Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 18:02:54 +0100
From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com>
Subject: Nick's Story Chapter 4

Nick's Story -- Chapter 4

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 donations to Nifty.

Copyright 2014, Nick Brady, all rights reserved.

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The day after Antonio and I played around in the pool I was back at the
YMCA for another swim.  I walked over to the edge of the pool and looked
over the swimmers.  The same three or four old guys who tirelessly swam
laps every morning were there, along with a rather fat Mr. Businessman
lying on a paddle board and splashing his way up and down the pool with a
scissors kick, and a couple of younger kids one of whom was -- Antonio!

Tony saw me about the time I got to the edge of the pool and waved at me.
I waved back then dived into the water and shot like a torpedo to where he
was standing, surfacing like a dolphin just before I ran into his legs.

        "What's up" Antonio said with the musical lilt his Spanish gave his
speech.  "I been looking for you".  He turned his back on the other two
boys as if to say he was not really with them.  They quickly ignored us and
we moved away by ourselves.

	  "Hey Antonio, I was hoping you would be here." I said.

        "Hey, that was really fun playing with you yesterday.  I been
thinking about you ever since," He flashed his friendly smile and sparkling
white teeth.  "and my friends call me Tony, OK?"

        That kind of smile was contagious.  "I've been thinking about you
too" I said, "It's too bad you had to leave at noon."

        "Well, I got all morning so we can play whatever we like." Tony
said with a lecherous smile.  I immediately thought of a number of
interesting possibilities.

A quick glance into the water told me that Tony was naked and his penis was
pointing straight at me like a finger, bobbing up and down, inviting me to
play.  When I looked down at myself I could see that my prick had stood up
to meet his.  If we didn't know what to do, our dicks were pointing the
way.

        Tony reached over and took my dick in his hand and pulled the loose
skin over the head.  " Your friend is glad to see me," he said, flashing
that wonderful smile.  I felt happy for the first time since I was with
Tony the day before.  "I'm glad to see you too" as I took him in my hand
and rolled his dick and balls between my fingers.

We started to play.  Splashing each other with water, chasing back and
forth like dolphins, catching and grabbing and rolling around each other's
wet slippery bodies like eels.  The feeling was so good, not just the
sexual pleasure of contact between dick and skin, but the sensation of
moving weightlessly in the cool water, of being able to move in any
direction with ease, the sense that both our bodies were smooth and lean,
strong and supple, effortlessly under our control.  We got into a groove
and could sense what the other was doing, anticipating the movement,
matching it, meeting it, melting together.  It was exciting, exhilarating,
sensuous.  We played like this for quite some time, never tiring, feeling
that that kind of looseness that happens when you are skating on the edge
of your physical ability.

Finally the attendant blew his whistle at us.  It wasn't Jack, it was the
other morning guy and he motioned for us to cool it.  We were messing up
the lap swimmers and creating a little too much noise.  We looked around
and could see that we were being a nuisance so threw up ours hands in
surrender and backed up to the edge of the pool to catch our breath.

        "Hey, that was fun" Tony said, "I really like playing with you."
Then he gushed with a laugh, "I could play some more, you know?"

        I returned his smile, "Yeah, I know, but you can only do so much in
the pool.  I thought of the dressing room, then said, "I know something
really neat but it's a secret".

        "Cool, what is it?"  Tony's eyes got big and his eyebrows shot up.

        "No, I mean it's really a secret.  I could get in big trouble for
telling.  You can't tell your brother Carlos or anyone.  And you got to
promise not to go there without me".  The expression on my face told him I
wasn't kidding about this.

        Tony's face went dead serious.  "Hey, you don't really know me
Nick, but if I promise you something I will keep it forever.  You are my
friend and I would never lie to a true friend.  Maybe you don't understand
so well, but it has something to do with my honor.  A promise to a true
friend is like a sacred thing."

        His sudden intensity surprised me and sent a chill of excitement
through me.  "Am I your true friend?  You say that like it's something
special".

