Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 00:32:59 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 29

Nick's Story -- Chapter 29

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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Joseph and I fell back into our routine of touching base at the flagpole
after school, then spending a little time together at his house before I
rode my bike on home.  We had the time to talk and share some affection,
but the prospect of his father coming home early kept us from doing
anything serious.  I had only spoken to Dr. Anderson at the picnic when
Joseph and I first met.  He had attended Joseph's second recital but I did
not speak to him then.  From what Joseph said his father was rather a
distant figure in his life.  Now that his mother was in rehab, Joseph was
pretty much on his own with only their housekeeper Alice to look after him.

The bright spot was that he was to spend weekends with my family.  Although
we were rather crowded in our two bedroom apartment, my younger brother
Kevin had volunteered to sleep on the sofa when Joseph was with us so the
he could have Kevin's twin bed in our room.  Alice would bring him to our
place after school on Friday and we would drop him at his house after
church on Sunday.  It was a workable plan.  We had a chance to visit at
Choir practice on Thursday night.

	"You look like an Eskimo."  Joseph said when I came in from the
parking lot.

	"Riding a bicycle is pretty breezy in December."  I reminded him.

	"Why don't you let Alice pick you up when she brings me?  It is
right on the way."

	"Actually, that's not a bad idea."  I agreed.  "I'll take you up on
that if you don't mind.  Have you heard anything from your mother?"

	He shook his head.  "No, they keep them isolated, at least at
first.  After all, she has only been there since Monday."

	"Have you talked to your father any more?"

	"Yes, as a matter of fact.  He has started coming up to see me when
he comes home in the evening.  Not that we spend a lot of time together but
that is certainly something new.  I think he is trying to be a father for
maybe the first time."

	"That's great."  I agreed.

	"It is."  Joseph said.  "It is a little awkward actually.  It seems
we barely know each other, but we are beginning to.  I know that he really
is a good man, and this has caused him to rethink a number of things I
suppose.  It is a bit awkward but we are trying to develop a relationship."

Then Mrs. Tailor came in and it was time to begin our rehearsal.

On Friday I came home straight from school, knowing that Alice would be
bringing Joseph to our apartment rather than to his house.  The first thing
I noticed was that Mom was not in the kitchen.

	When I arrived she told me, "After your father gets home we are
going out to get a Christmas tree.  We can get something to eat on the way
home."

	"That's right.  We usually have one up by now."  I recalled.

	"Well we have been distracted this year because of Joseph's
situation.  I thought he might like to help us decorate the tree."  She
suggested.

	"That's a great idea.  It is always fun to decorate the tree
together."  I agreed.

Mom had pulled the box of decorations out from somewhere and after a few
minutes Joseph arrived.

	"Hey!"  I greeted him.  "We are going to get our Christmas tree
tonight, and you can help us set it up and decorate it."

	"Oh, how fun."  He exclaimed.  "For some reason we never seem to
get around to doing that.  Generally I just come home to find that Alice
has put up a tree."

	Kevin came in from the bedroom with a big smile.  "Hi Joseph.  Did
you hear that we're getting a tree tonight?"

	"Yes, Nicky just told me.  That will be fun."

We sat on the sofa and talked until Dad came home, then all piled in the
Buick and went out in search of a tree.

The Lion's Club had a big tree lot not far from the apartment and we
started walking through the rows of trees trying to pick out just the right
one.  It seemed that the nice ones were too expensive and the affordable
ones were kind of scraggly.

	Finally Kevin called out.  "Hey, here it is.  This one is calling
our name."

We went to look at his selection and agreed it looked good.  It was small,
but well shaped with no significant bald spots.

	"This looks like it will work."  Dad said.  "Good eye, Kevin.  Let
me talk to the attendant"

Dad was the family horse trader and inquired about the cost, frowning at
the initial price.  He began pointing out the defects that we had not
really noticed and eventually got the price down by 2 dollars.  It was
probably the price the man intended to sell it for in the first place, but
they were both happy.

