Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2011 00:44:53 -0500 From: Brian Tanner <btanner72a@gmail.com> Subject: Safe Home Pt 5 The following is a mostly true story about me growing up in western South Dakota in the 80's. It's about my first relationship and contains some m-m stuff. If you aren't old enough or this is illegal where you live, please stop reading now. Well enough of that. ... On with the story. From part 4 ... Conner was fascinated by the figures. He especially like a couple of dragons I had that include a crystal ball in the dragons claws. On the opposite side of the room from my bed was my work area. It had a desk with my computer, monitor and dot matrix printer. Just as Conner put the dragon figures down and turned towards the computer desk, I also realized that there was my clean up rag still laying out on the desk. And yes -- it was *that* kind of clean up rag. **************************************************************************** Ok, so once again I may have over sensationalized things. Yes, I had the clean up rag on my desk, but I don't think Conner really noticed. I simply swiped it off the desk by pushing it behind the desk. No big deal. But hey, I bet you had some good fantasies about it. I realize I've spent a lot of time with that first afternoon and truth be told nothing much like what many of you want to hear really happened, but I love reliving that first day, especially remembering Conner ashe was in that wet white spandex and then naked in the shower with me. For the rest of the afternoon, we hung out and had a great time. It was like we were a couple of 10 year olds just enjoying each others company. We played Bard's Tale for about a half hour. Then we had supper. He was thoroughly impressed with my cooking skills. Conner kept talking about how he mostly ate processed foods like TV dinners or Mac and Cheese from a box, or cans of soup. After supper we talked D&D and football and cross country and work outs and the Broncos, and four wheelers and ranching, and shit like that. It was totally comfortable and well, I think Conner and I became fast friends that day. Around seven he said he need to get back home. We made plans for Conner to come over again tomorrow to work out. He said he'd go for a run as soon as his dad left for Swifton, which would be around 2:30. So he'd be here around 3:00. I should make sure I ran for awhile before that as well. At first, Conner said he'd run back, but I insisted that I'd run him home on the four wheeler. It didn't take much convincing. He climbed on behind me. Now what happened next, I have to admit at the time I thought was a little weird, but I chalked it up to that fact that I gunned the four wheeler knowing Conner wasn't quite ready. Any way, as we took off, with Conner losing his balance a little, he flung his arms around me. As I mentioned before I was wearing a T-shirts with the sleeve cut off. I had also slit the sides. ** My mom hated my altered T-shirts. She said if I was going to show that much skin, I should just go shirtless, because then at least I wouldn't look like trailer trash. So when she was gone I wore them all summer :) ** When Conner grabbed ahold of me, I don't know if the wind whipped my shirt open a little bit or what, but Conner grabbed hold of my chest *inside* my shirt. He grabbed right on to my bare chest. I remember thinking, that's a little odd, but didn't want to say anything. There was also a part of me that thought, this is kind of nice. Now I'm not sure if this next thing actually happened, or if I just added the memory at a later date, but whenever I think of the ride back to Conner's, it seems to me that at one point he squeezed me real tight in a bear hug and whispered, "thanks Tanner." At the time it made no sense to me, but looking back I think I figured out what he meant. I took a path across one of the ranges that brought me out on the highway more or less across from the entry road to the Freeman Ranch. I drove down the road. As stopped by the house, Conner suddenly pulled away from me like I was a hot coal and he'd been burned. Sudden I heard, ... "Where the fuck have you been?" Frank Freeman bellowed as he stormed out of the house, the screen door banging behind him. Frank Freeman was a short man, reaching only 5'7". Outside of his short stature, he was a typical swede -- blonde hair, pasty skin, but he was bulky, not fat, but built. When I saw him, it made me think of a dwarf. "I got a fucking flat 5 fucking miles out of this fucking place. The damn spare's not back from the fucking shop yet. I had to walk back to the ranch and got caught by the mother-fucking storm. I expected to see your sorry ass here so that you could come and help me with fucking tire, but no -- you've apparently been plowing the bung hole of some prissy white boy." Two things happened at this point. First I saw Conner, who towered over his adoptive father, cower like he'd been whacked by a 2x4 across his gut. Second, Frank Freeman got a good look at me and saw who