Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2015 01:13:35 +0200 From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com> Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 41 Nick's Story -- Chapter 41 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 please make donations to Nifty. Copyright 2014 - 2015, Nick Brady, all rights reserved. ------------------------------ Tony was awakened about 7:30 when the other boys began to stir around and prepare for breakfast. The first thing he noticed was that a small boy was holding him from behind. It was no surprise to find that it was Bobby who had crawled down from the bunk above him sometime during the night. The next thing he noticed was that his dick was hard. He lay still for a time enjoying the warm body at his back and the warm air from Bobby's breath nuzzling the back of his neck. Reluctantly he extracted himself from the boy's grasp and moved away. "Hey Bobby, it is time for breakfast, man." He said, gently shaking the boy awake. Bobby looked a little confused then realize where he was, "I had a bad dream." He mumbled. "Yeah, I know." Tony said. "But we got to go eat breakfast, I'm hungry, aren't you?" "I guess. I'm sorry, I got scared again." Bobby apologized. "That's OK, but you can't be sleeping with me. It don't look right." He explained. "Let's get up, OK?" Bobby rolled out of bed and looked around, realizing that his clothes were in another room. Danny pointed to a small bundle of clothing. "I brought your stuff after you went to bed." He explained gently. "Thanks." Bobby pulled on jeans and t-shirt and stuck his feet into his shoes, then padded to the bathroom to pee and wash his face. "I know it wasn't your idea, but you and Bobby can't really sleep in the same bed." Danny said to Tony. "I know. I will talk to him, OK?" Tony agreed. Danny, Jermaine, Tony and Bobby trudged down to the dining hall for breakfast. Thomas seemed to be looking for them and came to sit with Tony. "Bobby had another bad night?" Thomas asked Tony quietly. "Yeah, he had another bad dream." Tony told him. "I kind of need to see you, OK?" "Yeah, me too." Thomas agreed. "Maybe we can take a walk after breakfast." During breakfast Danny told Bobby. "I'm going to talk to Wilson, our counselor about you changing rooms, I have to get permission." "Do you think I can move to your room?" Bobby asked. "I think so. Justin is gone now so there is an empty bed. But it has to be approved." Danny explained. "But is it OK with you and Jermaine?" "Yes, we agreed that you need to be close to Tony. But you can't be sleeping with him Bobby. That looks bad." Danny explained. "I'm sorry." Bobby apologized. " But when I am with him I don't feel so scared." "I understand. I'm not saying you guys were doing anything bad, but it looks bad, you know?" Danny reminded him. "I will go talk to our counselor to get it approved. I think I can explain about how you need to be close to Tony and it should be OK. Everybody knows about your bad dreams and how Tony is the only one that calm you down. Why don't you go to your room and get your stuff together." Bobby nodded and started back to his room to box up his belongings. Thomas and Tony made eye contact and picked up their coats for a walk outside. "Man, I am so horny I can't stand it." Tony told Thomas as they started walking. "You want to do something?" "Always, especially with you Tony." "Where can we go?" Tony asked. "I think the tool shed. It will be a little warmer in there and it's pretty safe." Thomas answered. Thomas popped the lock and they slipped inside. "You are good at that." Tony observed. "Yeah, maybe I could go straight and be a locksmith." Thomas chuckled. "You got on the job training." Tony laughed. They sat next to each other on a pile of quilted pads and snuggled together. "I really like you." Thomas said. "I like you too." Tony agreed. "We are like, the same, you know?" "Yeah, I know. But it's more than just liking to have sex with you." "How do you mean?" "Well, in the first place I think you are sexy as hell. You are really nice looking, you know? A nice body and I like that you are brown." "I got the permanent suntan, right?" "Right. And I like that your dick has the skin on it, and you have beautiful brown eyes." "Stop, you are embarrassing me." Tony laughed. "You asked me and I am telling you. I think you are beautiful. I know that sounds queer, but that's what I think." "Yeah, I guess we are queer, you and me. We like the same things. But it is different with you." "How's that?" Thomas asked. "I don't know, I like that you are have good muscles and a fat dick. You look real good to me. But it's not just that. I don't know how to say it." "So what is it?" Tony thought for a minute. "I been doing sex with guys my whole life. I think