Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 14:17:41 -0500
From: Brian Tanner <btanner72a@gmail.com>
Subject: Safe Home Pt 4

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 3 ...


Conner caught me looking, "You white boys are all alike." He gave a short
laugh and smiled again.  "Come on, lets get showered." And with that he
walked in the shower area and I heard 2 shower heads get turned on.

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*** Sorry to be a tease (OK, I'm not sorry :) ), but this story doesn't
proceed where I'm sure you all were thinking, (At least not yet!). I
haven't shared with you much about Conner's background. That's intentional,
as I didn't know much about Conner yet, and what I did, well I'll share
that with you in the next part or 2. But here's something I'll share with
you now. Conner is black. I don't really mean to make such an issue with
that, but you have to realize that in the 1980's the black population in
South Dakota was 0.5% and most lived in Sioux Falls on the other end of the
state.


Conner was the only black person in our entire county (probably including
the neighboring counties.) Conner was unique. But he'd lived here his
entire life and (unlike me) had attended the Cloud schools since
kindergarten. Everyone accepted him as one of the crowd.  Except he was
still black and Conner took that as a matter of pride. For example, back in
7th grade he sported an afro for a while. Currently his hair was worked in
to tight cornrows.


The kids in Cloud weren't racist against blacks, at least not in a hostile
way. Conner was treated as a "cause-celebrity" if you will. The kids could
hang out with him and affirm to themselves that indeed they weren't racist,
cause they liked the black boy. Which, looking back, I think is a form of
racism, cause they didn't seem him as exactly an equal. Sadly, there was
racism in Cloud, geared towards the Native Americans, but that doesn't come
in until later.

When Conner did his little dance, he was simply "showing off" his
blackness, if you will.  Everyone always said black guys were bigger and he
happened to be big (at least when soft, that is).  He confided to me at a
later time, that he had done the same little dance at the first baseball
practice last spring.  One the senior baseball players made a comment along
the lines of, "damn it is true about you black boys." Conner had been
embarrassed and he reacted as he always does when embarrassed, he made a
joke about it.  He gave a little dance and said, "you know it!"  ***


I followed Conner into the showers. He was at the center pole and had
turned on the shower head opposite of him. I probably would have taken a
shower head at a different pole, but since he had the one going I joined
him. We washed up in silence for a couple of minutes. By time I got under
the water, Conner had soap running down his entire body except his hair. I
found my eyes kept sneaking down to his jock.


Finally to divert myself, I said, "I hope you like spaghetti, cause that's
what I'm making tonight."


"You're making it? Like, from scratch?" he asked back.


"Yep. I can cook most anything."


"Spaghetti's cool.  So, what's through that door?" Conner pointed to a
metal push door on the wall between the two entrances.


"Oh, that leads to the hot tub."


"You have a fucking hot tub? Why aren't we in it? That's the shit after a
workout."


"Sorry man, but it's out of order. The pump's leaking and the plumber had
to order a replacement. Should be here by the end of the week."


Conner had finished rinsing off. He shut off his shower, walked over and
pushed open the door.  "Fucking A, bro, this tub is large. And this rec
room.... wow!"


*** My folks don't skimp.  When they get something they get something big.
The hot tub was a 12 person size, think of the size of one at most
hotels. On most Fridays, if she's home, she lets the ranch hands hang out
in the rec room. A lot of people who don't know my mom tend to think she's
stuck up and maybe even a little snobbish, but the truth is, she's the most
generous and kind hearted person around, once you get to know her.  She
just likes her house neat. (well pristine, actually). Most Fridays there's
3-4 of the college guys who hang out here.  The hot tub room is stocked
with a fridge, large screen TV (I think it was 32" -- pretty large for the
80's), pool table, a couple of couches.  The whole west wall was left open,
but for a screen to keep out flies and bugs. In the winter time, there was
a wall that would be put up to allow the rec side of the room to be heated.

My mom kept the fridge stocked with beer and pop. Friday nights she'd have
pizzas for the guys. Her only rule was the any of the guys (especially
those underage) who drank had to stay over night and no girls. We had a
couple of rooms over in the barn.  Before my dad died they were used during
peak seasons when the guys might work 18 hour days (when cows were calving,
for example). Now they would stay at the worker's ranch house down the
road. So, the rooms were now for the Friday night group. She'd let me hang
out with the guys, I could even have a beer or two.  (I'd discover this
coming fall that for at least 2 of the guys, they were perfectly happy
about the no girls rule, but that's another story :) ) ***


Conner closed the door and sauntered out of the shower.  I was right behind
him, having rinsed the soap off my body.  I pointed out where the towels
were and grabbed him a set of shorts and a shirt.  The shorts were cargo
shorts and the shirt was a polo with our ranch crest on it. It was a T and
a D melded together with Tanner Dirks Ranch looped around it. (Remember
Tanner's my middle name, not my last name, which actually isn't Dirks
either, but can't tell you all my secrets :) ).  The shirt was orange with
brown writing.  It really looked good on Conner, he looked like he could be
in an Izod commercial, sans alligator. He even flipped up the collar like a
proper preppie.


I had on a pair of cut off jeans and a T-shirt I had cut the sleeves
off. We entered into the house proper. The first room is the house laundry
room, followed by the kitchen. I grabbed some hamburger out of the fridge,
some tomatos, green and red peppers, and seasoning and went to work getting
the sauce ready. Conner asked if he could help and I gave him a knife to
cut up the peppers and tomatoes.


