Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 19:59:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting A Foster Kid VII

I am a little sad that I've reached the end of the tale. I've come to love
Tanner and Gillette but there isn't really that much more story to tell
aside from endless sex. Cave? Okay, yeah but really how exciting can that
be?  Of course I could get a scathingly brilliant idea and go on so who
knows? It could happen.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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For a couple of nights in a row the dogs barking had woke me up and of
course I had gotten out of bed to peek out my window and saw nothing. Then
one night, just as I had woken from the noise, I heard one of the dogs
start yelping and that clearly meant that he'd been injured. I got up,
threw on my cutoffs.

"What's going on Tanner," Gillette asked in a sleepy voice.

"One of the dogs got hurt, at least I'm pretty sure he did, I'm going to go
downstairs." Gillette got very excited, which actually turned out to be
fear.

"Don't go Tanner." I told him I had to and grabbed my rifle and started out
of the bedroom. Before I made it to the stairs he was behind me, pulling
his cutoff's on as he ran. I got out the back door, heard the whimpering
and headed in that direction, the rifle not quite at my shoulder. There
wasn't a whole lot of light and I guess I wasn't paying real close
attention because all of a sudden the rifle was ripped out of my hands and
the next thing I would remember was a loud crack, the most intense pain I
had ever felt in my right arm and then pain in the side of my head causing
me to see stars as I fell to the ground. I had no sooner hit the ground
when a similar pain exploded all along my right side.

"No, dad," I heard Gillette scream, "Stop. Don't hit him again." Still I
got another jolt of pain as I got kicked in my right hip. "Please dad, no
more, I'm begging you." Gillette was crying, almost sobbing.

"Begging me huh? You're begging me after what you've done. After what your
mother made me do." I was having a very difficult time following what was
going on. My entire body felt like it was on fire, jolts of intense pain
shooting from all different directions like bolts of lightning.

"Dad, please, no."

"I want you to come with me Gillette. I have a nice house on Antigua, on
the beach. You can learn to snorkel and skin dive. It'll be lots of fun."

"Dad, I have a home here, I'm in school and I'm playing baseball. I'm a
real good pitcher dad." Gillette's tone of voice had changed to one of
cheeriness and pride, although of course it was false.

"I know son, I've watched you pitch. You could play in the majors. I have
an apartment in New York, maybe you could catch the attention of the
Yankees or something." For some odd reason I focused on the multiple living
arrangements.

"Then stay here dad, get a house in town and watch me. I like it here, I
don't want to leave." That man's mood, which had seemed to be calming took
a drastic turn.

"Well you're fucking going to leave goddamn it." He kicked me in the ribs
again and I almost fainted from the pain.

Okay dad, okay, I'll go with you right now," Gillette was pleading. "Please
don't hurt anybody any more dad. Don't hurt Tanner any more."  The man
standing above seemed to contemplate things for a moment. In a calm voice
he said,

"Okay son, let's go.

"I want to run upstairs and get my mitt dad." The man's mood changed
immediately again.

"No, we have to leave now," he said sharply. "Come to me let's go right now
son."

"NO, dad," Gillette said with force. I'm going to get my mitt."  Gillette
started to turn and his father called after him.

"I'm going to count to 60 Gillette. If you're not back I'll fucking kill
him, believe me I will and I'll gut shoot him." As Gillette took off at a
run the man squatted down alongside me.

"I'm going to kill all of you, you know that don't you." I started to
cry. I couldn't understand what was happening or why and I was in a great
deal of pain. I didn't want to die, I didn't want my family to die but I
couldn't see any way out of it.

"I think that first though I'm gonna fuck your sisters, especially those
little twins. I'm gonna make you and your mother watch as I fuck their
tight virgin little cunts and maybe even their assholes. You understand
asshole fucking don't you boy. I think I'll make my son fuck one of them
first; give him a taste of good young pussy. That will show him that he
doesn't need to have a cock up his ass." I was shocked that the man knew
that Gillette and I had been playing sexy and he could see that I was
shocked.

