Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2015 00:26:19 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Stoey - Chapter 23

Nick's Story -- Chapter 23

This story is about growing up in Tulsa.  Part of the story involves sex
between boys so you should be 18 to read it.  Please send comments to
y2kslacker@mail.com and make donations to Nifty.

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

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We were all looking forward to Joseph's recital on Saturday night.  Mom,
Dad and Kevin were going to Trinity in Dad's old Buick.  I had invited Jack
and would ride over with him.  Joseph had told me on Friday that he had
permission to stay over so all systems were go.  I was in Jack's apartment
waiting for him to get ready.  I was wearing my best pair of khakis and a
navy blue sweater and was watching as Jack changed into his dark suit.

	"What time does this start?"  Jack asked.

	"It starts at 7:00 but Dad said we should get there early to get a
good seat." I told him.  "Trinity Episcopal is a big church, do you really
think it will be full?"

	"Probably not but it would be nice to sit up front so we can hear
better." Jack answered.  "But remember how many were there the last
time. There will be more this time because of that article in the Tulsa
World."

	"I didn't see that.  Was it in the paper?"  I wondered.

	Jack glanced at me as he worked on his necktie.  "Yes, there was a
nice write up in the Entertainment section.  That piano quintet is making a
name for itself. The paper said 'they rival some professional groups'."

	"Really?  That's cool."

	"They are good."  Jack slipped on his suit jacket.  "You ready?"

	I stood up and spread my arms for inspection.  "What do you think?"

	Jack looked at me for the first time since I walked in.  "Yeah, you
look pretty good for a kid."  Then he smiled.  "You look nice Nicky."

	We trooped down the 2 flights of stairs to my apartment.  The
family was waiting and Dad looked at his watch.  "We should get there in
time to get a good seat."  He said.

	"We are ready."  Jack said.

We got to the church a little after 6:30 and were surprised to see quite a
few people already there.  We found half a pew about five rows back from
the front and sat down together.  A few minutes later Dr. and Mrs. Anderson
came in and sat just behind us.

	Mom turned around and smiled.  "You must be proud of Joseph."  She
said.

	Joseph's mom smiled back.  "They have been working very hard on
this.  They chose some very difficult music for a youth ensemble."
Dr. Anderson smiled and nodded.

About 5 minutes before 7:00 the musicians came in and adjusted their
chairs, tuned up their instruments and got themselves ready.  There were 3
girls playing 2 violins and a viola, and a boy who played the cello.  They
all looked a little older than Joseph.  The girls were wearing long black
dresses and Joseph and the other boy were wearing tuxedos.  I thought
Joseph looked very elegant.

	Right at 7:00 a tall older man came to the center and said a few
complementary things, and introduced each one.  Then he said.  "I am
pleased to present the Tulsa Youth Quintet.  The first piece will be
Dvorak's Piano Quintet Number 5."  He stepped away and the music began.

I recognized some of the music from hearing Joseph practice his piano part
at home. But the sound of his piano together with the string instruments
was amazing.  They were all playing something different but it all fit
together, the parts weaving around each other so fast and complicated.
There were three movements but the audience held their applause between
each one.  I started to clap but Jack put his hand on my knee to stop me. I
gathered that we were supposed to wait until they played the whole thing.
At the end they stopped and everyone applauded very enthusiastically.
There were some whistles and some people shouted Bravo!

They stood and bowed in recognition of the applause then walk out for a
break.

	I told Jack, "I need to go to the bathroom."

I walked to the door at the side which led into the hall and the toilets.
I scooted up to a urinal and saw that Joseph had already relieved himself
and was washing his hands.

	"You guys sounded terrific!"  I enthused.

	"Oh thank you."  He smiled at me.  "I thought it went well."  Then
he hurried out leaving me to shake myself and wash my own hands.  He was
clearly preoccupied with no time to chat.

	I went back to my seat and joined the conversation.  Dad was
talking to Kevin.  "They are really good."  He said with surprise.  Kevin
was nodding vigorously.

	My mother looked sort of stunned.  "They were better than good.  I
can't believe those are high school students."

