Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2015 04:42:59 +0100 From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com> Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 31 Nick's Story -- Chapter 31 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. ------------------------------ Jack knocked on the apartment door Sunday morning and took Joseph and me to Trinity for church. After the service he dropped Joseph off at his house and brought me back to the apartment. My younger brother Kevin and I spent a lazy Sunday afternoon watching a football game on TV and generally hanging out. Kevin was a good kid. I know a lot of guys who gripe about their little brothers like they were a terrible nuisance. As a matter of fact, Kevin and I got along very well. Actually I should have to say that he was also my best friend, next to Joseph of course. But that was an altogether different relationship. Earlier in the weekend Joseph had expressed concern that Kevin seemed not to have many friends outside of the family. I assured him that Kevin was a happy guy and did not appear to me to be lonely, but on reflection I began to wonder that he never had friends over nor wanted to spend time away from home. Sunday night we had gone to the bedroom a little early before getting ready for bed. "I had a great weekend." I said to Kevin. "Joseph had a good time decorating for Christmas and spending the weekend here. We both really appreciated you giving up your bed for the weekend. It seems like you are looking after us. How about you? Did you enjoy the weekend?" "Sure." He replied, a little surprised at the question. "We all like Joseph. It's nice having him around. Why do you ask?" "Well, I wonder sometimes that you never have anybody come over or want to go visit your friends. I mean, you are a cool guy. I'm sure you have some friends who would like to hang out with you." "I don't know. I do have some friends at school. I just like it here. I guess I'm not very sociable." I tried to choose my words carefully. "It seems like every time I come home, you are stretched out on the sofa reading or watching TV by yourself." "Is there something wrong with that?" He said a little defensively. "Well no, but don't you ever get bored, or maybe a little lonely?" Kevin gave me a long look. "Are you worried about me or something?" "Maybe a little. Is it OK if I worry about you sometimes? You look after me. I mean, it it's not like I don't care about you." I tried to explain my concern. Kevin nodded. "Yeah, we are in this together I guess. Since you ask, I guess I don't have a lot of friends. You know how I am. I keep a low profile, and don't like to say much, I guess I'm kind of shy. But I don't feel lonely. It just feels safe to hang out here at the apartment." "Just doing what seems safe sounds like you are kind of afraid of getting hurt or something." Kevin sighed. "Maybe I am. You have always been the one who hurled yourself into everything. I don't guess you are afraid of anything. I'm not like that." "Hey Kevin. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with you. You are the way you are. If it's none of my business, I'm sorry. I appreciate that you accept me like I am, I can certainly do the same for you." "It's OK. This whole thing with Joseph has helped you understand who you are, and it's brought us closer together. Maybe I need to look at myself a little closer too." He smiled at me. "I like that you care." "So, what are you afraid of?" He thought about that. "I guess mostly I'm afraid of looking stupid, of being laughed at." "But you are about the smartest guy I know, How are you going to look stupid?" "If I don't look stupid maybe it's because I keep my mouth shut." "I don't see that." I said. "We talk about all kinds of stuff." "That's different." He explained. "You're my brother. I have always known you. You can piss me off some times, but I know where you are coming from. I have never felt like you were trying to hurt me. I guess I trust you." "I would never hurt you on purpose." I assured him. "That's what I am saying. I don't trust just everybody." He admitted. I thought about that. "Who has tried to hurt you?" "Never mind." He looked away. "Wait, what's happened that you haven't told me about?" I asked. "If somebody hurt you I want to know who it was." "It doesn't matter, it was a long time ago." "I think it does matter." I argued. "Whatever it was, it's still bugging you. Surely you can tell me." He sighed. "I guess it was a big deal at the time." "I'm listening." I insisted. "OK." He took a deep breath and let it out. "When I was in third grade there were these sixth graders who were picking on a kid after school. I didn't even know him that well, but they were pushing him around and making him cry. I went up and told them to stop it and they started pushing on me. I got mad and said something, I don't even remember what I said. So they knocked me down, took my pants off and threw