Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2011 15:30:34 -0500
From: Brian Tanner <btanner72a@gmail.com>
Subject: Safe Home Part 8

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 ... (yes this is part 8)

"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.

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** This next part is pretty tough for me to write, specifically in the way
Mr Freeman acted. I learned most of this years later with talks with
Conner.  He said I can go ahead and tell this part of the story.  And to
let you know now, because I hate stories that contain these things, there
is no physical or sexual abuse in this account (there wasn't in real life
either).  But, as you will quickly see, there is emotional abuse.  If that
topic bothers you, then please skip this part and wait for part 9. **

Conner watched Tanner leave.  As the four wheeler became smaller, the sense
of dread that was growing in his stomach was growing.  For awhile he had
forgotten.  For awhile he had felt safe.  But he was home now.  Alone. With
his father.  He turned his head back and cringed.  His father was furious.
Conner couldn't blame him. He had failed his father again. He should have
been here in case his father had needed him.

"Fucking A, Conner. You hanging out with that panty wad. He's just a shit
for brains cum stain that landed in his mother's twat. The fucking tard is
mostly like a bastard cause old man Dirk was such a limp dick he couldn't
get hard for a bitch in heat, let alone an amazing woman like Sarah
Anderson."

** As I said before, Frank Freeman had a thing for my mom.  He had gone out
with her a couple of times back in high school, before she started going
steady with my dad. Years later, she told me that the reason she stopped
seeing him, was because, as she put it, he had "Roman hands", they "romed"
all over her and she wasn't *that* type of girl.  Or course Frank Freeman
always let it be known that *he* had dumped her.  Suffice it to say that
when my dad not only went steady with her in high school, but even managed
to bring her back from the coast, Freeman became super jealous.  Nothing
was ever *his* fault, though, and he managed to pass the blame on to
others. One way he showed his displeasure is he always referred to my mom
(Sarah) by her maiden name. **

"Yes, sir," Conner replied.  He'd learned long ago that his dad, ex-navy
commander, brooked no back talk from his son.  Not that he ever hit him or
anything, but Frank Freeman had a way of controlling people through well
timed condescension and ridicule. He could ramp up the guilt in no time.
In the Navy he had earned many commendations for tight running units, but
the way you deal with young sailors who had enlisted was a far cry from how
you should deal with your son.

"So have you wasted away your afternoon fucking around with junior limp
dick? Your fucking future is waiting for you on that fucking grid iron and
it's not going to be handed to you on some fucking silver spoon. And I want
have you smooching some fuckers ass to get what you earn for yourself."

Conner knew his dad well enough to know that this time he wanted some type
of explanation. "I got caught in the storm like you, dad, I was near the
Tanner ranch and stopped there to get out of the lightning.  Tanner has a
workout room and I got my workout in with him.  We lifted, did squats, and
arms, just as I'm supposed to.  The storm was still going on and all Tanner
has was a four-wheeler, because his mom's out of town. So he invited me for
supper, where we had spaghetti and bread. Finally the storm had passed and
he rode me home."

While Conner talked, he could see his dad deflate.  His anger had changed
to a look of concern and fear when Conner had mentioned being caught in the
storm in the middle of no where and finally to relief on hearing that he
had both accomplished his workout and had stayed safe from the storm.
Conner wasn't sure which was more important to his dad.

"Well, that's over and behind us," Frank Freeman said much more
fatherly. His anger would come swiftly, but it would also leave just as
swiftly after he had exploded.  "We're all safe, that's what matters." The
two of them walked back into their house.  Frank Freeman immediately opened
the fridge and grabbed a Milwaukee's Piss, as he called it. Yet that was
all he drank, probably cause it was a lot cheaper than most other beers.
He had half the can gone in two gulps and then turned towards Conner.

"Since you've eaten, you can head to bed, we got a long day a head of us."

It was only 8:00, but Conner again knew better than to argue.  This was his
dad's way of saying he wasn't pleased.  Normally, on nights when his dad
was home and not up in Swifton, they'd watch some TV or a movie together.
Frank Freeman had joined the Columbia Video club and had quite an
impressive selection of VHS tapes, in particular of the action genre.