	I gave her my best 'I told you so' smile.  "Joseph wants to be a
professional musician."  I said.

	"No doubt he will be."  She still had a surprised look on her face.

In a few minutes they returned and took their seats as the buzz in the room
quickly died away.  The announcer came back to the center and announced the
next piece was a Quintet by Cesar Franck.  There was a quick tuning check
and they raised their instruments and began.  The music swirled around the
sanctuary and carried me away. I didn't understand what I was listening to
but I knew I liked it.  I kept watching Joseph and his long arms and strong
hands pulled amazing sounds out of the long black piano.  It was as he
would say, wonderful.

There was more applause, even more enthusiastic.  First a few people stood
then everyone to give a standing ovation.  The musicians stood, bowed,
bowed again as the applause continued.  Finally the announcer returned to
the center and raised his hands for quiet.

	"To conclude our program we will enjoy our excellent pianist Joseph
Anderson as he plays Chopin's Nocturne Number 9."

At this point the string players walked away and left Joseph alone at the
piano.  He sat up very straight and seemed to stretch his shoulders, then
placed his hands over the keyboard and began to play.  It was very
beautiful, not fast and violent but melodic, yet with a lot of movement.
It was as if there were two people playing, one playing a complicated
background of sound and another pulling out a lovely melody.  I looked at
my Mom and Dad, and brother Kevin.  They were all transfixed by the sound
pouring out of the long black box.

All I could think of was that this was Joseph, my Joseph.  The same boy who
rode bikes with me and sat sweating with a cold root beer.  The same boy
who lay naked with me as we made love to each other, who agonized over his
alcoholic mother, who suffered the taunts of a school bully. Now here he
was in his own special world, drawing incredible music from a grand piano,
enchanting a crowd of people who listened intently.

All too soon the piece concluded and the crowd exploded in applause.  Cries
went up for 'more, more'.  Joseph stood and bowed, smiled and bowed again.
He attempted to leave and was brought back by louder applause.  Finally he
raised his hands and asked for quiet.

	"You are most kind, thank you very much."  He spoke humbly,
sincerely.  "I will play one more piece for you.  It is a favorite of mine
because it is the favorite of a dear friend.  I will play George Gershwin's
'Rhapsody in Blue" transcribed for solo piano."

Then he looked at me and smiled, sat down at the piano and began to play.
He played with great energy, the syncopation contrasting with the stricter
rhythms of the classical piece he had just played.

I did love this music but I could not see him play because my eyes were too
full of tears.  My brother Kevin was sitting next to me and could see my
face, the others could not.  But Kevin knew, he understood.  He watched
Joseph as he sat at the piano but quietly took my hand and squeezed it
gently.  When the piece was finished the crowd stood as one person and
applauded.  I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and quickly wiped my
face and blew my nose, then I stood and applauded with the rest.

	"Allergies."  I said to anyone who could hear.

We found Joseph in the parish hall with the other young musicians.  People
lined up to congratulate them.  Joseph introduced them to those who passed
by, deflecting the praise from himself to those in the quintet.  From the
chatter it became clear that the other students were all seniors, Joseph
being a sophomore and the youngest.  As soon as it was possible he gave me
a nod, disengaged himself from the receiving line and we ducked out.  Jack
saw us slip out of the room and joined us.

 	"Are you ready to go?"  He asked.

	"Yes, I am really very tired."  Joseph replied.

	Jack started his truck and we slid in next to him.  "You outdid
yourself tonight Joseph.  The quintet was terrific but your solo pieces
were on another level.  The crowd loved you."

	"Thank you."  Joseph said humbly.  "We all worked very hard on
those pieces. It really wasn't fair to put the spotlight on me."

	Jack nodded but didn't respond.  I took Joseph's hand and leaned my
head on his shoulder.  "You played my favorite thing."

	Joseph pressed my hand.  "Yes Nicky, that was for you."

	"Mom and Dad, Kevin, you blew them all away.  That's the first time
they have heard you play by yourself.  And the quintet too, you were all
great tonight."