	"Load it up."  Dad said.  The tree was tied on the roof of the car
for the trip home, and we piled in the back seat.

	Joseph seemed delighted.  "That was fun.  Your father is a good
negotiator."

	"He loves this kind of thing.  It is sort of an annual tradition."
I told him.

	Kevin laughed and said quietly.  "If it was a dollar Dad would get
it for 50 cents."

On the way back we drove through a McDonald's and ordered burgers and fries
all around with sodas on the side.  We sat in the parking lot and ate while
filling the car with the smell of french fries and onions.

Back at the apartment, Joseph and I carried the tree inside while Kevin ran
ahead to open the door.  Dad dug into the Christmas box, found the tree
stand and filled it with water, while Mom started sorting out the
ornaments.

	"Lights first, then garlands, then ornaments."  Dad instructed, as
he laid out the string of lights and replaced the burned out bulbs.
"There!"  He shouted in triumph when they finally all lit.

First we had to rearrange the furniture a little to make room for the tree
next to the TV.  We worked together assembling the decorations as per Dad's
instructions, getting in each other's way, laughing and joking.  Joseph was
obviously delighted with the whole process.  The garlands and ornaments
were old and kind of shabby but when they were on the tree and the lights
were lit, it looked great.

	We stood back and admired our work.  "It looks like Christmas."
Kevin announced.  We all agreed.

Mom retrieved our little nativity scene from the box and put it on top of
the TV.  Some other Christmas knickknacks went around the living room, and
a blue star went in the kitchen window to be seen from outside.  We were
ready for Christmas.

	"It looks wonderful!"  Joseph exclaimed.  "I can't remember having
more fun. Do you do this every year?"

	"It's an annual tradition."  I assured him.  He just smiled.  I
wanted to hold his hand but satisfied myself with putting my hand on his
shoulder and squeezing it a little.

	Joseph seemed so happy.  Kevin looked at him and said, "Merry
Christmas Joseph.  I'm glad you are with us this year."

	"So am I."  Joseph said with great sincerity.  He turned to Kevin
and embraced him with a big hug.  "You are the best little brother ever."
Kevin laughed and hugged him back.

	Mom called us into the kitchen and revealed 5 mugs of hot chocolate
and a plate of Oreos.  "Here you go.  They're not home made but you all
like Oreos.  It's a reward for a job well done.  The tree looks very nice."

We turned on the TV, found an early Christmas special and drank the cocoa.
The room smelled of pine needles and looked a lot like Christmas.

	At bedtime Kevin washed up and got his blanket and pillow out.  He
sat next to me and said quietly, "I won't bug you guys tonight."

After the TV news Joseph and I said good night.  We took turns doing our
bathroom chores, then went in the bedroom and sat next to each other on my
bed.

	"It is very kind of Kevin to give up his bed."  Joseph said.

	"He doesn't mind."  I assured him.  "He really likes you."

	Joseph looked thoughtful.  "Does Kevin have any close friends?  He
seems to be satisfied to stay home and read.  I wonder sometimes if he is
lonely."

	"I really don't know."  I admitted.  "I mean, he doesn't seem
unhappy or anything.  I guess he has friends at school but he never has
anyone over here."

	"It is none of my concern of course, but he is such a nice person.
I wonder that he doesn't have some close friends, or a girlfriend maybe.
He is getting to that age you know."

	"I have wondered about that."  I agreed.  "He isn't like us, he
isn't, you know, gay.  He has never talked about any close friends either
boys or girls. Maybe I should be concerned, but he seems content to just
hang out here with the family."

	"I just wondered.  Kevin has been very kind to me and I wish good
things for him.  Maybe he is not old enough to think about such things."

	"He is old enough."  I said.  "He is old enough to be jerking off
anyway.  We have talked about that.  I don't know, he is sort of a private
person."