them on top of the school. The kid I was trying to help was scared. He ran off and left me there." "Crap. Then what happened?" "Then they laughed at me and made fun of me. Kicked me in the side and left me there crying." "Did they hurt you?" "Not really. I was more embarrassed than hurt." "So what did you do?" Kevin shrugged. "What could I do? After they left I managed to climb up on the school, got my pants back, and came home." "How come I never heard about this?" I asked. "I would have kicked their butts." "I didn't want anybody to know. I was too embarrassed." He admitted. "So I kind of decided that I needed to keep my mouth shut and mind my own business. I mean, I never was all that mouthy anyway." "You should have told me. You should have told somebody." "Maybe. But after they kicked me they said if I told anybody they would hurt me really bad. I was scared Nick. I was just nine years old and they were a lot bigger than me. They were a lot bigger than you too." "Damn, that must have been terrible." He nodded his head. "It was pretty scary. Anyway, I remember when I got home, I felt so safe. I didn't want to go to school the next day. I told Mom I was sick and stayed in bed most of the day." "I wish I had known." I told him. "I'm sorry Kevin." He shrugged. "It wasn't your fault." "I'm not apologizing, I am saying I feel bad for you. I wish I could have done something." Kevin shrugged again. "I figured anything I did would just make it worse." "So did the kid you took up for thank you? What did he say?" I wondered. "Nothing. He avoided me. I don't think I ever talked to him again. I didn't know him that well anyway." Kevin acknowledged. "I guess it is a little late to say this, but I am proud of you for trying to help him." I said. "That took courage." "Yeah, and it got my ass kicked and thanks for nothing." He said grimly. I sat back and looked at him. "How does it feel to finally talk about it." He took a deep breath and looked at me. "Better, I guess. Anyway, thanks for being concerned. I never told anybody about that until now. You don't need to repeat it." "No, of course not." I assured him. "I guess I understand where you are coming from, but I don't think you should hide either. Think about it." "Yes, I will." He agreed. "I will think about it. Maybe I am hiding. I guess I shouldn't do that, it was a long time ago now. But the thing is that I know I'm safe at home. There aren't many people I trust, and they are all at home. I trust Mom and Dad, I trust you and I trust Joseph. I don't know him that well, but I think I can trust Jack too." "You can trust Jack with anything." I promised him. "Even if you have a problem with someone in the family and need to talk about it with somebody, you can talk to Jack and he will not only keep it to himself, he'll find a way to help you." "That's quite a statement." Kevin said. "It may be, but it's true." I promised him. "That's good to know, I'll remember that." He said. "Actually, I think it's good you brought this up. I've had this stuffed in for too long, and I did need to talk about it. Thanks Nick." "What I feel kind of bad about, is that you kept this a secret for so long. I wish you had told me this a long time ago. We shouldn't keep secrets from each other. God knows, you know all of mine." I smiled. Kevin smiled back. "Probably not all of them." He yawned and stretched. "I'm ready to hit the sack. Goodnight." I said goodnight and turned out the lights. It had been an interesting weekend. ------------------------------------------ The Tulsa Boys Home was beginning to feel like it was home to Tony. He was getting along with the other boys in his room. He was managing to grasp his school work. His room captain Danny was beginning to trust him, and thanks to Jermaine, he was learning to play basketball and earn a little respect on the court. It felt good. His situation wasn't perfect of course, but there were some advantages to being here. When he was with his father, he and his brother Carlos had been expected to perform sex with men for money and then turn the money over to his father. If they didn't bring home enough money they were beaten. He certainly didn't miss the beatings, although some of the sex he enjoyed. He did miss that, not that there was ever any love involved. Tony was beginning to make some friends and had found a couple of boys who enjoyed the same sort of sex play, but there was nobody he really felt close to. That is until he met Bobby. The little red headed eleven year old got to him for some reason. He was shy and quiet and seemed to be really scared. It was not surprising to feel apprehensive at being placed in a boys home for the first time, but there was more to it then that. He had no idea what had happened to the kid before he came here and knew he shouldn't ask, but he guessed that it wasn't good. It was a new experience for Tony but he felt a certain compassion for the new boy and wanted to look after him. With