Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2013 13:13:36 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks ch 05

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      The final weeks of their semester had been eventful for both men. Randy's
lacrosse team was on a winning streak, and Tanner's classes were going well.
He had decided to attend the gay-straight alliance meetings on campus and
discovered they were not the meat market he'd feared, giving him the chance to
get to know some of the other LGBT students on campus. With all the activities
they were involved in Randy surprised Tanner when he walked in grinning like a
mad man, holding a lacrosse stick.

      "What're you doing?" asked Tanner.

      "One of the guys on the team got a new stick for his birthday. He gave me
the old one so you and I could play around together."

      "With me? Shit Randy, you know I don't know anything about lacrosse!"

      "It's easy! I'll show you how to hold the stick, and we can toss the ball
back and forth a few times."

      "I don't know. I've never even played baseball," said Tanner in near panic,
afraid he was going to look like an idiot.

      "It's nothing like baseball. Come on, let's try it."

      Tanner let out a sigh of resignation. "Ok, but don't be pissed if I don't get
it."

      "You'll pick it up. Don't worry."

      Tanner shrugged his shoulders and followed Randy down the stairs. They
spotted Fred and Jenny drinking iced tea on their patio as they raced down the
stairs. Randy waved and sprinted over to the couple. He carried on an animated
conversation that lasted mere seconds and then hurried back to Tanner.

      "Fred said we could practice in the backyard."

      The boys moved to the middle of the yard and Randy rapidly went through
some basics, then ran a few feet off and lifted his stick. "Here, I'll lob one into
you."

      With each ball missed or dropped the frustration level grew for both
Tanner and Randy. Randy was trying to explain a game he understood on an
instinctual level, and Tanner was becoming more and more frustrated with each
mistake. It was obvious that they were not having a good time when Fred
appeared at Tanner's side.

      "Maybe I can help a bit. I played a little lacrosse when I was a youngster,"
said Fred.

      The relief was evident on both Tanner and Randy's faces. Tanner smiled
at Fred as he stepped closer and began to make suggestions. First he positioned
one of Tanner's hands on the end of the stick, and the other midway up, pointing
out that it would be easier to catch the ball by choking up on the throat of the
stick. He then showed Tanner to hold the stick vertically in front of him. He
nodded at Randy, who lobed a ball to Tanner - and it flew into the pocket.

      "Holy crap! I actually caught it!" squealed Tanner.

      Fred chuckled and helped position Tanner's hands for the toss back, then
stepped back to watch. The first ball was far too short, but after a few more
adjustments and tosses, Tanner was getting the ball to Randy on almost every
throw. The pair spent the next hour practicing, with Fred helping. Eventually
though Jenny gathered up their tea glasses, waved to the players and motioned
Fred to come with her. Fred walked over to help, holding the door open as they
moved inside. Jenny sat the glasses in the sink and turned to Fred with a
conspiratorial look.

      "You could have told the boys you were the captain of the Cornell lacrosse
team," said Jenny with a chuckle.

      "Could have, but wouldn't do any good, nope not any. 'Sides, that's
ancient history, I'm an old fart, lacrosse is a game for young men."

      Jenny walked behind her husband and kissed his cheek. "Come on you
old leprechaun, it's time for bed."

      <><><><>

      The last weeks of the semester flew by for both boys. Randy had done
more research into what he needed to do to transfer to State and had found that
while his grades were not as high as Tanner's, he was still well above the
entrance requirements. Randy had sent for the admission packet, and fortunately
for his concentration it arrived after he'd finished his last final. Excited to have the
actual application, Randy had it spread across the table and was studying it as
he ate lunch. Engrossed in reading through the application, he wasn't aware of
Tanner climbing the stairs until the click of the door announced his arrival.
Popping the last bite of sandwich into his mouth, Randy turned to greet Tanner
as he walked into the apartment.

      He watched as Tanner dropped his backpack to the floor and pivoted
toward him, giving Randy a shy smile. "Don't look so innocent, I know you're
curious, and yes finals went fine. I think I have A's in all my classes, although the
botany class is on the edge. Not that I understand what a large animal vet needs
with botany."

      "Poisonous plants?" said Randy.

      "Oh shut up, you big ole' slut! I didn't want logic, I wanted sympathy!" said
Tanner with a chuckle.

      Randy looked over at Tanner and ground his ass against the chair, letting
out an exaggerated moan, "You haven't been very sympathetic to scratching my
itch."

      Tanner yanked the farm cap off his head and tossed it at Randy with a
laugh, "I know you aren't complaining. I know you're smarter than that!"

      Randy broke out in laughter, "Nope, not bitching at all. Just say'n that
anytime . . ." Randy wiggled his eyebrows at Tanner.

      "Oh hell, I've created a monster that's addicted to sex!" said Tanner with a
laugh. "But I'm afraid I have bad news in that area, I have to go home next week
to help put up the first cutting of hay. But I can come back and help you get ready
to leave."

      "I'll just go with you. I like your parents," said Randy.

      Tanner breathed out a sigh of relief. "I'd like that, but you know . . ."

      "I know, I know. No hankie pankie while we're at your parent's house. But
you know that means I'll be extra horny by the time we come back," said Randy
with a cartoon leer.

      "I think I can take care of that," said Tanner with a chuckle. "But I'm
suppose to be there tomorrow, so we need to get packed. We'll be there most of
the week."

      "No problem," said Randy as Tanner turned to lay out what he needed.
After a few minutes, he realized that Randy was standing in the middle of the
apartment looking at him with a single piece of cloth in his hand.

      "What the hell is that?"

      "My clothes for the week!" said Randy. As he watched Randy open the
fragment of material, Tanner realized it was one of the jockstraps that looked like
a pair of briefs with the ass cut out. He suddenly remembered he'd mentioned to
Randy that he thought they were hot, and now Randy was holding a fire engine
red pair.

