Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 03:37:44 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 30

Nick's Story -- Chapter 30

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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Saturday morning I woke up about 8:30 with my bladder so full it was
vibrating.  I put on some sweatpants and slipped out of the bedroom so as
not to wake Joseph.  Hurrying into the bathroom I shivered as I relieved
myself.  As I passed through the hall I was overwhelmed by the smell of
bacon frying.  I peeked into the kitchen to see Mom lifting strips of bacon
onto a layer of paper towels.  Next to her on the counter was a large bowl
of scrambled eggs, a smaller bowl of shredded yellow cheese, and another of
chopped peppers and onions.

	"What's for breakfast?"  I asked.

	She looked at me and said.  "I might fix you lazy boys some omelets
if you can drag yourselves out of bed."

	I went back in the bedroom and wiggled Joseph's foot through his
blanket.  "It might be worth your time to get up.  Mom's cooking
breakfast."

	Joseph raised his head up from the covers and inhaled deeply.  "Oh,
I see what you mean, that smells wonderful. I will be right up."

I pulled on a T shirt and went into the living room where Dad and Kevin
were sitting on the sofa.  I sat in the easy chair to leave room for Joseph
on the sofa. He passed through the bathroom then came in to sit between Dad
and Kevin who scooted over and made a place for him in the middle.

	"Good morning."  Kevin said with a grin.  "Nothing says get out of
bed quite like the smell of bacon."

	Joseph took a deep breath and nodded, "It does seem to have that
effect."

	"If you play your cards right she will fix your omelet to order."
Dad advised him.

	"That sounds wonderful."  Joseph agreed.

	Mom asked Joseph, "Company first, what do you want in your omelet?"

	Kevin explained.  "We've got cheese, onions, and peppers."

	"I would rather be part of the family than company, but if I'm
first, I will have a little of everything."  Joseph requested.

	"Coming up."  Mom called.  "What about the rest of you?"

	"Just cheese."  Dad said.

	"Hold the onions on mine" Kevin ordered.

	"Everything on mine."  I called.  "If Joseph is eating onions, I
will too."

	Everybody laughed and it took me a minute to catch why.  "I just
didn't want him to be the only one."  I tried to explain.

	"That's OK Nicky.  You can have them any way you want."  Mom
laughed.

We sat at the table where a platter of bacon was in the middle next to
cartons of cold milk and orange juice.  Another platter was piled with
buttered toast, and jars of grape jelly and strawberry preserves were next
to that.  Glasses and silver were on the table, along with a stack of paper
napkins.  Plates with the omelet each had ordered were placed in front of
us as they came off the skillet.

	"Eat them while they're hot."  Mom instructed.

Joseph started out eating very politely then realized that if he wanted any
bacon he was going to have to be quicker before it was all gone.

	"It's every man for himself here."  Dad laughed.

The bacon quickly disappeared and the omelets were close behind.  We slowed
down a little on the toast only because we had to take turns with the
jelly.  Before long the table had only a few crumbs and 5 greasy plates.

	"Great breakfast Mom."  Was the universal acclamation.

Dad had a pot of coffee made and we all had a cup. Joseph, Kevin and I with
milk and sugar, Mom and Dad had theirs plain.

	"We have become a whole family of coffee drinkers."  Mom said.  "I
guess we have Jack to thank for that."

	"Jack!  We need to take coffee and toast up to Jack."  I
remembered.

	"Well, wait a minute and I will make some more toast.  We need more
coffee anyway."  Mom offered.

When it was ready I poured a mug of coffee and put 2 slices of toast on a
plate with a gob of strawberry jam on the side.

	"Let's take it up to him."  I said to Joseph.  "You coming Kevin?"

	We all thumped up the stairs to Jack's apartment and pounded on the
door. "Room service!"  I yelled through the door.

	In a minute Jack opened the door with a quizzical look on his face.
"What the hell is going on out here?"  He saw the three of us with our
breakfast offering and laughed.  "Come on in before you break the door
down."

