Tommy and Tanner

Tommy and Tanner Chapter 47

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This is not my first attempt at writing fiction. My longer stories on Nifty include: "Always and Forever" (March 25, 2004), "Jacob and Jacques" (May 30, 2004), "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "Tales from Bentonville" (November 16, 2008), and "Second Chance" (September 24, 2010) under "High School" and "Someone to Watch over Me" under "Beginnings" in the gay male section. There are a few short stories also: "Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 22, 2004 under "Camping", "Of Angels and Dragons" (November 8, 2008) under "Camping", "A Christmas Tale" (December 22, 2009) under "High School", "Brazil Affair" (October 1, 2010) under "Beginnings" and "Seth's Gift" (October 10, 2010) under the Science Fiction/Fantasy category.

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Tommy and Tanner, Chapter 47

The next morning, Tommy and Tanner were up ahead of everyone else. When they'd washed up in the pond, they started a fire for cooking breakfast. Like Tuck had the night before, they got it going with only one match. It was a point of pride for them too.

Andy and Devin arose next, then the three younger boys. Finally Chris and Drake made their appearance, yawning and smiling. Judging from their messy hair and sleepy appearances, it must have been a great night.

Tanner caught their eyes and made suggestive gestures with his tongue which only they and Tommy could see. His teasing brought even bigger grins to their faces.

The guys all pitched in to make breakfast or clean up after it. The morning was warm enough not to need any clothes, and no one seemed self-conscious about remaining naked. In fact, they were becoming quite comfortable with their natural state.

Jared asked for help with a little improvement he had in mind. Of course, he'd cleared it with Lee and Peter before beginning. The creek bed that ran through the property was usually dry when there was no rain - dry up to the point where it came to the north end. There a couple of small springs bubbled up out of the ground making it a live stream flowing into the pond and then down to wetlands a few miles away. Jared thought that they use could use rocks to build the small dam higher in order to make the pond both deeper and wider to be suitable for kayaks.

Over the years of plowing the fields that surrounded the woods, the farmer had piled along the edge any rocks that came to the surface – as they did nearly every spring. By now, there were a lot of them. Lee had requested that the most interesting ones be set aside for a natural stone fireplace if and when they built a cabin. But, any of the others could be used for Jared's project.

The boys began by sorting rocks and carrying the nice ones to the clearing near the well where Lee and Peter thought they'd probably build. The rocks that didn't make the grade for looks were hauled over to the dam site.

"We should have brought a wheelbarrow," Devin complained. "If I'd known I was going to be sentenced to working like a prisoner on a rock pile, I'd have thrown one in the back of my pickup."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Andy teased, making each word sound like a chicken noise. "I'll reward you with a massage later if your muscles get sore."

"If you're gonna do that for me, I'm sure I'll be aching all over," Devin grinned. "Just make sure you rub each and every muscle, especially below my waist."

"You can count on that!" Andy responded.

"Hey watch it!" Tucker cried. "That's too much information for this straight boy."

Their suggestive banter gave Jared a semi, but he didn't seem particularly embarrassed by it. His reaction was contagious, and Bobby began to chub up too. Tuck found an excuse to shore up the inside of the dam which put him more than waist deep in the cold water, making sure he didn't embarrass himself. Almost any mention of sex could affect a boy of that age, no matter what his orientation.

By lunch time, the guys had made quite a lot of progress. The pond was slowly filling up to a higher level.

Their lunch consisted of the rest of the hotdogs and salad from the night before. They again sat on their log stools.

"I think we need pictures of our weekend," Tanner said, producing a small camera.

"We can't be in them unless you promise they'll never be seen by our parents or siblings," Drake warned.

"I'll send them only to the guys here. I'm sure they'll all be careful. I think nude pictures are okay as long as they aren't pornographic."

"Okay, but you have to be in them too," Chris said. "Why don't you tie the camera to a branch or something and use the timer?"

"Good idea," Tanner agreed. "Let's take a few long sticks and some twine and make a tripod."

Tommy, Jared, Bobby, and Tucker began making a tripod while Tanner took a few random, non-posed shots. He made sure to get some pictures of them assembling their makeshift invention.