        Tony's face flushed a little but he never took his eyes off of me.
"Yes, I think so.  I don't know you very well either but I think maybe you
could be my true friend.  I feel like I could trust you with things.  Am I
wrong?"

        I paused for a moment.  Here was something different, something
more than an offer of friendship.  This young boy was talking about trust
and honor and a kind of loyalty that was new to me.  Maybe it was something
from his culture, certainly from his heart, but it touched me in a special
way.  "No, you're not wrong.  You can trust me.  I just didn't know you
felt that way, I mean we just met yesterday".

        Tony lowered his voice and moved a little closer to me, "Yes, but
we played, you know?  And it felt special.  I have played around with a
couple of guys before an it's always, like -- ok lets get off, that's it,
fuck you, good-bye.  You were so nice and I really felt different with you,
you know?  Then today we are playing and spinning around , so much fun --
like we are connected somehow.  I think that's special.  You know what I
mean?  Maybe I'm talking crazy stuff."

I had this nice warm feeling come over me.  I knew I was gay, I was finding
out that being gay could bring me a lot of trouble, and now I was finding
out that maybe it could be nice, or maybe not so different as I was afraid.

        "No Tony, you're not talking crazy.  I feel the same things with
you.  It's just that I haven't figured out where I am with all this stuff.
Come on and I will show you something neat."

I looked around and Jack was nowhere in sight.  The other attendant was
skimming the pool with a little sieve on a long pole and not paying any
attention to us now that we were quiet.  I motioned to Tony and vaulted out
of the water, grabbed my towel and started walking out of the pool.  Tony
followed me without a word as I turned away from the dressing rooms and
opened a small door that led down a short flight of stairs.

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        At the bottom of the steps I turned to Tony and said, "Listen man,
if you tell anybody about this you will really mess me up, ok?"

        Tony looked at me very straight and said, "My word is good Nick.
If I promise something you can make book on it.  If you don't trust me,
let's go back."

I didn't need to say anything, I just nodded, turned and walked into the
pump room and over to the window.

        Tony's eyes lit up as he looked into the pool.  "What's this?  Wow,
you can see everything.  I didn't know this was here.  Oh wow, this is so
cool!"

We watched for several minutes as Tony began to figure out what he was
looking at.  The old guys swimming laps, their arms punching tubes of
bubbles down from side to side, their feet kicking a trail of foam.  kids
jumping in from the sides of the pool like a blast of bubbles that quickly
rose up to the surface and left them kicking their way back to the edge of
the pool.  And here and there, headless bodies hanging down from the
surface paddling their arms and legs to tread water, talking, playing
around, doing those things that were not visible from the rippled surface.

Tony and I leaned our foreheads against the glass and cupped our eyes with
our hands to see better through the thick glass.  We both had white pool
towels wrapped around our waists, both with small tents rising in unison to
point towards the window.  Against the edge of the pool on our left were
three boys.

Two of them were erect with nice long dicks and a thick bush of pubic hair,
one a little thicker than the other but both cut.  The third was a little
farther away and either a bit younger or less developed.  The two with
erections were rubbing their legs together and brushing their hands across
the other's hard dicks.  It appeared that they were playing with each other
without the third boy being aware of it, or else they were trying to talk
him into joining them and he was reluctant.  Tony and I discussed what was
going on and wondered what they were saying.

Finally the third boy swam away quickly and the two remaining began to play
with each other unrestrained by presence of the third.  They faced each
other and rubbed their dicks together then took hold of each other and
began to stroke vigorously.

That was it for Tony and me.  Both the towels hit the floor and we began to
grope each other while we watched the two boys in the pool.

        "Holy Shit!  I can't believe this."  Tony whispered hoarsely, "Do
you come down here all the time?"

        " I Come down here a lot -- you can take that both ways", I
laughed. "You see all kinds of things down here."

Just then first one then the other of the boys began to spew long white
strings of cum from their dicks.  The strings hung in the water and floated
around a bit before dissolving and separating, dissipating into the water
of the pool.  When they had both finished, they pushed their softening
cocks together again and humped each other.

