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Wrangler Butts Ch. 01

By: reddirtwriter



Darrin had seen a bumper sticker one time that said "Wrangler butts drive me nuts." Of course, it was some country girl driving the pickup that had it. But still, he could relate to the sentiment. Fortunately, being a grad student in agriculture in a land grant university provided him with more than enough opportunities to see hot guys in tight Wranglers. Jeans fashions can come and go, but country boys in Wranglers never change. It wasn't just the butts that he enjoyed either, the jeans showed off their package nicely too! But it wasn't until Mitch became his office mate one fall that he really appreciated the great job those jeans do for a cute ass.

Darrin was working in his tiny graduate student office, a windowless little closet of a space that had seen a steady procession of residents since the 80's. But today he was more unhappy about the situation than usual, since he had just found out that he was going to share his crowded space with another graduate student. Given all this, he wasn't in the best of moods when he heard,

"Hey, how are you doing today?" 

Darrin looked up, and standing in his office door was the embodiment of his favorite wet dream. He had the required tight Wranglers with a nice full bulge in front, baseball cap on his head, and a fitted t-shirt that was still damp from being in the Texas heat. Short black hair and nicely trimmed sideburns made Darrin's cock jump a little. He took in the dark facial stubble and the coating of hair along his forearms. Yes, definitely jack-off material. Then his arm lifted to push back the ball cap, exposing his pits and curly black hair spilling from the edge of the stretched shirt sleeve. Oh god!

Finding a little bit of sanity, Darrin finally replied.

"Hey, I'm good. How are you doing? You the new student working with Dr. Koch? Damn it's a hot day to be moving in!" He smiled and hoped that his hard cock was well hidden since it was throbbing and pumping out precum just from the newcomer's musky scent.

Darrin realized that he had again slipped into the fantasy and was simply grinning and staring, with way too much staring. He extended his hand,

"Oh sorry, I'm Darrin."

Gripping Darrin's hand like a vice, the stud smiled and said, "Great to meet you, Darrin. I'm Mitch and yeah, I'm Dr. Koch's new grad student."

Darrin motioned back over to the other part of the tiny room. "That's your desk. Want some help carrying up the rest of your stuff?"

"Hell yeah, I'd appreciate the help!" 

Mitch grabbed Darrin's shoulder and squeezed. His hand felt like fire, fire that flowed directly to his throbbing dick. Darrin started straightening his desk, hoping that by the time he had finished putting things away his cock would soften. Finally having done everything he could to stall, Darrin pushed back his chair and looked up at Mitch.

"Sure, let's grab your stuff. It's not going to get any cooler, so we might as well get it done." 

As he turned to go, Darrin could have sworn Mitch smiled a little as his eyes raked across Darrin's still partially swollen crotch. He followed Mitch out to his pickup, unable to keep his eyes off Mitch's Wrangler encased, tight, round ass. But the amount of crap that Mitch actually did have soon refocused him on the job at hand. Once everything was carried into their office, the Texas summer heat had ensured that both men were soaked with sweat and smelled ripe.

Looking over at his wet dream, Darrin said, "Shit, you did have a lot of crap. I'm fucking soaked with sweat now." 

Darrin sniffed and made a face. "And it smells like a high school locker room in here."

Mitch smiled and then reached down and grabbed the mostly dry tail of his t-shirt. He pulled it up to wipe his face, giving Darrin a great view of his hairy stomach. Dense, black hair fanned across his tight stomach, with a sexy thick treasure trail surrounding his navel and then plunging into his jeans. Darrin felt his cock jump and pump out yet another dose of precum. He knew he had to get out of there and get some relief or he was going to unload right there.

Mitch smiled, perfect white teeth framed against his tanned face with its sexy scruff. 

"Thanks for the help. It would have taken me a hell of a lot longer." He took another swipe at this face as Darrin grabbed his backpack and practically ran toward the door.

"Yeah man, no problem helping. But I gotta get home now, so I'll see you in the morning," said Darrin as he rushed past.