	"How do you know he is masturbating?"  Joseph asked.

	"Because I walked in and caught him doing it."  I laughed.  "That's
why we started knocking on the door before we come into the bedroom."

	"That must have been embarrassing for you both."  He chuckled.

	"It was, but later we talked about it and I told him it was no big
deal."  I said.  "He is pretty well hung for a twelve year old."

 	"Really?"  Joseph asked with interest.

	"Yeah, he is.  You perving on my little brother?"  I laughed.

	"No, not at all.  I'm sorry.  The idea of sharing a bedroom with a
brother is quite foreign to me.  I am just curious I suppose."  He assured
me.

	"That's OK, I understand."  I told him.  "Maybe I should talk to
him about his friends.  As younger brothers go, he is a great kid."

	"Yes, Kevin is a very loving person.  Perhaps I am projecting my
own loneliness on him.  I just want him to be happy."

	I looked at Joseph.  "Maybe.  You have a lot going on right now.
So how do you feel?  Are you happy?"

	He smiled.  "Can't you tell?  I am very happy to be here with you
and your wonderful family.  You are the luckiest boy in the world and I am
lucky to be with you."

	"I feel that way too."  I said.  "I wish we could be together
forever."

	"Forever is a long time Nicky.  I feel the same way, but I am
willing to just be content with right now, this moment."  He put his arms
around me and we kissed.

	Our hands began to wander under our shirts and we began to kiss
more passionately. Joseph paused and asked, "Is it safe?"

	"I think so.  Kevin won't bother us.  He knows about us and he is
OK with it."

	Joseph looked a little surprised.  "He does?"

	"I know for sure he does, and just for the record, I think Mom
knows too."

	"Really?  That is interesting to say the least.  "What about your
father?"  He asked.

	"I'm not sure what Dad knows.  He has never asked me any questions.
But my parents don't generally keep any secrets from each other.  I would
guess that whatever she knows, he knows too."  I confided.  "But to answer
your question, I think we are quite safe.  I suspect that as long as we
don't rub their noses in it, they are all OK with us being together."

	"Oh Nicky.  Maybe we really are lucky."  He began to undress.  "I
need you tonight."

After a moment we were both naked and pressed together in my bed.  Just in
case, I pulled my quilt over us.  I laid on top of him and we explored each
other's mouths with our tongues.  His hands cupped my butt cheeks and
pulled me closer.  After a few minutes of this he wordlessly turned over on
his stomach and pushed his ass into my groin.

I knew what he loved and pressed my face between his butt cheeks.  He
arched his back and opened up as much as he could.  I stuck out my tongue
and began to tickle his ass hole with the tip.  He moaned a little and
reached back with his hands to spread his cheeks further.  I found that I
could get the end of my tongue inside of him an inch or two, pulling it in
and out.  Then I stuck my tongue out flat and licked his ass from his
perineum up to his tail bone, up and down, back and forth, washing his ass
with my wet tongue.  From the sound he made I could tell he was in heaven.

While I gave him a tongue bath, I ran my hands up over his back and down
his sides, massaging the muscles from just under his armpits, then over the
small of his back and down his hips to the bottom of his thighs.  I pressed
hard and moved my fingers in a circular motion to match the movement of my
tongue. He responded with a low groan.

He brought his knees up to his sides to keep his ass spread and otherwise
relaxed to enjoy my ministrations.  We were in no hurry and I took my time
to give him as much pleasure as I could.

When his ass was sloppy wet, I found my little jar of Vaseline and lubed
myself up.  Bending over to kiss the back of his neck, I eased myself into
his hole and pushed in slowly.  Joseph moaned but indicated no
discomfort. He was well lubricated and I slid in very easily.

I began to push in and out, gripping his shoulders and kissing the nape of
his neck.  His butt came up to meet me when I pushed against him.  We fit
together perfectly, his ass against the inside of my hips, moving from side
to side a little when we were pressed together.  It felt so good to be deep
inside him and I could tell that he was experiencing as much pleasure as I
was.