Then, everyone got into a group with the sun shining on them and the tents and pond as a backdrop. Tanner set the timer and hastened to slip into the place Tommy had held for him. Everyone made the peace sign and smiled. The pose turned out great.

Tanner rearranged the guys and took a couple more. He wanted everyone to have their junk visible in at least one of the photos.

They all posed for some shots of working on the dam before the photo session was over.

"No more work today!" Jared announced. "We're going to sun, explore, splash in the pond, or whatever we want to do."

A cheer went up from the rest.

"Thank you for setting us free, kind master," Devin joked.

"Don't be a smarty or I'll have to chain you to a tree," Jared giggled.

"Oh, please, master, please chain me up!" Devin continued.

"Stop flirting with the kid or you won't get your massage," Andy threatened.

Devin quit his teasing and everyone began to disburse.

Tommy and Tanner decided to lie in the sun first and play in the water later. Andy and Devin joined them. Tuck and Bobby jumped into the pond feet first to check the depth. They didn't want to dive in and chance a neck injury. Jared cannon-balled into the water, splashing anyone nearby. Drake and Chris went exploring up the dry creek bed to the north, beyond the property where it meandered through the fields.

"I wonder what they'll find up there," Tanner smirked.

"Each other's dick," Andy guessed. "I'm glad they're getting the chance to play. I don't think the rest of us know how lucky we are."

"True," Tommy agreed. "At least they'll be rooming together in college. That should be a good experience."

The three younger members of the group were having a ball in the pond. It wasn't as cold as one might think because the afternoon sun tended to warm it up despite the chilly spring water that fed into it. It was also remarkably clear. Other than the possibility of pollution from farm chemicals, it looked pure enough to drink.

The clarity of the water allowed the boys to see their friends' dicks easily. That led to a certain amount of grab-ass that Tuck seemed comfortable participating in. Of course there was splashing and dunking too. It was good that there was a constant inflow of water or they might have taken the level down with the amount they put on the ground.

Their supper that night was baked potatoes and steak. They'd brought the steaks frozen so they wouldn't spoil. There were grapes and an apple apiece in place of a salad.

After more camaraderie around the campfire, the boys again headed off for their sleeping bags. Tuck told his tent-mates that he was going to take a 15 minute walk in the moonlight and that they should enjoy their privacy if they wished.

Bobby got bold and said maybe they could all take a walk and jack off in the moonlight together.

"Sorry, I'm not going to touch another boy anymore," Tuck told him.

"Would you freak out if someone else touched you if you didn't have to return the favor?" Jared asked nervously.

"Uh, uh, I d-don't know," Tuck stammered. "Wouldn't that be gay anyway?"

"I don't think so," Bobby replied. "Jared and I would like to make you feel good if it's okay with you. You could close your eyes and pretend it was a girl."

"Maybe," Tuck's resolve was weakening. "I'm not sure I want to."

His unruly boy part was belying his words as it swelled up to a size that most any grown man would be proud of.

Despite his hesitation, Tuck followed his friends toward the north end of the woods where they stopped in a grassy spot. Bobby laid a blanket down and asked Tuck to lie down in the middle of it and close his eyes.

Tucker did what Bobby wanted and waited in anticipation for a few seconds. Then he felt hands caressing his body all over. Someone was working up the inside of his legs while someone else massaged his chest and abs. Despite having cum about 24 hours ago, he felt like he was going to burst.

But the best was yet to come. Just when he thought it couldn't get better, he felt a hot, wet mouth sucking on his left testicle. Then another mouth engulfed his throbbing cock. He'd barely been able to croak out a warning that he was cumming, when the explosion hit him.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" he gasped as two tongues cleaned up his offering.

In the afterglow, two boys put their heads on his chest and he found himself cuddling both of them close to him. They remained that way for several minutes.

"Was it okay?" Jared asked. "We didn't mess you up did we?"

"No, it was more than okay. I've never felt anything like it in my life!"

"Not even Monica?" Bobby asked.

"She didn't come close."

"Are you still sure you want girls?" Jared grinned.

"Yup, but I might like an occasional boy as well," Tuck admitted. "I've heard that people can be bisexual. Maybe that's what I am. I know for sure I want to get laid by a girl, but that was great too. I guess I should go back to the tent so you guys can get off too."