I told you about my papa and how we were supposed to do sex with men for money and bring it home to him. Some of that I hated, but some I liked. I guess I liked it with some of the younger men, really, even with some older men. What I liked were the ones who were nice to me." "What do you mean, nice?" "It is hard to talk about. But when I hooked up with some guy for money, some really treated me like shit. They fucked me rough and didn't care if they hurt me, they called me dirty names and shoved me around. It really sucked. But some guys were nice to me, and tried not to hurt me, hugged and kissed me while they did stuff with me. I liked that. Some old men just wanted to rub heir hands on my body and tell me nice things, then they'd suck my cock and make me feel real good. I guess it sounds crazy, but they would pay me for that." "You had to do a lot of things to survive. That must have been tough." Thomas sympathized. "A lot of it was really shitty, especially if I didn't bring home enough money. Then Papa would slap me around real bad. But some of it was OK." Tony shrugged. Thomas looked thoughtful. "Do you think you would have liked to do sex with guys if things were different? I mean if you had not been forced to when you were little?" Tony shrugged. "I don't know, man. To tell you the truth, I never think about pussy. Girls don't interest me much at all. I mean, I can see if a girl is pretty but I don't want to have sex with her. I guess I am supposed to like sex with guys. I sure like to do stuff with you." Thomas smiled. "Am I special?" "Yeah, you are. I said I think you look good and you do sex good, but mostly it is because you are so nice to me." Tony said sincerely. "I'm nice to you because I really like you a lot. You are easy to be nice to. Actually, I kind of admire you." "Me? You admire me? Nobody ever said that to me before." Tony said in surprise. "Why would you admire me?" "Because you have had a really shitty life in many ways, but you are still a nice person. I really respect the way you look after Bobby." "Bobby, Bobby. I never know anybody like Bobby. He makes me crazy sometimes." Tony admitted. "How's that?" "I don't know why but Bobby has latched on to me. He wants to be around me all the time, he hugs me and tells me he loves me. He wants to get in bed with me and hold me while he sleeps. Jesus man, he makes me so horny. But I know he doesn't mean it that way. He wants to be my little brother, not my lover. I think he would do anything I asked him to, but it wouldn't be right. I can't mess with him. It would hurt him." "Maybe he wants you to mess with him." "No, if he wanted to do sex stuff, I could tell. I mean like, I have plenty of experience, you know? But he is not like that. He's not like us, Thomas. If I hurt him I would hate myself." Tony sighed. "But he is so cute, man." Thomas leaned into Tony and felt of his dick through his jeans. "You won't hurt my feelings. This conversation has given me a big boner." "Yeah, me too. I am about to bust. I'm sorry man, I don't usually talk so much, but you are the only person I can talk to about stuff like this." Thomas began to unbutton Tony's jeans and pushed them down revealing Tony's very hard brown penis. Cupping Tony's balls in his hand, he opened his mouth and went down on him, pushing his lips into Tony's pubic hair and sucking hard. Tony reacted with a violent thrust upward into his friend's mouth. Taking a double handful of brown hair, Tony lay back and spread his legs wide, giving Thomas full access to his cock and balls. "Oh my God." Tony moaned. Thomas began to suck Tony with passion. He took him deep in his mouth, as far as he could go, then pulled up to lick the head and swirl his tongue around it, then back down all the way. He bobbed his head up and down covering the length of Tony's hard cock as rapidly as he could. He paused at the top and gripped the end of Tony's foreskin with his lips and pulled it up and over the head, holding it in his lips and pushing down until the foreskin was stretched tight as far down as it would go. Tony moaned loudly in response. "Oh my God, Thomas, You gonna kill me!" Thomas paused long enough to ask. "Is that a complaint?" "NO, keep going man." Thomas took just the head in his mouth and squeezed it with his lips and rubbed it all around with his tongue while jerking the shaft below with his hand, up and down very rapidly, then releasing his hand to plunge his mouth down the length of Tony's cock a few times them back up to lick the head. Tony was gasping for breath. "Oh man, I'm gonna cum!" Thomas stopped and gently stroked his friend. "Not yet, I'm not through with you yet." Bending down he sucked first one of Tony's loose hairless testicles into his mouth and then the other. Grasping them with his lips