Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2015 16:13:26 +0200
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 38

Nick's Story -- Chapter 38

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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Copyright 2014 - 2015, Nick Brady, all rights reserved.

This chapter will be devoted to Tony and the Tulsa Boys Home.  We will
visit Nick again in the next chapter.


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It was Christmas Eve at the Tulsa Boys Home and spirits were high.  School
was out and a party was planned for that afternoon with special treats and
gifts for everybody.  For some lucky boys it meant a few days leave with
approved family or families who had volunteered to host some residents for
the holiday.  The privilege had been earned by good behavior and good
school work.  Danny had earned a visit with his grandmother for Christmas
Eve and Christmas Day.  Despite his borderline school grades, Justin was
allowed to go stay with his grandmother in Bixby and had already left.
Jermaine had no approved place to go and was left in charge of his room
which was just Tony.

Bobby and Tony were not qualified to go anywhere because they were too new.
A boy had to be at the Home for 9 months before they were eligible for a
leave.  Thomas had been there long enough but had no approved family member
to visit, so Tony had at least two friends with him for the
holiday. Different sorts of friends to be sure, but a friend is a friend.

Jermaine and Tony were in their room after breakfast and Bobby had joined
them.  They were discussing the injustice of being stuck there for the
Christmas holiday.

	"How come Justin got to go somewhere and you didn't?"  Bobby asked.

	Jermaine shrugged.  "I don't know."

	"It doesn't seem fair.  You make good grades and don't get in
trouble."

	"You've got to have somebody who's willing to take you."  Jermaine
explained.

	"But couldn't you go to a volunteer family?"  Bobby suggested.

	"Well, there aren't many black families who volunteer to take
somebody."

	"Does it have to be a black family?"  Bobby wondered.

	"No, but there are even fewer white families who are willing to
take a black kid from the Boys Home."

	"That's not fair."  Bobby complained.

	Jermaine laughed and shrugged again.  "Maybe I just wanted to hang
out with you guys."

	"What is there to do here for Christmas?"  Tony asked.  "Me and
Bobby just got here."

	"We get our Christmas dinner today so the cooks can have Christmas
with their families tomorrow.  It will be a nice dinner."  Jermaine told
them.  "Then there is a party later this afternoon.  We will get cake and
ice cream or something like that, and some guy dressed up like Santa will
pass out stuff. Everybody gets the same thing."

	"What, like presents?"  Bobby brightened up.

	"Yeah, like a bag of fruit and some kind of game maybe."  Jermaine
explained.  "And some clothes, usually.  It's kind of nice."

	"How do they know your size?"  Tony wondered.

	"The home knows your size I guess.  They make posters with
Christmas trees drawn on them and put tags on it like ornaments with a
kid's name and sizes on it.  They put them up in churches and people get
stuff, wrap it up and put the kid's name on it.  Then Santa calls out your
name."

	Tony nodded.  "Hey, that is kinda nice.  That is more then I got at
home."

	Jermaine looked skeptical.  "Were things really that crappy for you
at home?"

	"Yeah, pretty much.  I never get no present, no birthday cake, no
nothing."  Tony nodded.

	Bobby looked sympathetic.  "Christmas was nice when my Daddy was
home. I was lucky."

	Tony smiled at Bobby.  "You had a good father.  I am sorry you lost
him. As for me, this is better, I think."

	Jermaine sighed.  "It is for a lot of us.  I bitch about stuff, but
they try to be good to us here."

	"I don't know man."  Tony shrugged.  "Maybe this is my best
Christmas ever. It never mean much to me before."

	"So what happens after the party?"  Bobby asked.

	"That's about it unless you go to the chapel service.  Most guys go
just because there's nothing else to do.  I usually do."  Jermaine
recalled.

	"I'm going."  Bobby declared.  "Mr. McNab will be there."

	"Who's Mr. McNab?"  Jermaine asked.

	"He was the preacher at church yesterday.  He is real nice and can
sing good."  Bobby said.  "I like him.  Tony met him, didn't you Tony?"

	Tony shrugged.  "Yeah, he was OK I guess."

	Bobby looked a little annoyed.  "He is really nice.  You shook his
hand."