      "Oh crap, you can't-"

      Randy broke down laughing and tossed the jock to the bed. Walking over
he wrapped his arms around Tanner and pulled them together, giving him a
passionate kiss.

      "Oh . . . you are so easy."

      Tanner chuckled and kissed Randy back. "Probably, but get busy and
pack!"

      <><><><>

      Tanner wiped his arm across his face, clearing the flood of sweat for a few
seconds. He couldn't believe his easy week of hauling hay with Randy had
turned into an endurance trek through hell. It was one of those May weeks that
are a harbinger of the summer to be, which translated into spending the last few
100 degree plus days throwing 60-pound bales into an oven-like hay barn.

      Standing for a few minutes on the bale wagon, he watched Randy working
at the other end of the bed as they stacked bales. The heat had driven them to
shed their shirts hours ago, and Tanner had a fantastic view of his boyfriend as
the fierce sun glistened off his muscular torso. He drifted in speculation as he
tried to think of a way for them to get some time together, and he was still mulling
over ideas when a bale fell from the lift and plowed into his side, almost throwing
him off the wagon.

      "Pay attention, Tanner!" yelled Jo.

      He glared at the back of his sister's head, knowing she was laughing at his
expense. He also glowered in the direction of the ranch house, and his father. He
sometimes wished they had the latest equipment. It would make life so much
easier. Deep down he understood that part of the reason his family had managed
to not just survive, but thrive, was a history of making the most out of whatever
they had. Still it was frustrating to see the ranch next-door finish in half the time
because they had new machinery. But as his dad had pointed out numerous
times, the owner of that ranch was a doctor, the ranch just a hobby, so they didn't
need to make money.

      When a second bale rammed into Tanner, he heard laughter coming from
both Jo and Randy. Without acknowledging either of them, he refocused on the
work at hand, throwing bales high onto the stack. After tossing several bales, he
calmed down, knowing that if it had happened to Randy or Jo he would have
laughed too. They were nearly finished anyway, and it would be after sundown
before any more hay could be baled.

      After the last bale was loaded, Jo drove them to the hay barn. The wagon
wasn't moving fast, but it was still enough for a light breeze that caused the scent
of Randy's sweaty body to surround Tanner as they stood side by side. Tanner
looked at his lover and smiled, again enjoying the sight of his bare torso
decorated with scattered pieces of hay. The vision of Randy's chest fueled an
intricate fantasy, until they lurched to a stop. Concentrating on the job at hand,
the three of them soon had the last bale stored.

      Exhausted and over-heated, the two young men walked to the house and
washed up, using the garden hose to wash the dirt and hay from their torsos. The
additional cooling effect of the cold well water was a welcome benefit. After
wiping water from their skin, they hurried to Tanner's room, found clean t-shirts
and were tugging them on as they raced to the table. They sat down just as
Tanner's mom began putting the meal on the table.

      "This looks delicious, Mrs. Carson," said Randy as he started shoveling
food onto his plate.

      "Please Randy, just call me Mary," she said, "Besides, I always heard
hunger was the best spice for any dish."

      Randy chuckled, piling his plate high with barbecued ribs and salad fresh
from the family garden. Jo and Tanner's father were not too far behind. The small
group dug into the deliciously prepared food. Reducing what had looked like an
enormous amount of food to a few odds and ends. Tanner drained his glass of
ice tea and then turned to his father.

      "Dad, do you need us for anything this afternoon? I thought I'd take Randy
over to Turner Falls, and we could swim."

      Mark Carson shook his head, "No, I don't need you. It's going to be too dry
to put up hay. But Turner Falls is just a wore-out tourist trap, why go there?"

      "It was fun when I was a kid, it just seemed like it would be a good place to
cool off."

      "No, you're thinking of Sulphur Springs. It's a national park now. Ya'll
should go there." Mark chuckled, "That water'll cool your jets."

      Randy gave Tanner a questioning look. Tanner explained, "It's fed by a
huge spring, and the water really cold."

      "That sounds good to me!" said Randy with a smile.

      "Ok then, let's head to Sulphur," said Tanner.

      "Hey, I wanna go!" said Jo. Tanner's mother piped up too, "I wouldn't mind
tagging along either. I could pickup a few things in town."

      Tanner sighed inwardly, his plans for some alone time with Randy
squashed. A swim in the bracingly cold water would still be a good thing though,
so the trip wasn't a total bust.

      The three younger travelers rushed to change to their swimsuits while
Mary made a list of things she needed in town. The resulting trip was fun, even if
it wasn't exactly what Tanner had envisioned. He'd talked Randy into diving into
the swimming hole first, giving he and Jo uproarious entertainment. They
laughed at his cold-water induced scream until they were gasping for air.

      An afternoon of swimming had left them ready to finish the work as
darkness, and cooler hours, descended on them. By the time the last bale of hay
was in the barn, they were all too tired for anything other than falling into bed.
This was their last day on the ranch, tomorrow it was back to the university where
the pair would pack Randy's pickup for his drive to Maryland.

      <><><><>

      Randy and Tanner barely contained themselves as they made the trip
back to their apartment. They had both been flirting with the other, and as a
result they arrived desperately in need of release. Grabbing their bags, they burst
through the apartment door and tossed them into the corner. The instant the door
shut behind them, Randy had Tanner pinned against the wall, kissing him hard.
The week of abstinence had left them both horny as only men in their sexual
peak can be. Tanner's aggression was no less as he grabbed Randy's ass and
squeezed it tight in his work-strengthened hands. The slick fabric of Randy's
basketball shorts shifted under Tanner's hands revealing that Randy was not
wearing anything under them. He groaned at the discovery and ripped the shorts
off his handsome lovers body.

