Date: Sat, 2 May 2015 21:04:32 +0200 From: Nick Brady <y2kslacker@mail.com> Subject: Nicks Story - Chapter 43 Nick's Story -- Chapter 43 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 looked out the window in the morning and saw a blanket of white covering everything. Snow was over the street and halfway up the tires of cars parked along the curb. A layer of snow followed the contours of rooftops and was piled in neat caps on top of utility poles. The branches of trees were bent over with layers of white stuff. But the sky was clear blue and the air was still. It looked like a Christmas card and was a sight he had never seen before. Bobby was beside him bouncing with excitement. "Wow, snow fort, snowball war!" He shouted. "I got to eat breakfast first." Tony said. "Can't you wait for breakfast?" "OK, but hurry. I want to go out and play in the snow." Bobby encouraged him. There was a lot of chatter in the dining room as boys wolfed down scrambled eggs and pancakes. Discussing the proper construction of snow forts and the packing of snowballs. "We should choose up sides and make some teams." Danny instructed. The boys from Tony's room along with Thomas decided they could take on all comers. Tony was caught up in the excitement. "This could be a lot of fun. I never had a snowball war before." He said with enthusiasm. As soon as they had fueled up, they rushed back for coats and gloves and headed out to the quadrangle for play. Snow was ankle deep and just the right temperature to pack properly. The more experienced boys began to roll snow into round building blocks and piled them into circles two deep, just high enough to crouch behind. Several such structures quickly appeared in strategic locations, enclosing stacks of snowball ammunition just inside. Even before the forts were completed, white missiles began to fly. Soon snowballs flew in all directions, the defenses filled with laughing boys leaping up to hurl snowballs at target of opportunity, then crouching down to duck the incoming projectiles. "Man, that's cold!" Tony yelled as a large ball of snow hit him in the side of the face and slid down his neck. "Get them, get them!" Bobby giggled as he jumped up and down slinging snow at anything that moved. Danny organized a charge on the nearest fort and his warriors ran full tilt at the closest opponent, firing snowballs as they ran. They quickly ran out of ammunition and were driven back by the entrenched boys with better supplies within their defenses. The battle continued until the combatants were wet and breathless. Danny and team retreated to the relative safety of their fort to regroup. Danny suggested. "OK, here is the plan. Let's restock our snowballs and try again. Tony, Bobby and Thomas, you guys make another direct attack. Jermaine and I will run around behind them and attack from the rear. If we can run them out of their fort then we can capture it, OK?" It sounded like a good plan. Each boy gathered an armload of snowballs and crouched at the ready, dodging incoming missiles of snow. Danny yelled. "Charge!" and the battle resumed. Tony, Bobby and Thomas charged forward, slinging snowballs as they ran. Danny and Jermaine ran around from the side and began to pelt the enemy with all their might. Sure enough, the opposition retreated, abandoning their fort and relocating themselves in Danny's recently abandoned fort. "Wait a minute. Did we win that one or lose it?" Jermaine wondered as he tried to catch his breath. "Does it matter?" Thomas laughed. "I guess not, but I liked our fort better. Lets reclaim it." Danny commanded. The battle resumed. After several hours of this the armies were exhausted and a truce was called. A general retreat was called for and all combatants trooped into the dining hall for hot chocolate and some cookies, courtesy of the good ladies in the kitchen. "Hey Bobby, you were right man, that was fun!" Tony admitted. "But I got snow all inside my shirt." "You will dry out." Jermaine laughed. "You can't have a snowball war without snow." "I guess not. It was really cool though." Tony smiled. After refreshing themselves, a few went back out to play in the snow, most found other things to do. Tony and Thomas decided to take a warm shower. "I got all sweaty out in the snowball fight, but now I am wet and cold." Tony complained. "You need to take a shower and put on some dry clothes." Thomas suggested. "Yeah, that sounds good, man." Tony smiled in agreement. They walked up to their rooms to fetch dry clothes and met in the bathroom. Two other boys had the same idea and were soaking in the shower when they arrived. Tony and Thomas joined them and