Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2015 22:59:02 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 24

Nick's Story -- Chapter 24

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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Joseph's music performance and impromptu party had run late.  So late that
even Kevin overslept.  This Sunday they would be heathens and miss church.

Kevin was first up at 9:30 and left the sofa to relieve his bladder.  The
house was quiet.  He tapped at the door of his bedroom, counted slowly to
three then eased the door open.  Peeking inside he saw Nick and Joseph
sleeping in separate beds. Nobody stirred so he quietly closed the door.
The door to his parents room was closed and he left it that way.  Going
into the kitchen he fixed himself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat it.

The sound of the refrigerator door must have awakened his mother because he
heard her footsteps go into the bathroom and close the door.  In a few
minutes she appeared in her housecoat.

	"I can't believe we all slept so late.  Are you the only one up?"
She inquired.

	"Looks like it."  Kevin said as he munched his cereal.

	"I'm sorry, I was going to fix us all a nice breakfast."

	"Don't let me stop you."  Kevin grinned.

	"Hmmph, you don't think that cereal will hold you?"

	"I'd have room for some of your pancakes."  He assured her.

	"Your father is awake.  When he gets out of the bathroom you might
check to see if those boys are still alive."  She began pulling out the
griddle and pancake mix.

	Before long Mr. Brady strolled in dressed in slacks and an old
sweatshirt. "We stayed up too late." He said.

	"Too much excitement."  Kevin offered and got up to wake his
brother.

	He knocked on the door, loudly this time and did a slow count to 5.

	Opening the door he called "Hellooo?  Anybody home?"

	There was no reply but Nick's head appeared from under his covers.
"Hey." He muttered.  "Hey Joseph."  There was movement in the other bed.

	"Mom is making pancakes."  Kevin announced.  Joseph's head
appeared.

Kevin went back into the living room, folded up his blanket and stuffed it
and the pillow into the hall closet.  He turned on the TV and rotated it
through an assortment of preachers, then turned it off.

The smell of pancakes and sausage filled the air and the sound of running
water and flushing toilets came from the bath, followed soon by Nick and
Joseph looking somewhat rumpled but hungry.

By the time they were all at the table there were plates for everyone and a
large platter of pancakes and sausage patties in the center.  They quickly
disappeared as the butter and syrup went around.  A fresh gallon of cold
milk was dispensed into glasses and pancakes were eaten faster than Mom
could replace them.  There was a minimum of chatter as mouths were
otherwise occupied.  There were lots of compliments for the cook.  Finally
Mom sat down to eat.

	"Did you boys get enough to eat?" She asked, and was answered with
a chorus of moans.

	"The day is young."  Mom said.  "What is your plan?"

	"I don't know."  I said, looking out the window.  "What's the
weather like?"

	"The forecast is sunny and high in the 60s."  Kevin said.

	"Maybe we could go for a bike ride."  Joseph suggested.

	"Yeah, that might work.  You want to go with us?"  I said to Kevin.

	"Thanks but Dad and I were talking about going to a movie this
afternoon.  Do you still want to go Dad?"

	Dad shrugged, "Yes, but if you would rather ride bikes that's OK."

	"I would rather go to a movie with you.  We don't often get to do
much together." Kevin said.

	"Then let's go to that movie."  Dad smiled.

	"I can ride my bike over to Joseph's.  Can you run him home?"  I
asked.

	"Sure."  Dad said.  "We have plenty of time before the show
starts."

	"I can change at my house."  Joseph added.

I put on a hoody and a windbreaker and was ready to go.  I took off on my
10-speed and Dad and Joseph started for the car.  I followed them over.
Joseph ducked into his house to change and square things with his parents
and I waited outside.  In just a few minutes the garage door went up and he
came out wearing his jacket and a stocking cap.

	He spread out his arms and announced.  "I'm ready."

	"Did your folks go to church this morning?"  I wondered.

	Joseph raised his eyebrows.  "I don't know.  I didn't ask.  I just
told them that we were going for a bike ride and nobody said no."  So off
we went.

From his house we wandered through the neighborhood to Riverside then
across to the bike trail and south.  It was turning into a beautiful day,
sunny and mild with just a gentle breeze.

On the trail we passed lots of walkers, runners, bikers and skaters going
in both directions.  We rode single file at a good clip, but not so fast as
to scare anyone.

