Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2015 03:24:43 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nick's Story - Chapter 28

Nick's Story -- Chapter 28

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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I was looking forward to seeing Joseph after school on Monday.  He was to
have a serious discussion with his father after we took him home Sunday
from church.  It sounded like a game changer and I was anxious to hear
about it.  Sure enough, he was waiting at the flag pole when I came out of
the building.

	"Hey!  What's up Joseph?"  I called to him.  "How did it go?"

	"Hello Nicky.  It went well.  Can you come over so we have time to
chat?"  He answered.

	"Sure.  Is your father home?"

	"Probably not now, but he might return before you leave.  Why don't
you ride your bike over in case he comes home before you leave?"  He
suggested.

	I saw Alice at the curb.  "I will see you there."  I said and rode
away.

I pulled up into his driveway as the garage door was closing and leaned my
bike against the back steps.  Joseph stepped out and ushered me in and up
to his room.

	"You OK?"  I asked.

	"Yes, sit down and I will tell you what I know."  He said.

	"I am all ears."  And I flopped down on his sofa with him next to
me.

	"It was an interesting talk that we had.  I don't know that Father
has ever spoken so candidly with me before.  I have to tell you that it
felt good to be spoken to as if I were an adult."

	"So what did he say?"

	Joseph took a deep breath as if pulling his thoughts together.
"Father admitted that he has known about Mother's drinking problem for
years, but had hoped she would be able to control it.  Now however, it was
apparent that she would need professional help.  This morning he drove her
over to Cushing to a new facility, the 'Valley Of Hope' treatment center
where she is to spend the next 2 months in intensive treatment.  It appears
that she was abusing prescription drugs as well as alcohol.  It is even
more serious then I realized."

	"Will you be able to visit her at all?"  I wondered.

	"Yes, after the first 3 weeks we can go over on a Sunday afternoon
for a supervised visit providing that she is meeting the rules of the
program.  It seems that they are quite strict.  Father said that he
understands it is an excellent program.  They have other facilities around
the country and have an excellent record."

	"At least it is not so far away.  Cushing is less than an hour
away."  I reminded him.

	"Yes, that is an advantage.  I am hopeful that we will be able to
visit her more often as time goes by."  He rubbed his hands together.

	"So how is your mother doing with all this?  I guess your father
talked to her when he took her over."  I asked.

	"I asked him that."  Joseph answered.  "He said she was remorseful,
that she felt sorry for what she had put us through.  Strangely, he said
she seemed almost relieved, as if she was glad that perhaps she might be
able to put all this behind her.  I suppose it has been a great struggle
for her as well."

	"So this is going to be a good thing?"  I asked hopefully.

	"I certainly hope so."  Joseph tried to smile.  "He did mention you
and your family.  I think he understands that even though Mother was not
herself for some time, her absence will leave me on my own even more than
before.  He understands that I have a special relationship with you and
your family, and approves of my staying with you on weekends.  In which
case he insists that he compensate you in some way."

	"You mean like pay us or something?  I don't think Dad would let
him do that."  I predicted.

	"No, that doesn't seem right."  Joseph agreed.  "But I do feel that
I am something of an imposition, especially for Kevin."

	"Kevin doesn't mind, he really likes you.  And besides, he said the
sofa was more comfortable than his bed."  I insisted.  "It was his idea."

	Joseph smiled.  "Kevin is very gracious and I will take him at his
word. Although, even if it were something of an imposition on him, I crave
your hospitality too much to refuse it."

	I laughed and shrugged.  "So that is settled.  We will look for you
to stay with us every weekend until your mother comes home.  I'll tell Mom.
You know we all love you."

	"Yes, I think you do."  Joseph's eyes looked shiny.  "I think I
feel like a puppy that has been brought in from the cold and fed."

	"Awww.  Well I think you are a cute puppy."  I grinned.

	"Maybe a lucky dog."  He smiled.

	I thought of something.  "If you are going to be with us every
weekend, maybe you should keep your bicycle over at our place."

	"Maybe I should.  I never ride it except when we are together."  He
agreed.

	"When Alice takes you home on Friday, you can ride your bike to my
place and leave it there."  I suggested.

	"I think that sounds like a plan."  Joseph agreed with a smile.

	"OK, good, we have everything figured out."  I looked out over his
balcony.  "It is starting to get dark really early.  I better get home."