	"Where am I going?"  Jack asked.  "Am I taking Joseph home?"

	"No, he is staying over with me."  I answered.

	"That's great."  Jack smiled broadly.  "So, it is back to the
apartment."

Jack parked in his spot in the back and we started to walk in.  Just then
Dad pulled up with Kevin and my mother.  Mom waved at us.

	Dad said to Joseph, "We didn't get to speak to you after the
performance. That was terrific!"  He shook Joseph's hand enthusiastically.

	"Yes, you were all wonderful."  Mom said.  And your solo pieces
were just amazing.  Nicky has told us how talented you were but I was
unprepared for just how talented."

	"Oh, thank you very much."  Joseph seemed very pleased.  "It means
a lot to me that you truly enjoyed it."

	"We did, we all did."  Kevin chimed in.

	As we went into the back door of the apartment Mom added.  "I have
a cake that was for dinner tomorrow but I think we need to celebrate
tonight.  Will you all have a piece of cake?  You too Jack."

	"Would anybody like coffee?"  Dad asked.

Jack said he would and so did Joseph so my father started a pot while Mom
served up the cake, chocolate no less.

	"Can I have a cup?"  I asked.

	"I suppose so."  Mom responded.  "I didn't know you drank coffee."

	"Jack knows how I like it."  I grinned.

So we had a regular party with Mom's cake and a pot of Dad's coffee.  Kevin
asked Jack to fix him some too.  We all sat around the living room and
talked mostly about the evening's music.  Joseph was the center of the
conversation and told us about the music, the composers, some interesting
things about trying to keep 5 musicians together.  I learned a lot and Mom
was in heaven.  She was the family music lover.

	Before we knew it midnight rolled around and Dad started to yawn.
"You people can talk all night if you like but I am falling asleep.  I'll
see you in the morning."

With that we all decided it was bedtime.  Kevin grabbed a pillow and
blanket from the hall closet and tossed them on the sofa.  Mom and Dad went
into their bedroom and Joseph assured Kevin he felt bad about taking his
bed and would be happy to sleep on the sofa, or on the floor.  Kevin just
laughed and pretended to shoo Joseph into our bedroom.

	"Do you want a shower?  I imagine you got sweaty playing like you
did tonight."  I asked him.

I got a towel for him and showed him where the bathroom was.  He had
brought a gym bag with him and he disappeared into the bath.  In about 10
minutes he reappeared with wet hair and wearing a pair of pajamas with his
Tux on a hanger.  When I saw them I grinned and he shrugged.

	I shut the door and pointed to Kevin's bed.  "He sleeps there."  I
explained.

	"Yes, of course."  Joseph sat down on the bed and bounced a little.

	I chuckled, "That must seem small to you."

	"Oh, it's fine, really."

	"It's a little cramped for two."  I said with what was intended to
be a sad face.

	"Hmmm."  Joseph crossed his long legs.

	I came over and sat next to him.  "That was nice to play my
favorite song." I said, putting my arm around his shoulder.

	"You're sweet."  He said and kissed me on the cheek.

	I pulled his face to mine and kissed him on the lips.  "You were
terrific tonight."

He responded by kissing me rather passionately, running his hand over my
chest.  I pulled him down on the bed and pushed myself against him.  Just
then there was a loud knock on the door.  I jumped up and was diving into
my bed when the door opened and Kevin's laughing face appeared in the
doorway.

	"Did I interrupt something?"  He guffawed, then closed the door.

	"What was that?"  Joseph said with surprise.

	"Payback."  I answered.  "Don't worry about it."

I grabbed some clean underwear and went to brush my teeth.  As I stepped
into the hall I looked towards the living room to see Kevin doubled up with
laughter.  I shot him the finger and went into the bathroom.

	When I came back I closed the door and asked, "Now where were we?"
and stretched out next to Joseph.

	"Is this safe" He wondered.  I ran my hand down the front of his
pajamas for an answer.  Within minutes we were both naked and groping each
other on Kevin's bed.

	Taking pains to be quiet, we moved from rubbing ourselves together
to doing a crowded 69.  "Oh, this is evil."  Joseph whispered.  Having sex
on my brother's bed with my parents in the next room was a terrific turn on
for me.

