tony's dick it almost hurt.  He pushed as
hard as he could against the older boy's face and emptied his thin spunk
into his mouth with a cry.  The tall boy sucked it eagerly and swallowed.
"You don't have much cum."

	"It's enough for you." Tony retorted.

	The boy stood and shoved Tony down on the toilet seat.  "Now you
got to suck me."

At this point Tony wasn't sure he much wanted to reciprocate but was given
no choice without making noise and drawing attention to both of them so he
performed his professional duty, bringing Jase off quickly.  The boy gave
no warning but grabbed Tony's head and forced himself down his throat
almost choking him on a load of cum.  Tony had intended to spit the boy out
but his cock was so far back in Tony's throat that he was forced to
swallow.

Just then a noise at the door caused the older boy to stuff himself into
his pants and bolt from the stall and out the door as if he had finished
his business in the toilet.  Tony had no idea who had just come in but did
not want to be discovered sharing a stall with another boy.  He quietly
pulled the stall door shut and sat back on the seat, pulling his feet up so
he could not be seen if someone looked under the partitions.  He heard the
sound of someone pissing, then a flush, and then the sound of the door
opening and closing.  He jumped up, zipped up his pants and slipped quickly
out the door.  He liked the sex but this was not the way he wanted to do
it.  He thought back again to when he and his friend Nick had played
together in the pool and at the park.  That was different.  That was the
kind of thing he missed.

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I went to school in high spirits on Tuesday.  Mom and Dad had been very
pleased with my grades and I pointed out that the time I spent with my
friend Joseph had not caused my grades to suffer, in fact they had improved
because while he practiced his piano I did my schoolwork.

	When classes ended I rushed to the flagpole to see Joseph and was
pleased to find that he was there waiting for me.  "Hey, how are things?"
I asked, prepared for more bad news.

	I was pleasantly surprised that he was smiling.  "Nicky, I am fine
thank you."

	"So how is your mom?"

	"She is home," he replied, "and rather penitent."

	"What happened?"  I asked.

	"She was very quiet and has not really talked to me about her
adventure, but from what Alice has told me she will have a court date in
about 3 weeks and will find out then what is to come of all this.  We think
she will be enrolled in some program to help her with her problem."

	"How does Alice know these things?"

	"I'm not exactly sure Nicky, but Alice knows everything."

	"So is your mom angry?  Is it OK if I come over again when she is
there?"

	"Yes, I think so.  As I said, she is just unusually quiet.  Which I
think means she has been unusually sober for several days.  It occurs to me
that I may not have seen her completely sober for some time."

	"Have you talked to your father?"  I asked.

	"No more than usual.  But I take it he has talked with Alice about
a few things.  I believe that the household routine will be changing a
little."

	"So he doesn't talk to you but he talks to Alice"

	"Nicky, it is Alice who keeps the place going I do believe.  But he
has been home a bit more lately and is talking with Mother more than
usual."  Joseph looked hopeful.  "It seems that perhaps they are working
together on this."

	"So that's a good thing?"

	"Yes, I think that's a very good thing.  Do come over if you can
and we can talk some more.  The weather is mild today and it might be nice
to take a bike ride."

	"Sure, I can do that."  I looked to the curb and saw that Alice had
pulled up.  She saw me talking to Joseph, and gave me a little wave and a
smile.

I rode over to his house and found him waiting outside of the garage with
his bicycle.  He had put on a warmer jacket and was wearing a wool cap.  I
had never seen him with a hat before.

	"Hey, you look spiffy."  I smiled.

	"Yes, these are my riding clothes."  He laughed out loud.  He was
as cheerful as I had seen him in several days.  "It may turn chilly before
we get back.  Will you be warm enough?"

	"Sure.  I have a hoody under my jacket and I am used to being
outside."

	"Good, let's go."  And we were off.

We were in no hurry but sort of cruised along side by side talking as we
rode.

	"You know, I have enjoyed our rides and want to do more when the
weather permits."  He told me.  "Besides the good company, it is good
exercise for me.  I am rather sedentary I'm afraid."

	"It is good exercise."  I agreed.  "I can tell my legs are stronger
since I have been riding to school every day."

	"Oh, before I forget, my next recital will be November 17th, that
is the Saturday before Thanksgiving week.  Please invite your family,
especially Kevin."

	"I will tell them, and Jack too.  Gee, that's getting close.  You
better get to practicing."  I teased.

We chattered away as we rode.  He talked about the music planned for the
recital.  There were several things for the quartet, a string quintet
actually since it included his piano.  He would play something by himself
as well.  He was happiest when he was into his music, and I was his biggest
fan.

I shared the good news about my grades and gave him credit for providing me
with the time to study while he practiced.  We wandered around the old
mansions near his neighborhood and ended up at Weber's which had become our
special place.  Today however, we decided on hot chocolate rather than a
frosted root beer and sat on the bench on the west side, grateful for the
late afternoon sun.

	By the time we were back at his house it was time for me to be
getting home so I didn't go inside.  "Good luck with your mom."  I said.
"I hope that works out."

	"Yes, so do I."  He answered.  "Say a prayer."  And I was off to
our apartment.

	When I got home Kevin hailed me and made room on the sofa.  "How
are things Master Nick?"  He asked.

	"Good."  I replied. "Joseph and I went for a bike ride and he is
optimistic about his mom.  I think she is going to get some treatment for
her problem."

	"Ah, that is good.  I hope that works out." He gave me a nod and
said.  "I have some news."  And got up and went to our bedroom.

	I followed him in and he quietly closed the door and we sat down on
my bed.  "What's up?" I asked.

	"I hope this is OK with you, but I talked to Tony at school today."

	"I thought you didn't know him."

	"I know who he is but have not talked to him before."  He
explained.  "We were in the cafeteria at noon and I spoke to him.  I told
him I was your brother and that you were worried about him and hoped he was
OK."

	"Really?  What did he say?  Does he remember me?"

	"Oh sure.  He was really pleased and thanked me.  He said you were
a true friend.  I don't know that he has many decent friends."

	"Tony is an OK guy.  I mean he is pretty messed up but that's not
surprising considering what he as been through."

	"I understand.  He really lit up when I told him you were concerned
about him.  Talking to him I saw he was different than I thought he would
be.  I guess he is a good guy in a bad situation."

	"Thanks Kevin.  I'm glad you spoke to him."

	"OK.  I just wanted to tell you that."  We got up and went back in
the living room to wait for Dad to come home and eat dinner."

I was feeling relieved about several things.  At dinner I talked about
riding bikes with Joseph and what he said about getting exercise.  I passed
on his invitation to the recital and Dad said we would all be there.  It
had been a good day.

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


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