        "Oh man, that's it.  I gotta get off" Tony said and pushed his hard
dick into mine.  We rubbed together for a minute then Tony dropped to his
knees and took me into his mouth.  It felt so warm and smooth and I looked
down at his brown back and shoulders and straight black hair as he sucked
my dick as deep into his mouth as he could.  I hunched my hips into his
face and stroked his neck and the back of his head.  I was getting close
and said so.

        Tony stood up and I thought he wanted me to take my turn and suck
him but instead he turned his back to me and pulled my arms around himself.
"Fuck me" he said.  "Stick it up my ass".

        I wasn't sure I wanted to do that kind of thing.  "I'll hurt your
ass" I said.  "I don't want to hurt you"

        "No, it's cool.  I've done it before and it feels good" Tony said

        "Really?  Who with?"

        "Never mind dammit, just do it, ok?"  Tony urged and gave me a
pleading look.  This wasn't the time for conversation.

        "OK, but what do I do?  If I just cram it in I know it will hurt
you.  I've never done this before."  I insisted.

        "We just need to make it slick" Tony said, "I'll get it wet".

Tony knelt down in front of me and started sucking my dick., pulling the
foreskin back and getting as much spit on it as he could.  My dick
responded by going from semi soft to rock hard in a matter of seconds.
When he had it good and wet he pulled his fingers up from the root of my
dick and milked 1. out some pre-cum.

         "That's what that's for" he said with a grin.  "Now spit on your
fingers and rub it on my ass hole" he instructed.  While I was doing that
he milked up some of his own pre-cum and rubbed it into his ass.  After a
few moments, his ass and my dick were both pretty slick.

        Tony dropped down on his hands and knees and lifted his ass in the
air, spreading his ass cheeks and pushing his ass hole out for me to see.
"Now push it in real slow" he said, and I knelt down behind him, pulled my
foreskin forward over the head of my dick to keep the head wet, and pushed
it against his ass hole.

My dick was pretty stiff but I squeezed it at the base to make the head
even harder and started to push firmly against Tony's ass hole.  He pushed
back into me and the head slid forward from out of the foreskin and slipped
inside his ass with a sudden pop.

        It kind of scared me and I asked him "Does it hurt?"

        "No" Tony moaned, "God no, it feels great.  Just go slow and push
it in".

So I did what he asked and pulled his hips towards me while I pushed on his
ass, and my dick slid right in until my pubes were pushed tight against his
butt.  I could feel my balls pushing against the back of his balls, and his
ass so hot and tight around my dick.  It was incredible, nothing I could
have imagined.

        Tony could hear me gasp and feel me shudder when I hit bottom.  "Do
you like it? he asked with a laugh in his voice.

        All I could do was to grunt and moan "Yes, yes, yes....." so that
Tony laughed and started rocking back and forth.

I took the hint and began to pull almost all the way out then sink it in as
far as it would go.  I did it slow because I was still afraid I would hurt
him, and because My dick head was so sensitive inside his hot ass that it
made me shiver to go any faster.

I looked down at Tony's brown back, at his round shoulders and narrow
waist.  His rounded ass cheeks were a paler shade of brown where he had
been in the sun with trunks on.  And sliding in and out between those
smooth creamy cheeks was my own hard white dick.  The fringe of red pubic
hair pressing against the crack of his ass then sliding down the length of
my dick on the way out.

Tony was nodding his head in time to the rhythm of my stroking and I
reached around his waist and took his hard dick in one hand and his loose
ball sack in the other, and started to jack him off, pulling his brown
foreskin up and down his hard cock.

I was in heaven.  If this was gay then I was glad I was gay.  This was so
beautiful, the sight of his beautiful young body under me, the unbelievable
pleasure it was giving us both.  I was connected to Tony in the most
graphic and intimate way.  I was inside him, we were one body sharing a
common pulse and pleasuring each other in a most incredible way.