	"We brought you breakfast."  I announced.

	"I see you did."  Jack grinned.  "Now that's more like it."

Jack sat down on his sofa and ceremoniously ate his toast and drank his
coffee. Licking his fingers when he was finished.

	"Good stuff."  He said.  "We should do this every day."

	"There would be an extra charge for weekdays."  I suggested.

	"Well, I probably couldn't afford it anyway."  He chuckled.  "So
what brings all three of you up here.  Kevin, I don't think you have been
up to see me before."

	"No, I am just tagging along I guess."  Kevin said shyly.

	"You need to come see me more often.  Nick usually forgets my toast
and coffee.  You will have to remind him."

	Kevin just grinned.  "I'll try to do that."

	Jack looked at Joseph.  "How are things with you?  Is your mother
enrolled in her new school?"

	"Yes, she began her classes on Monday.  We are hopeful she will
graduate." Joseph informed him.

	Jack nodded.  "Good.  That's going to be a very good thing I'm
willing to bet."

	"Joseph is going to spend every weekend with us until his mom comes
home."  I informed him.  "Kevin and I have a new brother for awhile."

	Joseph smiled and nodded.  "I understand I have been adopted."

	"You couldn't have a nicer foster family."  Jack assured him.

	I asked Jack.  "Are you going to church in the morning?"

	"I plan to."  He said.

	"Good, then can you give us a ride?"  I asked.

	"Hmm, that means I would need to go early for your choir practice,
right?"

	"Yes, but you would be on time for your Sunday School."  I
suggested hopefully.

	Jack shook his head.  "It looks like I am going to be a regular.
Well, it won't hurt me.  OK, what time do we need to leave?

	"We need to be there by 10:00.  Can we leave at a quarter of?"  I
requested.

	"OK, I will bang on your door.  You guys be ready, OK?"

	"Great!  Thanks Jack.  You're the best."

We joked around for a little then excused ourselves and went back to the
apartment.

	When we got downstairs I looked out of the window and saw sunshine
and blue skies.  "What's the weather?"  I asked Kevin.
	"Forecast high of 55 and no rain in sight."  Said the source of all
information.

	"How about a bike ride?"  I said to Joseph.  "Wait, I guess we need
to go get your bicycle."

	"It's in your shed," He said.

	"How did it get there?"  I asked.

	"I rode it over after school yesterday like you suggested."

 	"But the shed is locked."

	"And I saw where you hide the key."  Joseph explained.

	"So much for security."  Kevin laughed.

	"Oh.  Well how about a ride?  Do you want to go Kevin?"  I offered.

	"Thanks for asking, but I can't keep up on that dirt bike."  Kevin
replied. "I'll pass."

	"You will need a coat."  Mom called.  "And helmets!"

	"I came prepared."  Joseph said, and went into the bedroom to pull
a jacket from his bag.

We went out back and retrieved our bikes from the shed, mounted up and rode
off.

	"Let's go to Sand Springs."  I suggested and we rode over to Main
then headed north to Elgin where the old railroad right of way had been
converted to a bike trail.

The trail headed west and followed the Arkansas River as it curved west
toward Sand Springs.  The little encampment of Tulsa was originally
established on that bend of the river back the 1840's when this was
unsettled land.  The old railroad path made a great bike trail.  It was
higher that the surrounding land and provided a good view as we rolled
along.  In about 20 minutes we were on the south side of the community of
Sand Springs, west of Tulsa but still on the northeast side of the river.

	There were some stores just off the trail.  "Let's stop for
something to drink."  Joseph suggested, and we rolled down from the trail
to a little convenience store.  It was chilly but the exercise had warmed
us up.

	"That hot chocolate your mother made yesterday was nice."  Joseph
recalled. "I wonder if they have some?"

They did, we both got a cup, and split a small package of Oreos.  There
were a couple of little booths on one end of the store so we sat there to
enjoy our snacks.