He barely remembered the trip to his apartment. Squeezing his cock, he replayed the sight of that hard, hairy belly and those white teeth. Slamming the pickup in park at his complex, he almost twisted the key in half in his urgency. Darrin rushed through the apartment, stripping as he moved toward the bed. Landing on the bed, Darrin was down to his white socks, and throbbing cock. Gripping his slimy, granite hard cock, he started stroking. Knowing he wasn't going to last long, he slowly long-stroked his steel hard dick. The sloppy sounds of a wet cock assaulted his ears as he closed his eyes and pictured his wet-dream office mate. After only a few strokes Darrin felt his load boiling from his full and aching nuts. Guttural moans escaped his lips as Darrin's over stimulated cock started pumping out the biggest load of cum, ever. 

Slowly stroking his cock as it transitioned to a much more relaxed state, he dreamily looked at his semen covered chest. Taking his free hand, he started slowly smearing the hot cum over his chest, matting the chest hair with his fresh load. As he floated in a post-climax euphoria Darrin wondered how he was going to survive spending so much time with his hot dream man.



Well, Darrin thought, things have at least calmed down some for me. I only have an erection part of the time when Mitch is around. He sighed to himself, remembering all the stolen glances at Mitch's hot body. But Darrin realized that Mitch was also a really nice guy. His easy laugh and warm personality made it even easier to want to be around him. One afternoon, as they sat struggling through biochemistry homework that was eating both of their lunches, Mitch stretched and yawned.

"Damn Darrin, I'm tired of this shit. Let's go do something! We need a break." Mitch said.

Laying his pencil down, Darrin rolled his tight shoulders and looked over. "Yeah, I could use a break. What do you have in mind?"

Mitch smiled even broader, if that was possible. "Well, I have my horses at the house, it only five minutes away. Let's go ride for an hour!"

"Fuck Mitch, we can't stop that long. Its already late and this shit's due tomorrow."

He winked at Darrin and chuckled. "We can, if we ride bareback. I like bareback better anyway. Its faster to mount up if you don't have to mess with the saddle!"

Darrin swallowed hard at the innuendo. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. We still don't have a lot of time."

"Sure we do, buddy!" Mitch gripped Darrin's shoulder in his large hand and squeezed. As always his touch was wired directly to Darrin's cock, shorting out any logical reasoning from his brain.

"Ok. Sure. Let's go ride. But then we have to finish this shit!" said Darrin with a scowl. But Mitch ruined the effect with his laughter.

"Sure Darrin, just a short ride. Come on bud!" said Mitch, grabbing his coat and heading out the door to his pickup as Darrin raced to catch up. He yanked open the driver's side door of his huge 5-speed diesel pickup. He stood on the running board and yelled,

"Come on Darrin! We ain't got all day!"

Mitch swung his denim-covered ass into the pickup and rammed in the keys. It roared to life as Darrin jumped into the passenger seat, barely slamming the door shut before Mitch backed out. Running through the gears, they sped to the small rental where Mitch lived. As they pulled in, the horses came over and hung their heads over the gate. Mitch parked the truck, vaulted out and grabbed two bridles from their pegs in a nearby shed. Jumping onto the gate, he swung his muscular legs over and heaved himself into the corral. He quickly caught the closest horse, rubbing it gently behind its ears and soothing it as he slipped on the bridle.

"This one is yours, Darrin. Lady will behave for you. I'll ride Storm 'cause I'm not sure you could handle the stud." Mitch glanced over at Darrin with his last comment and snickered, enjoying his joke.

"Yeah, whatever Mitch. I'm sure I can handle any stud that's between my legs." 

Realizing the second the words left his mouth that he had played right into Mitch's joke, he turned bright red. He looked at Darrin as he finished the last adjustments on the stallion's bridle and wiggled his eyebrows. Busting out laughing at his absurd face, Darrin shook his head and climbed on the mare. He looked up in time to watch Mitch mount his horse, enjoying the brief sight of ass and bare lower back as he hovered for that split second above the horse before gaining his seat. Leaning forward, he guided the stallion quickly into a trot, moving quickly out of the corral. The mare lurched forward, causing Darrin to grip tighter with his legs, as he frantically worked to keep from being thrown. But Lady quickly caught Mitch, and slowed to a trot.

"Ok, this was a good idea. We definitely needed a break," Darrin concede as he began to relax and enjoy the ride.

"Yup, I told you it'd help. Aren't you glad you listened to me?" Mitch twisted his head and smiling, "Come on, let's have some fun!" 