Danny and Jermaine's help he had obtained permission for the little guy to accompany them to the gym where he planned to share his new found understanding of basketball. Sports was something that Tony was good at and it had helped him to be accepted. He thought maybe it would do the same for Bobby. After several evenings of coaching the boy was better able to dribble and pass the basketball, and the positive attention that Tony and Jermaine were showing him was perking up his spirits. "You're doing better." Tony said as he passed the ball back and forth to Bobby. "Am I?" He asked. "Yeah. Even Jermaine says you're doing better. I can see that you are really trying." "Thanks." Bobby said with a smile. When he smiled, he looked like a different boy. He was a nice looking kid, slender and wirey, if not all that strong. When he was around Tony he was less shy and began to talk more and even laugh and smile. He was starting to look happier, although he was still a quiet kid around others. For some reason that made Tony feel good. Tony was still horny most of the time but he didn't look at Bobby that way. This was something else. After breakfast, Tony was walking back to their room with Jermaine. "Bobby has sure taken a shine to you." He said. "That kid follows you around like a speckled pup." "He's OK." Tony acknowledged. "Yeah, he is a nice enough kid, but he looks like he has been whipped." Jermaine observed. Tony knew what that felt like. He had to wonder what had happened to the boy before he came here, but he didn't want to ask him too many questions. He figured if the kid wanted to tell him that he would. More often than not Bobby tried to sit next to Tony at breakfast and supper. After Bobby had been at the home for a week he followed Tony to the gym after Sunday night supper and was in a talkative mood. "When are they starting you in school?" Tony asked him. "On Monday. I will be going to Cleveland." Bobby answered. "Really? Will you be in sixth grade?" "Yes." "Really? I am in sixth grade at Cleveland too." "That's nice." Bobby said. "Maybe we will be in the same class. I was in sixth in Broken Arrow before I came here." "That's cool." Tony said. "I figured you to maybe be in fifth grade." Bobby looked down. "I'm eleven, almost twelve. I'm little but I'm not dumb." "Hey, I didn't mean you were dumb. Sorry, man." "I know, everybody thinks I'm younger than I am. I do pretty good in school." "Hey, man. I can tell you are smart, really." Tony tried to make it up to him. "I got a brother Carlos who was in eighth grade there too. But he is in a foster home now and he don't go there anymore." "Really? I got a brother in eighth grade too. He is still in Broken Arrow." "Yeah? You just got the one brother?" "Yes." He answered. I told him. "I got 3 brothers. There are 4 of us altogether. But we are kind of spread out now." "Where are they now? I mean can I ask that?" "Yeah, I don't care. Carlos is fourteen and in a foster home somewhere. Then Juan is sixteen and Pablo is eighteen. Pablo has a place, an apartment I guess, and Juan is living with him, but I don't know where they are. They are all in Tulsa somewhere I think." Bobby volunteered. "My daddy was in the army and got killed in Vietnam. Now my mother has a boyfriend but I don't like him." "Why not?" "He is not very nice. He doesn't like me." "How come he doesn't like you?" I asked. Bobby looked down and said. "He is not a nice man. He wanted to do nasty things to me, and I wouldn't let him." "Did you tell your mom?" "I tried to but she wouldn't listen to me." He said. "Then he started picking on me for everything. He would get drunk and beat me up. I was supposed to say I fell down or something but that's not true. He beat the shit out of me all the time. That's why I am here." "Did he really hurt you bad?" "Hell yes! He broke my arm, broke some ribs. He knocked me down and kicked me hard." Bobby's voice began to shake. "I was in the hospital a bunch of times before the welfare people figured out what was going on and put me in here." "No shit? Didn't he get in trouble?" "Not really. My mother lied for him and told them I was clumsy. I hate her. I hate both of them." The anger rose in his voice and he began to cry. "Hey man. That really sucks. My old man used to beat me too." Tony admitted. Bobby stifled his sobs. "Why? Didn't he like you? Tony stopped talking. "Maybe I will tell you sometime. It was a bad thing." Bobby sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I'm not suppose to ask about that stuff." Tony put his arm around Bobby's shoulder. "Hey, it's OK really. Maybe sometime I will tell you about it. It is hard to talk about, OK?" "I know." Bobby sniffed. "Yeah, I guess you do." Tony felt really bad for him. "Hey, here we are at the gym, so let's play some basketball, OK?" They picked up a basketball and began to toss it back and forth. First a bounce, then a straight pass, back and forth. Jermaine saw them and waved. Bobby's