Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2011 22:53:40 -0500
From: Brian Tanner <btanner72a@gmail.com>
Subject: Safe Home Part 9

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 8 ...


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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"What up guys? Enjoying a nice soak?"  He looked at the screen. Chris Atkin
was running around in just his loin clothe and Brooke Shields wasn't
wearing much more.  "Tony mentioned it looked like you were having a stag
night tonight."  Tony was the clerk at the video store.  Nothings really
private in a small town.


"Want to join us?" Cory asked.


Uncle Nate looked a little longingly at the hot tub, but shook his head.
"Nah, sorry. I got the night shift, just started."  Uncle Nate could not
tell we were going commando, the tub was frothy with bubbles, which made it
impossible to see.  I didn't notice until right then that Steve and Cory
had moved over.  They could still see the TV, but the distance between each
of us had doubled.


Steve chimed in, "That's a shame. Nate, maybe next time.  But how 'bout
helping us out and tossing us another round of brewski."


"Sure," Nate went over to the fridge, opened the door and pulled out three
cans of Coors from the fridge.  One of the deputy sheriffs had a brother in
Denver, and whenever he went to visit him, he'd bring back like 20 cases of
Coors for a select group of friends. He tossed them to us. Asked again if
all was good and bade his farewells.


** Some of you might be thinking, yeah right, the sheriff just tossed some
beers to 3 underage kids and walked out.  But here's the deal.  First SD,
especially west river isn't actually conservative as in republican as you
coasties might expect.  SD is Libertarian. Most ranchers actually vote
democrat because of farm subsidies. We just don't like the feds telling us
what to do. Case in point, I think Cory and Steve may have been legal at
the time. SD didn't raise the drinking age from 19 to 21 until sometime
around then, one of the last states to do so.  Even now in 2011, anyone 18
-21 can drink in a bar if they are with their parents.


Uncle Nate's attitude is that high schoolers are going to drink. It's
better if they drank at home with parents who would watch them.  He felt
this way they'd learn to drink responsibly and not risk drinking in the
parks and down the minimum maintenance roads, only to drive somewhere
drunk. Everyone in the county knew his feelings, and most parents agreed
with him (hence why he kept his job, which was an elected position).


But... if anyone underage who had been drinking was even caught with keys
in his hands (even if the car was the next county over), Nate would lock
them up for the night and hall them before the magistrate where they were
sure to get at least 500 hours of community service.


During the time he was sheriff, there was not one alcohol related fatality
among high schoolers.**


As soon as they heard Uncle Nate's squad car drive out the driveway, Steve
and Cory closed up the gaps. I'm pretty sure there was less space between
us now. But I was starting to feel the effects of the first beer I had
chugged down at the end, plus the heat from the hot tub and the heat from
the TV.  This wasn't the first beer I'd ever drunk, but I normally only had
one about once a month.  And now I was starting my second.

The movie kept playing.  "Holy shit," I muttered as Chris Atkin started to
mount Bo Derek.  My cock was so hard at that point, it almost hurt.  My
hand wanted to go and at least rub it a little, but being in the tub with
Cory and Steve I wasn't about to do that.  Instead I chugged my beer some
more.


The beer was half gone.  I was feeling fine.  Cory put his hands under the
water and was moving them back and forth enjoy the water.  Again he
accidentally pumped my shaft. Twice! Maybe it was the beer, but I didn't
think it worth mentioning and didn't feel like moving away.


Steve looked over and said, "Last one to finish their beer gets the next
one." I chugged like there was no tomorrow; I did not want to saunter
around with a hard. With a large belch I slammed my can down, actually
remembering to dent it so it would crush easier. Steve was a heartbeat
behind me and Cory finished last.


Without a word, he stood up out of the water.  Suddenly Cory's crotch was
at eye level. And he was boned. His dark bush framed his balls, which
looked like two flesh walnuts hanging from the base of his cock. The shaft
itself must have been 6 inches or more.  I'd never seen anyone's boner but
my own and I just stared. I was definitely feeling the effects of those two
beers, seeing as I had again slammed over half of one.


Almost of its own accord, I felt my hand start to rise as if I wanted to
grab hold, but I stopped myself and covered by moving my arms around in the
water.


"Sorry, bro, but Brooke gets me hot," Cory said with a wicked smile.  He
walked across the hot tub to the steps and walked, boning for all the world
to see, over to the fridge and grabbed 3 more beers.  He set them on the
top of the table and walked over to one of the cupboards and opened. I
couldn't see what he was doing.


Steve laughed at Cory's comment as if there was an inside joke that only
they knew.  "Don't worry Cory, you're not the only one hard."  I thought at
first Steve was talking about himself, (which I'm sure it applied), but to
my shock, he reached over and did a cup check on me.  "Our little bro here
is sport wood as well."


Steve laughed and leaned back.  "Hey, Cory, we've seen all the good stuff
in this movie, why don't you switch it out with Risky Business."

"Sure thing, hoss." Cory walked over to the TV and switch out tapes. He
then walked back to hot tub with the beers. He carried them all in one
hand. In the other he had 3 shot glasses filled with a dark liquid.  His
manhood had deflated quite a bit.


He sat one beer and one shot glass by each of us.


"Alright, little bro, it's time to introduce you to a little test of
manhood.  This dark liquid is called Jaegermeister.  If you're a real man,
you'll be able to down the whole thing in one gulp."


Risky Business started playing in the back ground.


"What? I can't drink that stuff, it's hard liquor."  My mom had her limits.