He kicked Storm into a full gallop. Lady launched forward in response, catching up quickly and staying with Mitch's stallion. The gallop lasted only a few minutes before slowing. Relishing the sights and scents of the late Texas fall, they enjoyed the companionable silence. Suddenly his horse jumped sideways, almost unseating Darrin, and then stopped, not wanting to move. Mitch dismounted and ran his hand down her leg.

"Get off, Darrin. I need to check her and see if she hurt her hoof." 

Darrin swung his leg over and slid off Lady, walking around to watch as Mitch checked for injury. He lifted her hoof carefully, resting it on his thigh to inspect it. Darrin leaned over Mitch's shoulder to watch, succeeding primarily in getting a heavy dose of Mitch's musky smell. As the scent curled through his nostrils, Darrin's cock thickened. Stepping back to lessen the pheromone assault, he watched as Mitch dug his finger into the underside of the hoof. Finally he found the rock causing the problem and threw it down the hillside.

Mitch twisted to look at me, "She'll be fine but her hoof is bruised. You'll have to ride back behind me." Mitch smiled a little and shrugged his shoulder. Darrin swallowed hard, thinking of the torture of being pressed against him for the ride back, wondering how he was going to avoid getting a massive boner.

"Sure, ok Mitch. Whatever you think." 

Mitch grabbed the mare's reins and smoothly straddled Storm. Reaching back, he offered a hand to help Darrin up behind him. As he slid against Mitch, Darrin got the double assault of masculine smell and warm ass against his crotch. 

"Grab me around the waist," said Mitch, "Storm will buck if you grip your heels too tight into his flanks."

"Oh, Ok." said Darrin, sliding closer and grabbing Mitch around the waist. 

The rest of the trip back was spent trying every trick Darrin knew to keep his already chubbed dick from going rock hard. Only partially succeeding, blood pumped into his cock each time their bodies touched. Finally arriving at the corral, Darrin stood to one side, hoping Mitch couldn't feel his cock on the trip back, and that it would go soft before Mitch finished taking care of the animals. Of course, it didn't.

Climbing back into the pickup for the interminable drive back to the office, Darrin tried to focus on the conversation, but was distracted by the hard pipe snaking down the leg of his jeans. Once back, he went through the motions of trying to continue the homework, but finally admitted defeat. Darrin recognized that he had to have some relief before he would be able to do anything else. 

Making excuses to Mitch, he left the office and soon found himself in an all too familiar position. On his bed, stripped, and thinking of Mitch. With a slightly embarrassed grin to himself, he opened the drawer of the bedside dresser and looked at his new acquisition, a plastic cock. Knowing it would play a leading role in the session he planned, he reached in and pulled out the 6" dildo. Looking at its bulging veins and mushroom head, he briefly ached for the real thing, but quickly move ahead to the more immediate need of relieving his aching balls. 

Darrin began licking and nursing on its resilient head as he closed his eyes and fantasized that it was Mitch's manhood his tongue was sliding over. Trailing his free hand downward, he enjoyed the hairy texture of his torso. Darrin's fingers finally came to rest in the pool of precum forming under his rigid cock, and spread it slowly through his thick bush. 

Running his hand lower, he fondled and then grasped his hairy ball sack. Pulling on his full nuts as his tongue continued its ministrations on his imaginary lover's cock, he trapped his aching balls and squeezed them tighter, causing a loud groan to escape his lips. Darrin's hand continued its exploration as he moved slowly lower, rubbing his perineum. His now constantly oozing cock jumped with each pass of his fingertips over the region. Letting the dildo pop from his mouth, Darrin rubbed its saliva-coated head over each nipple as he fantasized about sex with Mitch. Running the cock down his chest until it bumped against his throbbing manhood, Darrin rubbed them together as his hips began to thrust in response to the stimulation. Reaching into the magic drawer again, Darrin pulled out his favorite bottle of lube and filled his hand. Lowering it to his ass, he coated his steaming crack, moaning as the hair matted and then slid easily under his fingertips. Falling backwards Darrin allowed his finger to work the slippery coating into his twitching asshole. 

"Oh yeah, Mitch. That's it. Drill Open my ass and drill it with your big dick." 