face was set in a blank look and he concentrated on passing the ball. He wanted to please Tony who had been so nice to him. "That's good for now. You know how to play Horse? Tony asked Bobby. "I don't think so." "Here, I'll show you." Tony tossed the ball at the hoop and missed. "OK, I missed so I got H on me. Now you try to make a goal from anywhere you like." Bobby moved half way to the goal and off to one side. He threw the ball to the net and it wobbled in. "I made it." He said, a little surprised. "OK, now I got to do the same thing." He stood on Bobby's spot and threw the ball at the goal. It bounced off the rim and fell to the floor. Tony looked at Bobby with suspicion. "Now I got HO on me. You get to shoot again." Bobby smiled, moved to the other side and shot again, missing this time. "Now you got H on you." Tony laughed. "My turn." They continued in a hit and miss fashion, Bobby reaching HORSE just one letter before Tony. "I think you been playing before." Tony teased. Bobby protested but looked very pleased. "That was fun!" he said with a grin that lit up his face. "Want to play again?" "Nah, you too good." Tony complained. By then Jermaine had walked up. "You giving Tony a lesson?" He asked Bobby. "No, he is teaching me." Bobby assured him, obviously very pleased with himself. Jermaine called Bobby to the free throw line. "Want to work on some free throws?" "Yes!" Bobby was reveling in the attention. Tony sat down and watched as Jermaine patiently instructed the young boy in the art of shooting. It felt good to see the sad little boy enjoying himself, earnestly doing his best to follow the older boy's instructions. After several failed attempts he managed to get one in and earned Jermaine's praise. "Good one. You're getting it." They worked a little longer and Jermaine put him on the dribbling and walking exercise, then gave Tony a wave. "Want to play some pick up?" Tony joined the larger group at the other end. He felt good, really good. This was fun. They played for over an hour. Tony was no star but he was holding his own and nobody laughed at him any more. Jermaine fed him the ball, he scored a couple of baskets and managed to defend against several from the other side. He got some nods of encouragement from the others and they were not condescending, they were sincere. He was earning respect and it was sweet. At about 9:00 it was time to shut things down. He went over to Bobby who was still walking and dribbling, trotting and dribbling actually and looking balanced. "Hey Bobby, we need to go." Tony called to him. They started back to their building. "You are doing pretty good, man. I thought you never played before." Tony said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I didn't say I had never played before, I just said I wasn't very good at it." Bobby explained. Tony laughed. "You surprised me. I think you are gonna be pretty good real soon." Bobby responded with a huge grin. "I have some good coaches. Thanks Tony. I really appreciate your helping me." "Hey, that's OK Bobby. You are a good kid. I had fun too." He put his hand on the boys head and ruffled up his dark red hair. Bobby didn't say anything but put his arm around Tony's waist and leaned into him. Bobby's show of affection gave Tony a rise. Tony was not sure how to distinguish between affection and sexual attraction, but his response was troubling to him. He knew he didn't want to take advantage of the boy, but realized that he had an erection. They were back at their dorm and Tony stepped away. "You did good Bobby. See you tomorrow. Goodnight." "Goodnight," Bobby said. "Thank you." "Hey, no sweat man." Tony gave him a wave and went in his room. The others were there and were getting ready to shower before bed. Tony felt sticky and decided he needed one too. They all grabbed a towel and clean underwear and headed for the bathroom. They stripped and took a piss before getting in the shower. Justin stepped to the urinal next to Tony and eyed his still semi-erect penis. "You are looking good Tony." He said very quietly. Tony looked down at Justin and saw he was plumped up as well. "You too man." They got in the shower and adjusted the water temperature. As they soaped up Bobby came in with another boy who Tony assumed was one of his room mates. They nodded but did not speak. Tony still had a partial erection but would rather not let Bobby see it so he turned toward Justin. Justin saw it and smiled which caused it to grow some more. Tony finished washing and took his towel from its hook and began to dry off, hiding his erection with the towel. He couldn't resist looking at Bobby who was turned towards him, washing himself unaware of Tony's gaze. He was a beautiful little boy, very slim but not really skinny. He had a firm little six-pack and a nice shape to his chest and shoulders. His hairless penis was small and cut. He looked more like nine than eleven. almost twelve. Tony felt a wave of emotion come over