I was. Instantly his belligerence faded and his anger was replaced with a winsomeness. "Tanner -- oh it's you who Conner was hanging with. You must have need help on the ranch. I'm sorry for the rant, it's just been a bad afternoon. How's your mom?" ** OK a little about Frank Freeman. There are two things you should know, but I'm only going to tell you one of them now. He is in lust for my mom. My dad was barely in the grave when he started coming over offering to help around the place. My mom in no uncertain terms finally told him to leave and not come back. He still thinks she'll come around. ** "Uh fine, Mr. Freeman. Conner was a great help this afternoon." "I'm sure he was," Mr. Freeman said, a little gruffly. "Well, you better get back to your mom, son." I realized I was being dismissed. I turned to Conner to tell him I'd see him tomorrow, but a haunted look in his eyes seemed to warn me off, so I simply said, "See ya.", hopped on my bike and rode back home. A part of me felt like I was leaving him to the execution squad. The only other thing I should mention about that day took place as I was lying in bed. I was on my back naked, which is how I like to sleep. I had my rag ready at my side and I started playing with my little guy, bringing him to life. As I energized my cock, my mind started to form a nice little scene to enhance my enjoyment. As I like to do, I started envisioning a nice mouth covering my prick. I imagined the feel of a tongue gliding up and down my shaft. As the hormones started flowing and my mind wandered on it's own, I realized that the mouth that I envisioned on my cock was dark, that the eyes gazing up at my where familiar -- for it was Conner. Further, the image shifted and dream Conner moved around so that his sausage of a johnson was by my mouth. Without hesitation I opened up to take it in. Suddenly the rush of climax shook my body and a jet of cum flew out and landed right in my open mouth. I gagged at the slimy glob and spit it out, but I fell asleep to the thought of Conner and it seemed OK to me. The next day was Wednesday. In the morning I again worked around the ranch. While I worked with all the guys, for the most part I tended to shadow our youngest two ranch hands -- Cory and Steve. Cory and Steve were 19. They had been working on the ranch since they had been 10 or 11. Basically, I always remember them working around the ranch. Cory's dad was the CEO for the bank in town and his mom was a dental hygienist. Steve's dad was the an attorney and his mom was a nurse. What's more important is that both their moms were classmates and best friends with my mom. Since they hadn't gone away to the east coast like my mom, they had started their families earlier. As their only boys (both had some younger sisters) neared adolescence, they felt they needed a constructive manner in which to exhaust their youthful vigor or some such crap. The answer was to have them work at their best friends ranch. Of all the workers at the ranch, they were the only ones who could be around the homestead in the afternoons. Mom viewed them almost like first cousins. Cory was 5'9", 175#. He normally kept a 5 o'clock shadow going. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. Steve was the typical WASP -- light blond hair, piercing blue eyes, 6 pack abs. You get the picture. After dad died, mom had asked the two boys to watch out for me. They took me under the wing and showed me the ropes around the ranch. They were also the ones whom mom had asked to bring up the birds and bee with me. They took me around the farm discussing sex by showing me animals doing it -- a fairly common site on the ranch the size of ours. For the most part, I knew the mechanics. They did enlighten me to some other stuff, like what to expect with my body, the annoyances of boners at inopportune times, and so on. One thing I remember them saying is that for a guy it's about getting off and to remember as nice as i might imagine it to be between a girls legs -- what's important is getting off and any hole that is wet and hot is awesome. They then pointed out that baby batter sent into a stomach could never make it to the baby factory. The implication I took from that is that blow jobs were the way to go to avoid a knocked up girl friend. They also shared with me that in the heat of pleasuring yourself, the mind often wandered all over the place and if a guy popped in my head -- well that was just hormones and nothing to freak over. This is why I never worried about my fantasies of luke skywalker. So suffice it say, Cory and Steve knew me pretty well. After we'd been working for about a half and hour Cory looked over at with a with a grin and asked, "You meet a girl last night?" "What?" I replied with a little surprise. "No, why you ask?" "You're just bubbly as all get out. Normally when a guy suddenly acts like that he's met some hot chick that he wants to get it on with." "No, nothing like that. I'm just in a good mood, I guess." Cory and Steve kidded me some more, but I realized I was in a good mood -- not because of some girl, but because of Conner. Not that I wanted to "get it on with him" but because I liked hanging with him. The rest of morning passed and lunch came and went. After I cleaned up the dishes I went up to my room to get ready for my workout. As I stated before, I normally pop one off as I change, but I decided against that. Instead I through on my workout clothes and headed to the gym. It was about 2:30. I jumped on the stairmaster and pushed it a little, going a bit faster than normal. 