"Yeah, I watched you fuck him the other night; you and the other boys. It
disgusted me. I goddamned near killed all of you that night but that would
have severely ruined my plans. It was me that the dogs were barking at that
night you dumb little fuck. You think you're so clever; Fran's son. Just
like your prick father but neither of you is that smart.  I got you and I
got your whole family and I'm gonna teach fucking Francis Goin a much
needed and long awaited lesson." His mood changed again, a little more
calm.

"Your dad's a spook, did you know that?  Of course you didn't because he
keeps secrets. Boy does he keep secrets. Your dad works for the CIA; he's a
real big deal with those people. They all think he's the king of spies. All
that geologist shit is nothing more than a cover so he can spy on the rag
heads, or whoever else uncle whiskers says needs to be spied on. But your
dad fucked me over and now I'm gonna give him the worse fucking he's ever
dreamed of. He will wish that he never heard of Jack Samson. I'm gonna love
fucking those little girls in fact I think I'll choke one of them to death
just before I cum. They say it's the ultimate orgasm. So you keep on crying
you faggot fucking pussy, your end is near. Hey, maybe I'll fuck you too
before I kill you." I heard the screen door shut and the man stopped
talking and stood up.

I was terrified, I was in incredible pain. I heard Gillette's footsteps in
the gravel. "I'm coming dad, I'm coming Tanner. Then he said something I'll
never forget. "Domo Tanner, rafe. Domo Rafe. Through the pain I wondered
why he was saying "don't move, ready aim fire," and he said it twice. I
turned my head to see him coming toward us, tossing his ball in his
mitt. His father was standing there, the rifle loose in his hands, the
barrel pointed casually to the ground. Gillette was about 25 feet from him
and in the blink of an eye Gillette wound up and fired the ball which
struck his father right between the eyes. He dropped my rifle and he cried
out as his hands went for his face. I heard Gillette yell,

"Now." And then the night turned into day. It was like I'd fallen asleep
and woke up to the noonday sun. The light was blinding and I was having a
difficult time seeing. Then, looking up through squinted eyes, I saw the
man's head explode and his body just collapsed to the ground in front of
me.

I must have passed out because the next thing I heard was Gillette saying
it was alright, that everything was gonna be alright. The next thing I knew
there was a lot of very strangely dressed people standing around me and I
heard words like kill shot and dead, and perimeter secured and other things
I didn't understand. The biggest and most prominent sound was a loud
whumping sound then another voice saying,

"Rest easy son we're gonna get you fixed right up." I felt a sharp prick in
my ass then the lights all went out. Somebody had given me a field pain
killer and just jabbed it right though my cutoff's.

The next thing I was aware of was soft voices and I slowly sort of came up
through a heavy daze and woke up, well, sort of woke up. I saw a face
looking down at me then heard someone say to get a doctor. It was kind of
like the movies because then a younger guy with a white lab coat and a
stethoscope hanging off his neck was looking down at me through a pair of
wire rimmed glasses.

"Can you hear me tanner," he asked in a soft voice. I nodded my head.

"My name is Doctor Hansen, you've had some serious injuries and are in the
hospital but you're going to be fine. Do you understand me? I nodded my
head and muttered something that sounded like yes. I felt another prick in
my butt and was gone again. The next time I woke up I was more aware of my
surroundings and within a few seconds of me moving my head my mom's face
appeared above me, looking down. In all honesty, she looked like shit. In
fact I had never seen her look worse.

"Hi baby boy," she said then tried to smile but didn't do a very good job
of it.

"Mom, what happened," I croaked. A nurse appeared immediately.

"Here Tanner, take a drink, your throat is dry." She held a plastic cup
with a straw in it and guided it to my mouth. I managed a couple of sips
then my head fell back on the pillow. I was fucking exhausted. A moment
later the doctor dude was by the bed and my mom was gone.

"How are you doing Tanner," he asked gently.

"I fucking ache all over," I mumbled and heard a slight gasp from out of my
line of vision. I found out later it was mom.