"We're only going to do one shot. It won't hurt you." Steve encouraged.
"Here, I'll show you."  With that he bent his head back and slammed the
Jaeger back.  His face grimaced slightly, but then he grabbed his beer,
which he had opened previously and gulped half the can down.


"Your turn."


I picked up the shot glass and gazed at the contents.  Cory grabbed my beer
and popped the top.  "You'll want that ready," he said.


Before I could think about it too long, I slammed it back like it was some
horrible tasting medicine....Which it was.


I almost retched.  Cory handed my the beer and I chugged it, just to get
the taste out of my mouth.  My stomach was on fire, and I could feel this
glow spreading from my stomach to my entire body.


Cory and Steve were laughing.  After a couple of minutes, things seemed to
settle down, and I was starting to feel really strange -- a little fuzzy
maybe.  I realized that when we had all sat down, the gaps between us had
disappeared.  I think I felt Cory's hand rubbing against the inside my
thigh, even occasionally rubbing up against my balls, but I was floating
too much to really notice.


Steve spoke up, "Oh man, this is my favorite part in the movie."  Tom
Cruise's movie parents had just left the house and he was home alone.  Bob
Seger's Old Time Rock and Roll started playing and Tom Cruise began dancing
to it in his underwear.  As soon as he started, Steve got out of the hot
tub and began mimicing Tom Cruise. He must have seen this movie several
times, because he copied Tom almost exactly, even at the point when Tom was
on his back, throwing his legs up in the air.  Only without any underwear
his pecker was whipping around all over the place.


Cory and I were laughing our asses off.


Until, I suddenly wasn't feeling well. "Uggh, I'm feeling a little woosy,"
I said.  I stood up, and the world started to spin.


Cory came over to my side, and said, "Take it easy."  He lead me out of the
tub.  Grabbed a towel and dried me off. He led me over to one of the
couches and lowered me down.  "Why don't you lie here for a moment."


I blacked out almost instantly.


I'm not sure if this next part was real or a dream.  But at some point
later I think I woke up smelling smoke.  There was an acrid sweet smell and
a fruity sweet smell.  I opened my eyes and saw Cory and Steve sitting on
the couch across the way by the wall screen.  This was known as the smoking
couch, because if you smoked you had sit by the big screen, so most of the
smoke would go outside.


They had a couple of candles lit.  My mom loved fruit scented candles so
that was the one smell.  They must have been smoking cloves, which would
account for the sweetness to the acrid cigarette smoke.


Steve was sitting back against the back cushion of the couch.  He legs were
spread, so I had a clear view of his crotch.  His blonde pubic hairs were
nearly invisible.


What surprised me was that Cory was snuggled up against him like you might
expect a guy's girlfriend to do.  He too was naked.  His legs were folded
up beneath him as he leaned against Steve.  His penis and balls were
scrunched up in his midriff and I could just see the head of his cock
poking out of his dark bush.  One of his hands was lightly caressing
Steve's smooth chest, occasionally lowing down into his crotch.  Every time
his hand went down to the nether regions, Steve would sigh a slight
contented shudder.


"So what do think is up with Tanner?" Cory mused.  "Think he might be
interested in playing someday?"


"I think he's got a man-crush on Conner Freeman. Didn't you notice how he
went from bubbly to almost depressed yesterday when Conner didn't show?"


Cory gave a slight chuckle. "Yeah, maybe in a couple years when he's older
we can sound him out."


"Enough talk about Tanner, bro. Enough talking period, how bout you put the
pretty mouth of yours to another task."


Cory smiled.  His hand dipped down more purposely and was indeed playing
with Steve's cock.  It began to grow. Moments later, Cory slipped off the
couch and between Steve's knees.  HE TOOK STEVE'S HARD MEMBER IN HIS
MOUTH!!!


I almost rolled off the couch in amazement.  Steve threw back his head and
sighed deeply. My eyes had gone wide open.  Steve began to mutter, "Oh
Cory, yeah, that's it.  Oh man that is amazing. .." This kept up for about
5 minutes.  Steve's mutterings became more insistent, his voice a little
louder.  Cory's sucking became more demanding.  Steve began bucking his
hips.  He had placed his hands on Cory's head and started massaging his
scalp.

Finally, with a loud cry and final buck of his hips that he held, Steve
shot his load into Cory's eager mouth. Cory remained in place, suck the boy
juice out of Steve until he pulled up on Cory, probably because he was
becoming sensitive.



I saw Steve lower his head and I snapped my eyes closed so that they
wouldn't think I had seen them.  But then I realized that I had to piss
like a race horse.  I decided to play the obliviate.  I rolled over and
made a loud stretching groan sound, like someone does who's going from a
deep sleep to being awake.  I heard a quick shuffle from Steve and Cory and
then opened my eyes.  Blearily I stood up and stumbled over to the
bathroom. I must have pissed for 20 minutes.  When I got out, Cory and
Steve were sitting on opposite ends of the couch smoking their
cloves. Apart from being naked, they looked like a couple of guys sharing a
smoke. Except I'm pretty sure I could detect a faint cum smell.


"Drink a large glass of water and take a couple aspirin," Steve advised.
You'll have to go to the bathroom in an hour, but then piss it out and
drink a large glass of water again.  Keep doing that all night and you'll
wake up tired, but you shouldn't be hung over.


Without a word, I took their advise.  I woke up 3 more times that night to
piss and drink a large glass of water, but it worked.  I woke tired,
hungry, but no discernible hangover.  Which was good, because that day
turned out to be very eventful for me and Conner.



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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.