	Joseph looked out and nodded.  "It is almost time for the Winter
Solstice.  It will be Christmas in a few weeks."

	"That's right.  I guess it has kind of snuck up on us this year."
I looked back at him.  "So what do you want for Christmas?"

	"You."  Joseph deadpanned.

	"You already got that."  I reminded him.

	He smiled.  "That's all I need."

	We hugged and I kissed him on the cheek.  I stood and said.  "I got
to go.  See you tomorrow, OK?"

	"OK."  Joseph stood and walked me out to the back door to retrieve
my bike.  He touched my arm and mouthed, "I love you Nicky."

I smiled and waved then sped down his drive turning back through his
neighborhood to Riverside and the bike trail.  It was dusk and the air was
chilly.  I stopped to pull my hoody over my ears and button my jacket
collar then sped on.

I thought to myself that it would be different having Joseph with us every
weekend.  I supposed it would be for the next 2 months, then when his
mother came back it would stop.  That meant he would be with us over
Christmas.  I wondered what he would do for Christmas itself.  Not go to
his mother's sister like they did at Thanksgiving I thought.  We usually
put up a little tree when it was this close to Christmas but not this year,
at least not yet. That was always fun.  Maybe we could do that next weekend
when Joseph was with us.  It would be crowded, but nice.

When I got home I found Kevin on the sofa and Mom in the kitchen.  All was
right in the world.  I decided to wait until Dad came home to talk about
Joseph's conversation with his father so I wouldn't have to repeat the
story.  I asked for a snack and got carrot sticks.  Not what I was hoping
for but it would do.

	I joined Kevin on the sofa.  "What's new?"

	"Not much really."  He said.  "But I am thinking about playing some
soccer."

	"That's cool.  But in December?"

	"It will start in January some time.  It's indoor soccer and we
will do it in the gym at school."  He explained.

	"You played with a kid soccer league for a couple of years."  I
remembered.  "What happened to that?"

	"It was hard to get to practice."  He explained.  "We practiced at
Veterans Park and Mom thought it was too far for me to ride my bike, and
Dad usually had the car.  Sometimes I could catch a ride but I missed too
many practices and didn't get to play much.  It just didn't work out.  I
liked to play, though."

	"Meeting at school will make it easy to get to.  When do you
practice?"

	"Right after school.  I think there is a later bus or something to
get home."

	"Really?  Well, Cleveland is closer to home than Edison.  Maybe you
could ride your bike."  I suggested.

	"Maybe."  He said doubtfully.

	"Something will work out."  I encouraged him.

Dad came home and went in the kitchen to inspect what was cooking and give
Mom a hug.  They talked for a minute then he came back and sat down between
Kevin and me.

	"What's new with you guys?"  He asked.

	"Kevin's going to play soccer."  I broke the news.

	"Is that right?"  Dad looked at Kevin.

	Kevin grinned.  "After school in the gym.  I think it costs 15
dollars."

	Dad nodded.  "I think we can manage that.  How will you get home?"

	Kevin squirmed a little.  "I think there is a later bus, or maybe I
could ride my bike.  It will only be 2 days a week."

	Dad looked thoughtful.  "We'll see.  We can probably work something
out."

	Mom called in from the kitchen.  "I think Nicky has something to
tell us."

	Now Dad turned to me.  "What do you know?"

I wondered how Mom knew I had news.  Mothers always know everything.

	I began.  "Well, Joseph had a long talk with his father yesterday
after we took him home.  His father told him that his mother was in the
'Valley Of Hope' place and would be there for 2 months.  I think they can
visit her some but she has to stay there until she finishes the program.
Anyway, he figures it will be hard for Joseph to be by himself, especially
on the weekends, so he gave permission for Joseph to stay with us on the
weekends.  If it is OK with you of course."

	Dad nodded.  "I already told him it would be alright.  I even
talked to Dr. Anderson.  He is welcome here."

	I continued.  "Yes sir, and Joseph really appreciates that.  But
his father said that if he does that, he will insist on compensating us."

	"Compensating us?"  Dad frowned a little.  "Like pay us?  We aren't
renting him a bed.  It is nice of him to offer but we don't want that.  If
he brings it up I will politely refuse."

	"That's what I told Joseph."  I agreed.

	"I think Dr. Anderson has a different way of looking at things."
Mom said from the kitchen.  "Maybe he was never in the position of needing
someone to help him."