      Without a pause, Randy peeled off Tanner's shirt and launched it
randomly into the air. His focus was on his handsome boyfriend, and nothing else.
Dropping to his knees, Randy grabbed Tanner's denim covered ass, leaned in
and pressed his face against his crotch. The smell of Tanner and sweat was
overwhelming. Randy loved the scent of his man; it seemed to supercharge his
system, making his already hard cock throb with anticipation. Randy began
chewing on the bulge that snaked across the front of Tanner's jeans, feeling his
levels of passion ratchet up as the tube of flesh shifted under his assault.

      Lifting his face, Randy unbuttoned the jeans in front of him and slid down
the zipper. To Randy's surprise, and pleasure, he could see Tanner's wiry bush
as it peeked from the opening. Grinning he looked up at Tanner.

      "Commando?"

      Tanner leaned down and kissed Randy and then stood with his hips
pressed slightly toward Randy. "Yeah commando. You aren't the only one who's
horny as hell after the last week."

      "Hell yes!"

      Randy yanked down Tanner's jeans, freeing his cock from the confines of
the denim. Taking it in his hand, Randy started teasing it with long strokes, his
hand twisting each time he reached the head. In short order, he had Tanner
groaning with abandon. Knowing this wasn't where he wanted this to end, he let
his hand drift off his lover's throbbing cock.  Standing, he kissed Tanner hard,
and then carried him to their bed. Randy was enjoying the moment as he carried
Tanner's nude body to their bed. A wave of sexual electricity surged through him,
his body suddenly weakening. Randy chuckled when he almost immediately
realized that the source of his kryptonite was Tanner teasing his nipples.

      "You almost got dropped," said Randy, panting heavily.

      Tanner gave a lusty chuckle, "I'd have survived."

      Randy grinned and tossed Tanner onto the bed. Reaching down he ripped
off Tanner's boots, pressing each one against his face and breathing in the
intoxicating scent. He paused to enjoy the sight of his muscular boyfriend, the
reddish undertones of his chestnut hair catching the sunlight, creating a golden
aura. A broad expanse of hair spread across his pectoral muscles, narrowing to
only a few inches wide before plunging down his stomach. From there it spread
around his navel before coalescing in a dark treasure trail that dove downward.
The amble hair covering his legs joined it at his groin to create a masculine nest
for his rock hard cock, with its crimson, plum head. Randy knew Tanner was the
most handsome man he'd ever seen.

      "Hello! Are you going to sketch me or something? Earth to Randy," said
Tanner with a smirk.

      A broad grin exploded across Randy's face. He stripped quickly, jumping
on the bed beside Tanner, and wrapped his arms around his lover. Their lips
pressed together as their hands explored and tantalized, letting the ardor of the
moment drive their lovemaking. Their bare skin rubbed together, igniting jolts of
lust across their systems. A clear coating covered their rigid cocks as precum
dribbled from their piss slits. The fever pitch of their frottage was bringing them
closer and closer to their much-needed release.

      Pulling back, Randy panted, his cock drooling a steady stream, marking
his heightened state of lust. Recognizing how close his orgasm was, he
desperately tried to slow his race to a pinnacle. Looking at Tanner, who seemed
to be equally close, Randy smiled and caressed his face.

      "I want you inside me. I want your week's worth of jizz filling my ass."

      "Oh shit. Yeah, that sounds fucking hot," said Tanner, his speech slurred
with desire.

      Randy stretched across the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube they kept on
the nightstand, and handed it to Tanner. "Get me ready, baby. I'm so fucking
horny I'd let you just dry fuck me, but I think that might make the next couple of
days of driving pretty miserable."

      "On your belly, boy!" said Tanner with a chuckle.

      Randy pushed up the bed, twisting as he came down to offer his bubble
butt like a gourmet dinner. Tanner grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them
under Randy's pelvis, lifting his ass until it was deliciously protruding. Tanner
reached over and started to dribble lube down Randy's ass crack, but stopped.
Sticking the bottle in Randy's hand, he jumped off the bed and raced to the
bathroom. In a heartbeat, he was back carrying two large towels. Kneeling
behind Randy he slapped his lover's ass and then pushed him forward.

      "Raise up a second."

      Randy followed instructions without question, his hard cock overwhelming
any desire for discussion he might have had. He felt the terry cloth slide under
him, covering the pillow. He gave Tanner a questioning look and got a smirk in
return.

      "There's going to be a lot of juice down there pretty soon, and I don't want
a cum soaked pillow," said Tanner with a chuckle.

      Randy started laughing, wiggled his ass in the air and enjoyed the feeling
of the towel under his aching cock. His laughter became a groan as he felt a well-
lubed finger invade his hole. Tanner smiled at Randy's response, slipped the
finger of his other hand into his butt alongside the first and started stretching
Randy's ass. Tanner's fingers slid through the saturated hair, teasing Randy
unmercifully as he plunged his fingers inside his man's hot ass.

      Randy was soon gasping for air as Tanner rammed both fingers inside his
lover. Randy's body was a tangle of taut nerves that Tanner was playing like a
harp. Seeing that Randy was more than ready, Tanner grabbed his hips in a
vice-like grip with his fingers. Tanner let his rigid cock rub up and down Randy's
dripping ass crack. Soon he was pushing his cockhead into Randy's pucker with
each pass, Randy's body flushed with sexual excitement as Tanner extended the
foreplay. Randy looked back with a storm of passion showing across his face.

      "Fuck. Me," Randy gasped out.