"No doubt; you've had a rough time," he said. "I want to do some quick
examinations, all right." I felt loopy as hell, dizzy, but said fuck
yes. He pulled the covers back and ran his fingers over my side which I
discovered was wrapped all to hell and gone in bandages. He examined my hip
without having to expose my cock and balls, not that I cared much if he, or
anyone else for that matter, saw them or not at that point. All the while
he was muttering to himself. I also discovered that my right arm was
immobilized and in a cast that went above my elbow. The doctor had me open
my eyes then pried them open and shined a little light in them.

"How's your head, does it ache at all." I started to shake it to say no but
that hurt like hell and I sucked in air through my clenched teeth. He told
me it was okay but not to move my head. Clearly he saw that it hurt. "Do
you feel like talking," he asked. I said yes, well I sort of said
it. Between the drugs and a severely dry throat it was difficult.

"You have a serious fracture of your right arm and will be in a cast for a
couple of months. I don't think we'll need to insert pins. You have had a
concussion and have 3 fractured ribs which, in the balance, are likely to
cause more pain than the arm. Your hip is bruised pretty badly but looks a
lot worse than it is and most likely that will be gone in a couple of
weeks. I want to keep you in the hospital another night then cut you loose
tomorrow. How is the pain?" I said that it hurt like hell to which he said
he could give me another shot of pain killer or give me something that
would make me a little less drugged. I went for option 2.

"You're a strong boy Tanner," he said, "You'll be up and running in no time
at all." That said he left and my mom took his place next to the bed. She
rubbed her hand through my hair.

"You are a very brave boy Tanner," she said. I could only nod my head.

"Is everybody okay," I asked although it certainly didn't come out quite
like that, and mom said yes they were. "Gillette," I asked.

"He hasn't left the hospital since you got here 2 days ago. Would you like
to see him? He's been worried sick for you, we all have." I nodded my
head. Mom disappeared and I closed my eyes and rested. A moment later I
felt movement and opened my eyes to see my sweet little lover boy standing
there. He pretty much looked like shit too. Gillette's hair clearly hadn't
been washed and his eyes were red rimmed but he smiled and that seemed
genuine.

"How are you doing Tanner?" I thought he was going to start crying. I said
I was okay but how was he doing?

"Better now."

"I'm going to run downstairs to the cafeteria okay," my mom said and both
Gillette and I nodded our heads but didn't look at her. We only had eyes
for each other.

"I was so scared Tanner, and so worried. He looked around then leaned down
and kissed me on the lips.

"What the sam hell happened Gillette? What he really gonna kill us?"
Gillette nodded his head.

"Yeah Tanner, he would have killed all of you. He was crazy as all hell
Tanner; my dad was fucking nuts-o."

Then he told me what had been going on for the past couple of
weeks. Gillette thought it might be his dad when he first found out about
the man that was watching him. He went straight to my mom and told her what
was happening and what he thought might be going on. Between them they
decided not to say anything to any of us because for one, they might be
wrong and for two, they didn't want us to worry. But also if it was him
they didn't want him to know that anyone suspected anything in case he
might really go nuts. Well, I figured what he did was about as nuts at it
gets. He was crazier than a shit house rat as my dad would have said.

So what happened was my mom got in touch with dad's office and they in turn
started making a bunch of plans to get us protected. Gillette said that
when he went to take his dump the morning we were out camping he saw what
looked like fresh footprints alongside the creek. Gillette and I had talked
before about neighbors and the fact that there was no reason for anyone to
be that far in on our property. Given all the things that had been going on
he knew it was his dad. He hadn't been sick that morning he'd been scared
and it gave him the perfect excuse to talk to mom privately since she was
already in the know.

When he went into the house to get his mitt and ball that night he told mom
it was going down and she did whatever she needed to do as her part of the
plan. I found out later that it was an electronic signal to let our
guardians know that the man was there and that it was a serious
threat. Gillette had a basic plan all along knowing that at some point he
would have to distract his father and hopefully, in the process, disarm
him, knowing that he would be armed in some way shape or form. So it wasn't
a ball that he clocked his dad with although that would have been more than
satisfactory, it was one of those practice rocks which we had gotten down
in the cave. Knowing how hard and fast Gillette could throw I was sure that
it broke the man's nose and maybe even fractured his face but nobody would
ever know because his head had been blown to smithereens. The bullet was a
front on face shot that had gone through Jack's hands and through the front
of his face, right where Gillette had hit him.