basked in the warm water. When they looked at the other boys they noticed that they had turned their backs and looked a little embarrassed. After a minute they edged out without turning towards Tony and Thomas, dried off, dressed and left without speaking. "I think they had boners." Thomas observed. "Yeah, I bet they were jacking off." Tony agreed with a grin. "Sounds like a good idea to me." Thomas chuckled, noticing that Tony's cock was beginning to plump up. "Hey, maybe we will get caught in here." Tony worried. "I don't want to get in trouble." "Maybe if we were fucking, but we could just jack off." Thomas reasoned. "Come on, I like to jerk off with you, and I am really horny." Thomas took Tony's cock in his hand and began to squeeze it gently. Tony smiled and cupped his hand under Thomas' furry balls. "Yeah man, I like to feel of you too." In moments they were both hard and moved to the side, out of sight of the shower opening. They moved together, comparing their hard dicks side by side. "You are fatter than me, and you got more hair." Tony observed. "Yeah, but yours is prettier." He said. "What do you mean it is pretty? What makes it pretty?" Tony smiled. "Because." Thomas answered. "You got your skin, and it is nice and round, real straight and a nice brown color. Mine is kind of lumpy and curves down a little. You got some straight black hair. I like that your balls are nice and smooth. I just think it looks really pretty." Tony smiled and began to stroke both their dicks together in his hand. "You always say nice things to me. You even tell me I got a pretty dick." "I think you are beautiful, I told you that before. I really like you Tony." He said sincerely. "I like you better than anybody else I ever knew. I told you that before too." Then he leaned forward and kissed Tony gently. Tony let go of their cocks and slid his arms around Thomas' waist, pulling their wet naked bodies tightly together. Thomas put his arms around Tony's shoulders and they continued a very loving kiss. Tony's dick pressed flat against his friends belly, Thomas' against Tony's hip. They shared a long moment like this. Then Thomas leaned back a little and took both cocks in his hand and began to stroke them tightly together. "Oh man, that feels nice." Tony moaned. They resumed the kiss and Thomas continued to stroke their cocks faster. After several minutes of this first Thomas, then Tony began to cum against the other, the hot sperm dripping down their bellies and over their balls then onto the shower floor. Thomas let go and they pressed hard against each other, rubbing their cocks back and forth, feeling the slick cum between them. "I love you Tony." Thomas moaned. "Yeah, me too, I love you too, man. I really mean that. I never really felt this way about anybody else." Tony whispered with his lips pressed against Thomas' neck. They stood together like this for a minute then moved back to the shower and let the warm water rinse them off. After the moment of passion, neither seemed to know quite what to say. They rinsed themselves until their erections subsided, then turned off the water and toweled themselves dry. As they dressed, Thomas asked. "Do you think we are really in love with each other?" "Man, I don't think I really know what that is. I never felt this way before. I guess I told you that before too." Tony looked at his friend as if seeing him for the first time. "I know that I don't want to lose you." "Why would you lose me?" Tony shook his head. "I never had anything this nice. I'm afraid something will happen." Now dressed, they sat down on the bench together. "I feel the same way." Thomas said. "I don't think anybody ever loved me before. I understand how you feel. I don't think I will get over this. Maybe, but it feels right." Tony sighed. "When I got in trouble and got sent here I was really mad, and kind of scared. I didn't want to come here. But now I think it is the best thing that ever happened to me. I got you and my little brother Bobby, and a bunch of real friends. I guess I like it here. I don't want to ever leave." "We got to leave sometime, I guess." Thomas said. "Right now we don't have anyplace else to go, so we will be here for awhile. Maybe we should just enjoy it while we can." "Yeah, I guess so." Tony said in a sad way. "Hey, don't be sad. You never know what will happen. Maybe we will end up together somewhere else. I am fourteen and you are just thirteen. Right now we are pretty happy. I think we should make the best of it." Tony smiled. "Yeah, you are right. You are usually right. I think you are smarter than me. All we got is right now. So let's be happy." Thomas