Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2011 11:46:40 -0500
From: Brian Tanner <btanner72a@gmail.com>
Subject: Safe home part 6

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 5 ...

That's how I found myself naked in the hot tub with Cory and Steve watching
Blue Lagoon.

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** Six years ago **

Steve and Cory had known each other since birth, or so it seemed.  They
were both born in June 1969. They were birthed in the same hospital.
Attended the same pre-school and elementary school. The played on the same
pee-wee baseball and basketball teams. The ran around together all during
the summer.  Remember their moms were best friends.  And when they turned
ten, they both began helping out at the Tanner Dirk's Ranch.

Being naked around each other was no big deal.  During the summer they
often stayed at each others house.  (Years later they realized this was
worked out by their moms so that their respective parents could have
evenings alone to do what adults who are alone like to do.) On such
occasions they would be bathed together.  Even when they were old enough to
wash up themselves, they'd often shower together to save time.

From the time they were 7, during the summers they would basically take off
first thing in the morning and bike all over the county.  Back then parents
did not keep as close an eye on their kids, there wasn't the worry of
predators and such. They had several water holes in which they'd swim and
they never bothered with swim suits -- they'd just strip and dive in.  But
there was also nothing sexual about it.  It was just how they were.

That is until they turned 13.  At 13 they began helping with the livestock
more.  In particular, they would help during the calving season.  This
often required them to be at the ranch all day and all night.  During such
times, Tanner Dirks (the elder) had the ranch hands stay over. He had dorm
rooms built behind the house along the barn for just such times.

And so it was that Cory and Steve stayed over at the dorms as well.  The
rooms were pretty spartan.  They had a dresser, a night stand with a lamp
and a queen size bed.  There was a bathroom at the end of the hall.  The
rec room over at the house was available to relax, but on the occasions the
ranch hands stayed over, there really wasn't any time for anything but
working, eating and sleeping.  All the other ranch hands would have their
own room, but because they were younger and smaller, Cory and Steve were
roomed together.

Every time they got settled in the room, Cory would lift up the mattress
and look under it.  Steve asked him the first time, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for porn," Cory replied.  He never actually expected to find any,
but he checked.  He figured if someone was going to have some, that would
be where they would hide it.

*** Ok here's a little reminder of life for a 13 year old boy in the 80's,
at least in our area. The predominant church's around us were Lutheran,
Catholic and Presbyterian.  It wasn't the deep south Bible belt.  What that
meant is that everyone knew what teen boys were doing in the shower when
they took 20 minutes versus the normal 10, but you just didn't say anything
about it. When mom's found crusty underwear or socks, she just tossed them
in the washing machine and dad's just smiled knowingly.  Boys would feel
maybe some guilt, but not like what it seems I've heard coming out of the
deep south or mormon areas. The teens themselves joked about it in a round
about way which I think was a way of finding out that everyone did it
without actually say, "Hey I jack off alot, do you?"

For instance, I can remember one joke we'd trade back and forth.  the first
boy would say, "I've heard 99% of guys jack off.  You know what the other
1% do?"  The reply was usually, if you didn't know the joke, "I don't
know." to which everyone would snicker.  (In case you don't get it, the
implication is if you don't know what the 1% do, then you must be in the
99% group).  The safe answer, if you'd been on the receiving end of the
joke previously, was, "They lie."  Again to snickers, but usually also with
some slight knowing smiles.  ***

Steve and Cory were typical in that sense. Though they'd slept over at each
other's house, they didn't mess around with each other.  In fact, without
realizing it, they both handled jacking off in the same manner.  By time
they were 13 both boys were polishing their knobs daily, if not twice a
day.  But if they knew they'd be staying over at each other's house, they'd
purposely shoot their loads at home before going over.  They really didn't
talk about sex alot, more sports or D&D, which they were both into.

But things changed that summer.  Cory and Steve's parents were both married
in the same year, so that summer they were both celebrating their 15
wedding anniversaries.  They decided to take a week long cruise together.
My parents agreed to let the boys stay over in one of the dorm rooms.  My
parents were doing some major renovations anyway, so could use the help.
They had a team of college guys who had been hired specifically to help
with the construction, so Cory and Steve had to share a room.  They didn't
think anything of it, at least not until the 3rd night.

Remember everything was dorm style with community bathrooms and showers, so
no place private to take care of business. (the toilet stalls didn't even
have doors -- this was the 80's before such big concerns for privacy).
Both were used to cleaning the pipes daily. By that 3rd night they were
almost bouncing off the walls from being horned up. Plus they were sharing
a queen bed, so any movement was very obvious.