	"To be honest, I really need this."  Joseph murmured.  "I have had
a very stressful day.  Could you do me please?"

	"Oh yeah, I think I could do that."  I said and produced a small
jar of Vaseline.  "Front or back?"

	He turned over on his stomach and tilted his butt in the air.
"Will this work?"

I pushed my face into his butt crack which had a nice clean soapy smell.
Pushing my tongue in his hole I licked him up and down which made him moan.
Since he seemed to like that, I worked him over good, licking and
slobbering him until he was very wet.  I put a dab of Vaseline on my finger
I slid it up his ass and rotated my finger around and in and out, causing
him to moan even louder, until I had to shush him.

	"I'm ready Nicky."  he whispered.

I slicked up my very hard dick, stretched my foreskin back and pushed it up
tight against his hole.  He began to squirm and push back against me until
I slipped inside.  I pushed in a little way then back out, in again a
little deeper and kept that up until I was as deep as I could go.  He
sighed heavily.

In and out, with him pushing back against me in time to my thrusts, we fell
into a steady rhythm, increasing in speed until my crotch was slapping
against his butt cheeks on the down strokes.  He was making soft mewling
sounds until he froze and gasped.

	"Oh, I'm cumming Nicky -- oh, oh!"  And he emptied his balls on
Kevin's bed. That was all it took and I spooged into his bowel, falling
against him, my hips against his ass, fitting perfectly together like a
pair of spoons.  We lay still for several minutes until his breathing
became steady.  He had fallen asleep with me still inside him.

I pulled out and wiped us both dry with the towel from his shower.  As best
as I could I wiped his cum from Kevin's sheets.  He never stirred.  I
covered him up and fell into my bed exhausted.  It had been a busy day.

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Meanwhile, at the Tulsa Boys Home, Tony was desperate for a friend,
preferably one who shared his sexual interests. Danny had let him know that
was not to going to be him.  Jermaine had become antagonistic to him,
making sarcastic remarks and going out of his way to let Tony know he
wasn't liked.

Tony had tried to please Danny by being super neat and tidy.  Although he
left his bed made and his locker neat, when Danny check his area there was
always something wrong.  At first he thought maybe Danny was picking on him
but when he looked, sure enough something was messy. He wasn't sure what
was going on but it was not going as he planned.

One afternoon he came back from school to find his bed rumpled and his
locker door standing open.  Danny got onto him in front of Justin and
Jermaine, and he was pissed. He knew that when he left for school his area
had been straight.  He looked at the others and saw that Jermaine had a
smirk on his face.  He tried to explain to Danny that he had left things
neat but Danny was unconvinced.

	"If you can't keep your area straight you'll get extra chores."
Danny told him.

	"When I left this morning my bed was made and everything was good."
He argued.  He made his bed again and straightened out his locker –
again.

	After supper he went back to his room and found Justin at his desk
drawing in a notebook.  Tony was angry and slammed his books on his desk.
"God dammit, I hate this place."

	"What's the matter with you?"

	" I make my bed, I keep my stuff straight, then I come back and
Danny is all over my ass."

	"It's not Danny."  Justin said quietly.

	"Danny is the one who's griping me out."

	"Danny is fair.  He's just telling you your stuff is messed up."

	"But I had it all straight.  So why is Danny on my ass?"  Tony
wanted to know.

	Justin looked around to see that nobody else was around.  "It's not
Danny. Jermaine is fuckin' with you.  After you left for school he came in
here, jumped on your bed and threw your stuff around."

	"Why would he do that?"

	"I dunno, I guess he doesn't like you."

	"What's he got against me?"

Justin leaned back in his chair, pursed his lips and made little sucking
sounds.

	Now Tony was really pissed.  "What the hell does that mean?"

	Justin shrugged.  "He thinks you're queer."

	Tony sat down hard.  "Why would he think that?"

	"Maybe because of the way you were talking to Danny the other day.
I know that Jermaine is always saying he hates queers."

	"So do you think I'm queer?"