	Tony shrugged again.  "Yeah, if you say so.  I don't know much
about preachers.  You like him 'cause you a good singer."

	Jermaine grinned.  "Are you a singer?"  He asked Bobby.

	"I like to sing."  Bobby nodded.

	"He is a real good singer!"  Tony said with more enthusiasm.

	"Are you going to the Christmas service with Tony and me?"  Bobby
asked Jermaine.

	"Do you want me to go?"  Jermaine teased.

	"Yes!"  Bobby said.  "It will be nice.  I bet you will like it."

	Jermaine laughed.  "Sure, I'm just kidding.  I'll go with you."

	"How come you like the chapel so much?"  Tony wanted to know.

	Bobby shrugged.  "I don't know."  He said quietly.

	"Because it is the only thing here that looks familiar to him, and
it reminds him of his father."  Jermaine surmised.  "That's reason enough."

	"Hey, I'm sorry.  I guess you are right."  Tony said.  "We are
going, right Bobby?"

	Bobby stretched out on Tony's bed.  "Can I take a nap here?  I feel
kind of tired."

	"Sure."  Jermaine said.

	Bobby did not turn away from the wall, but he asked quietly.  "Can
Tony lie down with me?"

	"Sure.  I'll check on you before dinner."  Jermaine gave Tony a
straight look.  "Be careful, OK?"

	Tony nodded.  "OK man."

Jermaine left and closed the door.

	Tony lay down behind Bobby and put his hand on his shoulder.  "You
OK Bobby?"

	Bobby whispered.  "Please hold me."

	Tony wrapped his arms around the boy and pressed his face into the
back of his neck.  "You're OK Bobby.  I got you."  He said very quietly.
In a few minutes they were both asleep.

At 11:30 Jermaine eased open the door and saw the boys sleeping together
very peacefully.

	He jiggled the mattress with his foot.  "Wake up you guys.  You
don't want to miss Christmas dinner."  They stretched and Tony got up,
leaving Bobby on the bed.

	"You hungry?"  Tony asked.

	"I will be."  Bobby said.  "I hope this will be a nice day."

	Tony smiled at him.  "It's gonna be real nice, you wait and see."

They went to the bathroom, peed and washed up, then went down to the dining
room.  The tables had little Christmas tree decorations, snow men, and
Santa Claus figures in the center.  It smelled really good and anybody who
was not hungry when they walked in, got that way quickly.  Tony and
Jermaine sat on either side of Bobby and Thomas found an empty seat across
from them.

The cooks brought out platters of sliced turkey, sliced ham, mashed
potatoes and gravy, bowls of cranberry sauce and assorted goodies.  It was
the best meal of the year.  There was enough for everyone to have seconds
if they wanted.  Mr. Johnson was there and walked around from table to
table chatting and wishing everyone Merry Christmas.

	When the superintendent got to their table he put his hands on Tony
and Bobby's shoulders and asked them how they were doing.  "Are you getting
enough to eat?  He asked Bobby.

	"Yes Sir.  This is good!"

	He patted Tony on the shoulder.  "Look after your friend here."  He
said, then walked on to the next table.

There was no hurry to finish and go anywhere so lunch lingered on for some
time.

	Mr Johnson clapped his hands for attention and the room grew quiet.
"We have a treat for you today."  He announced.  "We have some special
entertainment."

	He started clapping and all the cooks walked out wearing red and
white Santa caps.  They looked at each other and giggled for a minute then
began to sing.  "Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way."  They did
a slightly off key version of the familiar song, broke into "Here Comes
Santa Claus" almost remembering the words, then concluded with "We Wish You
a Merry Christmas."

What they lacked in talent they made up for in enthusiasm and received
thunderous applause.  Boys almost always appreciate the people who feed
them.

	When they finished, the head cook shouted.  "Come get your pie!"
and pointed to the serving line which had been restocked with pie; slices
of pumpkin, apple, and cherry pie, each with a dollop of whipped topping.
"Line up now, no pushing."  She shouted as boys rushed the chow line.
There was enough for all.

Nearly unlimited access to food was a new experience for Tony.  He ate a
big dinner then had two pieces of pie.  He was stuffed.