      Tanner pressed forward, shoving his cock deep inside Randy with one
long push, his lust overwhelming any concerns he had for his lover. As he
reached bottom he paused, then began to gyrate his hips, pressing hard against
Randy's bubble butt. With a sudden change of tactic, Tanner pulled almost out,
and then shoved his raging cock hard into Randy's receptive ass. His passion
overwhelmed everything else as he used his cock as a pile driver, fucking Randy
with abandon. Soon the room was awash in the sound of slapping flesh and
grunting men as the two of them rushed to meet the cravings that had built over
the past week. With his fingers griping Randy's hips, Tanner unleashed his
needs. His lovemaking shifted to meet their animalistic desires. Tanner felt his
balls tighten against his shaft, his nipples hard and aching, as he rushed toward
a mind-blowing culmination.

      Randy's ass locked around Tanner's cock, his body wracked with his
orgasm. As he forced his way back through the wall of muscle, the sounds of his
man's pleasure were the final straw, forcing Tanner over the edge and into his
own climax.

      Burying himself deep in Randy, the ropes of cum exploded from his
throbbing cock. Tanner's week worth of seed filled Randy's ass, flooding him with
youthful cream. Their bodies locked together as wave after wave of desire
washed over them. Their needs crested, long moments passing before it began
to recede.

      The two of them collapsed onto the bed, panting from the intensity of their
lovemaking. Tanner kissed the back of Randy's neck, enjoying the slightly salty
taste of his lover as he rested on top of him. Randy rolled until the pair were face
to face, and kissed Tanner with gentle care.

      "That, my wonderful lover, was mind blowing," said Randy as he drifted
back to earth.

      "Oh shit, I love fucking you. It's always incredible!" said Tanner with a
sideways grin.

      Randy reached down between them, causing Tanner to gasp when he
squeezed his still plump cock. Milking it with teasing strokes, he could feel the
blood return to the growing organ.

      "Ready for round two?" asked Randy, grinding his ass against the bed at
the thoughts of Tanner again inside him.

      Tanner leaned forward and raked his teeth down Randy neck and then
kissed him passionately. "Hell yes I'm ready!"

      <><><><>

      Tanner was feeling more than a little lovelorn as he stared at the
handsome face on the screen in front of him. They had been Skyping each other
for the past two months, and he was getting tired of it. He desperately wanted to
hold Randy in his arms and kiss him passionately. By now he wanted to take
Randy, pin him on the floor and take his ass. Afterwards, they could cuddle and
hold each other, once he'd worked out some of his sexual aggression. The scene
he was looking at on the computer screen didn't help his growing frustration at all.

      Randy had got up from his desk and was rummaging through a box
beside his bed. Somehow he'd managed to have his ass in the air facing Tanner,
and his shorts had slid down to reveal that he wasn't wearing underwear. The top
of his tight, furry ass was staring Tanner in the face. He swallowed hard, and
then cleared his throat. Randy twisted around with a questioning look.

      "Nice ass, babe. Been work'n out?"

      Randy chuckled and shook his butt toward Tanner. "Actually I have, glad
you noticed," said Randy with a smirk.

      Tanner licked his lips as he watched Randy's shorts slide lower with each
movement. Just as he thought he was going to get a free shot, Randy pulled
them up. Randy shot him a smile as he turned back to the camera and dropped
into his chair with a grunt.

      "So, did you get the package I sent you?" said Randy.

      "Oh! Yeah, I forgot. It came today," said Tanner, and then he chuckled. "I
don't think you needed to mark it as sample exams to keep everyone from
opening it."

      Randy laughed and winked at Tanner. "Oh, I think the thought of holding
an exam makes most people break out in hives."

      "You want me to open it?" said Tanner with one eyebrow lifted.

      "Yeah, but close your door first," said Randy with a smirk.

      Tanner gave his lover a questioning look, and then closed his door. As he
settled back into the chair he shook the small box, knowing this had to be some
sex toy Randy had found.

      "Well open it, dork!" said Randy with a chuckle.

      Tanner pulled out his pocketknife and began cutting open the package,
even though Randy let out a dramatic groan when he saw the knife come out. In
spite of Randy's fear that he would agonize over opening the package, with a few
flicks of his wrist Tanner had it laying open in front of him. He gave Randy a
condescending look and then stared at the content of the box.

      "You're a perv, you know that don't you?" said Tanner with a chuckle.

      "Me! Who's the one with the obsession over my ass?"

      Tanner reached in and pulled out a plastic bubble pack and showed it to
Randy. "Purple? You had to send a purple dildo?"

      Randy started cracking up, holding his stomach while a multitude of
emotions flicked across Tanner's face. After a few moments, he reached back
and pulled out its identical twin.

      "I thought it might be fun to play with them. It'll be hot to see you dicking
yourself with it," said Randy with a smirk.

      "You're crazy! What if my mom had opened this damn thing?"

      "Calm down, I didn't put a return address. You had plausible deniability."

      Tanner began to laugh. "Fancy term for someone holding a purple dick!"

      "Speaking of, whatcha think?"

      Tanner chuckled and shook his head at his lover. "You're crazy, my
parents come in here all the time. I don't want to be ass toward a computer
screen with a purple dildo up my butt!"

      "Ok, ok, not tonight. So when are you going to have some alone time? I
really want to play with these together." Randy winked at Tanner. "Mine is still in
virgin condition."

      Tanner rolled his eyes as his lips twitched with a smile. Looking back at
his lover he began, "Not in the next few days, I think next week they're taking Jo
shopping for clothes at the outlet mall in Texas. So they'll be gone all afternoon."

      "Ok, then it's a date. Next week. Just let me know when you find out for
sure."

      "Ok," said Tanner, starting to become a little concerned about the whole
thing. But he decided it might be fun to try, and no one would know. He hid the
toy in his room and hurried back to his conversation with Randy, who kept
playing with his dildo until Tanner forced him to put it up. Afterward, they spent
their typical handful of hours talking about everything happening in their lives until
the late hour forced them to say their goodnights. Once they cut their
connections, they went to bed missing each other deeply and knowing they didn't
want any more summers apart.