"Who shot him Gillette? I guess he's dead huh?" Gillette nodded his head.

"He's deader than fuck. A Navy Seal shot him. There have been a bunch of
them on the property since we got back from camping. The one who killed him
was up in the hay loft of the barn. That's part of why the dogs have been
barking. They knew the Navy guys were up there but I guess your dad or mom
told them the command to make the dogs to stand down which is why they
didn't make any more noise than they did." There was something that
Gillette said that was bothering me but I couldn't quite get it to
ripen. Then Gillette hit me with more bad news.

"Ziggy is dead Tanner. My dad hit him pretty hard and he died when they
were flying you to the hospital. The Navy medic tried to help him, and did
give him a shot but he didn't make it."

I'm sorry to say that the flying part had more impact that Ziggy's death,
at least in that moment.

"I flew. How?" The whumping noise I had heard had been a helicopter that
had been standing by some 20 miles away. They called it in as soon as the
threat was neutralized, their words, and flew me, mom and Gillette to the
hospital and had landed it in the parking lot. Gillette said it would have
been cool as hell if he hadn't been so goddamned worried about everything.

Gillette and I were kind of quiet for a bit then mom came back in the
room. Then a nurse came in and said she had to give me a bath so mom and
Gillette had to leave for a moment. She took out my catheter first which
was embarrassing enough but it was really embarrassing having a woman wash
my cock and my balls and my butthole and stuff. It didn't matter that she
was an older gray haired granny type either, my cock responded accordingly
and I got a huge boner . She was really nice about it and said that was a
little strange given the degree of pain medications I was on but not to
worry because it happened to almost every single guy she had ever had to
bathe. That didn't help necessarily but with a little wink she said I was
more gifted than most men she'd ever had to bathe. That helped a little. I
was still rock hard when she dried me off and got my gown back in place and
I was totally shocked when she said,

"Maybe your friend can help you out with that Tanner." I could feel my face
get red.

The Navy flew us home the next day in a helicopter and that was way
cool. Mom wanted me to stay in dad's office downstairs but I wanted my own
bed in my own room. I loved my sisters but I didn't want them traipsing in
and out all day long asking if I needed anything, which I knew beyond a
doubt they would do. Mom said she needed to take care of me and I said that
Gillette could do it. Mom wanted to argue about it and insisted that it was
her job and not Gillette's.

"Mom," I said a little more sharply than I intended, "Are you gonna wipe my
butt if I need it, are you help me in the shower? No. I know you want to
help and I really appreciate it but I don't need my mom seeing me naked and
stuff." She relented and allowed me to go up to my room. Of course she was
giving Gillette minute by minute instructions. I did ask her about Ziggy
and she said that she had called our vet who had come out and gotten him
and cremated him, bless his doggy soul. When I asked if we could get
another dog she said of course we could.

Gillette took great care of me. I didn't need him to wipe my butt but I did
need help washing my left hand cuz I kept getting shit on it when I did
wipe myself. I never realized how much people rely on their good hand. I
was still on heavy pain drugs, my ribs hurt like a mother fucker if I
coughed, tried to sit up, tried to force a piss or a shit and god forbid I
should laugh. I was drowsy from the drugs, I slept a lot, and Gillette and
I talked a lot.

He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his father had killed his mother
and set fire to the house. The whole thing about closets being safe was
because he learned early to hide in them. When he got older Gillette became
the person who interfered between his father and mother when his dad had an
episode and was likely to go off on everybody, mostly his mom. He tended to
beat her. Most of the time Gillette's dad listened to him, just like he had
the night of the accident, but sometimes he didn't. It had been horrible
the last time, the time that ended up in his dad going to prison but
Gillette wasn't quite ready to talk about that yet.

About the 3rd day after I'd gotten home Gillette had bagged my arm and was
giving me a shower. When he was washing my cock and my cock and balls I
felt myself starting to get a boner which hadn't happened since I was in
the hospital.