When we got to 71st Street we veered left a couple of blocks and stopped at
a Quik-Trip for a big fountain Coke, sitting outside with our bikes leaned
up against the building.  Despite the cool air we were both sweating from
the exertion.

	"Having fun?"  I asked.

	"Oh yes."  Joseph smiled.  "It feels so free to just hop on the
bicycle and race down the trail.  I love it."

	"Did you know that we can ride down Riverside all the way to 101st
Steet?"  I asked him.  "Or we can go north to Elgin then follow the old
railroad right-of- way west to Sand Springs."

	"Really?"  He seemed excited by the possibility.  "Oh, this is
wonderful Nicky.  I feel so free!"  And he laughed in a most relaxed way.

We finished our drinks and biked west to Riverside, then north towards
downtown. When we passed 41st Street there was a public toilet and Joseph
asked if I wanted to stop.

	"The rent is up on my Coke."  He laughed.

	"Those are pretty stinky."  I warned him.  "Lets go on a little
farther."

	When we got up around 32nd Street I remembered the little clearing
at the edge of the river where Tony and I had our adventure.  "I know a
good place."  I told him.

	I veered off the trail across a grassy area towards a stand of
scrub brush, got off and walked my bike towards the river.  "Follow me."

	We pushed our bikes through a little path that was not obvious
until we got to it and rolled to a hidden clearing.  We could look through
the brush and see the wide river broken up by sandy stretches.  I felt a
stirring when I remembered this as Tony's place.  "Here, we can pee here
and nobody can see us."

	"This is very secluded.  How did you know it was here?"  He asked.

	"A guy showed it to me one time.  It's like a secret place."

	"Oh, how exciting."  Joseph said.  "I guess nobody can see in
here?"

	"No.  You could strip naked and no one would know."  I suggested.
I laid my bike down in the grass and pushed my pants down to my knees,
emptying my bladder in the weeds.

	Joseph watched me pee and giggled.  "Ooo, this is wicked."  He
opened his pants and waggled his penis in the cool air, spraying his urine
back and forth on the grass.

	I shook myself a little more than was necessary and began to get
hard.  "We could do anything we wanted in here and nobody would know."

	"Really?  Joseph looked at me and began to smile.  "Anything?"

	I reached over and took his dick in my hand, feeling him start to
get an erection.  "This is a nice private spot.  We could do more than just
piss."

	He looked around at the little clearing.  It was roughly a 10 foot
circle of grass.  "This is pretty."  He said.  "The grass is still green
here."

	I sat down on the grass and took my shoes off, then my pants, then
pulled off my jacket and hoody until I was naked except for my white socks.
"Come on."  I patted the grass beside me.

	Joseph's expression was a mixture of suspicion and excitement.
"Are you sure?"

	I smiled.  "I'm sure.  Come lie down with me Joseph."

There was no doubt that this was the wildest thing that Joseph had ever
done.  I doubted that he had even fantasized about lying naked with another
boy on the banks of the Arkansas River, not 50 yards from a biking trail
where people were passing by in both directions.  It was time for him to
make a momentous decision.  He sat down next to me and began to remove all
his clothing.  Once the decision was made he undressed quickly and looked
at me with a crooked smile.

	"Perhaps you are not always a good influence on me Nicky."

	"Now you will always remember this as our secret place."  I said
quietly.

	He giggled.  "How could I ever forget this?"  Then he leaned over
and kissed me very purposefully.  "You are evil Nicky.  That is one of the
things that I love most about you."

	"Maybe I'm really a good influence on you Joseph.  Without me you
would be home practicing your piano.  Where would you really rather be?"
Then we both giggled.

We pressed our naked bodes together from knees to lips and began to make
love.  In the back of my mind I remembered having sex with Tony here.  Now
Joseph and I were making love to each other here in the same spot.

Tony was sexy and exciting, but that was nothing compared to what I was
doing now with Joseph.  It was ever so much more than just physical.  If at
fourteen I was too young to know what love was, this was close enough.

No matter what happened for the rest of my life, Joseph would be my first
true love, perhaps my only true love.  Time would tell, but this moment was
perfect. The air was cool, the sun was warm, and a very slight current of
air passed through the brush around us.  We could look one way and see the
wide river, and hear the sound of people using the trail from the other
direction.  Here in this small grassy clearing we were at the center of our
universe and nothing else mattered.