      <><><><>

      "What're you doing?" said Jo.

      "Sorry. I'm zoning I guess. Sorry," said Tanner.

      "You gotta pull it together, big brother. I know you miss Randy, but Mom
and Dad aren't stupid, they are going to recognize the puppy dog face."

      "I know, I know. It's just been a long summer. I really miss him."

      Jo stepped closer and paused as she tried to decide how to ask. After
they stood for an uncomfortably long time without speaking, she shook her head
and let out a sigh. "There's just no other way to ask, so . . . when are you going
to tell the rents?"

      Tanner chuckled for a moment and then nodded in acknowledgment of his
sister's serious question. "After Randy comes back. He wants to be with me."

      "You're going to do it together? Wow, that could make for some
spectacular fireworks," said Jo. Her face twisted as she considered Tanner's
answer. "Have you thought about calling Uncle Rob?"

      "I did. I have. Yeah, I thought about it. I don't know. He might not even
know we are alive."

      "It's worth a try. See what Randy thinks. Maybe Rob can tell you what
happened with him. Give you some idea how Dad will act when you tell him."

      "Yeah, ok. I'll talk to Randy and see what he says," said Tanner in
resignation.

      <><><><>

      As the phone began to ring Tanner screwed up his courage. He and
Randy had discussed the idea of calling his uncle and seeing if he had any
suggestions that would help his coming out. Neither of them wanted to open old
wounds for Rob, but hoped he might be of some help. They'd agreed it could go
badly, but hoped that it wouldn't. It had taken a lot of effort to find his uncle's
phone number, they had thought he lived in Seattle but it was actually Lynnwood.
But they did locate it and now events were set into motion. Tanner listened to the
phone ring a fifth time, and started to hang up, when he heard someone answer
the phone.

      "Hello," said a deep voice.

      "Yes, could I speak with Robert Carson?"

      "Who is this?"

      "His nephew . . ."

      There was silence on the other end of the phone for several heart
wrenching moments. Tanner was starting to fidget when he heard, "Hang on, let
me get him."

      Tanner sat on the floor, his legs too weak to hold him. What had he been
thinking? He'd never met this man, whom his family had disowned almost a
quarter century ago. There was no way this conversation could go well, he was
sure his uncle would blast him for what had been done. Tanner started to panic
and was about to hang up when he heard a vaguely familiar voice.

      "Hello? Tanner?"

      Tanner swallow hard, and nodded, then realized that his uncle couldn't
see him. "Yes, it's Tanner."

      "Is everything ok? Are your mom and dad alright?"

      "Yes, sir. Everyone's okay."

      There was a long awkward pause. Tanner swallowed hard, realizing it was
up to him.

      "Uncle Rob, I have a problem, and I was hoping you could help."

      Tanner could hear the trepidation in Rob's voice when he spoke. "Ok,
what's up, Tanner. It must be serious, or you wouldn't be calling me. I seem to
remember your grandfather referring to me as Satan's spawn."

      "Yes, sir. I know I probably shouldn't be bothering you. Maybe this was a
mistake. I'll let you go." Then he heard another voice on the line and realized it
was the person who'd answered the phone.

      "Rob, shut up and don't hassle the boy. It's important, or he wouldn't have
called."

      Rob chuckled for the first time. "Get off the extension, Ian."

      "Nope! I've been telling you for years to give your brother another chance.
Our wedding is coming soon, and I think this might be your chance. So I'll just be
a good little boy and listen."

      "Asshole," growled Rob.

      "Yup, that's the only way to get through your thick Okie skull."

      Tanner heard a long sigh, and felt much better with his uncle's partner on
his side.

      "What do you need, Tanner? Sorry, Ian's right. I have a lot of baggage
about my family, and none of it's your fault. You were in diapers the last time I
saw you."

      "Yes, sir. Well here's the deal. I'm gay, and my boyfriend and I are in love.
I'm going to tell my parents as soon as Randy comes back from summer break.
But we thought you might have some suggestions," said Tanner quickly.

      His disclosure was met with utter silence. The seconds ticked by, until
Tanner heard Ian begin to laugh. Soon he heard the phone hit the floor, but you
could still hear his raucous laughter. After a few seconds, Tanner heard, "Hang
on Tanner. My husband's apparently lost it."

      Soon Rob was back, and there was a relaxed note to his voice. "Tanner,
I'm flattered that you called. As you can tell from Ian's response, this wasn't
something I'd ever expected. So tell me about your boyfriend, and maybe I can
help you avoid the debacle that was my coming out to your grandparents."

      Tanner took a deep breath and plunged into his story. He started with their
meeting in the dorms, their mutual coming out to each other and how after a
while they had fallen in love. He shared the highlights of their life together for the
past two years and then told about the camping trip and how he had come to
realize that he needed to live his life, and it might be without his dad.

      "Well, first I don't think Mark's nearly as freaky about religion as Dad was,
so that will help you. But let me get Ian back on the phone, he teaches
psychology at the university. He might have some good ideas too."

      Tanner spent the next hour enjoying a helpful conversation with his uncles.
They both shared parts of their lives together, and by the time they said their
good byes, Tanner had a lot of suggestions to help with his coming out, and an
invitation for he and Randy to attend their wedding in late fall.

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      "Yes, that's what he said. And yes, I'm sure you're invited to the wedding
too," said Tanner as he told Randy about the talk with his uncle. He had spend
the last few days thinking about the suggestions they'd gotten, and had decided
most of them were good ideas, not all, but most. He and Randy had been talking
about it since they'd started Skyping that evening and he thought they had
covered just about everything.