	Justin paused for a moment.  "I dunno.  To tell the truth, I don't
care.  It ain't none of my business."

	"What if I was?"

	Justin shrugged again.  "Wouldn't bother me none."  He said with
just a trace of a smile.

	Tony leaned back in his chair.  "I didn't mean anything.  I was
just trying to make friends with Danny."

	Justin nodded his head.  "Everybody needs friends."

	Tony smiled a little.  "We could be friends."

	Justin nodded again.  "Maybe."

	"Everybody needs friends" Tony agreed, feeling a little better.

	There was a noise in the hall and a moment later Danny came in the
room, put his books on his desk and sat down.  "What's up guys?"

	"Nuthin'."  Justin drawled.  "Just talkin'."

	"You got your homework done?"  Danny asked.

	"Not really."  Justin sighed.

	"You need some help with it?"  Danny offered.

	"I'm hopeless."

	"There are some tutors downstairs if you want help.  You got to
make your grades to be able to do anything fun."

	Justin shook his head.  "I ain't never been good at school."

	"You got to try."  Danny said.

Justin shrugged and turned away.  Danny looked at him a minute then opened
his book and pulled out some paper.

Tony got up and started out the door.  He looked at Justin and nodded, then
walked down towards the bathroom.  After a minute Justin walked after him.
Tony was outside the bathroom fiddling with his shoelaces.  When he saw
Justin he turned and went inside.

	Justin entered the bathroom and saw Tony standing at one of the
urinals. Tony looked over at him and turned so Justin could see that his
dick was hard.  Justin shook his head.  "Not here."  He jerked his head to
the side and walked back out.

Tony followed him out and watched as he went on down the hall and turned a
corner. Around the corner was the door to a little utility closet.  Justin
went in and Tony followed.  It was dark inside but there was some light
that came in from a transom above the door.

	Justin stood inside and waited for Tony to come near.  "You like to
play?" He asked.

	"I might."  Tony felt a little short of breath as he stepped close.
Justin's hand passed lightly over the front of Tony's pants.  He reached
out and felt Justin's flat belly.  The boys started to rub the other's
crotch squeezing what was inside, feeling it get harder.

	"You wanna jack 'em?"  Justin breathed.

	"Yeah."  Tony whispered, unzipping his fly and pulling out his hard
cock.  At the same time Justin did the same so that both boys had the
other's dick in his hand.

The light was dim but Tony could feel that Justin was circumcised but had a
little hair over his dick.  His balls were drawn up tight and his hard dick
was curved to one side.  Justin found Tony's foreskin and liked the feel of
it.  They began to stroke each other.

	"You ever suck anybody?"  Justin asked.

	"Maybe.  Did you?"

Without answering Justin dropped to his knees and took Tony's dick in his
mouth, holding his balls while he sucked.  Tony put his hands over Justin's
ears and began to fuck his face, making a little sigh.  Justin clearly
liked sucking and put his hands around Tony's butt cheeks.

	After a few minutes Justin stood up and said.  "OK, your turn."

Tony dropped down and took Justin's cock in his mouth.  It was long and
thin with a curve to one side, and felt funny.  Nevertheless, it was his
turn and he liked the feel of a dick in his mouth.  He took it as deep as
he could but it gagged him when it went too deep.  Justin bucked forward
and Tony had to hold him back to keep from choking.  Still the smooth shaft
felt good, soft skin outside and hard shaft inside.  His dickhead had a
hard ridge like a mushroom and it rubbed on his tongue and the inside of
his mouth.

	After a couple of minutes Justin started to tense up and Tony
pulled off. "You gonna shoot?"

	"Yeah, lemme cum in your mouth."  Justin begged.

	"Will you let me shoot in yours?"  Tony negotiated.

	"Sure.  I don't care."

Tony was too horny to stop now so he went back to sucking, rubbing the
boy's nuts and working him with his tongue.  Justin started to buck, then
shot his load in Tony's mouth.  It tasted good and he sucked as much out as
he could.  Justin moaned and held Tony's head still.