Conner headed up to his room. The room was clean and orderly enough to pass
a military inspection.  It was the only way his dad would have it.  There
were no posters on the wall, it was painted a subdued beige. He had a
single bed, presently made with military corners.  He had a desk on which
he completed his homework during the school year.  Currently it was empty.
During the school year, his school books would be stacked in height order.
His home work would be placed on the left side, if not finished yet, and
the on the right when done.  As soon as he got home, he would either work
on his homework and eat supper, the order depended on whether he had a
sports practice or not.

He wasn't allowed out of his room until it was done. At irregular
intervals, his dad would check up on him.  If his homework wasn't done
properly or, worse yet, not done at all and he was somewhere else, well
life just wasn't good.  His dad never lifted a hand against him, instead,
he'd send Conner off to do the dirtiest, nastiest jobs on the ranch.  Frank
Freeman did not want his son to be a ranch hand after high school.  He
wanted him to go off and make himself independently wealthy, either in
sports or through schooling.

** Now this might sound like what any man might want for his son, but Frank
Freeman's motivation wasn't altruistic.  The truth is he wanted Conner out
of his life, but even his conscience wouldn't simply let him abandon him.

Let me explain a little more about Frank Freeman. First, as I've said
before, he lusted after my mom.  He'd probably say it was love, but I don't
think so.  When my mom snubbed him, he turned his desires to another girl
in his class, Cindy Dorn. Cindy loved the attention and Frank loved to give
it to her.  Truth be told, the only reason Cindy wasn't preggers in high
school from Frank Freeman, is the because of the second thing about him,
he's infertile.  He would find this out a couple years after they were
married when no kids were forth coming.  The third thing is that Frank
Freeman was also second string to my dad.  He was a lineman, my dad was
quarterback.  He was a forward, my dad was point guard. He married Cindy
Dorn, my dad married Sarah Anderson. You get the picture. Personally, I
don't think my dad realized Frank Freeman saw himself in competition to him
in all things.  My dad just did what he did.  He had a natural charm that
drew people to him. He was kind and a hard worker.  Frank Freeman always
looked for the easy way and short cuts.

What all this meant is that Frank had never really seemed to want Conner
around.  To him being infertile was a mixed blessing.  On the one hand, it
hurt his image of being a manly man to be infertile.  On the other hand, he
never had to worry about having kids, which he really didn't want.  He was
happy not to have that responsibility.  But Cindy had him wrapped around
her little finger.  She popped his cherry back in high school and she knew
it.  She used sex as a very strong tie to Frank Freeman to get him to do
what she wanted.

So when Frank Freeman couldn't knock up Cindy no matter how often and how
much they fucked like bunnies, she cajoled him into adopting. At the time,
it was a lot easier and cheaper to adopt foreign babies and so that was how
Frank Freeman finally became a proud father.  Conner had been born in an
African country that had been wracked by famine or war or something like
that.

Amazingly, Frank Freeman had turned out to be a descent father, at least
until Cindy had developed cancer and passed away.  Cindy raised him, but
Frank Freeman would play with him as well.  He taught him sports and raised
him to like a good little sailor. He was good, because he could do the fun
stuff with Conner and leave all the messy stuff to his wife. If Cindy
hadn't died, things very well may have been different.  She had a way of
tempering Frank Freeman's more brisk, demanding side.

But she did.  After her passing, Frank Freeman began to drink more.  He
didn't go over the deep end, but drinking became very integral to his life.
He was a functional alcoholic.  Most people would never realize it.  To
others, he was a winsome, generous, mostly hard working man.  True, he cut
corners, but he'd be the first to buy a round at the bar for everyone.

But towards Conner, things changed.  Frank Freeman didn't want the full
responsibility of raising a child on his own, but he also would never admit
any such thing by giving Conner up.  So he simply raised Conner like he was
an enlisted Seaman under his command.  He demanded perfection in sports and
academics. **

As Conner started to strip for bed, he heard the TV turn on.  A couple
minutes later, he heard his dad throw in a tape and start it.  He was
watching Hoosiers again.  Conner was somewhat glad. He had liked the
basketball action in Hoosiers, but the relationship between the star and
his dad had hit a little too close to home.