      Randy had noticed from the time Tanner appeared on his screen that he
was not wearing his typical t-shirt, jeans and boots, but was in a sleeveless shirt
and a loose pair of gym shorts. The combination made him look like any gay
boy's wet dream so far as Randy was concerned, and he hoped it meant they
were going to play. Randy hadn't masturbated since last week hoping they'd
share some cyber-sex while Tanner's family was out shopping.

      Tanner caught Randy's eye and grinned at him with a certain amount of
deviltry in his gaze. Randy chuckled and blew a kiss at his lover and then waited.
Tanner reached under his bed and pulled out a box. Knocking off the lid, he
pulled out the small purple dildo that Randy had sent him.

      "Woohoo! Fun night for us!" said Randy with enthusiasm.

      Tanner chuckled and waved the small toy in Randy's direction. "So
whatda you think, lover. You want to watch me with this thing?"

      "Oh hell yes! Show me what you can do, babe!"

      Tanner had been planning all week, thinking how to make it as erotic as
possible. He'd seen his share of gay porn on-line, some of it awful, but he'd got
some ideas. He thought Randy might like the whole jock look so he'd bought the
shirt and shorts, both as revealing as possible. He started to move, getting into
his role as seducer. Taking the dildo, he ran it over his lips, his tongue flicking out
onto it. He ran his hands under his shirt and started rubbing his nipples, letting
out a low moan as he let the tip of the dildo slip into his mouth.

      "Oh fuck, babe. You look so damn hot!" said Randy surrendering himself
to the scene before him.

      Tanner pulled off the shirt, letting it slide to the floor as he ran the wet
plastic cock over his hard nipples. His gasps and whimpers filled the air as he
surrendered himself to the spectacle he was creating. He locked eyes with
Randy, seeing that he was sitting frozen in place watching Tanner.

      "Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see your hot chest. Play with your
nipples for me."

      Randy obeyed; pulling his shirt over his head then running his hands over
his bare chest. He watched as Tanner started squeezing his hard cock through
his shorts. Randy began to pant from the building desire. Tanner slid his hand
into the top of his shorts and began stroking his cock. He had let out a sigh as his
hand first touched it, and then he started stroking as he watched his boyfriend.

      "Strip for me, baby. I want to see that hard ass of yours," said Tanner.

      Randy smiled and stood, the camera overwhelmed by his crotch. Tanner
watched, licking his lips as he watched Randy's strong hands unbutton his cargo
shorts, and then slide them off. Tanner chuckled as Randy's cock flexed against
his compression shorts, the bulge of his cock dominating the view. Randy
stroked his fingertips down it a few times, the wet spot marking his cockhead
growing in size. After a few minutes, Randy's hands slid up again, peeling his
shorts off and freeing his hard cock. He sat back on the bed, his legs spread
while he fondled his balls and cock.

      "Your turn, babe. Show me that fat cock of yours," said Randy.

      Tanner smiled and followed Randy's example, standing so his crotch filled
the view. Reaching up he began pulling down his shorts, revealing more and
denser hair as his pubes came into view. Once he reached the base of his cock,
he swayed for a few seconds, letting his cock jump inside his shorts. Then
Tanner hooked his fingers around his shorts and yanked them down. His cock
flew out, almost hitting the screen as it arched upward. Tanner moved backward,
stroking his cock as he watched Randy.

      Randy grabbed the bottle of lube he had tossed on the bed before they
started tonight. Squeezing out a large glob, he reached down and smeared it
over his crack, covering himself with lube. Tanner moaned with lust as he
watched Randy sink two fingers into his ass and start fucking himself.

      "Damn! That's so fuck'n hot!" said Tanner breathlessly.

      "Show me, babe. I wanna see you finger that tight hole." Randy said with a
moan.

      Tanner slathered lube over his ass, rubbing his finger over his wet pucker
until his breath was coming in gasps. Need possessed him as he slid one finger
deep inside his ass. As it disappeared in his gut, he looked at Randy with a lusty
smile.

      "Is that what you wanted to see? You wanna fuck my cowboy ass?"

      Randy had slid in a third finger, moving faster as he fucked his ass. "God
yes, you're so fucking hot. Finger that virgin hole for me, babe. I'm gonna pound
that fucking ass."

      Tanner slipped in a second finger, gasping as his hole stretched wider, a
lance of pain shooting through him. With care he worked in more lube, and soon
had two fingers buried deep in his gut. His cock was aching and hard, precum
belching out with each thrust. He locked eyes with Randy, seeing his lover's
flushed body as he drilled his ass with his thick fingers. Tanner touched the tip of
his cock, pulling off strings of precum as he eased his fingers into himself.

      Randy could feel his balls tight against his shaft, knowing he couldn't take
much more without losing his load. He snatched up the purple toy and covered it
with gel. He grinned and pulled his legs up, rubbed the dildo over his hole, and
then rammed it deep into his gut. As the last of the rubber dick slid inside him,
Randy felt it scrape over his prostate and his body shuddered.

      "Fuck! That feels so good. Fuck, Tanner. Do it, put it in."

      Tanner licked his lips, his ass opening and the pain diminished. Deciding
he was loose enough for the small toy, he let his fingers slide out and then
slathered a thick coat of lube over the plastic. Rolling to his side, Tanner pulled
his top leg against his chest, teasing his hole as he worked to insert the toy. He
eased it in, pushing deeper with each thrust, his inner gateway slowly, ever so
slowly, letting the intruder through. After a few moments of resistance, Tanner felt
the head slide through, and he gasped at the surge of pain.

      "Breath babe, push out a little. It'll pass in a minute," said Randy in a
gentle voice, already working the toy in and out of his own ass as he watched his
future husband pleasure himself.