kissed him on the cheek. "Sounds like a plan. The really good news is it's about lunch time. Let's go eat." "Damn good plan." Tony agreed, and they both laughed and headed for the dining room. --------------------------------- Joseph and I woke up in the quiet room at the top of his stairs. It was very quiet there, even more so than usual. "Are you awake?" I said quietly. "Yes, I have been awake for a little while. I didn't want to wake you." Joseph answered. "There isn't a sound. I can't hear cars on the street or anything." I observed. We got out of bed and went to the windows that looked out over Joseph's balcony. We looked out in amazement at the world of white. The snow had stopped and it was a beautiful clear winter day. "Wow, look at the snow." I exclaimed. "It looks deep." "It is very beautiful." Joseph agreed. Then we both felt the call of our full bladders. "I think I need to pee." We walked into the big bathroom and stood side by side, evacuating our bladders through our morning erections, sword fighting with the twin streams of yellow urine. "You are looking pretty good this morning." I chuckled. "You always look good to me." Joseph replied. We shook the last drops from ourselves then returned to the windows, admiring the unmarked beauty of the snowfall. "This is different, What do we want to do today?" I asked. "Ride bikes?" Joseph teased. "Maybe not today." I laughed. "What time is it?" "You tell me." I hesitated then remembered the new wrist watch on my arm. "Oh yeah. It is 9:42, and it is December 29." "See, I knew you could tell time." Joseph chuckled. "I love my new watch. I never had a wrist watch before." I said. I stood behind Joseph, wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my face against his back. "I love you Joseph." "I love you too." He assured me, placing his longer arms over mine and rubbing them. "I suppose it would be a nice morning to get back in bed and play around a little." I suggested. "That is always a good idea." Joseph said, "But as a matter of fact, I am starving. Do you think you might like some breakfast?" As if in answer, my stomach gave out a loud grumble. Joseph laughed. "I will take that as a yes. Let's see if Alice will feed us." We dressed and went downstairs, finding Alice in the kitchen making raisin bran muffins. "Hello Sleepyheads." She greeted us, "Would you like some breakfast?" "Yes." We replied in unison. "I will have some nice muffins in about 30 minutes. What else would you like?" She asked. "Would you make huevos rancheros? Joseph requested. "Sure I would. We haven't had those for a long time. Lots of cheese?" "Yes of course." Joseph said. "What are wavy rancheros?" I asked. Joseph laughed. "Huevos rancheros. I think it means like country eggs or something." He looked at Alice. "That's close enough." She smiled. "I think Mr. Nicky will like them." "If you make them I'm sure I will like them." I assured her. We went into the piano room while Alice got busy with breakfast. Joseph sat down and began to warm up with some scales, making them sound fancy. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled a manuscript from on top of the piano. "Here is something for my next recital in February." He explained. "This is a Mazurka by Saint Saens, the number 3 written in 1882. I'm not sure that it is my favorite but it is very nice. A Mazurka is sort of dance music for that time." "If you don't like it why are you going to play it?" I wondered. "Oh, it is not that I don't like it. These things are very subjective. But it is something that my teacher Blair wanted me to learn. It is very nice. Tell me what you think." He began to play and I watched as he disappeared into his world of music. I vanished and all that was left was Joseph and his music. I was in the presence of his first love. I had no clue what I was listening to but it was very beautiful, and I leaned back in the wing back chair and listened as carefully as I could. I managed not to fall asleep this time. Finally he stopped and I realized he had finished, "Bravo!" I clapped enthusiastically. "Did you like it?" He asked, a little surprised. "Yes, of course. It was great." Then I confessed. "I would like anything you played." He smiled. "Thank you dear Nicky. "You are truly my most faithful fan." "I am." I agreed. "I like everything about you." Then Alice call us into the kitchen, and I found a plate of eggs poached in a home made salsa and covered in melted white cheese. It smelled wonderful. "Wavy rancheros." Joseph explained. We sat down and consumed them with warm flour tortillas dabbed with butter. They were great. Then we enjoyed the hot muffins