His favorite recent release was Stand by Me.  Suddenly Conner smiled.  He
and Tanner had discussed Stand by Me as they had played Bard's Tale.  They
were comparing their favorite movies.  Thinking of Tanner, Conner smiled
more.  He had always thought Tanner would be irritating to be around.  His
dad always was calling him things like panty wad, or some such. But Tanner
had been real cool. Conner already considered him a friend.  He looked
forward to working out with him.  Conner knew that would have to wait,
though.  His dad would work him to the bone tomorrow and probably the next
day too for making him walk through the storm.  Not that Conner could have
changed things had he been there, but that was just how his dad thought.

Conner finished undressing, he always slept naked in the summer, especially
when the heat was on. Like most houses in the upper midwest, there was no
A/C in them in the 80's. Normally there was only 1 or 2 weeks that the
weather was really oppressive.  Even if it got into the 90s during the day,
the temperature normally dropped down into the 60s.  You opened the window
and more times than not, you needed to be under a sheet or light blanket by
morning.

Lying naked on his back in bed, Conner gazed out the window.  He had a west
facing window on the second floor, and he loved watching the sun
set. Actually given it was late June, the sun wouldn't set for another hour
and a half.

His hand wandered down to his pleasure zone.  He mindless fiddled with his
dick. Heliked just tossing it about lightly, with no sense of concentrated
action. He couldn't help but think of Tanner again. He had been so small
(and not just in stature, if you know what I mean, thought Conner to
himself). It was cute. Conner smiled again, just thinking about Tanner
seemed to make him feel lighter. He normally didn't think of boys as being
cute, but there was something about Tanner that he really like being around
him.  He was free and generous and smart.

Conner also thought about the ride home. Why had he hugged Tanner so like
that? Guys didn't do thinks like that, but somehow he had wanted to thank
Tanner for... for... he could quite explain, other than to say for being
Tanner.

Conner looked down his chest to his groin.  He definitely was larger than
Tanner, but then he was larger than everyone he knew. The guys on the
baseball teams had commented on his large jock since the first day of
practice.  He had been so embarrassed when that senior had quipped that it
must be true about you black boys.  But, his dad had always told him, never
let them see you afraid.  It's better that you get them to laugh with you
then at you. So he did a little jig like he was biggest bad ass around and
laugh. Thankfully everyone joined in too.

** Conner and I talked about this (our size difference at the time) years
later, cause he never really grew any more after that spring. We think it's
because he's probably older than he thinks he is. His dad never told him
from what country he'd been adopted and he's never bothered to find
out. But back then (and I here it's still the same today) many of the
African countries were very lax with paperwork, especially in the poor
areas.

When he arrived in the US, the adoption agency didn't know exactly when he
had been born and so guessed based on size and weight. Given that most the
foreign babies who were brought to the US for adoption were seriously
undernourished, they most likely underestimated by 1 or even 2 years --
meaning Conner may have been physically 18 that summer! **

Conner's slow manipulations of his dark dick were having an effect. The
tower slowly started to rise.  Soon his shaft was pointing back to his
face. When he was hard, his cock would point almost straight up along his
stomach. Hard, he was only maybe 1/2 inch longer than he was soft, but his
dick went from fairly skinny to full.

He'd never been circumcised, another fact that often drew stares in the
locker room from this mostly protestant community.  Even most of the
Catholic boys got snipped for health reasons. He always like to watch the
mushroom erupt as his cock head pushed the skin back.

He began to stroke.  Conner's mind drifted to the hot tub in Tanner's
house. Oh how good it would feel to sit in that bath, filled with bubbling
near scalding water. How nice it would be for Tanner to be there with him.
Conner wasn't bothered by the fact that most often he envisioned guys in
his fantasies while stroking off. Not that he disliked girls, he dreamed of
naked girls as well, but truthfully he felt a greater draw towards guys. If
he had to chose, he rather hang out with a bunch of fun guys than with
girls.