During the meal he had talked a little with Thomas who had chosen to sit
across from him.  Nothing specific was said but they both wanted to spend
more time together.

	After they had finished, many of the boys had notions of stretching
out and digesting their meal.  "I think I need another nap."  Bobby said.
"You coming?"  He asked Tony.

	"No man, I think I need to walk around."  He joked.  "Maybe all
that food will shake to the bottom, you know?"

	Tony gave Thomas a nod when he stood up and the two boys put on
their coats and met outside.  "Hey Thomas, I think I ate too much."

	"I know I did."  Thomas answered.  "Want to walk it off?"

They ambled off around the quadrangle, in no hurry to get anywhere but
Thomas directed them toward a utility building on the southeast corner.

	"We had fun the other day."  Tony said.

	Thomas smiled.  "I had been wanting to do something with you since
that first time in the shower."

	"I was afraid we were gonna get caught in there."

	"The classroom is a little safer, but we need a better place to get
together."

	"Yeah man, but I don't know this place so good.  Too many people."

	"I do."  Thomas grinned.  They had come to the utility building.

The shed had a roll up door with a ramp to drive the lawn tractor in and
out. On the side next to the street was a regular door with a window in
it. Thomas pulled a small square of plastic from his hip pocket and slid it
in the jam next to the knob and shoved it in while he pulled out on the
doorknob.  The door swung open.

	Thomas stepped quickly inside and motioned for Tony to follow, then
shut the door behind them.  "Damn, you're good at that."  Tony said with
surprise."

	"Why do you think I got sent here?"  Thomas laughed.

	"What'd you do?"  Tony asked.

	Thomas sat down on some quilted pads.  "I was part of the family
business."  He said.

	"What kind of business"

	"My dad and his brother both had jobs, but at night they broke in
places and helped themselves to tools and things, then pawned them.  They
made pretty good money at it."

	"So what did you do?"

	"When I was little I could crawl through tight places to get in,
then let them in." He explained.  "When I got bigger they showed me how to
open doors."

	"So you were a burglar?"  Tony asked.

	"Well, maybe a burglar's helper.  One night they got busted and got
sent up.  The court decided I was better off here.  That was two years
ago."  Thomas explained.

	"Where are they now?"

	"In prison somewhere, I'm not sure which one."

	"So where is your mama?"

	"I don't know."  Thomas shrugged.  "She was gone a long time ago."

	"You don't care that you here?"  Tony asked.

	"It's OK I guess.  Better now that you are here."

	"Why is that?  I mean you don't know me very long."

	Thomas paused for a minute.  "I don't much like girls, you know?  I
been wanting a friend like you ever since I got here."

	Tony nodded his head.  "Yeah, I guess I know what you mean.  I
think maybe we are the same."

	Thomas put his hand on Tony's thigh.  "Want to jack off?"

	Tony felt himself rise a little at Thomas' directness.  "You just
wanna jack off?  That's all?"

	Thomas smiled and ran his hand over Tony's crotch.  "Sometimes it's
just nice to jack off together.  Give each other a hand, you know?"

	Tony laughed.  "Yeah, maybe I ate too much turkey to do any more."

They unzipped their pants and pushed them down, then sat down and each took
the other's cock and began to stroke.

	"That feels nice."  Thomas said.

	"Yeah."  Tony said.  "You're hand feels better than mine, I think."

They sat in the little utility shed that smelled like oil and damp earth,
and felt the other's dick in their hands.

	"You got a fat one."  Tony said.

	"My daddy's got a real big one."

	"You play with your daddy?"

	"Yeah, and my uncle too.  We jacked off all the time."  Thomas
recalled.

	"You just jack off?  Nothing else?"

	"Sometimes they let me suck them, but mostly we just jerked off.
When we first started I couldn't cum but it still felt good."

	"You suck your daddy?"  Tony asked.

	"I always liked it.  I did my uncle too.  But mostly we just jacked
each other."

	Thomas was turning Tony on.  "My papa made me suck him when I was
real little.  When I got bigger he started
 to fuck me.  He fucked my brothers too.  I didn't like it when I was
little.  It hurt my ass too much."

	"Did you like it when I did it?"  Thomas was getting very hard.

	"Yeah, I like when you fuck me.  I like you."  Tony admitted.