he pulled down and out, stretching them away from his body while twisting the foreskin over the head of Tony's dick. He worked his tongue over the length of his cock, from under the balls up and over the shaft to the top, then turned his head and put his lips on the underside of his dick and ran his mouth up and down pushing Tony's rigid cock against his belly. "Oh man." Tony cried. "I'm too horny, I can't hold it no more! I got to cum!" Thomas let go of him and took the length of his cock into his mouth, the head against the back of his throat, and began to roll his tongue under the shaft while swallowing and sucking at the length of him. His nose and chin were pressed hard against Tony's belly and balls and he moved his head from side to side as Tony began to cum. He held on tight and swallowed every drop until Tony was exhausted and finally held still, gasping for breath. Thomas sat up, releasing Tony from his mouth and looked down at him with a smile. "How was that?" He asked. Tony looked up at him with a glazed look in his eyes. "That was the best, man. That was fantastic!" "Yeah, I enjoyed it too. Maybe as much as you did." Thomas assured him. "I don't think so." Tony replied. "Hey, you want to fuck me?" "Hell yes." Thomas agreed. Both boys shucked their pants and Tony got on his hands and knees with is butt tipped up in the air. Thomas moved behind him and spit in his hand, combining the saliva with the precum oozing from his cock and making himself slippery. "Ready?" Tony reached back and helped Thomas align himself with his hole. "Come on and fuck me good." He said. Thomas wiggled the end of his dick around on Tony's asshole to get him slick then pushed slowly, feeling the head of his dick begin to penetrate the tight opening. With a pop it slipped inside and he felt Tony jerk. There was a moment of pain then a feeling of fullness as he took the length of his friends cock. "Am I hurting you?" Thomas asked. "No man. I'm OK. You got a fat dick." Tony assured him. Thomas pulled out a little then back in a little more until he was fully inserted in Tony's ass. "Yeah, that feels good." Tony said. "Go slow, OK?" They began to fuck in earnest. Thomas going deep then pulling almost all the way out, then plunging in again, increasing the speed faster and faster until he had a good rhythm going and Tony began to moan and push back against his friends big cock. "Oh man, that feels good. Fuck me Thomas." Tony groaned. Tony put his head down on the mat and tipped his ass high in the air, reveling in the feeling of the big cock up his ass. It was stroking his sensitive spots and making him tingle all over. Thomas reached under him and began to squeeze his balls, rolling them around in his fingers and massaging the space behind his nuts. After several minutes of this Tony lay down flat on the floor and Thomas stretched out across his back, pressing his face between Tony's shoulder blades, and reaching under Tony's arms to pull him close. They were pressed against each other, skin to skin from neck to knee while Thomas pounded himself into Tony's ass with a slapping sound. They could be no closer together as both grunted and moaned. They fucked like this for as long as they could when Thomas began to gasp. "I can't wait any longer, I'm gonna cum, Tony." Tony responded. "Don't pull out man, cum in my ass and don't stop!" Thomas grunted and panted hard, emptying himself in Tony's ass. "Keep going!" Tony cried. Thomas continued to pound, his cock suddenly lubricated by an ample supple of hot semen. "Yes, yes, Oh my God, yes!" Tony gasped and shot another load of cum onto the quilted pad. Finally the boys lay still, panting from exhaustion. Thomas slowly caught his breath and rested on Tony's back until his erection died and he fell out, dribbling cum on Tony's balls. "Wow. That was awesome." He said. Thomas rolled off and Tony turned over, both resting on their backs and breathing hard. "Damn, if we keep this up we might get good at it." Thomas laughed. "No shit." Tony wheezed. "You busted my ass good. I never fucked like that before. That was the best, man." Thomas rolled on his side and looked at Tony. "That is twice you have said that today." "I really meant it, you are the best, man." Tony said, and for the first time initiated a long kiss. After a few minutes they broke off the kiss and embraced. "I think I really love you." Thomas whispered into Tony's ear. Tony got quiet. "Nobody ever loved me before. Now I got two boys who tell me they love me. You and Bobby. But Bobby loves me like a friend and a brother. I don't know how to think about you. I mean you are my friend but this is different." "That's because we are more than friends." Thomas said. "We are lovers." Tony's eyes began to form tears. "I have had sex with lots of guys, old