Tony began to buck more rapidly and I could feel his ass tighten on my
dick.  Instinctively I sped up my pace and started stroking him harder.  I
laid out across his back so that my thighs and belly and chest were molded
to the curve of his body.  I felt my insides begin to rise up and I held
him tighter and began to cum in huge surges of jism, my balls drawing up
tight and the sperm ripping through my piss tube with a velocity that was
almost painful.  At the same time I could feel his cock throb and the pulse
of sperm rushing out of his cock beneath my fingers, splashing up on his
chest and over the floor.

We both gasped with exertion and pleasure as we relieved the sublime
pressure within us.  Tony bent his arms and let his head fall down on his
hands slumping his hips down in a crouch as I slumped down with him.  He
sighed and straightened out his legs behind him so that I was lying flat
against the length of him, my softening dick still deep inside him.  We
were spent but neither of us wanted to break off the connection that tied
us together.

The sound of a door slamming down the corridor brought us back to reality
and we parted and wiped ourselves clean with our towels before wrapping
them around ourselves again.  We looked at each other and blew out our
breath with a laugh.

        "I didn't know it could be like this" I said.

        "Neither did I" said Tony.  "I don't have words to describe it, not
in English anyway.  Not in Spanish either", and the smile returned.

        "Let's get out of here before we get caught" I said and trotted up
the stairs with Tony right behind me.

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When we got back up to the pool we dumped the dirty towels and jumped into
the water to rinse off.

        Tony looked up at the clock and saw it was almost noon and time for
him to go.  "I'll see you again man." he said.

        "For sure Tony.  I'll see you later".  I said giving him a smile
and getting back his big grin.

I climbed out of the pool and fetched my towel, wrapping it around me and
sitting down leaning against the wall.  I wondered when Jack was going to
show up and walked over to ask the other attendant.

        "I don't think he is coming in today" he said.

        "Are you sure? I asked.

        He walked into the little office and looked at a chart.  Jack's
name was there but it had been penciled through and another name was
written next to it.  "I guess he called in.  Sorry".

That bothered me a little because I thought Jack had said "see you
tomorrow" when he dropped me off the night before.  Maybe I imagined that.
Anyway, if Jack wasn't coming in I was ready to go.  I was hungry and still
a little bit horny even after all that play with Antonio.  I tightened the
towel around my waist and headed for the dressing rooms.

I decided to make another quick trip to the pump room to see if anything
interesting was going on.  There were quite a few men and boys in the pool
and it seemed worth a look. I slipped into the little room whose low hum
and smell of oil and chlorine were familiar to me now.  When I looked
through the window into the deep end I saw the surge of bubbles from
someone diving from the board.  As they rose to the surface I could see
almost to the other end of the pool.

Several men were swimming laps and I could see the bubbles from their arm
strokes and kicks, and bellies swinging back and forth.  Near the window
but over in the corner were several people but they were almost out of
sight.  As I watched them I could see an older man wearing a red speedo who
must have been talking to a couple of young boys, one in the nude and the
other wearing boxer trunks.

Judging from what I could see which was from the shoulders down, I guessed
that the man in the speedo was quite a bit older than the others.  He
looked like he was in pretty good shape but the hair on his chest and
stomach was shot with gray and he was kind of thick around the waist.  But
pushing out the front of his speedos was what looked like a huge cock, and
he kept adjusting it.  First it was pointed down and arched out like half a
big doughnut.  Then he stuck his hand down in his trunks and pulled it up
straight and pointed it at his left hip.  From what I could see it was a
big fat one.  I guessed that if he tried to point it up toward his belly
button it would extend past the top of his red nylon briefs.

I was pretty sure that the boys knew what he was doing because they were
close enough to him to look down and see his bulging boner stretching out
the speedo.  I could see a little tent in the boxers of the one boy but the
one who was nude had his back to me.  As I watched I could see that the man
was brushing his hands across the front of both boys and they were treading
water so as to stay quite close together.  I could imagine they were making
some kind of stupid chat to cover the real purpose of the conversation
which was to feel each other up.

Finally the man pulled down the front of his speedos to let his big cock
flop out and took both boys hands and pressed them onto himself.  They
checked him out for a moment but when each felt the other's hand on the
same dick it seemed to spook them and they backed away.  I could see the
man reaching for them but they turned and swam off.