	Dad observed.  "Well, he comes from money, and so does Joseph's
mother. Maybe they've never been in that situation.  I guess whatever they
needed they just bought and paid for."

	"What Joseph needs can't be bought with money."  Mom added.

I thought about Alice who had basically been hired to provide Joseph with
what his mother did not.  As nice as Alice was, a hired mother was a poor
substitute.  On the other hand, it seemed that Alice was the only one to
love him.

We talked about it while Mom finished fixing supper, then sat down together
and ate.  I thought about Joseph, probably eating his supper in the kitchen
with Alice, or alone.  For all his privilege, what he needed was love.


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After school at the Tulsa Boys Home, those who had not screwed up and been
grounded, were able to relax after school until time for supper.  Tony went
to the basement gym in the next building and found some boys playing
basketball.

Tony was tempted to try and join them but remembered Jermaine's advice to
practice skills before trying to play.  He picked up a basketball and
started to dribble, right hand, left hand, walking faster then trotting
slowly, keeping the ball going.  It was beginning to feel comfortable.

	He saw Thomas sitting on the sidelines and called to him.  "Hey
Thomas, want to practice passing with me?"

	Thomas shrugged and stood up.  Tony bounced the ball to him.  "Now
bounce it back to me."  Tony asked him.  When he had the ball he threw it
straight back to Thomas.  "Now back to me like that, OK?"

Thomas quickly got the idea and the boys began to do the drill that
Jermaine had taught Tony the day before.  Back and forth, bounce then
straight, faster and faster.

	Thomas started to grin.  "This is kind of fun."  He said.

After about 20 minutes Jermaine came in and smiled to see Tony working on
his passing.

	He watched them for a little then walked up and said to both the
boys. "You are looking good guys.  You want to try and shoot some hoops?"

	"Sure!"  Tony said, a little tired of his drills.  Thomas nodded
that he would like to join them.

	Jermaine positioned himself at the free throw line, crouched into
position then sailed one through the basket.  "OK, you do that."  He tossed
the ball to Tony.

	Tony tried to imitate the stance that Jermaine took and threw the
ball at the goal, falling short and missing the backboard completely.
"Shit."

	Jermaine retrieved the ball and tossed it to Thomas.  "Now you."

Thomas stepped up to the line and tossed the ball at the goal, hitting the
rim and bouncing off.  He shook his head and stepped back.

	Jermaine picked up the ball and motioned for the boys to come near
him. "Look here."

	He put himself in position and crouched a little.  "When you shoot,
raise up from your crouch.  It gives you some extra power and control.  And
hold the ball like this, see."

	"You rest it on the palm of one hand and then push it off with the
other, your right if you are right handed.  Now sight along the top of the
ball and try to aim for just above the rim, OK?"

	"Then raise up and push the ball into the net."  He shot to
demonstrate and it swished gently through the net.

	He tossed the ball to Tony and said, "Now try it again."  Tony shot
again and didn't get it though the net but at least did hit the rim.

	"That's better" Jermaine told him and tossed the ball to Thomas for
his attempt.

Thomas managed to bounce one straight up from the rim then came down to
bounce into the net.  He drew praise from Jermaine.

They went back and forth like this for about 30 minutes.  To Tony's
surprise he began to get a few balls through the hoop.  Jermaine encouraged
them and made corrections when he felt it would help.

	Now Jermaine held the ball.  "Hey, let's play 'HORSE', OK?  I start
and shoot from anywhere I like.  And if I miss I get 'H'.  If I make it,
then Tony has to make the same shot.  If Tony misses it then he's got H on
him, if he makes it then he's clean and Thomas gets to try.  When we all
shoot then Tony gets to shoot first and we got to make what he does.
Unless he misses."  Jermaine laughed.  "You got it?  Come on, let's go"

Jermaine stepped to one side and swished one in the net.  Now Tony had to
stand in that same spot and gave it a try.  He missed.  Then Thomas gave it
a try.  He also missed.

	Jermaine cackled.  "You boys both got H on you.  Now it's Tony's
turn. Don't mess up!"

	Tony stood closer to the net and tossed the ball up and over the
rim, dropping the ball through the goal.  "I got it."  He said.

	Thomas took the ball and repeated Tony's shot.  "That's too easy."
He said.