men, young guys. But nobody ever made love to me before. I guess I never had this before." "So how does it feel?" Thomas asked. "It feels good. I mean like it feels right. Maybe this is what we are supposed to do." Tony said thoughtfully. "Except that one of us is supposed to be a girl." Thomas laughed. "I don't feel like a girl, do you?" "No man, I like being a boy." Tony said. "I like you being a boy too." "Well that's convenient." Thomas laughed again. "You ever do this before? I mean like we just did?" "No, never. My father and his brother fucked me but there was nothing loving about that. They just shoved it in and hurt me. I never fucked anybody until I met you." Thomas admitted. "No shit? You mean it?" Tony was surprised. "I am really the first one for you?" In response Thomas leaned over and kissed Tony again, slowly and tenderly. "Yes. You are my first, my first lover. Maybe my last, I don't know. I know I don't want another. Nobody ever loved me either, Tony. I think what we have is special." "Wow, this is really special. I am going to have to think about this. This is so new for me." Tony sat up. "You and Bobby. Two people who love me. A little brother and a boyfriend. Two different things. You are not jealous of Bobby?" "No, not at all." Thomas shook his head. "Bobby is a real sweetheart. I like him too. Besides, that's a different relationship. How can I be jealous of my boyfriend's little brother?" He smiled. "This is happening so fast." Tony shook his head. "Hey, what time is it? We been gone a long time. Somebody is gonna start looking for us." "I don't have a watch but we have been gone a long time. We better get back." They stood up and pulled their clothes on, easing the door open and looking around. "Let's go on around the long way like we have been walking." Thomas suggested. They started back, walking slowly as if in no hurry, returning to Tony's room. It was only 10:30. They had lost track of time but no one seemed to have missed them. When they entered the room Bobby was waiting for Tony. He had been talking to Jermaine. "Where have you been?" Bobby asked. "Me and Thomas took a walk around the yard. What are you doing in here anyway." Bobby broke out in a big grin. "This is my room now. Wilson said it was OK." "Hey, that's cool!" Tony exclaimed. "You gonna take Justin's bunk?" "Yes, but I can't sleep with you." Bobby told him. "I told you that. No more sneaking down in the middle of the night, OK?" Tony grinned. "No. That was a condition." Bobby acknowledged. "That's cool. I will be close. You can lean over to check on me." Tony suggested. Bobby jumped up and gave Tony a big hug. "This is so cool!" Jermaine grinned and looked away. "We boxed up Justin's stuff and Wilson took it somewhere. Then we put Bobby's stuff in here and you are all moved in, right Bobby?" Bobby nodded vigorously. "I'm good!" "Where is Danny?" Tony wondered. "He just now left. He helped us move Bobby." Jermaine explained. "So here we are, Danny, Jermaine, me and Bobby." Tony said. "The Four Companeros." --------------------------------- Joseph, Kevin, Jack and I returned to my apartment after the trip to Gilcrease. "Seeing the three brothers together was rather emotional." Joseph said. "Yes it was." Jack agreed. "Pablo and Juan were ecstatic at finding Tony. They really had no idea where he was. Now we need to locate Carlos. He shouldn't be hard to find if the right person has an inside track with Children's Services. There is list of kids in foster care somewhere." "What about Tony?" I wondered. "How long will he have to stay at the Tulsa Boys Home?" "Initially he was sent there because he got in trouble and didn't have a decent home to go to." Jack reminded him. "I think his father is either in prison somewhere or deported. Either way it is good riddance. We wouldn't want to see the kid back in that situation. If he had not gotten arrested he would probably be in foster care like Carlos." "But how long will he be there?" "The question is where would he go. If he keeps his nose clean he might get into a foster home like his brother. If not, I think they can keep them until he is 18 then let him try to make it on his own. Worst case if he really screws up is to deport him." What about Pablo and Juan? Could they look after him?" Joseph asked. "Pablo seems very responsible." "He is." Jack agreed. "But remember, none of these guys are legal. They are all illegal aliens and subject to deportation." "That is a tough situation." Kevin observed. "I really feel bad for those guys. None of them asked to be in that situation. Well, Tony screwed up but that really wasn't his fault either." Joseph suggested. "We have a family attorney who is very sharp. I think I will call and see if he will talk to me about this. I hope he will take me