	"Did you and your father ever jack off together?"

	"No.  He never did anything for me.  He just want to fuck me.  He
don't care if he hurt me."  Tony remembered.

	"I'm sorry if I hurt you.  I didn't mean to.  I just, you know how
it is."

	Tony leaned his head back.  "I gonna cum, man.  You making me
horny."

	"Go ahead."  Thomas leaned over and put his free arm around Tony's
waist and leaned into him, stroking faster.

	"Oh man, that feels so good."  Tony moaned and spooged in Thomas'
hand. The long strings of white cum shot across the dirty floor and onto
Thomas' fist.

	Thomas jerked him until Tony stopped shooting, then let go and
slung the cum off of his hand, smiling at his friend, then he gripped
Tony's dick again an stripped the rest of his cum out, pulling the foreskin
forward over the end of his dick.  "I wish I still had my skin."  He said.
"It feels nice in my hand."

	"Tony laughed.  "You can play with mine any time you want."

	Thomas sat back.  "Now you do me, OK?"

	"OK man."  Tony gripped Thomas' fat cock and began to stoke him
fast. "You like that?"

	"Oh yes.  Jack me off Tony."

	After a minute Tony leaned forward.  "I wanna suck you.  I like
it."  He took his friend's cock in his mouth and bobbed up and down,
playing with his balls.  He liked the nice bush of pubic hair tickling his
face.

	"Oh shit."  Thomas sighed.

Tony sucked the end of his dick and stroked the rest of it very quickly
while he rolled his tongue over the head, making Thomas groan.

	"Oh, I'm cumming Tony."  He gasped.

	Tony held on tight and let the semen spurt into his mouth, sucking
it out and swallowing most of it.  When Thomas stopped cumming, Tony pulled
off and smacked his lips.

	"I like it.  I like you taste."  He said.

	Thomas turned and kissed Tony on the mouth.  "Mmm, thank you."  He
mumbled.

They leaned back on their elbows and rested a minute, then pulled up their
pants and zipped up, looked at each other and laughed.

	"That was fun!"  Thomas said.

	"Yeah, man."  Tony agreed.  "Hey, let's go see if the party is
starting."

	"OK."  Thomas agreed.  And with no more discussion they slipped out
and circled around to the dorm.

Once they went inside, Tony told Thomas he would see him later and went up
to check on Bobby.  No one was in Tony's room so he went down to Bobby's
room and found him, Jermaine and several other boys were killing time
before the Christmas party.

	"Hi Tony, where have you been?"  Bobby wanted to know.

	"Hey Bobby.  I am walking off that turkey.  I eat too much."  He
answered.  "When is the party?"

	"Soon.  We might head down that way."  Jermaine suggested.

	"I was just waiting on you."  Bobby told Tony.

	"I'm here now, let's go."  Tony said.

They all trooped down to the room with the Christmas tree and found most of
the boys waiting for Santa.  Under the tree was a big pile of packages and
several big boxes holding brightly colored paper bags and more packages.

Promptly at 5:00 Mr. Johnson walked in carrying an accordion and began to
play traditional Christmas music, encouraging the boys to sing along.  He
was pretty good.  The boys needed little encouragement.  They sang 'Frosty
the Snowman', 'Jingle Bells', 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer', 'White
Christmas' all the favorites, even 'Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer'.
Finally Mr. Johhson announced there would be just one more, and they sang
"Here Comes Santa Claus', as a stout man dressed in a Santa suit came out
and danced around to the music.

He made a little speech, thankfully short, and began to call out
names. Several staff members assisted and as Santa picked up a package and
read off a name the boy ran up and took the package and was handed a bag
from one box and another package from the other.  To save time, Santa read
off names faster than the boys could run up so they could line up and not
have to wait for the last person named.  Nevertheless, there was a degree
of confusion which only added to the merriment.

The named packages contained clothing items that had been purchased
individually for each boy from the Christmas posters placed in churches
around Tulsa.  The bags contained an assortment of apples, oranges, nuts,
and hard candy, the other packages were nice games, often board games that
could be played by several boys.  When their names were called, Tony, Bobby
and Jermaine retrieved their gifts along with the other boys.

