A Safe House, Chapter 3

While Keenan and I talked and slept in the sleeper, Ben and Jack took turns driving their truck straight through to California. They eventually stopped at an Amazon warehouse that was located in the outskirts of Fremont, a city in the South East section of the San Francisco Bay Area. In only a few minutes the Amazon trailers were disconnected, papers were signed, and we were on our way again.

Keenan and I had no idea as to where we were going. The first stop we made was at a fuel depot. From there we continued into the foothills just above the city. The truck tractor seemed light and agile as it made its way up a winding two lane road for about 3 or 4 miles. Finally we turned off the main road onto a private driveway where we drove about an 1/8th of a mile before we heard the truck engine slow, the airbrakes set, and then the engine shut down. Then we heard both doors of the cab open and close, so Keenan stood and went to the door so he could look out of the porthole. After a moment of silence, he said, “I think we’re here. And then he opened the door and Jack called for us to climb down. Once we were on the ground we found ourselves at an old two story farm house. It was in perfect condition, and seemed freshly painted white with grey trim. From its architecture I figured it had been built in the 1920, or 30’s. The truck tractor was parked on a cement slab that was situated under a metal roof. It was obvious that this structure had been built, not only to store the truck tractor, but also as a place where it could be washed and serviced.

Keenan and I were invited into the house, and were shown to a downstairs bedroom that we were told would be ours for as long as we wanted it. It was at that time that we learned that Jack had been born and raised in that house, and that at one time it had been part of a large produce farm. We also learned that much of its land had been sold off when Jack was a boy, and so now the house remained in the middle of a twelve acre section of what was left of the original farm. I can’t really explain it, but to me the history that Jack had just shared with us, as well as the house itself, all came together to cause me to have a wonderful feeling about finally being in California.

Keenan and I helped wash and service the truck tractor. Ben and Jack were both enthusiastic teachers, and so servicing the truck turned out to be fun. Then later Jack laid out our dinners and lit a gas fired barbeque so we could all cook our own steaks, just the way we wanted them. To Keenan and me, this all seemed all too perfect. It was like a fairytale that was too good to be true, something I feared could come tumbling down at any moment without warning.

Then, just after we finished cleaning up after our feast, Ben took Keenen by the arm, and asked if he could speak to him privately. I had no idea as to what that was all about, and it was obvious that Keenan didn’t either. They were gone a good thirty to forty-five minutes, and when they returned Keenan gave no clue as to what had been discussed. Somehow I got the feeling that after their talk, Keenan and I should simply take advantage of our good fortune while it lasted, but be prepared to move on when things fell apart. But before I had a chance to quiz Keenan about what he and Ben had talked about, Ben and Jack said their good nights, and ascended the stairs to their bedroom. Keenan and I went to our bedroom, and as soon as we were safely inside, I asked, “So what did Ben want to talk to you about?”

“You mean when he took me out to the barn?”

“Yea, what did he want to know?”

Keenan sat on the bed and looked to the floor, as he said, “He wanted to know about my father.”

“Your father? What did you tell him?”

“Everything. He wanted to know everything. How he treated me, how he whipped my ass with his belt, everything he did to me.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“Well, he was so nice that I told him the truth. I told him everything I told you. And then he hugged me, and told me that as long as we all stayed together, nothing like that would ever happen to me again.”

I thought for a few seconds, and then asked, “Did you tell him anything else?”

“You mean how my dad used to give me enemas, and make me hold them while he whipped me with his belt? Yea, I don’t know why, but I told him everything.”

Tears were welling in Kennan’s eyes, so I sat next to him and hugged him to my side, as I asked, “Didn’t you think he was being kind of nosey?”

“No. Like I said, he was really nice. If anything, I felt like he actually loved me.”

I hugged Keenan even tighter as I said, “Well, he kind of knows everything now...” and that was when Keenan interrupted with, “Yea, well he kind of knows even more, because he asked me what I thought about the whole enema thing. Please don’t get mad, Nate, because I told him that I learned to like them, and that I wanted you to do that to me when we get our own place.”

I was stunned, so I asked, “Why did you tell him that?”

“I don’t know. Probably because he was being so nice. Besides, it’s the truth.”

I kissed Keenan, and then looked into his eyes, and said, “Well it’s all water under the bridge, so let’s just forget it and see how this all shakes out.”

“Yea, but do you want to know what he said about that?”

“Yea, What?”

“He just said that we don’t have to wait. That we could do whatever we want while we’re here.”

I hugged Keenan to my side, and said, “Good, because now it’s time for you to let me love you the way I’ve dreamed of since the day I first saw you at the safe house.”