To make matters worse, a couple of the college guys were talking about a
party that was coming up that Friday night at one of the schools in
Swifton. Which led to tales of conquests at previous parties. In
particular, one guy regaled his hook up with a girl who had blown him right
in the back yard of the house where the party was.

As Steve lay in bed, the image of the college guy getting a blow job was
stuck in his mind.  Not that he was focusing on the guy, but imagining him
being the one being sucked off. He was lying on his back and he could feel
his penis start to push against his tighty whiteys, which is what he wore
to bed. The rooms were not air conditioned, as it normally cooled off at
night, but here in late June, it was too hot to be under the sheets.  His
hand moved down involuntarily to massage his small cock. At 13, he'd
started to grow, but it was far from the size it would be in six years.  He
glanced over at Cory.  Cory was laying on his side, facing Steve, but his
eyes were closed and was breathing shallowly. His knees were bent up with
the left arm under his pillow and the right resting on his side, his hand
near, but not touching his crotch. He seemed to be asleep.

Steve whispered, "Cory?"  No response.  "Cory? You awake?"  Still no
response.

With the image of some hot girl blowing him, Steve slowly moved his undies
down under his balls.  His preferred method was to gently rub underneath
the head, right on the crevice on the underside. He'd rub there slowly at
first, but then as clear liquid would begin to ooze out, he'd smear the
pre-cum around he whole head.

Steve had discovered he liked the taste of the first offering.  It was a
little salty, but not bad.  He would bring his finger up to his lips and
suck the juice off.  He'd also found that it felt good to add some spit to
this fingers before he went back to fingering himself. Steve had never
grasped his cock full in his hand because he'd never thought about doing it
that way.  Remember this was well before webcams. He'd never talked about,
let alone seen how anyone else jacked.

It only took about 3 minutes before he felt the familiar tingling race
through his body.  He arched his back a little and, with a small grunt, cum
flew from his piss slot up to his chest.  3 more spurts, of lessening force
and he had to stop touching himself, because his cock was too sensitive.
Steve always found it interesting that up until the point he actually
spewed, he envisioned tasting his cum.  In his horny state, his mind
figured if the early stuff tasted nice, than the final spunk must not be
too bad.  But like usual, as soon as he was spent, the thought of tasting
his cum became repungant.  He wasn't sure if it was the smell or the sudden
drop in hormones, but all he wanted to do was clean up.  He had left his
socks on the floor by the bed, he grabbed one and wiped himself up.  Then,
suddenly very tired, drifted off swiftly to sleep.

5 minutes previously, Cory had found himself in a similar state as
Steve. In fact he was lying on his side, with his knees bent up to help
hide the bulge he was sure was showing in his undies.  He was lying towards
Steve so that he could check occasionally to see if he was asleep.

He had his eyes slightly slit, when he noticed Steve's hand reach down and
readjust his package. Cory suddenly felt an urge to do the same thing, but
didn't want Steve to know he was awake.  Then he heard Steve whisper his
name. He realized what Steve wanted to do.  He couldn't believe he'd be
daring enough to do it.  Cory also realized that he kind of wanted to see
Steve do it.  Plus, he was embarrassed for Steve and didn't want him to
think Cory was awake to see it.

So he just sat there, trying to slow his breathing.  He almost gasped when
Steve whipped his underwear under his ball.  He kept his eyes slit, so it
would look like he was asleep.  Steve looked over a couple of times, but in
the dark couldn't tell that Cory's eyes were slightly open. Cory felt his
cock get even harder than it was before.  This was the closest he'd ever
been to anyone doing anything sexual in his entire life. He watched as
Steve fondled himself, was amazed more when Steve actually tasted some of
the clear liquid that was beginning to ooze out of his cock.  Steve was
well into his self pleasuring, otherwise he migtht have noticed that Cory's
undies were not only bulging, but were starting to get damp as well, as
Cory's joystick began oozing as welll.

And then he saw Steve explode.  The sight was too much for Cory's teen
brain, without ever having touched himself, Cory too exploded in his
shorts.  Thankfully his cock had stayed within the confines of his briefs,
otherwise, he's probably have hit Steve with his spunk.

He lay there with the gooey mess in his shorts until he was sure Steve was
asleep and then got up and cleaned up.

The next morning, neither of the boys mentioned anything about it. But
there were there for 4 more nights.


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To be continued....


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