Dreamlike, he slowly slid one finger into his tight hole. Darrin circled and rubbed the smooth interior of his ass until his sphincter began to relax. Adding more lube to his already drenched ass, Darrin slowly slid two fingers into his now roused manhole. Pushing them in hard, he hit his button, causing a stream of precum to shoot from his throbbing cock. 

"Oh yeah, Mitch. That's so good. Fuck me, make me cum," Darrin whispered as he continued the careful manipulation of his hole. 

Adding a third finger and stretching his hungry ass further, Darrin allowed his thick fingers to slip from his gaping butt. Taking the almost forgotten dildo in his hands, Darrin coated it with the slick lube. Rolling on his side, Darrin separated his legs, sliding the faux cock up and down his ass slit, grinding it against his brown eye each time it passed. Moaning louder with each pass of the head over his throbbing hole, Darrin felt his ass lips expand as they tried to suck the plastic invader into his hot fuck slit. He sighed deeply as he continued to dream about sex with his hot cowboy officemate. With each pass of the synthetic cock, it came closer to entering his neither region. Darrin's breathing became ragged as his manhole ached for satisfaction.

Positioning the dildo against his pulsing hole, Darrin pushed it into his gut in one steady motion. Groaning loudly as the burning flared from the invader, Darrin dropped his head to his bicep and panted through the pain of surrendering his ass. 

Closing his eyes Darrin groaned louder, "Oh yeah Mitch, ram that baby maker into my ass."

Grabbing the dildo, he began to slowly piston it in and out of his ass, rotating it to hit all the pleasure points. Sighing as his ass lips stretched in and out with each trust, Darrin increased the speed. Hitting his prostate, his cock jerked, and precum jetted from his over-stimulated cock. Grunting with each pass of the dildo through his ass, Darrin finally grabbed his slime-coated cock in a vice-like grip. Stroking his throbbing cock, he imagined Mitch providing the thorough assault that he was getting on his hungry hole. Feeling the sperm as it boiled from his full nuts, Darrin quickly shifted position and sat on the dildo, ramming its girth deep inside. Rocking back and forth on the invading fuck stick, he grabbed his cock with both hands, his pelvis pistoning, forcing his cock through his slime coated hands as the dildo hit parts of his gut that it had never found before. Then the intense, ball-draining, organism began. Shots of cum hit his face, dripping from his rough cheeks and goatee. 

"Oh fuck yes! Damnit! "

He fell back as the final throes of the orgasm rolled over him. The jizz came with less intensity, but still coated his stomach with spurt after spurt of semen. He began to relax, feeling the dildo slowly slip from his well-worked asshole. He breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed against the bed. Relaxing, he thought how good it would feel to be spooned against Mitch instead of alone with a rubber cock.



The crushing silence and the post-midnight hour were enough to alert even the most casual of observers to the tension filling Darrin and Mitch's office. The pair had grown closer over the preceding year, closer than many brothers. But the pressure of Darrin's impending thesis defense and Matt's struggle to stay afloat in the contentious world of academia were beginning to unravel them.

The fact that Darrin's initial lust had transfigured into a full-blown infatuation did nothing to help the situation. The spring semester had flown by but now the deadly pressure of finals was adding fire to an already overloaded pressure cooker of emotion. The stress was so palpable in the room that it was almost suffocating. Suddenly the expectations, the piles of work, lack of sleep, and stress became too much for Mitch.

"Fuck it! Fuck 'em all! I don't need this shit!"

Darrin rubbed his eyes and looked over at his friend. Too tired to be the diplomat he spat out. 

"Just do it Mitch. This is the last one. We're almost finished."

"Finished? Finished! You're damn right we're finished. Or I am. I'm outta here!"

"Mitch, don't be stupid"

Mitch turned to Darrin with a snarl, "That's right isn't it? I'm just not as smart as Mister PhD am I? "

"What? That's just-" Darrin paused and then continued, "You can't quit now Mitch. After these finals you are half way. Half way! Don't fuck it up because you're having a pissing fit!"

"Fuck you asshole! I thought my friend might be more supportive! Well FUCK YOU!"

Mitch grabbed his computer and papers, rammed them into his bag, and stomped out of the door. Darrin raced to the doorway. Seeing Mitch's rapidly receding figure he called out to his friend. 

"Hey Mitch! Come back man. That's not it. Come on, I'll help you!"