also spread with butter, and washed down with cold milk. Heavenly! "You are the best Alice." I praised her. "Oh, thank you Nicky. I love to feed boys because you enjoy eating." She said with a broad smile. We took our plates to the sink where she snatched them away and began to rinse them off. "I have this." She declared. "You go on to your music." We went back to Joseph's big Steinway piano and he played for another 30 minutes or so. Then he stopped and closed the lid to the piano. "I think that is enough for right now." He said. "I think I might like to go back upstairs to rest for a bit, if that is alright with you." "Of course." I said with a smile. We rose and slipped up the stairs to his bedroom and he closed the door. "Now." He smiled. "All work and no play, as they say." He took me in his arms and hugged me close. Then he went to sit on the edge of his bed and began to get undressed. I followed suit. When we were both completely naked we slid under the covers and snuggled close. "We have other skills to practice." He said quietly and pulled me against him. Just as things were getting interesting, there was a knock on the door and Alice's voice interrupted our bliss. "Nick? Your friend Jack is on the telephone and wants to talk to you." We leaped out of bed and grabbed for our clothes. "Thank you Alice, I will be right down." I called through the door. "Damn! Why don't you have a telephone up here?" I complained. "No one ever calls me, and I am not to answer the telephone anyway." He explained. "They expect Alice to do that." "Shit, a hundred rooms in this place and one phone in the kitchen." "Actually there are several phones in the house, just not in my room." Now dressed, we rushed downstairs to the phone in the kitchen. I picked up the receiver. "Hello Jack? Yes. Right, it looks pretty. Eight inches, really? That's a lot of snow. Sledding? That sounds like fun, sure. But I don't have a sled. You do? Is it big enough? OK, then you can take us home afterwards? Great! We will see you soon." Joseph looked at me with curiosity. "Are we going sledding with Jack?" "That's what he said. Actually he was kind of mysterious about it. He didn't say where we are going, and he didn't say where he got a sled, but he said it would be fun." Joseph looked skeptical. "This may be one of those new experiences." In about 20 minutes Jack pulled up with Kevin in the cab and something large and round in the bed of the truck. "Ready?" He called when we came out to meet him. "Why not?" I answered, and we crowded into the truck with Kevin. The only way we could all fit in was for Kevin to sit on Joseph's lap. It worked. "What do you have in the back of the truck?" Joseph asked. "You'll see." Kevin giggled. "This is going to be cool." Jack evaded our questions and headed out Charles Page Boulevard towards Sand Springs. Once there he turned north and got off onto some narrow little farm roads. When he was more or less out in the boonies, he stopped and pulled the mystery article from the bed of the truck. It was a rusty old car hood. "A 1948 Chevy hood." He explained. "Help me hook it up." He pulled a large coil of hemp rope from the bed of the truck and coiled it out. One end went under the truck bumper and the other was secured to the inside of the old car hood which had been flipped upside down. "Climb in." He commanded, and got back in the truck. We shrugged and did as he ordered. He moved forward until he took up the slack in the rope and then shouted out the window. "Hang on!" We began to slide along the dirt road, bouncing over the ruts and slipping from side to side as he built up speed. All we could do was crouch down and try to stay inside, screaming like little girls. The road curved to the left and the makeshift sled bounced to the right, just managing to stay out of the ditch. As crazy as it seemed, Jack was actually being pretty careful and appeared to know what he was doing. He was right. It was a better ride than we could have imagined. We hung on to the sides of the car hood, and to each other, bouncing along at a fair rate of speed, shouting and laughing at the top of our voices. "You guys doing OK?" Jack called back, then slowed down and pulled into an open field. "Hold on!" He shouted again. We had no choice but to hang on for dear life and he began to drive in large circles, slinging the hood sideways, then straightened out and reversed to circle the other way. Kevin and I were laughing at the top of our voices. I looked at Joseph who was grinning broadly but with something of a worried look on his face. This was definitely a new experience for all of us. This went on for