And Tanner -- this afternoon had been so nice. Tanner standing in the
shower, naked.  Conner's pace quickened.  Conner fixing him spaghetti for
supper. Conner's balls churned.  Conner riding him home on his four wheeler
and him holding on to his bare skinny chest.  And Conner exploded, cum
splattering on his chest and stomach. The white cum contrasted sharply to
Conner's near midnight skin. He stroked a couple more times and then rubbed
the cum around on his chest. He used his underwear to mop himself up and
then climbed back in bed, thinking about how nice it will be when he could
work out with Tanner in a few days.

5AM came quickly, even for falling asleep at 8:30 or so. Frank Freeman came
into his son's room and shook him awake.

"Get dressed and meet me at the hog barn, you have to muck it out today.
After that, we have to figure out why the drains are backing up in the
cattle barn. "

Conner would have groaned, but not with his father in earshot. That would
have simply added several more filthy chores.  He'd also learned not to
complain.  That would only bring the guilt trip. Frank Freeman would ask
Conner if he thought he was too good to do the grunt labor.  Should he get
one of the hired hands to do it.  The discussion would end with a lecture
on how the leader had to get his hands dirty and be willing to do anything
he asked his men to do.

And so Conner spent the rest of that day mucking out barns, working on
sewer lines, putting up temporary fences during the hottest part of the
day, all of which lasted until 6pm that night. It was a mark of how pissed
his dad was about the previous day that he didn't give Conner the time to
work out.

Conner showered, ate a large supper, and then pretty much fell into bed
exhausted.  The next day his dad woke him up at 7am and gave him a list of
chores that was more or less a repeat of the previous day.  Again he worked
almost non-stop until 6pm.  Again, he showered ate, and collapsed in bed.

Friday morning his dad relented.  In fact Frank Freeman had a smile on his
face, as Conner wondered downstairs at the ungodly late hour of 8am.

"Trucks fixed, Conner! I'll be able to head to Swifton this evening.  I'm
planning on staying over, so go ahead and enjoy yourself today.  You've
worked hard enough, the men can handle the ranch today."

With that, Frank Freeman grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Conner
had only one thought -- he wanted to spend the day with Tanner.  He hoped
Tanner didn't mind if he showed up mid-morning.  He foraged for breakfast,
ate quickly and then went back up to change. He put on running clothes and
then tidied his neat room up for half an hour to let his breakfast settle
and then he headed out.

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Also from part 5 ....

"Hey Tanner, it's just the 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.


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If you've ever watched the Blue Lagoon, you know it's a pretty sensual
movie.  Plus, this was my first R-rated movie, ever.  When Chris Atkins and
Brooke Shields were swimming naked in the lake I was definitely at full
staff.  I had mentioned before that the hot tub was fairly large, but since
we were watching the movies, we all had to sit together on one said. I sat
on the left, Cory sat in the middle, and Steve sat on the other side.

There was some space between us, but on several occasions as Cory would
move his arms or legs in the water he'd brush up against me. Once, his hand
even bumped into my cock.  At the time, I was sure it was all accidental. I
was a little embarrassed by it, but not bothered by it.  In fact I realized
I welcomed those brief contacts and kept hoping for more.

It was shortly have Cory had *accidentally* brushed my manhood when Steve
turned his head and asked, "Tanner, why don't you get us some beers?"

I was full aroused at this point by the movie, my bone standing at its full
3 1/2 inches. "No, I'm good." We had grabbed beers when we had first got in
the hot tub, and mine was still 1/4 full.  I took a swig to prove it. In my
nervousness at being hard and not wanting them to know, I ended chugging
the whole thing, with some of the beer spilling out of my mouth and down my
chin.

"Looks like you're out now too," observed Cory, "Go ahead and get another
round."

Feeling like a deer caught by headlights, I willed my little guy to relax.
Just then, I was saved by the door to the to the rec room opening.  Or
maybe I wasn't.  It was Uncle Nate stopping by for his nightly check.


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To be continued....


Any comments please email me at btanner72a@gmail.com.  If you send me an
e-mail, I will also add you to my list of contacts for the story. As soon
as I submit each part to Nifty, I send out a notice and provide a link to
my google docs giving early access to the next part.