Mitch paused at the doorway and turned to look at Darrin. Raising both hands he flipped him off and then walked through the door, slamming it behind him.

Darrin walked back into their office and slumped in the chair. For the first time since he was three, and his Dad beat his ass for crying, he felt moisture start to gather at the corners of his eyes. Shaking his head he ground his teeth together in determination. Fine, he thought, if Mitch is gone so fucking what. I've lost friends before. Actually I don't need friends and this is why! College is the most important thing for me. No one can take that away from me!

Darrin wiped his face and mentally denied that the moisture was a tear. It must be allergies he thought to himself. He turned back to his studies, which had suddenly become much more important.

The following morning found a blurry eyed, but very caffeinated, Darrin twitching in the chair as he waited to take his last final. Occasionally looking around to see if Mitch had showed up, he finally sighed and decided that Mitch must have truly left school last night. He had begun reading the first exam question when he heard the classroom door open again and the professor say, "Welcome to your final Mr. McMasters. Glad you could join us." Darrin glanced back furtively and watched as Mitch slumped into a seat and began the final. He turned back to his own exam, smiled, and then began working through the grueling test.


Wrangler Butts Ch. 01



In spite of Mitch's appearance at the final Darrin didn't see him again that day, or the next. The weekend arrived and Darrin worked to put together the equipment and supplies he needed for an impending data collection trip. His own research, as well as Mitch's, was actually based at a remote, but enormous, ranch located more than 200 miles west of the university in the Texas hill country. Mostly grass and mesquite it was a remote location, but the site of most of the department's cattle research. During the summer the graduate students, Mitch and Darrin among them, were at the station often working on their projects and collecting data.

Monday morning found Darrin finishing his preparation for the looming weeks at the station. As he began to check everything for the third time he felt a presence and turned to look at the door. Leaning against the door was Mitch.

"Hey" 

"Hi Mitch, how's things?"

"I need a ride, to the station. Can I bum one with you? I'm kinda broke right now and don't really want to be out the gas money."

"Yeah. Sure! You know you can. Anytime." said Darrin.

"Ok. . .Thanks. I gotta get my shit together for tomorrow. 5am right?"

"Yup, 5am. See you then."

Mitch walked off leaving Darrin to his thoughts. Well at least he's speaking to me mused Darrin. Moving back to check everything yet again, a flicker of a smile flitted across his face as he vividly recalled the tight wranglers that Mitch was wearing, with just the right amount of wear on the crotch to show off his package. Shaking his head at his own ridiculous obsession, he wrapped up the three days of preparation.



Five o'clock in the morning is a fucking miserable time to start a trip, thought Darrin. He got out of his pickup as Mitch pulled up beside him in the parking lot.

"Morning. Need any help?"

"No." said Mitch, who quickly moved his clothes and research materials into Darrin's pickup. Finishing in record time he jumped into the cab of the little Tacoma. A brief smile flickered on his lips.

"Kind of a pussy truck don't you think?" asked Mitch, not really looking at Darrin.

"It's. . . fine. I don't need a big ass truck like you have."

Mitch grunted and slid down in the seat. Pulling his baseball cap over his eyes he leaned against the door and quickly fell asleep as Darrin started their five-hour drive.

As Darrin drove westward the rising sun began to highlight the surrounding countryside. He recalled the nights that Mitch shared his dream of a ranch. In the predawn beauty Darrin saw how Mitch could feel the way he did. Everything appeared so calm and peaceful, and peace was one thing that Darrin almost ached for. Suddenly the pickup bounced violently as it recoiled from a pothole in the deserted state highway. The small truck lurched, throwing both passengers against the seat belts.

"Damn!" boomed Mitch.

"Sorry, didn't see the hole."

Mitch glanced behind them at the road and resettled himself into the seat.

"Pull over, I gotta piss."

"Yeah, me too. Hold on, that looks like a good place."

Darrin slowed and pulled into the grass at the side of the highway. Killing the truck he jumped out and walked around the pickup to whizz. Just as he rounded the tailgate, Darrin heard the familiar sound of a heavy zipper. Looking up he watched for a second as Mitch fished his cock out and then tugged it a few times in preparation of emptying his bladder. Darrin was mesmerized at the pale pink tool emerging from Mitch's fist, his hips thrust forward, his heavy stream emerged in a torrent from the tip of his cock and arched to the grass. Mitch watched his stream for a few seconds and then started twisting his hips.