	After a few minutes of this I had an idea and stopped.  "Trade
places with me, I want to get on my back."

	"Alright, but I prefer you to be inside me."  He protested mildly.

	"I know, I just want to try something."

	I lay on my back and took his arm.  "Now sit astraddle of me, sit
on it, OK?"

He put his knees on each side of me and maneuvered his hole over the end of
my penis.  I helped guide it inside as he slowly sat down on me until he
was resting on the inside of my hips with me deep inside him.

	"How is that?"  I asked.

	"Oh, that's nice."  He said.  "This is very comfortable and it
feels nice and deep."

	"Yeah it is.  This feels very good for me too, Ummm."  I responded.
"Do what feels right for you.  Now you are in control.  I'm going to relax
and let you do the work, OK?"

	He began to raise up and down, bringing me in and out of himself at
his own pace.  "Oh, I like this very much.  Oh yes."

I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand and began to stroke him as
he moved up and down on me.  It was nice to be able to look up at him while
we made love.

	I smiled at him.  "You know, you are really a very beautiful guy,
Joseph.  You are slender and firm, and when you move like that I can see
your muscles moving.  I love you very much, you know?"

	His eyes were closed and he whispered.  "Yes, I know, and I love
you too.  Oh, this is wonderful.  I think this was a good idea."

He began to move up and down in a very deliberate way.  He seemed to be
enjoying the feeling of moving my cock to be at just the right place to
please himself.  He was squeezing his anus as he moved, almost like a hand
or a mouth, caressing my penis in his rectum.  Now that I was otherwise
motionless, I could focus on the feeling of my penis inside him, enjoying
the sensation of his tightening grip on my cock as he stroked me with his
insides.

	"I don't know about you," I said, "But that feels fantastic for
me."

I put some Vaseline on my hand and stroked him with gentle pressure.  I
went slowly and twisted my hand around his cock as I went up and down,
running my thumb over the head when I was at the top.

He put his hands on my chest and his head began to roll loosely on his
shoulders, his breathing got faster and he was clearly about to climax.
When he did, his ass tightened on my cock and I went over the edge at the
same time.  I filled his ass with my cum as he sprayed his load over my
face and chest.  His expression was ecstatic.  I clamped my mouth shut to
keep from crying out.

We collapsed together and held each other close.  We blew out our hot wet
breath in each other's ears.  After a few minutes he raised up and looked
down at me.

	"Oh Nicky, that was wonderful.  I think that was the best ever.  I
like your idea very much."

	I took a deep breath and exhaled.  "I do too.  You said it was more
comfortable for you, and I like that we can look at each other."

	"I felt like I was pleasing myself.  It let me put you in the place
that felt the best for me.  There seems to be a special spot inside me that
needs to be rubbed.  Was it really as good for you?"  He wondered.

	"Oh hell yes.  You were moving and squeezing on me and I could feel
myself moving inside you better than ever before.  it was terrific.  I
think we should patent that."

	Joseph laughed.  "I suspect that in the history of the human race
we are not the first to discover that.  But I do think we should try it
again."

	"Definitely.  That was a winner."  Then I pulled him down, kissed
him as tenderly as I knew how, and we held each other for some time.

	"How did we get so lucky?"  I wondered.  "Do we have Jack to thank
for getting us together?"

	"I suppose so.  He did introduce us."

	"I would never have gone to your recital if he had not invited me.
And then you came to my baseball game."

	"And I met your parents who where there."  Joseph agreed.  "And
Kevin.  Jack saw to it that we sat together."

I thought about the last summer when I was going to the YMCA every day.

	"Do you remember that last summer Jack was working as a lifeguard
at the downtown Y?"  I asked.  "I was going there almost every day, but
couldn't swim very well.  He spent time working with me and he made a lot
better swimmer out of me.  That's how I got to know him.  I think he
figured out that I needed a good friend.  Maybe that's why he introduced
us."