Actually, I thought what the older guy was doing was pretty rude, but I was
already so horny that I was getting off on it.  Having a hard dick that is
dripping pre-cum doesn't improve your judgment.  Anyway, the speedo guy
swam away and I decided to go up to the dressing room and maybe jerk off in
a toilet stall or something.

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I climbed up from the pump room and walked up to the boys dressing room.
When I turned into the row of lockers where I had left my clothes, there
was speedo man, slowly drying himself off with a towel.  I was surprised to
see him there because the adult dressing rooms were supposed to be in the
next section but there he was.

        "Hi", he said brightly as soon as he saw me.  "How are you today?"

        "Fine."  I said, "How are you?"

        "Oh just great", he replied cheerfully, "doesn't a nice swim feel
great on a day like this?"

I didn't answer but he went on;

        "My name is Bob and I'm here in town for most of the week for a
business meeting.  I always love to stay at the Y because of the athletic
facilities.  I like to try to keep in shape, you know."  He looked me over
with a practiced eye, "You certainly look like you are in good shape.  I
bet you play some sports.  What do you play?"

All the time he was chattering away at me he was pretending to dry himself
off, spending most of his time adjusting his very large cock which was
pushing against the flimsy frontof his red speedos.  It was clear that he
had a big dick, that it was cut, and very hard.  Beneath it were a pair of
large nuts that he lifted several times so that they hung near the front of
his briefs.  It was clear that this guy was making a pass at me just like
he was with the boys in the pool.  The difference was that I was alone and
very horny after playing around with Antonio.  I really didn't care for
this guy much but I was getting a hard in spite of myself, and the damp
towel wrapped around me was not doing a very good job of hiding the fact.

        "Well, I believe I need a nice hot shower to wash off all that
chlorine.  Care to join me?" he asked hopefully.

        "Well, I didn't bring any soap" I said.

        "Oh no problem, I have some nice soap and shampoo and conditioner
too.  I bet that nice curly red hair would comb out a lot smoother with
some good conditioner" he rattled on.  As if to add interest to his
invitation he pulled down his speedos and let his fat dick flop out.  It
was for sure the biggest dick I had ever seen. although I hadn't seen that
many.  I felt kind of funny about doing this but I was horny and the
showers were almost empty after the noon rush so I dropped my towel and
picked up a dry one and started walking toward the showers.

Speedo man's eyes got big when he saw my semi-hard dick.  He looked me over
and smiled like he was showing the dentist all his teeth at once.

        "Oh my, don't you look nice.  I bet all the girls are fighting over
that pretty thing." he said with a silly lilt in his voice.  We walked into
the far shower room and turned on a pair of shower heads.

I hung my towel on a hook next to the door and stepped into the warm water.
It felt good after being in the pool all morning.  The man took a bar of
soap and lathered himself up, spending a lot of time soaping his big dick.
It grew like a snake and stood straight out.  The head was lighter in color
than the rest of it and it was covered with a lot of little veins. His
belly was covered with salt and pepper gray hair as was the hair above his
dick.  But his balls and the side of his dick was smooth as could be.  I
thought about it for a minute and then realized that he must shave himself.

He handed me the bar of soap and asked if I would wash his back for him.
He turned his back to me and I rubbed the bar over his shoulders and back
and washed his back with the palm of my hands.  I stopped at the top of his
hips and started washing my own chest and stomach, He looked a little
disappointed and offered to "help me with that".

He started rubbing the soap over my back and hips, then over my ass and
slid his fingers between my ass cheeks.  When I didn't object he slid a
finger up my ass and started running his soapy hand over my belly and my
dick and balls, wrapping his hand around my cock and jacking me off while
he fingered my ass,

Regardless of my reservations about this guy, he sure knew what felt good
and I spread my legs and let him work on me.  His own dick was slick with
soap and he thrust it towards my hands and I took it and started stroking
him.  I had never held anything that big in my hands before and it felt
thick and heavy, Even though it was long and thick, it never got real hard.
I wondered if maybe he had already shot off before that day,

He was getting me pretty hot working over my dick and ass with his soapy
hands.  All the time he was rubbing his big dick against my back and
stomach and kissing me on the neck and whispering nasty stuff in my ear.
It felt good and I wanted him to maybe suck me when he slipped around
behind me and started rubbing his dick head up and down my crack.  I didn't
know what he was going to do, but by this time I was really getting horny.