      The pain subsided for Tanner, and he pushed in further. The sensations
were indescribable, the small plastic dick slipping deeper inside him. He paused
frequently, giving himself time to adjust until he could feel its base press against
his ass cheeks. His ass pulsed, clamping around the shaft, sending jolts through
him as the pleasure began to build. He looked at the screen, watching as Randy
fucked himself with the toy, his body trembling and shaking with building passion
as they moved closer to climax.

      "Damn, you look so fuck'n hot," said Randy, starting to pound his ass with
the toy.

      Tanner became lost in the feelings, and the sight of Randy fucking himself
hard. He grabbed his dripping cock and started pounding it while he rammed the
purple intruder over and over into his gut. The feelings of orgasm overwhelmed
him as ropes of cum started shooting from his cock, the first jets hitting him in the
face and then a fountain of cum covering his torso. With a final gasp, he
collapsed against his bed, the toy trapped inside him by the massive contractions
of his body. Panting, he looked at the screen in time to see Randy's cock explode,
pouring cum over his hairy stomach.

      The rooms were filled with gasps for air as both men drifted. The pair
basked in the wonderful feelings, which also served to underscore their need to
be together. Randy ran his hands over his chest, smearing the load of cum. He
snapped out of his daze in time to see the dildo slither from Tanner's butt and hit
the floor.

      "You look kinda hot and slutty, babe," said Randy with a chuckle.
Reaching down he pulled the dildo from his ass, enjoying the sensation as it
popped out. Looked back he saw that Tanner was chuckling.

      "Yeah, I'm not the only slut here."

      The two lay in their beds, their hands trailing over their chests and pelvis,
enjoying the afterglow of their cybersex, long distance pillow talk causing both of
them to giggle. As they were relaxing with each other, Tanner's phone began to
buzz.

      Picking it up, Tanner scanned the incoming text message. "Fuck! They're
almost home!"

      Randy started laughing as he continued to finger his satisfied hole. Tanner
was frantically putting away everything. In the midst of the flurry of activity, he
turned and flashed Randy a smile. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, you bad man! Love
you!"

      "Love you!" replied Randy. The screen blinked close and Randy lay feeling
especially relaxed. He slipped his finger in a little further, feeling a stirring as his
cock started to inflate.

      Knocking filled the room. "Hey, Randy! You there?"

      Randy panicked at the sound of his dad's voice, and clothes and toys
began to fly.

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      Tanner wiped his nervous hands on his jeans for the hundredth time since
they had started the trip. They were getting close to Tanner's parents house, and
the culmination of the critical decision to tell his family they were a couple.
Tanner's family did not have an illustrious history for supporting gay family
members, but he'd gotten a lot of advice from his Uncle Rob and Ian, Rob's
husband. They both thought Tanner's dad would take it better than his
grandfather had, which had resulted in Rob being disowned.

      At Ian's suggestion, they had worked through every scenario they could
think of, and how that would make them feel. From a full meltdown with
screaming and crying, to complete and utter acceptance, they had spent hours
and hours preparing Tanner mentally for whatever happened. Regardless they
knew it was going to be a difficult conversation. Tanner had reached the decision
during their trip last spring break that he needed to be out to his family, and if his
parents couldn't deal with that then they weren't the people he thought they were.

      By the time Randy arrived from Maryland, Tanner had managed to work
himself into a fine set of nerves. He had been eager to see his love again, but the
thought of talking with his parents left him nauseous the majority of the time.
Mostly he just wanted Randy to hold him and reassure him that everything would
be okay. After he had arrived, Randy accommodated him for several days, but
realized coddling Tanner wasn't helping.

      They had talked about it and decided the best thing they could do was talk
with his parents now. Whatever happened, another week of waiting wasn't going
to make it better, and once it was done maybe Tanner could go back to being a
functional adult.

      So, armed with the knowledge from Tanner's sister that both parents were
home, they started out just after daybreak for the trip south. Jo knew what they
were planning too, and was going to try and help, but Tanner had made it clear
that she shouldn't get in the middle of things if their parents didn't take his news
well.

      Tanner felt the pickup roll to a stop in front of his parent's house. He
couldn't help but think this might be the last time he ever saw the ranch where he
had grown up.

      Randy reached over and patted Tanner's leg. "It'll be fine. Wait and see.
Your parents will understand."

      "I hope you're right," said Tanner with a sigh. "Come on, let's get this over
with."

      Randy watched Tanner jump out of the pickup and then scrambled to
follow him. As they entered the front door, they could hear Tanner's parents in
the kitchen. Tanner was getting flushed as the stress of the moment began to
overwhelm him. As he walked into the kitchen, his parents turned and gave them
a look of concern and curiosity as they came in.

      "Tanner? What's wrong, why are you home?" said Mary, his mother.

      "Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you. We need to talk to you."

      "Alright son, go ahead," said Tanner's dad, Mark.

      Randy stayed close to Tanner, for support, but was resolved to stay quiet
if possible.

      Tanner tried to start, and words didn't come out. Swallowing hard, he tried
again. "Mom, Dad, I need to tell you. You love me don't you? You'd always love
me won't you?"

      Mark lowered his cup of coffee, it's contact with the countertop sounding
like a hammer on an anvil in the silent void the kitchen had become. "Of course,
son. What's up? Why are you so upset?"

      Jo walked in as Tanner tried again to explain, "I didn't choose, it's not a
choice. I've always known, but now, with Randy, it's important that you
understand."

      Mary slowly wiped her hands with the dishtowel that was thrown over her
shoulder. Her face was an unreadable mask when she turned to Tanner. "Just
tell us, Tanner. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."

      Tanner became more rattled with each passing second, his ideas and
carefully practiced speech forgotten. "It did with Uncle Rob, now you don't talk. I
don't want that to happen, but we're in love, and I can't live half a life. I just
can't..." Tanner gasped for air, feeling like the room was suddenly extremely
close, and he couldn't continue. As his knees weakened, he felt a hand gently
press across his lower back. Glancing back, he saw Randy nod at him, lending
him strength. He also saw his sister's face and got a shy wink from her. His
strength returned, outweighing the fears and worries. Taking a deep breath, he
turned to his parents.