	"I remember that."  Joseph said.  "He is related to Mother in some
way and he stayed with us when he first moved to Tulsa.  No doubt he could
see that I needed a friend too.  How do you suppose he knew that we would
fit together so well?"

	"Maybe it was that thing you were talking about."

	"What thing?"

	"You know, that prayer thing."  I wondered.  "I mean, I had been
wishing I had a really good friend, although I never thought it would be
someone like you.  You are a lot more than I could ever have hoped for."

	Joseph looked thoughtful.  "That's true.  I was very lonely and
isolated.  The only friends I had were at school and the other members of
our quintet.  They were just acquaintances really.  I had no real friends.
Because of the way I am, I suppose I was afraid to allow myself to be open
enough to make any close friends.  I never expected to meet someone like
you, a beautiful redheaded baseball player."  He smiled, then looked more
serious.  "Maybe there is something to this prayer thing after all."

	I kissed him on the cheek.  "That works for me.  I don't know, I'm
just glad we're together."  I laughed.  "But it is enough to make a
believer out of a guy."

We got up and wiped ourselves off and decided we would shower in the
morning. Joseph climbed into Kevin's bed and we both quickly went to sleep.


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Tony had decided that the Tulsa Boys Home was not the worst place he had
ever been.  He had a safe place to sleep, the food was regular, and he had
even made a few friends.  While it was true that some were based on mutual
sexual interest, Danny and Jermaine didn't seem to want anything from him.
That was kind of a first.

As a new boy Tony had not earned the privileges that might come later.  He
was determined not to mess up so he could have those privileges when the
time came.  Some of the boys got to go to an outside movie with a group of
boys, and some even got to visit a relative for a weekend.  Not that it
mattered to Tony who had no relatives except for his brothers, and he
didn't even know where they were.

His brother Carlos had come to the Boys Home with him initially, but after
the first week told him he was going to be sent to a foster family.  Tony
was sent here because he had been arrested and was in need of supervision.
Carlos wasn't in any kind of trouble.  He just needed somewhere to live, so
a foster home was a better solution for him.  Since then he didn't even
know where Carlos was.  He thought Juan was with his oldest brother Pablo
but had no idea where they lived.  It looked like he was going to be at the
Tulsa Boys Home for some time.

When school was out he went to his room to check in with Danny.  He had a
little reading to do for English and sat down and did it straight off, then
asked if he could go play basketball.

	"I didn't know you were a basketball player."  Danny said.

	"I'm not really, but Jermaine has been teaching me."  He explained.

	Danny smiled.  "I thought you and Jermaine didn't get along."

	"I didn't think he liked me much when I first got here, but he has
been helping me with basketball."  Tony explained.  "I guess he is not so
bad."

	"He's a good basketball player."  Danny shrugged.

	"Well, can I go?"  Tony asked.

	"Sure, but don't be late for supper."

Tony raced over to the next building and down to the basement gym.  Sure
enough, Jermaine was there playing basketball with a group of older boys.
Tony didn't interrupt but sat down to watch.  He was trying to see how they
did things.  Some of them were pretty good.

After awhile Jermaine noticed him and gave him a little wave of recognition
which felt good.  When the game took a break he walked over.

	"How ya doin' Tony?"  He said.

	"I'm OK.  How are you?"  Tony replied, standing up to greet him.

	"I'm good.  You want to try to play a little today?"

	"With you guys?"  He asked with surprise.

	"Yeah, if you like.  You got to start sometime."

	"Sure!"  Tony said with delight.

	They sat down to wait for the pick up game to resume.  Tony thought
a minute then asked then older boy.  "You been real nice to help me.  I
appreciate it man.  When I first got here I didn't think you liked me so
much."