"Gotta make sure we water everything the same," Mitch glanced up and smiled for the first time Darrin can recall recently. Seeing that Darrin was staring at him his temporary smile turns back into a scowl. 

"What?" said Mitch.

Darrin realized his stare had gone on for awkward length of time. Moving quickly he pulled his own cock out and breathed a sigh of relief as his pressure filled bladder began to empty. Darrin concentrated on taking care of business, wishing his cock to not go from plump to boner. Unwilling to let the moment pass without another glance at the object of his desire, Darrin shifted his eyes toward Mitch and watched as Mitch shook the last drops of urine from his dick. Darrin sighed to himself as the beautiful cock was tucked back into Mitch's jeans. 

It dawned on Darrin that he never answered the question. Shaking his head Darrin said, "Nothing. Just tired. Zoning, I guess."

Mitch nodded and then stretched hugely, his so sexy, hairy, stomach catching the morning light as his shirt slid up his torso, his jeans falling down slightly, displaying where the dark pool of hair around his navel morphed into a thick, dark pubic patch. As his arms went down, Darrin realized the show really was over now and went back to his own, now fully distended, cock. Shoving it into his jeans, he walked awkwardly back to the drivers side. Looking over at Mitch to discover a cap-covered face, Darrin sighed softly, sad that the brief camaraderie had apparently ended.

The novelty of the drive soon evaporated in the heat of the early Texas summer day. Resigned to a long silent drive Darrin stared ahead and contemplated how he could fix the situation with Mitch. Arriving at the station in late morning, he drove to the house used by the graduate students, which was several miles from the main facilities. He and Mitch quickly tossed their belongings into the small house and headed to the headquarters. They arrived as the assignments are being made, since today they would be helping separate cows and calves for weaning and working the calves. Using a mixture of horseback and ATV, the group mobilized to bring in the herds. Moving quickly and efficiently, they worked the first two groups of cattle without any issues and then stopping for lunch. While enjoying his sandwich in the scant shade of a lone elm tree, Darrin noticed whispering and tension among the permanent station employees. He leaned to one of the hands that he knew from previous data gathering trips.

"Wade, what's up with the crew?"

He got a headshake and a one-word answer, "Brahmans."

Running through his head Darrin tried to remember the specifics of the breed. Heat tolerant, humped cattle from India was all he could recall. A vaguely remembered sidebar about temperament but nothing as dire as the crew projected. Shrugging his shoulders and shoving down the last of his sandwich and pop, Darrin climbed back on the ATV and headed to the last 1,000 acre pasture.



With dusk falling the crew drug into the headquarters, mostly successful in their afternoon's work. Darrin now had a new appreciation for the term 'Brahman', at least when it was applied to a breed of cattle. He replayed the afternoon, the near misses as cows attacked cowboys trying to separate them from their calves, headlong gallops across rough terrain to head off runaways, the seemingly hundreds of near misses. Exhausting, temperamental and dangerous, were now his descriptions of Brahman cattle. At least, he thought, we're finished with them. But there was a bright side to the afternoon, at least in Darrin's opinion. That being an afternoon filled with acres of cowboy flesh, from the teenagers with their whipcord lean bodies to the older men muscular from years of ranch work. All of them packed in tight Wranglers that showed off their assets to an amazing degree. Definitely a sight with the potential for an embarrassing reaction had Darrin's body not been so exhausted. 

Everyone worked together to store equipment and get ready for tomorrow. Once that was finished Darrin walked stiffly to his truck. Almost in tandem Mitch opened the other pickup door, and sat down. Both of them paused for a minute in their exhausted state, feeling like well-chewed rawhide dog toy.

Mitch blew air from his lips, "Fuck. I'm beat."

"Yeah. I agree. Let's get back to the house."

The short drive to the house was made in exhausted silence, with both men wrapped in fatigue. As Darrin staggered into the house he paused to let his eyes adjust to the dim interior. 