"Oh my Tanner," Gillette said, "he's awake, look at that." The thing rose
up like a demon out of the swamp and when Gillette asked if I wanted him to
do something about it I nodded my head. We got out of the shower and he got
me dried off and onto my bed where my boy started to work on me. He sucked
me off, licked on my balls and my butt hole but only for a second cuz it
hurt to keep my legs back. He kissed me hard on the mouth, much like Luke
had, then went back to sucking me then jacking me off. It had been over 5
days since I had last drained my heavy balls and I couldn't remember ever
having gone so long without shooting my sperm out and I was feeling really
good as I got closer, the best I had felt in days.

"Tighter, hold it tighter Gillette," I moaned, I'm gonna cum." Ho baby did
I ever cum. At first it was only like a droplet that sort of fell out of my
cock and then it was like a dam broke. A huge stream of sperm shot past my
head and hit the wall behind me, a whole bunch of sperm droplets falling
off onto my body as it went by. A second jet hit me on my forehead and
draped down my face and again, drops fell like rain on my body. 2 more huge
jets landed on my chest and then 2 more burped out onto my stomach, all of
them leaving little spermlets splattered all over the place. It was
amazing, even to me and one hell of a mess.

"Holy fucking shit Tanner," Gillette exclaimed, "that is one hell of a lot
of sperm." I was totally shocked at Gillette's words but was too busy
reveling in the exquisite feelings of the very best cum I had ever had in
my sperming life. Gillette kept on stroking me but slowed down some, cum
still oozing out of my cock, while I just tried to breathe without my ribs
hurting. I noticed that they didn't hurt as much while I was up in a fog of
hotness. Or at least I didn't notice it. Gillette quickly grabbed his cock
and stroked it a dozen strokes and shot his sperm out onto my
belly. Apparently he hadn't jacked off for 5 days either. It was pretty
sweet.

Gillette finally let go of his cock, went over and grabbed a piece of
clothing from the laundry hamper and started cleaning me off. He got about
half way done before we heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. He quickly
wiped the rest of my body off and threw the sheet over me and a second
later my dad came in the room. Gillette had barely gotten a towel wrapped
around his skinny waist and even then it didn't do much to hide his boner,
the lump quite evident, at least to me. My dad too I was pretty sure. My
dad; I had no idea he was coming home.

"Dad," I practically yelled and started to sit up then winced as pain shot
through my side.

"Relax son," he said as he approached the side of the bed. He looked at me
quizzically for a moment then leaned down and kissed me. "Just take a
shower?" I nodded my head. Dad then turned and hugged Gillette and kissed
him as well and thanked him for taking such good care of me.

"Very good care I would say," he said "except for that bit of hair
conditioner at the edge of your hairline." I felt my face go red and saw
Gillette look at the wall behind me and judging from the way his shoulders
slumped and the expression on his face I guessed that my cum was right
there in plain sight. Had I really looked I also would have noticed that
only a sheet was covering me so my boner was very well evident until it
finally went away.

"How are you boys doing," he asked. We both shrugged our shoulders and said
we were okay. "I'm very sorry about your dad, Gillette," my dad said
earnestly.

"I'm not," Gillette answered quickly and vehemently. "He was a crazy headed
asshole and I'm glad he's dead." Gillette was practically glaring as he
said it, his arms crossed defensively at his chest. Dad only nodded.

"So, I guess you both have some questions for me?" I did but Gillette
didn't. The gist of it was that mom had contacted someone, who contacted
dad. Dad had asked for help, from president Carter no less and the
president ordered a seal team to be detached to our house. When I asked how
they managed to get there without being seen my dad shocked the living piss
out of me by saying they came in through the tunnel, the cave.  There was
another opening some 5 miles or so away and they had hiked underground
through a large fissure that came out on the far side of the large pond of
water, the place we hadn't gone yet. Yes, of course he knew about the cave
system and of course he knew that Gillette and I had found it because there
were monitors down there that went off when the door between our house and
the barn was opened. We would talk more about the cave later, yes my mother
knew about it and knew that Gillette and I were down there and yes they
both knew about all the other secret passageways in the house and he would
explain all that later too.