	"Not that I'm glad your mother is having problems, but it is neat
that you are going to be spending time with us."  I said.

	"I suppose there is a good side to every situation."  Joseph
philosophized.

	"I wonder what your father is doing?"  I wondered.

	"Playing golf I imagine.  That is usually what he does on the
weekend."

	"Life goes on."  I guessed.  "So how are you doing?"

	"Feeling guilty because I am not practicing my piano."  He
confessed.

	"Really?  Actually I guess I was wondering if you were getting
tired."

	Joseph smiled.  "Oh.  No, I am fine.  You have helped me get in
better physical condition with all the bicycle riding.  That is a good
thing, really."

	"All work and no play I guess.  I like to ride."  I said.

	"Yes, so do I.  I think I spend too much time feeling guilty about
things."

	"You are a lot more focused than I am.  I sort of float along."

	"That is how we are different Nicky.  I am obsessive, you are a
free spirit.  That is why we compliment each other so well."  He observed.

	"Right.  Well, you ready?"

	Joseph drained his chocolate, crushed the cup in his hand and
tossed it into the trash can.  "I'm ready."

	We got back on our bikes and walked them up the embankment to the
trail. "This is about as far west as it goes.  Lets start back."  I
suggested.

We rode back to downtown Tulsa and turned south toward the Rivertrail
again. The sun was warmer now and we opened our jackets to get some air.

	"How far do you want to ride?"  I asked.

	"How far does it go?"  Joseph replied.

	"From here, it angles about 10 miles south and a little east to
101st Street.  You up for it?"

	"Let's go."  He said.

We rode steady down to 41st Street and stopped at the public toilet for a
drink of water and a pee.  There was a little kiddy play area there and we
sat and watched the toddlers with their colorful coats and hovering
mommies.  There was an old guy camped out in the men's room who looked
hopefully at us while we tried to ignore him.  I knew what he wanted but
hoped I would never be that desperate.  I had what I wanted and felt a
little sorry for him.

From there we pressed on down to 101st Street without stopping.  Once there
we took a short break.

	"If we follow that 2 lane road ahead, we would end up in Haskell."
I told Joseph.  "But that is a long way.  If we followed 101st Street east
over that long hill we would be at Yale.  The trail angles east quite a bit
by the time we get down to here."

	"I am doing OK."  Joseph said.  "But by the time we get back I will
have had a sufficiency."

We turned around, started back north and rode steady until we got to 71st
Street and jogged over to the Quik Trip where we had stopped before.  We
went in and got a soda and a bag of crunchy Cheetos, then found our usual
spot against the wall outside and sat down.

	"My bottom is getting a little sore."  Joseph grinned.

	"Yeah?  That happens.  If you ride a lot your butt will get broke
in to the bike saddle.  We should either ride more, or maybe less."  I
laughed.  "To tell the truth I am getting kind of tender myself."

We finished our treats and resumed our ride.  When we got to 41st Joseph
announced that his bladder had refilled itself so we stopped at the toilets
again to pee.  The same old guy was still holding court in the stall.
Sorry old man, no sale.

We stretched our legs a little then went on.  When we got to Denver Avenue
we turned up the steep hill that led past my apartment at 10th Street.

	"Remember, this puppy is steep, gear down and stand up if you need
to."  I called to him.  We charged up the hill and started to slow down,
shifting down to gain more power.  It was a challenge, especially for
Joseph, but we cranked to the top without stopping.

	I gave us a cheer.  "We made it!"

	"Just barely."  Joseph groaned.  A few blocks more and we were
pulling around to the back of the apartment, and stashing our bikes in the
shed.

	Once in the apartment we flopped down on the sofa next to Kevin.
"Whew! That was a pretty good ride."  I exclaimed.  Joseph leaned back and
eased his butt onto the cushion.

	"How far did you go?"  Kevin wanted to know.