Glancing back he smiled at Mitch. "Home Sweet Home"

Mitch grunted a non-committal answer and emptied his pockets onto the small table that served as the only horizontal surface in sight. He moved the refrigerator and began making himself something to eat while Darrin organized the research paperwork. Glancing to check on Mitch's location, he then furtively organized everything for Mitch too, hoping he didn't take offense at the help.

"Fuckin' miserable day."

Darrin glanced at the source of the comment, "Yeah, it was miserable."

"Tomorrow will likely be worse . . ." said Mitch.

Darrin stopped and turned, staring at Mitch, "Why? What'd I miss?"

"The bull. We didn't get the Brahman bull out of the timber." Mitch took a bite of his sandwich and turned to look at Darrin. Smiling slightly around his half chewed food Mitch said, "Apparently. . . he's mean."

"WHAT! How the fuck could he be any worse than those cows today!" screeched Darrin.

Mitch swallowed and then let out a low chuckle, "Don't know. But they said he was bad."

"Who? Who said he was?" Darrin asked.

"The other guys, the ones who work here. Said he was a bad motherfucker." Mitch turned back to looking out the window and chuckled again. "Yup, bad motherfucker."

Darrin made his own supper, basically two pieces of bread with anything shoved between them, eating it without tasting anything. Suddenly it occurred to both of them, there was only one bed.

"I've got the couch," Mitch said.

"It's ok. You can have the bed"

Mitch turned to look at Darrin again, his jaw clinching. "I said I have the couch. I'm shorter and god knows I've spent a lifetime sleeping on old couches!"

Darrin stepped back, a little worried at how quick Mitch lost his patience. He just nodded and walked into the bedroom. Realizing he was far too tired to do more than fall into the bed he began to strip down to his boxers. As the last article of clothing slid off his fatigued legs he realized that Mitch was probably doing the same. Looking into the living room, Darrin watched as the t-shirt cleared his head, exposing his taut, muscular back. Next the distinct sound of a metal zipper drifted through the air as Darrin watched him first slide his jeans down, exposing his white briefs, and then bend over to slide them down his hairy legs. The white of his briefs were a beacon to Darrin for the few seconds that the perfect ass was in the air and then Mitch sat down to finish removing his pants. Darrin ran his hand inside his boxers and adjust his now semi-stiff package. Fortunately, his exhaustion eliminated the need for his standard jackoff session before bed. As it was, he was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Darrin's dreams that night, while sketchy, revolved around a perfect bubble ass covered in tight white fabric.



"Hey. HEY BUTTHEAD!"

Darrin bolted upright, wiping his eyes and trying to come to his senses as Mitch stood at the end of his bed looking down at him.

"Get up. We need to get goin'," said Mitch.

"Sure. Yeah. Give me a sec and I'll be ready." Darrin swung his feet out of the bed and grabbed the jeans from yesterday. As he stood to pull on his pants he heard Mitch chuckle. Looking over to see what was so funny, Darrin saw Mitch looking at his crotch. His laughter gained volume as Darrin realized his predicament.

"Good dreams last night?" said Mitch.

Darrin's cock was hard as stone, tenting his boxer out to their limit and were seemingly half soaked with precum. Quickly turning his back to his friend Darrin tried to deflect the comment. 

"Whatever. Morning wood."

But this wasn't the end of it. Mitch loved the embarrassment that Darrin felt and was laughing even harder.

"Yeah big boy! Were you dreaming of me?"

Darrin spun his head to look at Mitch. As their eyes met Mitch batted his eyes and, in his best Marilyn Monroe imitation, blew a kiss at Darrin. If possible Darrin turned even redder, leaving Mitch laughing so hard he gasped for breath. Finally Darrin managed to get dressed, ramming his still hard cock into the jeans as best he could. Stomping into his boots he followed Mitch out the door to begin the day.

Arriving at the headquarters a few minutes later, Darrin felt the tension in the air. Remembering the discussion of the rogue from last night, he wondered what they were going to do differently today to roundup the unmanageable bull. Almost as soon as the thought formed he heard what sounded like a huge pack of dogs. Looking closer he saw several hounds swarming around a new arrival. Darrin saw Mitch to one side and walked over.

"What's with the dogs?" asked Darrin.

"Catahoulas."

"What?"

Mitch looked at Darrin, "They're Catahoulas. They brought in a guy who uses them to get the bull out of the brush."

"Oh . . ."