With the way he was gingerly using the knife, it was obvious he wasn't used
to being in the kitchen. "Don't cook much?" I asked.


"Sorry, Betty Crocker, but my dad and me tend to eat more canned foods and
manly meals like steak and potatoes." Conner smiled to show he was joking
and not being mean. Already his smiles would cause me to go weak in the
knees, but I wasn't ready to consciously admit what that might mean.


*** Another bit about Conner, he too only had one parent.  His mom (his
adoptive mom) died from cancer 5 years ago. He had 3 older brothers, but
they had been in their teens when Conner had been adopted and were now all
married and living on the coasts. ***


"And I thought a rancher would know how to handle a knife, don't you do any
butchering at your place?"


We bantered back and forth as guys will. I was really surprised how easily
we got along. Quite frankly, there had been another reason for my fear when
he'd shown up other than just the jock pecking order at school. My parents
have always given me a bad vibe towards Conner's family, especially after
Emily, his mom had passed away. Oh, nothing in what they said out right,
but in little things, like how we never worked together even though our
ranches were next to each other.


Also, their ranch had a edge to it, and I wouldn't say bad reputation
exactly but, everyone just knew that if you were a good ranch hand you
worked at Tanner Dirk, if you would a little shoddy, you worked at the
Double F -- Frank Freeman's ranch. Their live stock always fetched a little
lower price at the stock yard and just appeared a little more worn.


Even though he had never out right bullied me or even joined in the haughty
bantering of the football team, now that I thought about it, I still had
this impression that he'd be off-putting.  Amazingly, he was really fun to
hang with.


I got all the hamburger and pork sausage browned and put in a big kettle
with all the other ingredients. I turned the stove on simmer after bringing
it to boil.  It was about 4:30 now.


"This has to simmer for an hour, you like playing video games? I got a
Commodore 128 in my room."


"Awesome, what games you got?"


"I just got a new one called Bard's Tale, it's like Dungeons and Dragons."


"You like D&D? Man, I used to play that game with my brothers when I was
little, I haven't found anyone at school who like to play."


"I have most of the dungeons, there's a group I get together within Swifton
that plays.  You should come along some time."


"Maybe." Up til that point, Conner had been smiling and his face bright.
As soon as I mentioned going to Swifton with me, his face fell into a
grimace.  But before I could think to much of it, he changed the subject.
"Hey, let's go see that Bard's Tale game."


Off of the kitchen, on the opposite side of where we entered is the door
leading to a stairway to the second floor (to the right) and the family
(straight ahead). The master bedroom, along with a bathroom were located on
the far side of the family room.  My room was upstairs.  Since my mom slept
in the master bedroom, it was almost like having my own apartment. She
didn't insist on the same level of order on my floor, but wanted it
presentable.


Conner followed me upstairs. My room had at one time been two rooms, but
the middle wall had been knocked out so that I could have a larger room. I
had a queen size bed, made up with a star wars comforter.  My walls were
pained blue and had several movie posters hang up, including Return of the
Jedi, Goonies, Footloose, Karate Kid and Adventures in Babysitting. On my
dresser, I had several model star wars crafts I had built and numerous
pewter D&D figures.


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.


*** I'm a teenage boy living basically alone. It shouldn't take too much
imagination on how I spent some of my alone time :). Virtually every day
when I finished cleaning the kitchen, I'd come up and get ready for my work
out. Since I didn't want to get any of my clothes dirty from the clean up,
I would wear the ranch polo and shorts for lunch.  I'd come up here. Peal
them off so I was buck naked.


As I said before my hair is dirty light brown, crew cut. My eyes are brown,
my face smooth. I don't need to shave yet, and have only developed a little
amount of pubes above my dick and under my arms.. My balls had grown bigger
in the past half year or so but are still hairless.  But soft, my penis was
small. Like I said before, only an inch or two.  Yet, as is often the case,
the size that matters is the size that stands.


Once I'm completely naked, my hand finds the prize. I grab my whole package
and just massage myself. I found out it really good to put some pressure
behind my nut sack. It doesn't take long and the little guys starts to come
to life. He may be small at rest, but once I start paying attention to him,
he takes a life of his own. As the blood starts flowing down, he stands up
and takes notice.  By time my dick is full staff, he's a good 5 inches. And
has more than doubled in thickness.


I drool on my tip and rub the wetness in and begin the 5 knuckle
shuffle. My mind starts putting pictures in my head. It always starts the
same, I begin to picture Elizabeth Shue (Adventures in Babysitting and
Karate Kid, to begin with). She starts to undess herself and telling me to
do the same.  As my strokes begin to increase, she comes over and offers to
help me out. I spit some more on my engorged cock head as I picture her
mouth slowly engulf my shaft.


My mind lingers on this picture until the pressure builds to the point of
no return.  Since I know you guys will understand, I'll admit something
here.  Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, as I get more and more horned
up -- the image changes. It's no long Elizabeth who's sucking me off, but
Mark Hamill (aka Luke Skywalker). He's in that black jedi outfit from
Return of the Jedi.


Finally, when I can't hold it any long, I release.  Wham.  3-4 spurges of
spunk fly out of my pisser. I have my clean up rag in my other hand and
catch it all.  Since I normally put myself to sleep with a night time wank,
I'll leave it out when my mom's gone.  So there it was full in Conner's
sight. ***