him. He could not tell if it was affection or sexual desire but the attraction was very strong. He bunched his towel in front of himself and hurried out of the shower to pull on his briefs and T shirt. Justin joined him and whispered. "I want some of that." "Yeah, me too." Tony replied. "But I don't want to get in trouble." "Wait until the others are asleep then we can come back in here." Justin whispered. Tony nodded but didn't say anything. Back in the room Jermaine spoke to Tony. "Your helping Bobby means a lot to him. You are doing a good thing." "You doing the same thing for me." Tony told him. "OK, but it is still a good thing. Nobody asked you to do that and it makes a lot of difference to him." "Yeah, well...." Tony smiled and shrugged. After a little chatter they turned out the lights and went to bed. Tony slept in the bottom bunk next to the door and Justin was above him. Jermaine was opposite above Danny. Justin waited about 30 minutes until he could hear Danny and Jermaine breathing deeply and quietly let himself down from his bed. He leaned over and put his hand on Tony's chest. Tony was awake and looked up at him. Without a word, Justin let himself out of the room and left the door open a crack. Tony waited a minute and then followed Justin into the hall. Justin reached down to feel Tony's dick and found it hard. They quietly slipped into the bathroom and let themselves into the far stall. Tony's heart was pounding with a combination of fear and lust. Justin pushed his boxers down and sat on the toilet seat He pulled down Tony's briefs, and began to suck his cock. Tony may have had conflicted feelings about Bobby but he knew exactly what he wanted to do with Justin, and knew that Justin wanted the same thing. Justin put one hand under Tony's balls and with the other began to rub his butt and slide his fingers into the crack of his ass. Justin liked to suck cock and he was good at it. He pushed his face into Tony's pubic hair and swallowed him, running his tongue around his dick and moving in and out. He pulled away and began to lick him. He pulled Tony's foreskin back and started to work his tongue around his dick head, kissing and sucking while his finger slid up Tony's asshole and moved around. "Go ahead." Justin whispered. "We don't have much time." Tony needed little encouragement and began to fuck Justin's mouth, quickly filling his throat with cum, which he swallowed eagerly. Justin pushed his face into Tony's pubes and pressed his lips together, pulling back and stripping what cum was left into his mouth. "Man, That's good. I like the taste of that." He whispered. Tony shivered and sighed with pleasure. Justin's finger was still deep in his ass. "Now let me fuck you." He whispered to Tony. Justin turned Tony around and pulled him down to sit on his hard cock. He was wet with precum and it slid into Tony's ass with little effort. Tony let himself down on Justin's erection. He liked the feel of a dick up his ass. Justin was very hard but had a long narrow prick that fit easily in Tony's butt. It didn't hurt and went deep enough to feel really good. They began to rock back and forth, Tony raising up and down to make the nice pumping motion that gave him such pleasure. It didn't take long and Tony could feel the hot wet cum fill his ass. He sat down and pushed against Justin's cock making it go deep inside. The two boys had a mutual love for boy sex and knew how to please each other. "Come on, let's go." Tony said, standing up and pulling Justin out of himself with a pop. He pulled off a handful of toilet paper and wiped at the cum which was draining out of his butt. They hurried out of the toilet and eased over to the door of their room, slipping inside and getting into bed as quietly as possible. Tony stepped back to let Justin pull himself into the top bunk, then turned around to sit down on his own. Just before he sat down he glanced up at Jermaine and saw to his horror that his eyes were open and looking at him. He lay down and pulled his covers up, half expecting Jermaine to get up, or say something. There wasn't a sound except for his own heart pounding. After a minute he heard Jermaine turn over in his bed, then it got very quiet again. It took Tony a long time to go to sleep. For the first time since he came here, he felt fear and guilt. Fear because things were were going too well for him to want to screw up. But why guilt? He had done sex with lots of men and boys and it was his nature to do it again. Then he thought of Bobby. Sweet, shy, innocent Bobby. He knew he was going to have to be very careful not to screw that up. ......................to be continued. Remember that Nifty needs contributions to continue to publish the stories you enjoy. Email comments to y2kslacker@mail.com, and please donate to Nifty.org Special thanks to Nathan F. who patiently edits the text of this story, and makes helpful suggestions. I love email. Don't forget to send your comments.