seriously." "Why wouldn't he take you seriously?" Kevin asked. "I am a fifteen year old boy." "Right, but you talk like a college professor." I said. Joseph laughed. "Thank you, but that might not be sufficient." "Do you suppose he would talk to me?" Jack wondered. "That might not be a bad idea." Joseph agreed. "Perhaps if I make an appointment we might go together." Joseph looked thoughtful. "Actually there are three problems. First is locating Carlos. Second is working something out for Tony. Third is the immigration status of all four brothers." "That's right." Jack replied. "And I think you stated those in order of difficulty. Locating Carlos should not be too hard with the help of an attorney, although I don't know where else he could go with no relatives. Tony will have to behave himself and have somewhere better to go. Carlos really has no better alternative than foster care either. The problem with the immigration status is a tough one. The law is pretty unforgiving." "This doesn't sound like an easy project." I lamented. "But it seems like we should try to do something. These are our friends." "The easy thing to do is look the other way." Jack said. "If there is something we can do, we should do it. If there is not, we won't know that until we try. I am up for seeing what we can do. What do you think, Joseph?" "I would not feel right about looking the other way. I will contact our attorney in the morning. It is too late to call him today." I have to go." Jack said. "I will talk to you guys later." Jack left just as my parents walked in. "Hello." Jack said. "I was just leaving. Did you enjoy driving Pablo's DeSoto?" "Oh yes! That is quite the space ship. If he will keep that it will be worth something eventually." My dad said. "They aren't making DeSotos any more and nobody else made one like that." "Where did you go after Pablo dropped us off?" Kevin asked. "We ran across Denver to the Safeway." His mom answered. "I needed something for supper. Aren't you boys hungry? You can stay Jack. We can feed you." "Thank you very much but I have to run. Pablo and I have plans for tonight." I winked at Joseph. "Have fun." I said to Jack. Kevin clicked on the TV while Joseph and I went to the bedroom to talk. We closed the door and stretched out on my bed. "So how are you doing? Are you missing Alice's cooking?" I asked. "No, not at all. Not that Alice isn't a good cook. But I have enjoyed being here very much." Joseph assured me. "What I miss is my piano." "Sure. I guess you are used to playing every day." I guessed. "I am. I think the last time I went a week without a piano was when I was about four years old." "Did you really start that young?" "When I was four we stayed with my aunt for a week. She had an upright piano that I started playing with. It seems that I picked out some things by ear using both hands and attracted some attention. Mother decided I should take lessons and the rest is history, as they say." "You didn't have a piano at your house?" "No but mother bought a little spinet for me to learn on and when I was nine my teacher encouraged her to buy a better one. Actually I was invited to play with the Tulsa Philharmonic and that convinced her that I had real talent. That was when they bought the big piano. It is a Steinway you know." "I don't know much about pianos." I admitted. "Steinway is a good one." Joseph informed me. "Anyway, I miss it. I am in no hurry to leave your gracious hospitality but I really should play or I will get rusty." "Does it make that much difference?" "Actually, it does. After a few days I can tell the difference. After a few more my teacher can notice the difference. After a week or more you could tell the difference." "I doubt that. I am not that musical." I admitted. "Don't sell yourself short. You have been exposed to a lot of good music singing in the church choir, and have a better ear than you may realize." "Maybe." I admitted. "I have learned a lot about music from the choir, mostly from your tutoring. You have almost taught me how to read music." Joseph suggested. "I have a key to the house of course. I think I would like to run home tomorrow to play for awhile. If the weather is decent we might ride over and if not I think I will ask Alice to come and get me. Would you care to join me?" "Sure. I like to hear you play." I assured him. "I guess except for Alice we will have the house to ourselves, right?" "Right." He said with a broad smile. "I think I like the way you are thinking." "We might want to take a nap after you practice." I suggested. Joseph chuckled. "I definitely like the way you are thinking." ......................to be continued. Remember that Nifty needs contributions to continue to publish the stories you enjoy. 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