	Jermaine looked at him and smiled a little.  "I wasn't sure about
you at first.  To tell you the truth I talked to Danny about you and he
told me he thought you were here because you had gotten a bum deal, but
were an OK guy.  I respect what Danny says."

	"Yeah?  That makes me feel pretty good.  Thanks."

	Jermaine gave him a straight look.  "I believe in giving people the
benefit of the doubt.  But be careful who you hang with.  Some of these
boys can get you in trouble, OK?"

	Tony didn't quite know what to say, so he just said, "OK."

	Some of the other boys started throwing the ball around so Jermaine
said "Let's go."  And the conversation was over.

The boys informally took sides and started to play.  Tony was the youngest
but since Jermaine had brought him into the game they accepted him without
argument.  Jermaine let him play on his side and Tony did his best to
please him.  He was clumsy when he dribbled and missed most of his shots
but was obviously giving it his best effort.  For sure he was doing better
than the last time he tried to play.

There was a lot of jostling under the net and he got knocked down by the
bigger boys, but he never backed off.  They chuckled at him but didn't give
him a hard time.  Jermaine fed him the ball a couple of times when he was
close to the net and one time he made a basket, earning some 'attaboys'
from the other boys.  Tony was used to getting banged around when he played
soccer.  Basketball was played with a bigger ball and a smaller net, but
Tony decided it wasn't any rougher.  Whatever Tony was, he wasn't a coward.

After another half hour it was getting close to suppertime and the game
broke up.  A tall sandy haired boy asked him what his name was.

	"My name is Tony."  He said.

	"My name is Bobby."  The big boy told him.  "You ain't afraid of
getting hit are you?  You keep at this and you'll be be good at it."  And
he stuck out his hand.

	Tony grabbed his hand and shook it.  "Thanks."  He said.

He walked away feeling good.  Jermaine caught his eye and didn't say
anything, but gave him a thumbs up and winked at him.

During supper he sat at a table with the boys from his room.  Thomas was at
the next table and waved at him.  Justin sat next to him, but Tony was a
little shy about talking with him.  He wasn't sure who Jermaine had in mind
when he gave him his warning.  It wasn't a threat or anything, just like
advice from a friend.  Jermaine had been nicer to him than anybody else
except maybe Danny, and Tony felt like he should respect that.

 After supper he walked back to the room with his room mates and for the
first time felt like he was part of the group.  When they got back Danny
saw to it that everybody had done their school work then got out the deck
of cards.

	"Gin Rummy?"  He asked.  They pulled their chairs up to a bottom
bunk and played until time for bed.  This time to no one's surprise, Danny
won.

After the card game they went to the bathroom to shower and get ready for
bed.  Justin let Tony know that he was interested in doing something but
Tony pretended not to notice.  He just didn't feel like this was the time
to try and sneak off for sex, even though he was horny as usual.

When the lights were out Tony lay still until he thought everyone was
asleep.  He reached down and picked up the undershorts he had dropped next
to his bed.  Rolling over towards the wall he took his hard dick in his
hand and began to play with himself.

In a way it was nice to jerk off in the bed.  He had done sex with a lot of
men and boys but never had the luxury of a soft bed.  It was usually in a
hiding place of some sort, in the back of a car, in the park toilet, in
some bushes, behind a building, in a closet or the shower.  He dreamed of
being with someone kind who really cared about him, maybe in a nice bed
with clean white sheets.  He imagined being in the strong arms of a real
lover.

It would be nice to have time to enjoy each other's bodies, maybe to kiss
and hug without worrying about who might find them, without being afraid of
being caught. He wondered what it would be like to really make love with
someone, to be with someone who really loved him.

He pressed his face into the crook of his arm, pretending that it was the
face of someone dear.  He sighed and shot into the soft cotton briefs,
filling them with his hot cum.  It felt good to have the release of
tension, but left him feeling as lonely as ever.  He was beginning to make
a few friends here, but he longed for someone to love.


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


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