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.
** 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.
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.
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.
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.