	I traced our route for him and then calculated.  "About 30 miles
all together."

	Kevin was impressed.  "Wow, that was a pretty good ride.  I'm glad
I didn't try that on a dirt bike."

	"I have never done that all at one time."  I admitted.  "How are
you doing Joseph?"

	"Fine, thank you.  Do you suppose I could go lie down for a bit?"

	"Sure.  I'll go with you."  I laughed, and we went into the bedroom
where Joseph stretched out on Kevin's bed.

	Joseph rubbed his crotch and looked concerned.  "I'm numb.  My
genitals seem to have disappeared."

	"They'll come back."  I laughed.  "When you sit on a bike saddle
for that long you press on the pubic nerve and it makes your junk go numb.
Want me to rub them for you?"

	"It is rather disconcerting not to be able to feel myself.  It is
like I was feeling of someone else.  My hand feels my penis but not the
other way around."

	"Massage your perineum, it will help the circulation."  I advised
him.

	He took my advice and after a minute or so said.  "Oh, that is
strange, they are beginning to tingle like when your foot goes to sleep."

	"That's exactly what happened, except it wasn't your foot."  I
grinned.

	"Does that happen every time?"  He asked.

	"No, you learn to raise yourself up off the saddle every little bit
to allow the circulation to come back."  I explained.  "You'll get used to
it."

	"Ah, I see now.  Yes, my equipment is beginning to return to its
rightful place."  He said gratefully.  "Things are beginning to return to
normal."

	I laughed again, "New experiences Joseph.  It's all about new
experiences."


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Tony had become a regular at the pick up basketball game.  He was beginning
to feel more comfortable dribbling and moving around the court.  He was
still getting pushed around by the older boys, but was starting to hold his
own at least part of the time.

When he was not playing with the group he was dribbling around at the other
end and trying to shoot baskets.  Jermaine spent some time with him and
tried to show him how to do a layup.  It was slow, but he was getting
there.

Tony was naturally athletic and with practice he would make a decent player
for someone of his size.  He could not compete on the same level with the
taller boys but his quickness was his best asset.

Over the next weekend he noticed a new boy in the dining room.  He was
small, even smaller than Tony, with dark red hair and very fair skin.  He
reminded Tony of a boy he knew at the YMCA back when he was swimming there
on a regular basis.  It turned out that the boy's room was just a few doors
away from Tony so he began to see him often.  Something about the boy's shy
demeanor appealed to Tony and one morning he found the boy sitting next to
him at breakfast.

	"Hello."  He said to the boy, looking him over.

	The boy spoke but did not look back at him.  "Hello."  He said.

	"My name is Tony, what's yours?"  He asked.

	"Bobby," The boy said very quietly.

	"Where are you from?"  Tony asked.

	"Broken Arrow."  Bobby almost whispered.

	"You just get here?"  The little boy looked down and nodded.

	"It's not so bad here."  Tony said reassuringly.  Bobby glanced at
him and shrugged.

	"When I first got here I was pretty scared."  Tony told him.

	Bobby looked at him shyly.  "You were?"

	"Yeah.  You know anybody here?"  Tony asked.

	"No."  The boy shook his head.

	"Well, now you know me."  Bobby looked at Tony and almost smiled.

	"I live two rooms away from you.  I'll see you around, OK?"

	"OK."  He nodded.

Breakfast was over.  Tony got ready for school and sort of forgot about the
new boy.  At supper that night he found the boy sitting next to him again.

	"How you doin'?"  Tony asked him.

	"OK."  He didn't look quite so frightened.

	"Did you go to school today?"  Tony asked.

	"No.  I took tests with some counselor guy."

	"Yeah, I did that when I first got here.  I just been here a couple
of months myself."

	"Oh."  He said.

	"How old are you?"  Tony asked him.

	"Eleven."  Bobby answered.

	"I was eleven when I first got here.  I just turned twelve."