	"OK, now me."  Tony pushed the boy down and thrust himself forward.

True to his word Justin sucked Tony deep in his mouth and ran his tongue
back and forth under his hard cock.  Justin liked to suck dick and he
especially liked the feel of Tony's loose foreskin in his mouth.  Tony was
past being horny and it only took him a few minutes and he let loose a
stream of cum that filled the boy's mouth. Justin shared Tony's enjoyment
of the taste and swished it around in his mouth before swallowing it all.

The two spent boys leaned on each other for a minute and caught their
breath. Then Justin zipped up and listened at the door a moment.

	"I think it's clear."  He said and eased the door open.  He looked
out quickly and scooted back down the hall toward their room with Tony
right behind.

Tony was afraid of getting caught but relieved to have the chance to get
off with another boy.  He had made at least one friend now.

	Danny looked up as they came back in the room.  "Where you guys
been?  I'm supposed to know where you are."

	"We had to go to the bathroom."  Justin answered.

	"You weren't in there.  I looked."  Danny said.

	Justin shrugged.  "Whatever."

	Danny didn't look happy but turned back to his studies.  "Don't you
guys have any school work to do?"  He said over his shoulder.

	Justin laid down on his bunk and turned to the wall.  Tony thought
for a minute then sat down at his desk and looked at his school books.  "I
guess so."  He said reluctantly.

	Danny looked at him.  "What are you working on?"

	"Math."

	"Like what?"  Danny looked over at Tony's book.

	"It says 'Compound Fractions', whatever the hell that is." Tony
grumbled.

	Danny pulled his chair next to Tony.  "Those aren't hard.  Here,
I'll show you."  He worked an example, explaining each step.  "See?  Now
you try the next one."

	Tony was convinced he couldn't do it but tried anyway.  "Like
this?"

	"Yeah."  Danny said.  "You got it.  Now do the next one."

	For the first time Tony actually thought about what he was doing
and realized that it was pretty simple.  "Is that right?"

	"That's right.  See, you can do it."  Danny smiled at him.  "Now do
the rest. They all work the same way."

	Tony decided this was almost fun, like a puzzle.  He started
working through the row of problems with Danny watching.  "I see.  These
are easy."

	"I told you so."  Danny gave him a little punch on the shoulder and
turned back to his own work.

Tony did them all then pushed the worksheet over for Danny to inspect.
Danny looked them over and pointed out one that he missed, showing him the
right way.

	"Good.  Now what else do you have?"  Danny asked.

	"Some English stuff."  Tony was not hopeful but showed Danny the
assignment.

	Danny looked it over.  "This is easy.  What does it say?"

	"I don't know."  Tony had not really looked at it.

	"Read it to me."  He said, pointing to the instructions.  He
thought for a minute that maybe Tony couldn't read at all.

	"It says, 'Read the following paragraph and select the statements
which are true'" he read.  "Then there are these little A, B, and C
sentences."

	"That's right.  Can you do that?"  Danny asked.

	"I don't know."

	"Can you try?"

	Tony thought about it.  "I guess so."

	"OK.  Go for it."  Danny said and turned back to his desk.

	 Tony started reading the paragraph, asked Danny what one word was
then decided he understood it.  He looked at the little sentences and
realized that only one of them made sense so he circled it.  "Is this
right?"

	Danny looked over.  "Yep. Now do the rest."

	For the next 20 minutes Tony worked through the list.  When he
finished he gave it to Danny for his inspection.  "You got it."  Danny
smiled.

	Tony said in amazement.  "That's not hard."

	Danny laughed.  "None of this stuff is hard, you just have to
actually think about it.  Your teacher explained this stuff when you were
in class.  If you had been listening instead of picking your nose you
wouldn't have to ask me to explain it."

	"I don't pick my nose."  Tony growled, but he understood what Danny
meant. Maybe he was smarter than he thought.

	"What's next?"  Danny asked.

	"Well, that's all."

	Danny chuckled.  "OK, why don't you go downstairs and watch some TV
or something.  Looks like you are through."

Tony felt a sense of relief.  Maybe this was going to be OK.


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


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