There was a loud rustling of wrapping paper as the gifts were opened, and
the sounds of mostly excitement with a few disappointed groans as they were
opened.

Tony got jeans, an Oklahoma University sweatshirt, and a soccer
ball. Jermaine got Khaki pants, a long sleeved polo shirt, and a Rawlings
basketball.  Bobby got jeans, a nice green sweater, and was thrilled to get
a Monopoly game. Some of the boys immediately began putting on shirts and
sweaters, some had to be discouraged from trying on the pants.  It was an
exciting event for them all, and for some, perhaps as nice a Christmas as
they had ever had.  In particular, Tony was delighted.  He and Thomas
compared gifts and shared their excitement.

When all the gifts had been distributed, Santa raised his arms for quiet,
and after several minutes the noise settled down.

	Santa said. "Merry Christmas to you all.  I hope you are pleased
with your gifts.  I am told if the clothes don't fit you will be allowed to
exchange them for something that is the right size.  I want to thank you
for allowing me to be part of your festivities, and I would like to invite
all of you to join us for a special Christmas Eve chapel service. Once
again, Merry Christmas."

	Bobby shouted to Tony, "I know who that is, that's Mr. McNab!"

Mr. McNab heard him shout and shot him a grin, then disappeared in the
direction of the chapel.  The staff rolled out a cart with a huge sheet
cake decorated with holly and little Christmas trees, and a vat of ice
cream.  Although still full from the big dinner at noon, the boys bravely
consumed most of the cake and all of the ice cream.

After the party the boys had enough time to return to their rooms to
inspect their new treasures, and most changed into their new clothes.
Bobby immediately set up his Monopoly game and had to be discouraged by
Jermaine from starting to play.

	"We will have time after chapel."  Jermaine told him.  "We can get
another guy to play with us."

They went down to the chapel and filed in to find a seat.  There were extra
chairs so the boys could be seated.  Not all the boys came to chapel, but
most did, and the room was filled, with some boys sitting on the floor
around the walls.

	Thomas stopped Tony before they entered.  "Can I sit with you?"  He
asked.

	Tony said.  "Sure man, that's cool."

	"Yeah, but I know you and Bobby are special, I don't want to get in
the way of that."  He said.

	"Hey, you are my friend too."  Tony said.  "Maybe a different kind
of friend from Bobby, but you still my friend.  Come sit with me, man."

They lined up together on one of the middle rows, Jermaine, Bobby, Tony and
Thomas, side by side.

	In a few minutes Mr. McNab came in and wished them an
enthusiastic. "Merry Christmas!"

	He was greeted by a chorus of "Merry Christmas, Santa!"  To which
he responded with a peal of laughter.

	"I didn't fool many of you boys, did I?"  More laughter.

Then he asked them to bow their heads, and he began with a prayer.

	"Lord, we ask you to bless these young men, and the staff of this
home.  Bless their families and loved ones, wherever they may be.  Grant us
all peace and a blessed Christmas."  He said more, but that was the gist of
it.

He asked Mr. Johnson to read the Nativity story from Luke, then he led the
singing of some favorite Christmas hymns and carols.  Bobby's clear sweet
voice rose up for all to hear.  Mr. McNab gave a little homily on the true
meaning of Christmas and the gift of the Christ child, then he closed with
a nice prayer.  The lights were dimmed and everyone sang Silent Night.  It
was a very pretty service.

After chapel the boys went up to their rooms and played with the games they
had received as gifts.  Thomas came up with Tony, Bobby, and Jermaine, and
they played Monopoly until they got too sleepy.

There was no call for lights out, but most of the boys were so tired that
they went to sleep early.  Since it was just Jermaine and Tony in their
room, Bobby begged to sleep with them, although Jermaine insisted that he
use an empty bed.  He agreed, but in the morning he woke up snuggled next
to Tony, which Jermaine pretended not to notice.

Breakfast was doughnuts and milk, with a group trip to a movie in the
afternoon.  Most of the day was spend playing with new games or playing
basketball in the gym.  It was a great Christmas, and the best that Tony
ever had.

Since school was out until after New Year's Day, they were told that there
was a special trip planned for the following day.  It was going to be a
good week.

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


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