He soaped up his dick and my ass and stuck his finger up my butt.  I had
liked that when Antonio did it so I thought this would be pretty hot.  Then
he stuck 2 fingers up my ass and slid them in as far as they would go.
That hurt a little but it kind of felt good too so I didn't say anything.

Then I could feel him turn and slide his dick head up my crack and push it
against my ass hole.  I tried to turn away but he held me around the waist
and pushed down on my shoulders so that I was bent over a little.  I could
feel his fat dick head mashing itself against my ass hole then he pushed
hard and it popped inside my butt.  It hurt like hell and I tried to buck
forward and pull away but he held me tight around the hips and clamped his
hand over my mouth so I couldn't yell.  He pulled back and then slammed it
in deep again.  I felt a splitting pain in my ass and an ache in my belly.
I felt like my ass hole was tearing apart and like I was going to shit all
at the same time.  He had me held tight and the shock of his dick up my ass
took all the strength out of me.  He put his face in my ear and told me to
just relax and that it would feel good in a minute.  He started pumping
faster and held me tight while I struggled to get away.  After what seemed
like a long time he jerked hard and cummed up my ass and finally slowed
down.

He continued to hold me while I went a bit limp.  He was whispering in my
ear how nice it was and how much he loved me and what a nice boy I was.  He
told me that he had a little room on the 6th floor and if I would come up
and visit him he had some nice things for me.  I couldn't say anything
because I was gasping for breath.  When he finally let me go I leaned up
against the wall of the shower and threw up.  I hadn't eaten since
breakfast so it was mostly dry heaves but when I squatted down to puke I
shit his cum out of my ass.  My ass hurt, I felt sick, I felt terribly
angry and I felt very dirty.  I really wanted to die.

When I finally was able to stand and rinse myself off in the shower, speedo
man was gone.  I went back to my locker and sat down on the bench and put
my face in my hands and cried.  Was this what it meant to be gay? I hated
the man who had raped me, and most of all I hated myself.

A couple of teens came in to change and I quickly put on my clothes and
left.  I went home to what I knew was an empty apartment and locked the
door to my bedroom.  I pulled the shades and curtains, got undressed and
crawled into bed.  I wanted to hide and never have to talk to anybody
again.

         I fell into a restless sleep and was awakened at about 5:30 in the
afternoon with my mother's voice outside my room.  "Nicky, your friend Jack
is here from the YMCA to look at that apartment.  Daddy isn't home yet, do
you want to show it to him?"

I didn't know what I wanted to do.  My ass hurt and I still felt sick.  But
the thought of Jack's strong arms sounded pretty good..

        "I'll be right out Mom. I just need to change my clothes".
Suddenly I realized that I desperately need to see Jack.  "Tell Jack I'll
be right there."

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When I opened the door to my room there was Jack standing in the hall with
my mother.  He was wearing an old pair of Levi's and a new white T-shirt.
He had on a pair of penny loafers with no socks, and looked like he had
just shaved and combed his hair in a part on the left side.  I wondered if
this was Jack's version of dressing up to shop for an apartment.  It didn't
really matter what he was wearing, he looked like an angel to me.

        "Can you show him that upstairs apartment you talked to your father
about?" my mother asked.

        "Sure Mom.  Follow me Jack" I said and led the way up the hall
stairs.  I wanted to get away from everyone and everything except Jack as
soon as I could.

Jack followed me up the two flights of stairs to the third floor.  Of the
four rooms up there, number 33 was the smallest and I opened it up and
stepped quickly inside.  It was a small living area with a kitchenette on
one side, a small bedroom and a bath with sink, stool, and an old footed
tub.