      "I'm gay, and Randy and I are in love," he said with crystal clarity.

      Tanner watched his parents, no clues as to their thoughts showed on their
faces. He felt Jo move closer to him, subtly showing her support. The minutes
passed as both parents stood silent, unmoving, without comprehension or
emotion showing from them. Finally, his father lifted the coffee cup to his lips and
drained the cup. Setting it back down, he looked at Tanner.

      "You talked to Rob?"

      "Yes sir. We thought he might have some suggestions on how to handle
this. I didn't want it to end up like when he came out."

      "Might have helped if Dad hadn't found out by catching him and the
neighbor kid in the barn."

      Tanner looked at his father, his mouth opening and closing until he
snapped his lips shut. This wasn't going bad, but he wasn't sure how it was going.
He heard his mother clear her throat. When he looked at her, she was looking at
him and Randy.

      "You two love each other?"

      "Yes, ma'am."

      "You're ready to support each other through a life that's going to be more
difficult just because you're gay?"

      "Yes, ma'am. We know life is going to be harder. We've already seen
some of it."

      She locked eyes with Randy. "If you hurt my son, you'll have to deal with
me, young man!"

      Randy smiled at Mary and nodded. "Yes, I understand. I would never hurt
Tanner."

      Suddenly Tanner's father stood, setting his cup on the counter. "I need to
set those posts in the south pasture. I better get going." Tanner watched as his
father turned and walked out the door, feeling his heart break a little more with
each receding step. As his father disappeared out the door, he felt his mother's
small hand pat his cheek.

      "Let him think about it. He'll make the right decision. I had an advantage, I
already knew," said Mary.

      Tanner's focus snapped to his mother. "You knew? How?"

      "Well first off, your sister is not the makeup artist she thinks she is," she
said with a smirk, "And second, I know how people look at the love of their life,
and that's how you look at Randy."

      Mary took a step and wrapped her arms around Randy. "Welcome to the
family, son." Randy wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and hoping
that Tanner's dad would make the right decision too.

      The day wore on, the passing time melding with Tanner's emotions and
tying his gut into knots. His mother had accepted him and Randy unconditionally,
but with his father's exit from the house he wasn't sure what was going to change
in the relationship with his father. As the sun tilted toward the west, he heard his
mother begin to make dinner. He and Randy made their way from the bedroom,
hoisted themselves onto the barstools and started chatting with Tanner's mother.

      Tanner jumped when he heard the screen door slam shut, his stomach
churning as he waited to see what his father had to say. His mother strode
across the kitchen, meeting his father before he made it further than the
mudroom. He heard the quick, and quiet, conversation she had with his dad, but
was unable to understand any of it. They stood as Tanner's parents walked in,
Randy taking his hand and letting their fingers interlace.

      "Tanner, come in here. Please."

      Tanner slowly walked into the living room, with Randy's hand in his. They
stood silently; ready to hear whatever his dad had to say. Motion in the doorway
told Tanner that Jo had moved where she could see what happened. Mark
looked at the couple and motioned them to the couch. He and Mary settled into
the chairs across from them, and Mark took a deep breath.

      "First, Tanner you are my son, and you'll always be my son. I never
thought Dad did right by Rob. I've been thinking about this all afternoon, and I
never want the same thing to happen between us. I think I owe Rob an apology
too; not speaking out when something's wrong is as bad as giving it support. Like
they say, if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem."

      Tanner sat quietly, happy with what he had heard so far, but he knew they
weren't finished.

      "I don't claim to understand. I know what Dad always said, but he used the
bible to justify a whole lot of things that I think are wrong." He studied Tanner,
looking as if he'd never seen his son before. "I don't know about the whole choice
or not thing, son. But if you say it was never a choice, then I trust you. You've
always been honest with me. To be blunt, I've never understood why anyone
would choose to be gay when it makes things so much harder. I've never had
much use for bible thumpers, you know that too. I think they're good at judging
everyone else."

      Tanner nodded, squeezing Randy's hand as the conversation seemed to
go in a positive direction. His dad looked at them, seeing them in a whole new
light.

      "So you two are a couple? I'm glad you found someone to love. I guess it's
too late to say you need to leave the door open when Randy's here..."

      Tanner relaxed slightly and chuckled, his face turning red with the
implications. "Yes, Dad. It's a little late for that."

      "But you're being careful, 'cause you know AIDS... "

      Randy stepped in and answered this time. "Sir, we've been tested, and
we're a monogamous couple. So you don't need to worry about that."

       Surprisingly, Mark chuckled, "Good, I was dreading the safer gay sex
talk."

      They all laughed softly. Tanner looked at his dad, tears of relief rolling
down his face. He lurched from the couch and wrapped his arms around his dad,
hugging him tight. "Thank you, Dad. Thank you for understanding and loving me."

      Mark returned the hug, and sighed, still not certain of all the implications
for Tanner, but never considering losing his son. After a few moments they
separated, and Tanner sat back beside Randy. With a sigh of relief, he felt the
weight of the past months melt off him. Tanner smiled at his parents.

      "I was afraid you wouldn't accept me."

      Mark chuckled, wrapping his arm around his wife. "Well it didn't hurt that
your mother said if I fucked this up she would kick my ass all the way to Wichita
Falls."

      Tanner's mouth fell open at profanity from his father and even more so at
the nod of acknowledgment from his mother. With a laugh, he leaned back
against Randy.

      Mark looked at his wife and gave her a slight smile.

      "I think it's time to make a call to Seattle and talk to my brother too..."

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