"You can stay and watch if you want," Jared invited.

Tuck didn't participate, but he stayed.

The guys remained at the acreage until after lunch on Sunday when they struck camp and reluctantly put their clothes on to return to Middleton. They promised to do this again whenever they got the chance.

The following Friday evening, Tim, Melody, Chris, and Drake drove in Drake's car to DeKalb for orientation. Chas and Mindy would be attending the university with them in the fall, but were scheduled for orientation a week later. They had all requested the same dates, but things had been screwed up on the university's part. Luckily, the couples weren't split up from their boyfriends or girlfriends in the scheduling snafu.

Their Saturday was going to be heavily scheduled, leaving little free time for exploring the community on their own. However, everyone was determined to make the most of the opportunities available.

Melody was housed in a dorm room with a girl she didn't know. The room was rather like the one she might share with Mindy in the fall. Chris, Drake, and Tim were put into a crowded one with two bunk beds. The university officials were trying to cut costs on orientation and seemed to think that guys didn't need as much space or privacy. Chris and Drake were quite disappointed because they'd hoped to possibly have a chance to sleep together at least.

Sensing their plight, Tim said he'd be happy to go out somewhere with Melody so they could do what they pleased. They blushed at his suggestion, but were elated until a fourth roommate showed up.

Carter turned out to be the penultimate redneck type and began making unpleasant remarks as soon as they'd all exchanged names. He started by boasting about all the pussy he was getting and kind of challenged the others to brag about their conquests.

"Aren't you gettin' any or don't you guys dig chicks?" he scorned.

"I have a girlfriend that I care a lot about, but she's not a `chick' as you put it and it's no one's business whether or not we're sexually active." Tim said quietly.

"Humph, I'll bet your supposed girlfriend is a boy and you probably bend over for him every night."

"She isn't, but it wouldn't be any of your concern if she were." Tim smiled mirthlessly.

"It would be my business if you're a fairy. I hate queers! You other two are awfully quiet. I'll bet you're not talkin' because you're fags!"

Having had quite enough of Carter's attitude, Drake decided to really piss the boy off.

"Chris and I ARE dating, if that's what you want to know. We care for each other and don't want to hide our orientation or brag about how often we make love. I think that would be rude and disrespectful."

"Are you sayin' I'm rude?" Carter scowled.

"If the shoe fits, wear it," Chris said.

Carter took a swing at Chris's face, but his arm was stopped midair by Tim who had anticipated the move.

"Settle down. There's no reason to get physical. We need to try to get along if we're going to be rooming together for a couple of nights. I'm sure you don't mean things the way they sounded."

"I meant every fuckin' word and I'm not sleepin' with fags! I'm gettin' a different room or I'm not stayin'!"

Carter rushed out the door and Tim followed him down to the table in the lobby where they'd obtained their room keys. He wanted to make sure the boy turned in his key and wouldn't be able to come back to harass them in the night.

Carter pushed his way to the front, demanding a room change. The RA in charge told him to get to the back of the short line and wait his turn. He wasn't going to do it, but two big college seniors who'd been leaning against the wall behind the resident assistant escorted him.

When he got his turn to talk to the RA, he loudly demanded that he needed a new room away from fags and perverts. On being informed that there were no other accommodations, he threw the key on the table and stormed out of the building.

"What may I do for you?" the RA asked of Tim who was still standing there.

"Uh, Thanks, but I think you've just done it. That dirtball was rude to my friends and me who were assigned to the same room. He started out by talking dirty about the girls he is supposedly bedding, and called us all "fags" when we didn't join in. Personally, I don't treat women that way."

"Good for you! I'm with the LGBT organization on campus and I won't have gays spoken of in those terms either. He left so fast that I didn't have a chance to give him my standard lecture."

"Thanks for supporting gays! I have two brothers who are out and proud, so dirts like Carter rub me the wrong way too. I tried to give him a chance to back off because I didn't think it would be nice to pound the crap out of him my first day on campus."

"Confidentially," the RA said in a near whisper, "I might have been able to have found him another room if he hadn't been such an asshole. I hope he's pissed off enough that he'll go to some other school. We don't need his type polluting our campus!"