We reveled at the feeling of warm skin between us, the touch of our lips
together, the urgency of our tongues moving in our mouths.  We could feel
the hardness of our cocks as they moved over one another, the light scratch
of his pubic hair against my stomach, his strong hands under my arms, his
fingers rubbing across my nipples.  This shy reserved boy had become a
powerful lover and we were giving ourselves to each other in every way we
knew how.

	 "I want you to fuck me Joseph.  Can you do that?"

	"Oh Nicky, I love you so much.  I would do anything for you.  You
make me so happy."

	I pulled my knees up near my shoulders and put my hands on his
strong butt cheeks, pulling him to me.  "I want you in me."

	He looked concerned.  "I'm afraid I will hurt you.  We don't have
anything for lubricant."

	"Who doesn't?"  I asked, and pulled the little jar of Vaseline from
my jacket pocket.

	Joseph laughed.  "You think of everything don't you.  You had this
planned from the start, you devil."

	"Shhh, I just happened to have this with me in case one of us got a
bug bite."  I put a gob on my asshole and handed the jar to him so he could
apply it to his penis.  "Come on Joseph.  Fuck me good."

He found my hole and began to press himself inside me.  A little at first,
being gentle as was his nature.  Then deeper until his pubes were
scratching at my hole. It felt very full, and when he was as deep as he
could go, it rubbed on a magic spot inside that felt electric, and I moaned
with pleasure.  He found his rhythm and began to stroke me inside with a
steady cadence, playing my body like a musical instrument.  I could swear I
heard music.

	"Do you hear it?  Do you hear the music?" I gasped.

	"Yes, oh yes!  I hear it."  Joseph cried and pumped faster.

	"Cum when you are ready."  I told him and held onto his shoulders
as he pressed down on me.

His movement became faster and when I looked at his face his eyes were
closed tightly and his breath had become ragged.  Then he plunged as deep
as he could and held still, giving out a low guttural groan as he filled me
up with his hot semen.  The warm fluid poured out on that most sensitive
place deep inside me and I knew ecstasy for a long minute.  I was close to
cumming myself but held off as best I could until he was spent and fell
limp on top of me.

He fell quiet and I could hear his rapid breathing.  I let my legs fall to
his sides and we held each other in the afterglow of our passionate
lovemaking.  We began to hear the sound of the slow movement of the tree
branches clicking together, the sound of tires crunching on the gravel
trail, voices calling to each other, children laughing.  We had returned to
the reality of our surroundings, still hidden in this special secret spot.
Aware mostly of ourselves but now planted on the grass again.

	"Oh my God Nicky.  Are you OK?  Did I hurt you?

I just held him and kissed his eyelids, running my hands over his strong
lean back.

	He raised himself up on his arms and looked at me as if seeing me
for the first time.  "Oh Nicky, you are so beautiful.  I have been so
involved with myself and my music lately that I have not stopped to
appreciate how wonderful you are,

	I ran my hands over his face, his high cheeks and long nose.  "You
are very beautiful to me Joseph.  Don't ever forget how handsome you are.
Don't ever doubt that for a moment."

	"You are so kind to me Nicky.  I have been so wrapped up in my own
situation that I think I may have leaned too heavily on you."

	I shushed him gently.  "If I am the Dr. Watson to your Sherlock
Holmes then that's who I want to be.  It's all good Joseph.  We will cheer
for each other."

	I began to sing in my off key way, "We belong to a mu-tu-al,
ad-mir-a-tion so-ci-e-ty, my Joseph and me."  Then I laughed.  "You'll
never make a good singer out of me."

	"That's not so."  He assured me.  "You sing like an angel, my own
special off key angel.  I do love you Nicky.  I can't imagine being without
you."

	Then he looked concerned, "What about you?  You need to get off
too.  Would you like to do me now?"

	I leaned back on the soft grass.  "It gives me pleasure to give you
pleasure."

	"Surely I can do something for you."  He worried.

	"I'll tell you what I would like. I would like for you to take me
in your beautiful strong hands and jack me off while I look at you.  Can
you do that?"

	"Anything for you, if that's what you want."

Joseph sat next to me and took my penis in his hands.  He began to touch me
gently, stroking my cock with light delicate fingers until I was rock hard.
Then he wrapped one hand around my dick and began to stroke me, pulling my
foreskin up over the end of my dick then pulling down until the skin was
stretched tight and the head stood alone and dark red.