Jermaine took the ball, stood on Tony's spot, covered his eyes with one
hand and tossed the ball through the hoop with the other laughing all the
time.

	Now it was Thomas's turn.  He went back to the free throw line,
crouched and shot like Jermaine taught him.  It bounced on the rim but went
in.  "I did it!"  He yelled.

	Jermaine took the line, again covered his eyes with one hand and
shot with the other.  It bounced off the backboard and fell to the floor.
"Oh man, now I got H on me!.  That's what I get for showing off."

It was Tony's turn and after great concentration he also made the free
throw, putting H on all three.  They rotated around until first Tony then
Thomas managed to spell HORSE on themselves.  Jermaine seemed to thoroughly
enjoy the whole process which also made it fun even for the losers.

	"You guys keep at it, you're doin' good."  He encouraged them.
"Watch some of these older boys, some of them are pretty good.  Do what
they do." Then he ran down to join what looked like a free for all under
the other goal.

	"He makes it fun."  Tony said, pointing at Jermaine.

	"Yeah, he does.  And he is a good soccer player too."

	"Yeah, I know."  Tony agreed.  "He is fast."

	"You know him?"  Thomas asked.

	"He's in my room.  I didn't think I was gonna like him at first,
but he's OK."

	Thomas gave Tony a closer look.  "You play soccer good too.  Where
are you from?"

	"I come from Mexico but I live in Tulsa now."  Tony looked back at
Thomas.  He was kind of stocky but looked very solid.  He looked pretty
good, Tony thought.

	"I learned how to play soccer when I was in Mexico.  Everybody
plays down there. I like it."  Tony smiled.  "You made some goals too.
You're pretty good."

	"Yeah, thanks.  Where is your room?"  Thomas asked.

	"I'm in the next building on the third floor.  You?"

	"Same building second floor.  There aren't many guys there."

	"Yeah?"  Tony wondered where this was going.

	Thomas lowered his voice and looked at Tony's crotch.  "You want to
take a shower?"

	"Yeah, maybe."  Tony smiled.

Thomas motioned for Tony to follow him and they went next door and up to
the second floor and into a bathroom.

	"If you want to wait here I'll get us a towel."  Thomas offered.

	Tony nodded, "OK."

It was quiet there.  On Tony's floor there was usually the sound of voices
and kids banging around.  Here it was silent.  In a few minutes Thomas
returned with a pair of towels.

	"I got some soap too."  He said.

They went to the back where the showers were and stripped off, tossing
their clothes on a bench.  Thomas picked a shower head which was out of
sight of the center aisle and adjusted the water.

Tony was getting hard and didn't bother to try and hide it.  He looked at
Thomas and saw that he was a little heavy but looked very strong.  His arms
and shoulders were full.  Between his legs was a very fat cut dick almost
hidden from view by a great bush of black pubic hair.  His body was smooth
but his lower legs were covered by fine dark hair.  As he let the water run
over him he rubbed his dick and it began to grow.  Tony liked what he saw.

	"Hey, you look good man."  Tony said admiringly.

	"So do you.  You got pretty brown skin and a nice one."  He said
looking at Tony's uncut cock, now standing straight out.

	"You got a fat one."  Tony began to fondle his cock, causing it to
stand up flat against his belly.

Thomas squeezed his dick causing it to grow to a standing position.  He was
almost as big as some of the men Tony had seen and it made him shake with
desire.

	"You like to play?"  Tony asked.

	In answer Thomas took Tony's dick in his hand and began to pull his
skin back and forth.  "You got a real pretty one."  Tony put his hand on
Thomas and they began to stroke each other.

	"You play with many guys?"  Tony wondered out loud?

	"Yeah, I been here 3 years.  Lots of guys here like to play.  There
ain't nothing else to play with."  He laughed.  "We had a counselor here
last year, a young guy maybe 25.  He liked to play, especially with the
young boys.  He was here almost 2 years before somebody ratted on him.  He
was really nice.  He had a big dick and he would let you fuck him if you
let him do you."

	"Really?"  Tony was instantly sorry to hear that he was gone.  "Do
any of the other counselors like to play?"

	Thomas leaned forward to rub their hard cocks together.  "Maybe,
but I don't want to rat anybody out."

	Tony rubbed himself into the stocky boy.  "Man, that is hot.  I
wish I knew who it was.  I like to play with big ones."