It was a mess.  I had helped my father clean it out so that it wasn't
really dirty any more but the walls and windows were covered with filthy
words and pictures scrawled with red spray paint.  Even the kitchen
appliances and bathroom sink and stool were painted.

        "We had a bunch of druggies up here and when Dad made them move
they were kind of pissed" I explained.  "If you want to put in the work to
clean things up and do some painting I think Dad will rent it to you pretty
cheap, he said half price and he will supply the materials".

        Jack sighed, "It will take some work to get it looking decent but
it's just paint.  At least they didn't bust up everything up.  If your dad
will rent it for something I can afford I will be very happy to have it.
Living this close to the Y will let me walk to work and save on gas money".

Jack turned to leave and really looked at me for the first time since we
had stepped into the apartment.  I was standing in the center of the living
room with my arms wrapped around my chest and I was trying not to cry.

        "What the hell is wrong with you?" Jack asked.  "You look like
death warmed over".  I didn't move but I clenched my teeth together,
scrunched up my eyes and felt streams of hot tears start rolling down my
face.  Jack stepped quickly to wrap me in his arms and press my face into
his chest.  "Nick, what's wrong?" he almost whispered.

I tried to talk but all that would come out were sobs.  My legs felt weak
and I slumped down in Jack's arms.  He held me tight and just sat down on
the floor holding me on his lap, patiently rocking me back and forth.
After several minutes I caught my breath and tried to tell him what had
happened.  I told him about the man with the red speedos and how he had
seemed nice.  How we went into the shower and how he washed my back, and
played with me, and how it felt nice and I thought we were going to play
like with some boys I had played with and how he held me so tight and bent
me over and hurt me -- and I began to sob again.

Jack still held me but I felt him go stiff all over.  He kept whispering
into my ear that it was going to be ok, that he was going to take care of
it.  When I settled down some Jack leaned back so he could look into my
face and started quietly asking me a lot of questions about the man in the
red Speedos.  I couldn't remember much but thought he said his name was Bob
something and that he stayed at the Y sometimes and remembered that he said
he had a room on the sixth floor.  Jack made me tell him exactly what the
man looked like and I told him what I could but I really didn't like
thinking about it.

I tried to tell Jack that it was my fault, I had followed the man into the
shower and let him play with me.  I felt like I had done something really
terrible and maybe I deserved what happened.

        "No", Jack said firmly.  "No Nick, it wasn't your fault.  That man
had no interest in you except to use you for sex.  He set you up and
tricked you.  He used you and hurt you and I promise you that he won't get
away with it.  Don't worry about your Speedo man, his ass is mine".  Then
Jack looked very sad, "I feel so bad for you Nick.  You are too innocent to
know what a man like that really wanted.  You have played with other boys
but how would you know the difference between a friend and a predator?"

        "Well", and I let out a long breath, "I know now I guess".

        Jack kissed me on the forehead, "I'm sorry Nicky", Jack said with a
catch in his voice, "I'm really sorry.  I will take care of that bastard."

        I laid my cheek against Jack's chest and felt safe for the first
time since I left the Y.  "Nicky." I said.

        "What?"

        "You called me Nicky.  Nobody else calls me that but my mother".

        "Did I?  Sorry Nick"

        "No", I said. "I like it from you.  I really like it.  But just
when we are alone, OK?"

        "OK Nicky" Jack said with a bit of a smile.  "But now I need to
check on rent with your dad and then I need to run over to the Y and check
on some things.  I have some homework to do.  Don't worry about anything.
Just trust me Nick -- Nicky.  I'm going to take care of some things for
you, OK?"

        "Sure Jack.  I would trust you with anything.  I feel so safe as
long as you are holding me.  Are you working tomorrow?"

        "Yeah, I'll be there 9:00 to 3:00.  If you are at the pool I'll see
you then"

I led Jack back down to the first floor and introduced him to my dad who
had arrived by then.  I could tell by the way Dad shook hands with Jack
that he liked him and that they would work something out..  I walked back
to my room wondering what it would be like having Jack living in the same
house with me.


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

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