Tim headed back up to tell Drake and Chris the good news. He then told his friends that he was taking Melody for a walk to explore the campus and wouldn't be back for at least an hour. He invited them to join in unless they had other plans. They thanked him for the invitation, but said that they would find some way to entertain themselves. All were grinning as they spoke.

Saturday was a whirlwind of activities. The four met for breakfast in the cafeteria before going to the large-group meeting in an auditorium. The place was packed, so there was no way to see if Carter was present or not.

After receiving large packets of information and hearing several deans drone on about the reputation of the school and the opportunities it offered, students split up to go to various buildings to listen to more speeches from those in charge of major areas.

Tim and Melody went to the college of education and had one session in common before she went to the elementary division and he to the secondary.

Chris and Drake went to the college of engineering, but since they weren't exactly sure which branch they'd ultimately go into, they stuck with the group who went to hear about the electrical engineering program. That was their choice at the moment.

At lunch time, they left campus, grabbed a hamburger from a drive-through, and went to a bank to open a joint account. The agent who helped them commended them on banking locally, and quickly set things up. When she asked if they'd like a parent's or guardian's name on with theirs, they both declined.

The afternoon was also busy, but it was mostly more of the same general information and a tour of some of the dorms and other facilities.

The guys and Melody were all impressed with the new workout complex which included a large weight room, aerobic equipment, two pools (one Olympic sized), courts for basketball and volleyball, a rappelling wall, and various steam rooms, saunas, and whirlpools. Some of the latter were coed, but there were also same-sex amenities connected to locker rooms.

The place had opened barely a year before and so was sparkling clean and in perfect condition. It was being used by a number of summer school students with bodies that were to die for. The scene looked like a Hollywood set or a commercial staged by an advertising agency to impress prospective customers.

All meals had been included in their orientation fees, so the kids decided not to spend extra bucks on going out for dinner. The food turned out to be quite tasty, but one of the older students who was in line with them warned them not to expect high quality meals to continue once the school year began. He said that parents' weekend and homecoming would be as good or better, but to get use to gruel the rest of the time. Although they realized he was pulling their leg a bit, they also suspected there was a good deal of truth in what he said.

Tim and Melody chose to go to the dance mixer after dinner. Tim persuaded Drake and Chris to join them for a while to be sociable, but reminded them that there was no reason they couldn't disappear after they'd made a few new acquaintances. They chose to follow his advice.

Sunday morning was pretty much free time. They might have visited a local church, but went to exercise at the impressive new facility instead. They packed up midmorning, and headed home after a fairly good lunch in the cafeteria.

Drake dropped Tim and Melody off at her house and then proceeded to Chris's place. When they got there, they found a note telling them to come to Drake's house because the families getting together for ice cream and cake.

The boys thought it a little strange since their parents barely knew each other, but hoped it might signal a new chapter in their lives. Perhaps the `rents would form a bond, making it easier for them to come out later.

Drake's sister, Cathy, met them at the door with a smile. She told them that their families had figured out that they were closer than two buddies normally were, and that she'd convinced them that in the 21st century they should accept the guys as boyfriends. Both boys sighed with relief and hugged her. She led them to the backyard where everyone was assembled.

"I've told them the good news and I think they should share a kiss to celebrate."

The boys looked each other in the eyes and melted into an embrace. Just as they were about to kiss, Drake's mother's strident voice destroyed their mood.

"Faggots - disgusting faggots! I knew it was true. The sight of you hugging like that makes me want to puke!"

"What?" Drake cried out. "What's going on?"

"Chris's little brother, Jake, heard rumors at scouts about the boys you've been hanging out with and told us. Cathy was good enough to help smoke you out." Drake's father said. "Now you have a choice to make. You can stop seeing each other and have us pay for your education or you can get your stuff out of the house in the next hour and go it on your own. Too bad the first semester's already paid for!"

"That's not fair!" Drake exclaimed. "What makes you think you can change us by separating us?"

"We probably can't, but there are `boot-camps' that claim to have a high success rate in making guys straight. They're pricey, but we're willing to spend the money."

It was then that the boys looked tearfully into each other's eyes and finished the kiss they'd begun before Drake's mother interrupted them.