	With his other hand he caressed my balls and rolled them around in
my loose scrotum stretching them down,then pressing up against the base of
my penis, his other hand moving up and down and twisting as if unscrewing
my foreskin.  He stroked me faster and faster until my hips began to raise
up off the ground and I started to shoot long ropes of white cum up over my
shoulder, onto my face, lacing over my white belly then dribbling onto my
orange pubes.  He was looking into my eyes, smiling, giving as much
pleasure as he could.  I began to hear the music again, beautiful music.

	I lay still for a few minutes then there was some noise from over
on the trail.  "We better go." I began to pull on my clothes, and we
dressed.

	Rolling our bikes back to the bike path we started riding back to
Joseph's house.  "This has turned out to be a beautiful day."  Joseph
exclaimed.

	When we got to his house we parked the bikes and he asked me in.
"Will it be OK?"  I asked.

	"Yes, of course."  He answered.

We went into the kitchen and Joseph opened the refrigerator, finding a
bottle of orange juice and some bran muffins.  We sat at the kitchen table
and feasted.

	"Good old Alice."  I mumbled with a mouthful of muffin.

	"Yes, she always leaves goodies for us."  Joseph agreed.

	"Where are your parents?"  I asked.

	"I don't know.  Dad's Mercedes is gone, maybe they went somewhere
together."

	"That's nice.  How are they doing?"

	Joseph looked up from his muffin.  "Better I think.  Mother is not
drinking right now and they seem to have drawn a bit closer.  It is nice.
Her court date is in a week and things are sort of on hold."

	"Jack said she might have to go to a rehab place."  I surmised.

	"I heard them talking about that.  She doesn't much want to do it
but I suppose if the court tells her to go she will have to."

	"At least she seems to be trying.  I guess she hasn't been drinking
since she went to jail."

	"I think she is trying.  There have been times when she has stopped
for awhile but she always starts again."  Joseph looked hopeful.

	We leaned back and drank our orange juice.  Joseph raised his
glass.  "This is about the color of your hair."  He observed.  I just
laughed.

	"I can't believe we had sex in the Riverpark."  He said in a softer
voice.

	"No, we didn't have sex, we made love to each other."  I said,
thinking of Tony.

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It was Sunday afternoon at the Tulsa Boys Home and Danny had encouraged
Tony to come outside to the field that centered the buildings.

	"Let's go outside.  It is nice today."  Danny said, tossing a
soccer ball from hand to hand.

Tony shrugged and they walked down the stairs and outside.  Half a dozen
boys were shooting hoops with a basketball.  Justin and Jermaine were among
them.

	"Hey, let's play some soccer."  Danny suggested, and kicked the
soccer ball to the edge of the field.

	The boys chased after the ball and began kicking it around from boy
to boy. "Lets choose up sides."  One called.

	They teamed up according to their own inclinations.  Danny, Tony,
and Justin on one side, Jermaine and two 14 year olds, David and Ira on the
other.  A pair of net-less goals defined a shorter than regulation but
adequate playing area.  "Lets do shirts and skins so we can tell who is on
which side."  David suggested.

	Danny pulled out a quarter and flipped in high in the air, pointing
to David.  "Heads or tails."  He called.

	"Heads."  The boy responded.

	"It's heads, what do you want?" Danny asked.

	"Shirts."  David said.

	Danny, Justin and Tony pulled off their shirts and Danny tossed the
ball to Jermaine.  "You start."

They squared away and began to work the ball for a goal, possession passing
back and forth as first one side then the other controlled the ball.  Some
people don't care much for soccer because it is not a high scoring game.
But the beauty of soccer is the struggle for possession of the ball.

Tony was very quick and could turn on a dime.  He had played a lot of
soccer as a young boy in Mexico.  In the US kids play American football,
basketball, and baseball. In Mexico as in a lot of countries they play
soccer, soccer, and more soccer.  All that is needed was a ball and a field
of any size.  They learn the basic techniques very quickly.  Tony was a
small boy but that was not a handicap in a game where speed and agility
were the important attributes.  He was lean, muscular, and fast under his
brown skin and he was difficult to defend against.

Danny was not as fast but very strong.  Without a shirt his muscular arms
and chest were impressive.  When he had the ball it was not easy to take it
away from him.

Justin's lean frame was very pale under his close cropped blond hair.  He
was not so athletic but was giving his best effort and holding his own.
The 'Skins' made a pretty good team.

The 'Shirts' were bigger boys but not as skilled.  David and Ira had not
played much soccer but were determined not to let the younger boys get
ahead of them. Jermaine, however, was very fast.  His ball handling skills
were not as good as Tony's but when racing for the ball he was hard to
beat.  It was a good match.