When I asked if it was true that he was a spy my dad chuckled. "Well son,
we call it a field intelligence operator but I guess spy will do."
Gillette's father had been recruited about the same time as my dad but
somewhere along the line the man had gone off the deep end and was let go
from the government. When I asked him, dad said yes he really was a trained
geologist as well.

"How long are you going to be home for dad?" He said a couple of weeks at
least. We were finally out of Iran and he would need to be
re-assigned. After a bit of silence dad said,

"So, how long have you boys been having sex together?" He said it quietly
and I knew we weren't in any trouble but still Gillette and I all but
stared at each as if the end of the world was upon us.

"Uhhm, I don't know, uhm, since you were here before I guess. How did you
know?"

"Well, your mom actually brought it to my attention and how she knows is
simply by watching you two. Having been in love and seeing other in love
she says it's pretty clear although your sisters don't know or even suspect
because that sort of thing isn't apparent to them at their ages. Of course
that large glob of cum on the wall by your head says something since you're
right handed and that arm is incapacitated. It would appear that you were
backed up a little I'd say; unless of course you generally shoot like
that."

Despite my father's big grin I was embarrassed to tears and so was
Gillette.  I had no idea what to say. "Look, boys. It's okay. It appears
that you Gillette," he said looking at the boy, "completely adore Tanner
and it appears that he feels the same way. That coupled with the fact that
Tanner doesn't have a mean spirited bone in his body, and he looked at me
again then back at gillette, "tells me that you've entered into a
relationship of your own free will. And that's more than okay. Both your
mother and I understand the nature of boys and of boy play. Neither of us
are prepared or even care to put a label on it. We only ask that you be
careful and take care of yourselves hygienically." In other words check
your dick for shit after you fuck and wash a lot with plenty of soap and
water. Then Gillette surprised me.

"I love Tanner dad. This is isn't just boy play or about sex. I love Tanner
with all my heart." My dad extended his arms and Gillette went right to him
and the two hugged, very tightly. My dad's eyes were closed but I could see
water leaking out the sides. When he let go, he wiped his tears up and said
that we were both very, very lucky boys.

Dad looked at Gillette and said, "I hear you pitch a mean baseball son. I
hear that it was you that disarmed your dad and allowed the Seal to make
that shot." I swear to god Gillette looked at my dad and said, with a
deadly and defiant expression on his smooth face,

"Right between his fucking eyes." Then he added, "Dad."


The umpire threw his mask off, wind milled his arms as he took 2 sliding
steps to his left then jammed his arm across the front of his belly and
turning into a front stance in that direction, arm fully extended with a
finger pointing and screamed,

"Stee-rike 3." The crowd went completely nuts. Gillette had just thrown an
almost perfect game, allowing only a single hit. I raced onto the field
along with a million other people but I got there first. I slammed into
him, wrapping my arms around him and sweeping him off his feet. Well, I
wrapped my arms around him as much as I could with a cumbersome cast on
most of my right arm. I wanted to kiss Gillette but that wasn't going to
happen and then we were mobbed by his teammates, the players from the
opposite team, parents and onlookers. It was fucking crazy. Our parents
were right there too, along with my sisters and then camera crews from the
major networks.

It was a major goddamned shit-eree I tell you.


I finally figured out what had been bugging me about that whole night. I
mean; there were a ton of questions in my mind and maybe even other's minds
as well. There were plenty of "why didn't he..." and "what would have
happened if..." and things along those lines. I didn't dwell on it you
understand but it did come to mind from time to time.

So, the question that formulated itself was this. From where we were
laying, we weren't visible from the hay loft in the barn so a Navy Seal in
the loft couldn't have made that shot. I figured that someone else on the
ground had made it but there was no one to ask so I let it go. It wasn't
until a month or so later that I found and empty 30-06 cartridge in a
corner of my room. Gillette and I were going to re-arrange the room and he
had gone to the bathroom to take a leak.

It wasn't a Navy Seal that made the shot that killed Gillette's father. I
was my mom, firing from my bedroom window. And she never gave off a clue
that it had been her. I felt some sadness for her for having to kill
someone, someone she had known. I chose not to tell Gillette. There was no
reason to bring that up. I never let on to my mom that I knew either. But
I'll tell you what, my respect for her increased a great deal on that day.