probably half and hour then jack slowed to a stop and got out of the truck to check on us. "What do you think guys?" He inquired. "Man, that was crazy!" I shouted breathlessly. Kevin was hoarse with screaming. "You OK Joseph?" I asked. Joseph was breathing hard and his face was very red. "Actually, I think this is the most exciting thing I have ever experienced." He gasped. "Can we go again?" "Alright!" Jack yelled and jumped back in the truck, lurching forward into another wide sliding turn while we roared with laughter. After another 20 minutes and Jack had us sliding in a wide circle. He changed directions and the sled slowed then started again with a hard jerk. Kevin and I hung on but Joseph was thrown out and lay very still, face down in the snow. Jack stopped suddenly and jumped out to see about him as did Kevin and I. Joseph rolled over on his back and wiped the snow from his face. "Joseph! Are you OK?" Jack asked. Joseph opened his eyes and looked around. "That was unexpected." He panted. "I think I am alright." "Did you hurt yourself?" I wanted to know. Joseph extended his arms and flexed his fingers. "Everything seems to be working. No damage done, but I think I may be ready to quit." Jack observed. "I think you guys are getting tired. I suspect that is about enough. What do you think?" Kevin and I admitted that we were about worn out. Joseph looked thoughtful and said. "I think I have had about all the excitement that I can stand for one time. That's enough for me." Jack laughed. "I thought so. You guys will be sore tomorrow. Help me load this beast back in the truck and we will call it a day." We untied and coiled the rope and the four of us hoisted the old car hood back into the truck bed. Jack slammed the tail gate shut and we all piled in again, me in the center and Joseph on the other side with Kevin on his lap. Off we went. We chattered and giggled all the back to Tulsa. Jack had proven himself our hero once again. Back at the apartment Jack parked his truck and we all stumbled in to warm up. Mom looked at us with surprise. "Where have you boys been? You look pretty rough." Kevin and I talked over each other trying to explain our 'sled' ride while Joseph collapsed on the sofa and looked weak. "You went sledding in a what?" Mom asked. "A 1948 Chevrolet car hood." Jack admitted. "It makes a pretty good sled, or toboggan, or whatever." Mom laughed. "Your father and I did that one time before we were married. It is dangerous but very exciting. Is everybody OK?" We looked at Joseph who said. "It was one of Nicky's new experiences. I will recover." He smiled. Kevin sat down next to Joseph and patted him on the shoulder. "Joseph is not used to our roughhousing, but he did great. You are a good sport." He told him. "Thank you." Joseph said. "You are good sports in putting up with me. I guess I am a bit of a wimp." We all denied his wimp status. "You are nothing but cool, Joseph. You are the coolest guy I know." I assured him. Joseph leaned his head back on the sofa. "Actually, I think I might like to stretch out on your bed, Nicky." "Sure thing. We are all pooped from Jack's adventure." I stood and gave Joseph a hand up from the sofa. "Thank you Nicky. At least Kevin got his bed back for one night." He said. Kevin laughed. "I slept on the sofa last night. I told you it was more comfortable than my bed." Jack excused himself, Kevin stretched out on the sofa and Joseph and I went into the bedroom and closed the door. He lay down on my bed and groaned. "Jack was right. I am going to be sore tomorrow. I found some muscles I didn't know I had." I sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "What hurts?" I asked. "My back and shoulders, arms, butt, everything basically." I pulled off his sweater and t-shirt. "Let me give you a back rub." I offered. "Oh yes." He murmured, and rolled over on his stomach and folded his arms under his chin as I began to rub his back and shoulders. I stroked his back and neck. Starting with his shoulders I kneaded his long arms, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. I sat astride his hips and pressed the heels of my hands on each side of his spine, rocking back and forth on the long muscles in his back, up to the top of his shoulders, then back down to his hips. Moving back to sit over the tops of his thighs, I pulled his sweatpants down to expose his bare ass and began to press down in long strokes over his butt and across his hips. "Oh Nicky. That is simply wonderful. You could charge for this service." "Maybe I can take it out in trade." I chuckled evilly. "Mmm, that might be a possibility." He agreed. "We do have some