	"Do you?  I got a pretty big one you know."  And he put his hand on
Tony's shoulder and he readily sank to his knees and started to lick the
boy's fat cock.

He ran his tongue around and under his dick and licked from the head down
to his balls, licking each one and feeling the thick hair that covered
them.  Thomas moaned and put his hands on each side of Tony's face.

	"Oh damn, suck me please."  Thomas begged.

Tony took him as far in his mouth as he could, almost choking on the fat
cock.  It filled his mouth and he could smell the musky odor of his long
pubic hair as it tickled his face. It had been a long time since he had
sucked a man sized cock and he loved it.  He sucked and licked until Thomas
began to jerk around.  Then he stopped and stood up.

	"Now suck me."  He told the bigger boy.

	Without a word Thomas dropped to his knees and easily swallowed
Tony's brown cock.  He stopped just long enough to mumble, "I like your
skin man. They's not many with skin."  Tony began to fuck his face.

	Thomas stopped and looked up at Tony.  "Hey man, let me fuck your
ass, OK?

	"You got to let me fuck you too."  Tony insisted.

	"Sure man.  Come on."

Tony was wet from the shower and he rubbed a little soap up his
crack. Thomas slicked himself up with the same soap until his dick was
covered with soap bubbles.  Tony bent over and raised his hips up, anxious
to feel the big cock in his ass.

Thomas pushed the head of his cock in Tony's wet hole and pushed.  It was
as big a dick as Tony had ever taken and it hurt like hell.  He bucked
forward but Thomas kept up the pressure and it began to penetrate.  Thomas
slowed down a little to let Tony adjust and catch his breath.  Then slowly
pushed his cock in deeper.

	Tony was experiencing both pain and pleasure.  He begged Thomas.
"Slow down man.  You're too big."

	The bigger boy stopped and held still, just the head of his dick in
Tony's ass.  After a minute Tony said.  "OK, but go slow, dammit."

Thomas wiggled from side to side and started to push in slowly.  When Tony
drew his breath in sharply he paused a moment then started to push again,
moving out a little then in a little more.  Soon he was as deep as he could
go and Tony was gasping but also feeling good.

When the big dick was all the way inside, Tony could feel it massaging his
magic spot deep inside.  The feeling was of extreme fullness but now that
he was stretched out it was not so painful.  He had a cock this big up his
ass before, but not in some time.  Now he was remembering that he liked the
feel of it once it was inside.

Tony began to move his ass up and down signaling to Thomas that he was
ready to go.  Thomas was in heaven with his dick up Tony's hot tight ass,
and he began to slowly pump in and out.  He held Tony's hips and felt his
ass open up, allowing him to move in and out faster.

Tony began to moan with pleasure as the big head slid past his
prostate. Thomas drove himself as deep as possible then held still there
for a moment.  He pulled out almost all the way giving Tony the feeling
that his gut was collapsing, then quickly pushed all the way back in,
hitting Tony's sweet spot.

After a few minutes his speed had increased and Thomas was panting and
pumping as fast as he could.  Without warning he began to cum and drove
himself in deep, the hot semen flooding Tony's prostate and pushing him
over the edge.  For the first time in his life Tony began to cum without
ever touching himself, emptying his balls on the shower room floor.

Thomas held still until his orgasm was complete and he felt himself begin
to lose his erection.  He pulled out slowly and watched as the stream of
white sperm began to pour out of Tony's ass.  It dripped down over the back
of Tony's balls and down on the floor, mixing with his own.

	"Damn, did you cum?"  Thomas asked?

	"Yeah, I couldn't help it."  Tony gasped.

	"Son of a bitch, that was awesome!"  Thomas held Tony around his
slender waist and ran his face over his back.  "You are the best man.  You
are something else."  Then he asked.  "Are you OK?  Did I hurt you?"

	Tony turned and sat down on the floor.  "I'm OK Man, It's just that
you are so big.  It hurt going in but then it was good.  Yeah, I liked it."
Tony laughed.  "I shot my wad without even touching my dick.  I never did
that before."

	Thomas sat down and put his arm around Tony.  "Hey, you are great.
You are so hot.  I want to do stuff with you again, OK?"

	"Yeah, I want to do you too.  I didn't get my turn, you know?"

	Thomas ran his hand over Tony's flat smooth belly.  "Sure Tony.
Anything you want.  I will let you do whatever you want.  I want to be your
friend."


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


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