3:00 came and I figured Conner would show up. But he didn't. 3:15 rolled around and still no Conner. 3:30 -- 4:00. The entire time I half heartedly lifted. Several times I went out and looked down the road. No Conner. A little after 4, it began to rain again and I knew there was no chance he'd be coming over now. The thought of calling came briefly, but this was well before texting and cell phones and it wasn't like we had a date or anything. Never the less I was extremely bummed and felt like Conner had some how played some type of joke on me. Uncle Nate stopped in around 8 to check on me. When he saw me looking a little down, he asked me if I had talked to my mom, which was a little out of the ordinary. When I asked why, he just shrugged and said he was just wondering. I didn't know why I should be in such a bummer of a mood, but I was. Why hadn't Conner showed up? I went to bed and didn't even bother to jack off, I just wasn't into it. The next day Cory and Steve asked me what was wrong. At first I just put them off, but you gotta know these two guys, they're like my big brothers, so finally I told them about Conner stopping by and promising to come over again, but then never showing up. Cory looked at Steve and a knowing little smile passed between them which I didn't actually notice at the time. They didn't say anymore, but they set out to cheer me up. They began horsing around a little bit. Nothing outrageous -- it was too easy to get seriously hurt on the ranch if you were careless, but just goofing off in a controlled way, if you get my drift. Like playing air guitars or telling raunchy jokes or mindless things like that that always make me laugh. Before long I was smiling and joining in. Conner's absence forgotten. Soon we had all gathered for dinner. About half way through Uncle Nate showed up, which was a little unusual. He spotted Cory and Steve and motioned them to follow him out of the room. A couple of minutes later, Uncle Nate came back and motioned me to come out. He walked me to my mom's office and handed me the phone. "Hi Sugar." It was my mom. "How're you doing today?" "Good mom, you on your way home?" It was Thursday, and she normally left shortly after having some type of business lunch. It was a little confused since she had never called before she returned on Thursday. "That's why I'm calling, Tanner. I need to stay out here for the weekend, my business isn't over yet, but I don't want you to be alone, so I asked Cory and Steve to stay over 'til I get back on Tues.: I'm not going to relive the conversation, other than to say I was a little snippy at my mom. Nothing overly rude, but I think after Conner blowing me off and then my mom needing to stay the weekend, I was feeling pretty neglected. After I hung up the phone, Uncle Nate had a short talking to to Cory and Steve, empahisizing that there was to be no girls, keep the drinking to a minimum, and no parties. None of the other guys were to be over at all on Friday or Saturday night. Which was why after dinner, I had two helpers with clean up. When we got done, the two of them encouraged me to go work out. I wondered if maybe Conner might show up, but he never did. While we were working out, Andy Kemp, the local plumber showed up with the parts for the hot tub. Having the parts, he was able to fix it by time we were done. Cory's response was -- "Let's go sit in the hot tub." I reminded him it would take several hours to heat up. Instead we showered. Steve and Cory removed their workout clothes and moved to the middle shower head. Of course I'd seen Steve and Cory naked before, but I'd never been in the shower room with only the two of the them. Normally it a whole group of us showering prior to dinner. It's weird, but for some reason it's more awkward to shower in a large shower room with only two other guys than with twelve. Most often I shared the same shower pole with them; everyone had their normal shower spot. Steve and Cory had simply gone to their normal place. But with the other two shower poles empty, it seemed a little -- well intimate I guess would be the best word. But it also seemed rude to avoid the my normal spot, so I joined them. Cory was a hairy guy. Not massively so, like some Italians, but his whole body had a light covering of hair. Most noticeably he had hair covering his belly culminating in a shaggy bush around his cock. Like me, his penis was smaller. I barely stuck out past his bush -- maybe 2 inches. I couldn't help but notice his nut