That was when Keenan produced the half used tube of KY that he had found in the truck’s sleeper. He said that Ben had given it to him when they were changing the bunk’s sheets, and that Ben had told him to make good use of it. I just looked at it for a few seconds, before saying, “Here, give it to me. I’m going to make good use of it in your asshole right now. I not only love you, but I really love your asshole when it’s all lubed up.”

Keenan handed the half used tube to me, as he said, “Okay, but save some for me. I want to fuck your cute little white boy ass too.”

I kissed Keenan and said, “I’d really like that, but I get to do you first.”

Keenan and I got undressed down to our T-shirts and underpants. Even though Ben and Jack had already retired to their upstairs bedroom, we left our underwear on to walk from our bedroom to the connected bathroom. That bathroom had two locking doors, one leading to our bedroom, and the other leading to a hallway that lead from the living room to the kitchen. Once inside, Keenan locked both doors while I turned on the shower. Then we both stripped out of our underwear as we waited for the shower to warm. I couldn’t keep my eyes from Keenan’s sexy body once he was naked. It was just so beautiful that I secretly wished we could both always go nude, even if that caused me to have a constant erection.

As soon as the shower warmed, I stepped in. Keenan started to follow, but I told him that I wanted him to try to use the toilet first, because as soon as we got out of the shower I wanted to fuck him real deep and give him a sperm enema. Keenan kissed me, and then sat on the toilet.

You might not think that would have been one of his more eye-catching moments. But to me Keenan was totally beautiful in an innocent and honest way. He tried and tried to move his bowels, but eventually gave up, saying that he didn’t think he had anything in him. As soon as he joined me in the shower, I thoroughly soaped him up while massaging his torso, cock, balls, and buttocks with a fresh bar of soap. Then I soaped my right index finger, and told Keenan to bend over so I could check his anus and rectum for myself. He kissed me, and then turned and bent to submit his asshole for my inspection. I loved looking at Keenan’s asshole as I eased my finger through his anus and fully up into his rectum to discover that it was totally devoid of any and all content. I announced that fact to him, but continued to fish around in his inner being while taking in and loving the wonderful muscular reactions of his contracting rectum as it responded to my invading finger. When I finally withdrew, Keenen stood, kissed me, and took my penis in his hand. He squeezed it while saying, “Now it’s my turn.”, and then he washed my body in much the same way as I had just washed his, including a thorough soaping and probing of my anus and rectum.

When we finished our shower, we dried each other off, and then cleaned and straightened up the bathroom so that it was exactly as we’d found it. Then we unlocked the door leading to the hallway and returned to our bedroom. Once in our bedroom, Keenan kind of dove on our bed, landing on his tummy so that his sexy buttocks were fully on display. I was so drawn to his milk chocolate buttocks that I immediately bent to kiss and lick his well-muscled butt globes as my penis began to stiffen.

I fucked Keenan that night, and he fucked me. But more importantly, we made love to each other. It was as if I truly learned the meaning of love that night as we hugged, kissed, caressed, and comforted each other in the warmth of our new bed.

I awoke the next morning totally relaxed in an almost magical bliss. I looked to Keenan to take in his sleeping face and then carefully moved down under the covers so I could take his cock in my mouth. He was already erect, I presumed with a morning hard-on. I first kissed its tip and then sucked it fully in my mouth, which almost immediately cause Keenan to wake up and then to stretch his body out. I continued to suck on his cock as I began to work a finger into his anus, an act that I knew would bring him to an almost immediate orgasm. And seconds later he proved me right as he treated me to a gift of pure white boy cum. I suddenly felt that was a wonderful way to start my day, and so continued to work his cock over with my tongue as I continued to work my finger in his anus until I heard Keenan’s breathing return to normal. It was then that I scrambled up to kiss him; to hug and hold him in such a way that he would know how much I loved him. Keenan’s tongue fished all through my mouth as if in search for a taste of his cum. He was so turned on that he immediately wanted to fuck me, but I held him tight and said that I just wanted to love him, that he could do whatever he wanted to me that night, but at that moment I just wanted to hold, hug, and kiss him.

That night Keenan did fuck me, and as soon as he ejaculated, I fucked him back. I quickly learned that rectal intercourse was the most sexually satisfying thing we could do for each other, as well as for ourselves.

Two days later Ben took the truck tractor by himself to make a short haul for Amazon. Jack stayed back so Keenan and I helped him with chores around the property. Then at noon he surprised us by installing a locking door knob on our bedroom door. When I asked why, he simply explained that he and Ben wanted us to feel like our room was our private space, and so having the ability to lock our door was just part of that. Keenan and I both thanked him. I wanted to say more, but as hard as I tried I couldn’t think of anything more appropriate than the simple thanks we had already offered.