unfinished business." I bent over and kissed him in the center of his hips just above his butt crack. "All in good time." I continued to massage him as best as I knew how, and he began to purr like a cat. We were making music again. "Turn over." I told him and he rolled over on his back, exposing himself from just beneath his balls to the top of his head, with his arms loose at his sides. I kneaded his chest and his sides under his arms, up over his shoulders and down the front of his arms, feeling the long muscles and rolling them under my hands. It always amazed me to realize how strong he was within his lean frame. The massage was intended to relieve his soreness, but by its very nature it was sensual, and I felt myself getting hard as I stroked him. Looking down I saw that he was suffering from the same condition. His long circumcised penis was surrounded by straight black hair which also curled around the sides of his cock and sparsely covered his balls. His pubic hair tapered up in an inverted V and then trailed up to his navel in a narrow line. A treasure trail it was called. He would be hairier than I when he got older. Already there were a few fine hairs growing around his nipples and across the top of his chest. Joseph deprecated his own appearance, but I thought he was beautiful and I swelled with love for him. He was totally out of his element today on the makeshift sled, but was game to join us, and in his way, very brave. I brought the palms of my hands up his arms, kneading his forearms and biceps, up across his shoulders and down over his chest and stomach until they were gathered around his very erect cock. The most natural thing in the world was to bend over and take him into my mouth. He arched his back instinctively and thrust up slightly as I took all of him as deeply as I could, and cupped his loose balls in the palm of one hand while the other stroked his flat belly. He began to hum softly. The first time I tried to suck Joseph I gagged when I took him too deep. With careful practice I was now able to take him in my throat until my nose was firmly nestled into his pubic hair. He liked this, and moaned while I worked my tongue under his cock and sucked him in and out of my mouth, taking special care to nibble on the head at the top of the stroke. All the time I was caressing his balls and rubbing my hands over his chest, belly, and the insides of his thighs. It was not possible to find any place on his body where there was an ounce of fat. There was only tight skin and sinewy muscle. I loved his lean, tight body. It seemed that his long muscular torso was my special secret. I doubted that anyone else had seen him naked since he was an infant, and I felt like the sole possessor of his body. "Oh Nicky, Nicky." He whispered as I devoted myself to pleasuring him. His long fingers caressed my face and he moved his hips from side to side trying to gain as much movement inside my mouth as possible. He may have been tired and sore from our afternoon adventure but all of this was forgotten as he concentrated on the union of my mouth and his cock. It did not take long before I could feel him tense and approach his climax. I focused my lips and tongue on the top third of his penis while I held the rest of him tightly in my hand and stroked him rapidly. After less than a minute of this he groaned and panted. "I am cumming, oh Nicky, I am cumming." This was my cue not to withdraw, but to renew my efforts to run my tongue around the head of his dick as vigorously as I could. Sure enough he began to spew copious amounts of white semen into my mouth, some being swallowed and most dripping down his shaft onto my hand and his balls. He spasmed and jerked his hips while trying to muffle his cries of pleasure. I continued until he held my face still and gasped. "Oh stop, I can't stand any more. Hold still before you kill me." I pulled off and grinned at my lover. "How was that?" He seemed unable to speak but made high pitched wheezing noises. Finally he whispered. "That was amazing, inspired I should say." "How are your sore muscles?" I asked. "My what?" "You were complaining that you hurt all over." I reminded him. "Did that help?" He looked up at me and smiled. "My nervous system can only focus on so many things at once. I forgot about the soreness, I suppose." "We may have discovered a new medical pain treatment." I suggested. "Maybe you should share that discovery with your father, the doctor." Joseph laid his head back and laughed. "Let's just keep that our little secret, don't you think so, Nicky?" ......................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.