"I love you more than anything," Drake said audibly, for all to hear.

"I love you too," Chris echoed.

Amid the yelling about how disgusting they were, Chris and Drake went up to Drake's room to begin packing the things that weren't already in boxes. As they carried his clothes down to his car, they realized that Chris would need to go home to pack immediately if they were going to make the deadline. Drake was ready to take him when Chris's mother came out to the driveway.

"Give me the keys to your car, Chris."

"No, it's mine! My grandparents paid for it."

"Maybe, but my name is on the title and it's not yours anymore."

"Shit!" Chris screamed. "You fucking bitch!"

His mother slapped him and grabbed for his keys which he kept from her.

While this was going on, Drake called Devin to enlist his aid and his pickup. Chris took the car key off his ring and threw it in the flowerbed where his mother would have to search for it.

"You can have the damn car, but I need this other key to get into the house to get my things. I'll leave it in the kitchen garbage can because I'm never going back into that house again!"

Devin and Andy arrived a few minutes later. They decided that Andy would stay to help Drake while Devin took Chris to get his stuff. On the way, Chris called Tommy to see if his parents would take them in for a couple of days until they could make arrangements for a place to live. He was considering living at a campground somewhere to save money now that he and Drake had a tent and would need to watch every penny.

While Devin and Chris were filling the back of the pickup, Chris's phone rang. It was Tommy saying that they were welcome at his house and could share their room until school started if need be. They were to bring all their worldly possessions and store them in the garage where Tim usually parked. Everything had been cleared with all involved.

Chris's parents arrived shortly after he and Devin got there. They kept watch to make sure Chris didn't take anything that he wasn't entitled to. He wouldn't even look at them, but pretended they didn't exist. After a while, his mother got tired of it and went off to the mall. Immediately, the atmosphere felt less oppressive.

Chris had long thought his father might side with Drake and him, but apparently that wasn't to be. However, his father and Jake carried down some of the packed boxes. Jake sidled up to Chris when they were alone for a minute.

"I'm sorry I told about Tommy and Tanner. It was big news to me because they never acted like fairies and I blurted it out before I thought. That led to this mess, I guess. I didn't mean to screw up your lives," he said quietly. "You never seemed queer either."

"It's okay, Jake. I knew we couldn't keep our secret forever. I'm almost relieved it's over."

"You don't hate me?"

"No, Buddy, I couldn't do that. Now Drake's sister is another matter. She set us up on purpose."

"Yeah, I heard she's getting a new car for it."

"Judas bitch!"

"Who's Judas?"

"Only the guy that sold out Jesus for a few pieces of silver."

When Chris's father had half a minute with him away from Jake, he too expressed regrets.

"You know your mother is nuts. She doesn't believe in God, but she still hates gay people. I'm not sure why, but I'm sorry. I feared this would happen and that's why I kept bugging you to date girls, for cover at least. I'll send you money when I can. I have some hidden so she can't clean me out completely if I ask for a divorce. She'd do that!"

"Thanks, Dad. It makes me feel better knowing you don't hate me. I still wish you had the balls to stand up to her."

"I'm sorry son; I can't until I'm in a better situation financially."

Amazingly, both Chris and Drake managed to get all their things out of their respective houses in less than an hour, thanks to the help of their two friends.

Authors notes: Thanks to the following people who wrote to me since last posting: Walt S, Jim C, Rutabaga, Tony W, Roger L, Danny A, Ric E, Ott H, Bill K, Archie, Tim K, Caleb, Jim W, JTR, Peter H, Ron C, Trish R, Bert H, Paul R, and RC. If in the disruption of travels I have left anyone out, I do apologize!

Some of you who don't live in the US are curious about s'mores. That's a contraction of "some mores." So, I providing the "recipe" such as it is:

S'more recipe: You need too graham crackers, one large marshmallow, a piece of Hershey's milk chocolate bar (four squares). Toast the marshmallow to desired brownness and place it on a graham cracker. Put the chocolate on top of the hot marshmallow and use the other graham cracker on top to squish it down into one gooey mess, being careful not to break the crackers. Enjoy!

Again I hope you all have a good holiday season, whatever ones you are celebrating.

David.