	"How come you're here?"  He asked.

	"That's personal.  You shouldn't ask guys that."  Tony cautioned
him.

	Bobby looked down shyly.  "Oh. Sorry."

	"Hey, that's OK.  I am just telling you.  I know you didn't mean
nothing."  Tony felt kind of sorry for the boy.  It was tough to be little
and new in a place like this.  "Do you like any sports?"

	"Yeah, but I'm not good at any.  I'm too little."  Bobby admitted.

	Tony told him, "I like to play soccer, and I'm learning to play
basketball."

	"I'm not much good at anything."  Bobby mumbled, looking away.

	"Maybe you just need somebody to help you."  Tony said, surprising
himself.

	"Would you help me?"  The boy said hopefully.

	"Maybe."  Tony told him.

Then supper was over and they went to their rooms.  Tony kept thinking
about the new boy.  He wished he could make the little boy smile or
something.  He looked so sad and scared.  When Tony first came he was kind
of scared too, but he was a tough street-smart kid and not intimidated by
much.  Bobby seemed fragile and for some reason Tony had the notion that he
should protect him somehow.  This was something new for Tony, and he wasn't
sure why he felt that way.

After supper Tony went up to his room where he found Justin and Jermaine at
their desks doing their school work under Danny's watchful eye.  Danny was
trying to help Justin with a list of spelling words, and Jermaine was
reading an English assignment.  Tony had done some of his work at school
but had a set of math problems to finish.  He had to pass Danny's
inspection before he could do anything else, so he got to it.

Thirty minutes later he showed his work to Danny.  After a few corrections
his work was complete and he was free to go to the gym.  Jermaine was
finished and reading a comic book.  Tony spoke to him.

	"You going to the gym?"

	"Maybe.  You wanting to play some basketball?"

	"Yeah."  He paused.  "You know Bobby, the new boy down the hall?"

	"Who?"

	"Little red headed kid.  Looks kinda scared."

	Jermaine chuckled.  "Yeah, I think I know who you mean.  He was
sitting next to you at supper?  What about him?"

	"Well, he wanted me to show him how to play basketball.  I thought
I could show him some of the stuff you showed me."

 "Yeah?"  Jermaine seemed to find that interesting.  "He may not have
permission to go to the gym yet."

	"Oh.  I didn't think about that.  He could probably go if you asked
permission for him."

	"Now why would I want to do that?"  Jermaine asked.

	"I don't know man.  He just looked so sad."  Tony shrugged.  "Never
mind."

Jermaine looked thoughtful, then he went over and whispered something in
Danny's ear.  Danny glanced in Tony's direction and they both went out of
the room.  About 20 minutes later Danny came to the door and called Tony
into the hall.

	Danny and Jermaine were standing there with Bobby.  Bobby looked
very scared.  "Is this the boy?"  Danny asked Tony.

	"Yes."  Tony said, unsure of what was happening.

	Danny turned to Bobby.  "Tony says that you would like some help
with basketball.  Is that right?"

	Bobby answered in a very small voice.  "Yes sir."

	Danny told him.  "These boys want to help you, OK?"

	Bobby said.  "OK."  His eyes darting between Tony and Jermaine."

	"Your room captain said it was OK if you were with these guys.  Be
good and stay with them, OK?"  Danny smiled.

	"OK."  Bobby said quietly, his expression one of disbelief.

	"Have fun boys."  Danny waved them off.

The three boys trotted off to the basement gym in the next building.
Jermaine leading the way and Tony following with his arm on Bobby's
shoulder.  There was the usual group of boys playing pick up basketball
around one goal.

Jermaine tossed Tony a basketball and nodded toward the other end.  Tony
started bouncing the ball 3 times with his right hand, then 3 times with
his left, just as Jermaine had showed him.

	"Can you do this?"  He asked the boy.

	"I think so."  Bobby replied.

	Tony tossed him the ball.  "This is the way you start."


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


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