Ben and Jack continued to do both big and small things to accommodate Keenan and me. They even took us clothes shopping, and insisted on paying for everything even though Keenan and I told them about the money the Unitarians had given us. So without being asked, Keenan and I continued to lend a hand at making things better around their house and property. We prepared meals; we vacuumed their carpets; we washed and put away the dished; and we helped wash and service the truck tractor after every trip.

Then about a week later, when we were just finishing our dinner, Ben asked that we wait at the table as he had something for us. Neither Keenan nor I had any idea as to what Ben’s “something” might be. But when he returned to the kitchen table we saw that he had a gift wrapped box. That really caused me to wonder what was up as I knew it wasn’t either of our birthdays. So I looked to Ben and asked, “So what’s this all about, Sir?”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s just a little gift from Jack and me, to show you that we really care about you.”

That was when I said, “We care about you too. We’re really trying to do our part around here, but we didn’t get you anything.”

Ben laughed, and said, “Well Jack and I aren’t expecting anything. But if you wanted to do something for us, we would both like for you both to stop calling us sir.”

“Okay.” I said, “I guess we could call you Ben and Jack if you like?”

Ben looked at me, and said, “That would be fine. But if you really want to make us happy, you could start calling us both, Dad.”

Keenan looked at Ben, and said, “But I’m black. Wouldn’t that make people think something isn’t right about that?”

Jack chimed in for the first time, and said, “Screw what other people might think. The only people who matter to us are sitting at this table.”

Then Ben said, “You don’t have to call us Dad if it makes you uncomfortable, but if you’d like make us happy, being called Dad would please us the most.”

Then Jack spoke up, and said, “If calling us Dad doesn’t seem right to you, then you’re really not going to like this next part.” He then hesitated for a second before going on to say, “Because California has a thing called ‘Adult Adoption’, we’ve been thinking that if it’s okay with you guys, we’d like to adopt you. You don’t have to decide right away, but we would both like for you to at least give it some thought.”

Then Ben handed the wrapped box to Keenan, and said, “Here, this is for you both.”

Keenan and I both had tears in our eyes, as Keenan said, “But I don’t know what to say.”

Jack laughed, and said, “Just open the present, Son.”

Keenan shook the box. It emitted a muffled shuffling sound that didn’t offer a clue to its contents. So he pulled the ribbon from the box, and then tore the wrapping paper to expose a section of the box’s lid. I didn’t have a chance to see anything before Keenan stood and hurriedly left the room with tears streaming from his eyes.

Jack looked to Ben, and said, “I told you that might be a bit too much for the boys to take in right now.”

Instead of answering Jack, Ben asked me if I would go to Keenan and make sure he was okay. I started to rise from my chair when Keenan re-entered the room with the still partially wrapped box. He put it on the table, and then stepped up to Ben and gave him a hug. And then he kissed him, and then while still hugging him he said, “Thanks Dad.”

It was obvious that Keenan was trying to contain his emotions as he left Ben to approach Jack so he could also thank, kiss, and hug him while also addressing him as “Dad”. Then he said, “I’m sorry, I can’t stop crying. It’s just that I didn’t think anything like this would ever happen to me. And then he looked to me and said, “Or to us.” And then Keenan quickly darted from the room once again. We all heard our bedroom door close. That was when Ben picked up the wrapped box and handed it to me. I pulled the paper back, and saw that the box contained a fountain style enema syringe with all of its attachments. I looked up, and said, “Thanks. This is awfully personal, and kind of embarrassing, but it means a lot to us both, so thanks.”

Ben smiled, and said, “I’ve wanted to get you one since I first saw you in that Texas convenience store.”

While still looking at the contents of the box, I said, “I knew you heard us. It’s just that I never thought it would lead to something like this. Of course I haven’t talked to Keenan about this, but I want you both to know that I’m up for the adoption thing.”

In the coming months, Ben and Jack taught us both how to drive their rig. And in less than a year, Keenan and I were out on the road, hauling freight under Ben and Jack’s Amazon contract. A few months after that, our Adult Adoptions were finalized, and Ben and Jack officially became our fathers. That was also when they purchased a second truck tractor to expand their contract with Amazon, giving Keenan and me constant employment in our new family’s business.

I hate to end this story by saying that we all lived happily ever after. But the truth is, 7 years have passed and we are all still living happily together as a loving family, unlike the families that Keenan and I both left behind in Bible thumping Texas.

The End