sack, however, which hung down more than most guys. Steve, on the other hand, looked almost hairless. If you looked closely, he he too had a covering of hair over his body, but being blond, it seemed to almost disappear when wet. Steve's manhood was more pronounced than Cory's or mine. Nowhere near as big as Conner's, but it was a good 4 inches soft. Suddenly I realized what I was doing -- checking out Steve and Cory. Steve must have seen my gaze and the accompanying jerk of my head upwards. "No worry's, little bro. It's perfectly normal to compare yourself to other guys in the shower. I see you're starting to sprout some grass around your junk. You got any coming in in your pits?" Steve reached out and lifted up my arm. Several dark hairs dangled from my pits. With a wicked grin, he pulled one out. "Ouch!" I cried and snapped my arm back down. Cory started laughing hard. He was laughing so hard, he was shaking and, being naked, his schlong and his nuts were gyrating around too. I found *that* hilarious and could stop myself from joining in the laughter. Steve already had as well. They had both closed their eyes, they were laughing so hard. I took the opportunity to extract a little revenge. I balled up my wash clothe and chucked it at him. It smacked Steve in the chestw with a sthwack. Steve stopped laugh, but then got a wicked grin on his face. He took his washrag and snapped it at me. I don't know if he had practiced that or not, but he had a good aim. He left a small welt on my arm! I was getting ready to retaliate, when all of a sudden the showers turned freezing. Cory had adjusted both the knobs on Steve's and my shower. "Alright you too, time to dry off." We sputtered quickly from under the sprays and headed to the kitchen side of the showers. Cory and Steve had brought over a change of clothes. Cory had a Beasie Boys T-shirtand jean shorts. Steve liked to be a little more stylin' and sported an Izod with khaki shorts, complete with a shark's tooth necklace. It was almost 4:30 by time we were done. For the first time in 3 days, the sky remained sunny. Thankfully the weather seemed to have changed. A high pressure system was keeping any wetness away. Steve suggested heading into town for pizza, after which we could rent a couple of movies and come back and relax in the hot tub while we watch them. Can't remember if I already mentioned this, but our land extended all the way to the edge of town. It was a lot quicker to go cross country than to take the main roads. Plus, I wasn't supposed to drive on the main roads seeing as I was quite 16 yet. We hopped on our four wheelers and headed out. ** My mom had a virtual fleet of four-wheelers for all the ranch hands. ** There were two routes from the house to the edge of town. The quicker way was virtually a straight line, but it took you down into the river "valley". With the all the rain we'd been having, that way would be pretty muddy. Since we didn't want to look like we had just got finished mucking out the barn, we choose the high road. The trail dumped us out on the far side of the high school. We drove through town to the local pizza shop. The sheriffs never bothered us driving our four wheelers in town, so long as we weren't being reckless. It was still early, so we got our pizzas pretty quick. Steve and Cory were passing barbs back and forth the whole time. They'd been friends for so long, they just seemed to keep up a running commentary of put downs towards each other, not mean-spirited in the least, just ribbing between two good friends. They began to include me in their insult contest and I was hard pressed to dish it out as well as I was receiving. I had a blast. My disappointment over Conner not showing up the past two days evaporated in the warmth of their friendship. They treated me as an equal, even though I was 4 years younger -- just like a cherished younger brother. After we finished eating, we heading to the local video rental store. I started looking at some PG movies like Wargames, Footloose, and of course Adventures in Babysitting. Cory and Steve were elsewhere in the store. I was about to grab Wargames when they came back with 3 video boxes in there hands. "We got something special for you, Tanner. Something that mom might not allow if she were home, but she's not." Steve held up Blue Lagoon, Risky Business and Porky's. "Shit, yeah." I said. Steve paid the rental fee and we headed back home. We didn't head right back to the house, we tore up the trails some and enjoyed the nice evening. It was around 7:00 when we were finally got back to the rec room. Cory popped Blue Lagoon into the VCR as I undressed. I grabbed my swim suit to but it on. "Hey Tanner, it's just three of us, you don't need your suit. Besides Cory and I don't have ours. Just go commando." That's how I found myself naked in the hot tub with Cory and Steve watching Blue Lagoon. ****************************************************************************** To be continued.... Any comments please email me at btanner72a@gmail.com.