Danny quickly saw that their best strategy was to let Tony go forward then
pass him the ball.  Working together the Skins were able to keep the ball
on their end of the field most of the time.  Tony fired off some good shots
but was wide or over and did not score.

The problem was that with only three on a side there was no one to act as
goal keeper.  Ira hung back for the Shirts and tried to watch the goal when
the ball was close to their goal and Justin did the same for the Skins but
it was pretty ragged. After about 15 minutes they called a time out and
Danny called to some boys who had stopped to watch.

	"We need more players."  Danny shouted to them.  "Come and join
us."

Two more boys answered the call.  Michael was a wirey native American boy
of 13 and Thomas was a stocky 14 year old with long brown hair.  Danny
picked Michael and sent Thomas to play with the Shirts.  Michael pealed off
his shirt and joined the Skins.  Now there were three to play in the field
and Ira and Justin acted as goalkeepers.

The play resumed in a more organized fashion.  Thomas proved to have a
little more ability than met the eye and took a pass from Jermaine that got
past Justin for the first goal of the game.  Ira kicked the ball to the
Skins and the game resumed.

With the confusion over who would defend the goal resolved the Skins began
to do a better job of working the ball.  After some struggles over
possession Danny found Tony in the clear and sent the ball to him as he ran
in from the side and head butted it into the goal.  The score was tied.

In jockeying for the ball it became clear that Michael was almost as fast
on his feet as Jermaine and he began to run down the ball very effectively.
Jermaine fired a hard shot to the goal that would have gone in but Justin
jumped high and blocked it.  It was becoming a very competitive game and
more boys lined the field to watch.

Michael and Tony began working together, passing the ball between them as
they worked it down the field.  Michael kicked the ball to Danny on the
other side of the field who brought it down and passed it to Tony who had
reappeared on the far side of the goal, and nailed another one.  Skins 2,
Shirts 1.

The game went on for about an hour or until most of the boys were tired and
winded. To play soccer means to run almost continuously and not many boys
are in that kind of shape.  So the game wound down with all the boys
agreeing both that they were tired, and that it had been a lot of fun.

	"We need to do more of this."  Danny suggested.  Both the boys who
played and those who watched agreed that it was cool.

It was time to get cleaned up and get ready for supper.  On the way back to
their room Danny walked with Tony.

	"You are a good soccer player."  Danny told him.

	"Yeah, I like it a lot."  Tony agreed.

	"Did you tell me that you really wanted to make some friends?"
Danny asked.

	"Yeah, I do.  Like, I don't know anybody here."  Tony agreed.

	Danny put his hand on Tony's shoulder.  "You know, guys respect
athletes. You can make good friends playing sports.  Think about that."

Once inside they felt grimy from the sweat worked up by the game.  Tony,
Danny, Justin and Jermaine grabbed towels and went to the bathroom.  As
they started to shower they were joined by David and Michael.

Like Tony, Michael was uncircumcised, the rest were cut.  Jermaine probably
had the most impressive cock which hung long and dark over his balls and
his black pubes were very curly.  Danny's cock was short but thick, and
David was surprisingly almost hairless.  Tony noticed that Justin had a
modest growth of pubic hair that was almost blond.  Tony had felt them in
the closet but could not see that they were so pale, a fact that interested
the Mexican boy.  Here in America he had seen boys with dark hair like
himself but also red hair and now blonde.  In Mexico it seemed that
everyone had dark straight hair.

	Tony's visual inspection of the other boys was interrupted by a
comment from Jermaine.  "You are a good soccer player."  He said.

	"Thank you."  Tony responded.  "I like to play soccer."

	"Well you are pretty good at it."  Jermaine admitted almost
reluctantly.

	Tony glanced at Danny who was smiling at him.  "We should play more
often." He suggested.  "It's a good game."

They soaped off, rinsed, and began to step out and towel themselves dry.
They wrapped their towels around themselves, picked up their dirty clothes
and headed back to their respective rooms.

It was time for supper.  They put on clean clothes and walked down to the
dining room.  Ira and Thomas were already there, sitting next to each
other.  Tony and his room mates sat with them and were soon joined by David
and Michael.  It appeared that they might be a group of friends.

That evening at supper several boys who Tony did not know spoke to him and
told him they enjoyed watching the soccer game.  Tony thought about what
Danny had said about playing sports.  This might not be so bad.



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


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