Darrin watched and listened as assignments were given. Getting back on an ATV, he followed as the entire crew moved out to find the bull. The baying of the dogs soon pierced the quiet morning as they sighted the bull. From that point on events became a blur of horses, men, and machinery as the bull crashed through the timber with the dogs pursuing him into the open. The bull broke from cover, trying to gore any of his small tormentors, but the dogs danced away as he targeted each one. The ton-plus bull's anger was almost palpable. As the dogs teased and harassed him away from the small wooded canyon the mounted cowboys moved in, trying to herd the rampant animal to the corral. With each swing of his head, the bull strained to remove his tormentors with his thick sickle-shaped horns. 

Suddenly the bull stopped, sweeping the area for a new target, which he quickly found. As the bull pawed an arch of dust over his back Darrin realized in horror that he was the new target. As it charged, Darrin's world became a slow motion blur as his mind raced.

Shit, shit, shit, Darrin thought, that fucker is after me. Damnit! What. Shit. DO SOMETHING BEFORE HE KILLS YOU!

Darrin gunned the ATV, but in the split second it took him to react the bull had almost reached him. The machine roared into motion as the bull lowered his head and charged. Catching the undercarriage of the ATV on his horns, the bull flexed his massive neck, sending Darrin and machine flying. As both landed, the bull attacked the ATV, sending pieces of metal and plastic flying through the air. Darrin hit the ground hard, rattled he quickly realized he wasn't seriously injured, yet.

As Darrin moved to get away, the bull saw him and charged again. Too close to completely avoid the attack, Darrin threw his body to one side as the bull raked him with its horn. Only a glancing blow, but the bull quickly rounded on him, this time making it clear that he wouldn't miss. As Darrin braced to attempt a second unlikely escape, an impossible tableau unfurled in front of him. A horse and rider half the bulk of the bull suddenly rammed into its shoulder, knocking the bull to its knees. Darrin watched in disbelief as the horse pivoted on it hindquarters and then rushed at Darrin. Bracing again for impact, he marveled as the skillfully ridden horse slid to a stop beside him. Darrin looked up to see Mitch's face.

"Give me your goddamn hand!" screamed Mitch.

Darrin, feeling like he was moving through molasses, raised his hand and sensed it become enveloped in a tight grasp. As the horse gathered on its hindquarters and launched away from the bull, Darrin's body was slammed onto its back. Trying to keep his seat, he grabbed Mitch's torso in a death grip as the horse galloped at breakneck speed across the open pasture. Finally reaching a safe distance, Mitch reined in the horse and Darrin released his hold, sliding into a limp pile on the ground. Mitch vaulted from the horse and rushed to Darrin, urgently running his hands over his body to check for injury.

"You ok? You hurt?"

Darrin shook his head to clear it, "No. I think I'm ok. Gim'me a minute."

Mitch stood over Darrin, watching him closely for signs of injury. Finally satisfied that he wasn't seriously hurt, Mitch walked over and got a cup of ice water from one of the coolers.

"Here. Water." 

Darrin looked up and smiled faintly, "Thanks." 

Sipping the water slowly Darrin calmed himself, his racing heart slowing to something resembling normal. Once his legs felt more stable than wet noodles, he let Mitch help him up. They pause at the gate and watched as the bull finally ran into the corral. Apparently the only casualty, besides Darrin's ATV, was a horse with a long, shallow cut from the bull's final attempt to escape. Both men shook their heads as they watched the bull repeatedly charge the fence. Seeing they were no longer needed, Mitch helped Darrin to the passenger side of the pickup.

Darrin looked at Mitch and smiled a little, "What? You're going to drive the pussy truck."

Mitch returned the smile with a laugh, "Yeah, this once I'll drive your pussy truck."

Mitch helped Darrin in and then climbed into the pickup himself. He carefully navigated the rough road to the house. Parking almost on the porch, Mitch rushed around the truck and tenderly helping Darrin into the house.

"Come on, let's get you into the tub. A nice hot soak will help those bruises."

Darrin nodded agreement, too sore to think about anything else. Grimacing as Mitch helped him undress, he sighed with relief as he eased into the steaming hot tub. As the heat soaked into his muscles, Darrin realized that Mitch had just undressed him and his body had no reaction. He sighed softly, resigning himself to the knowledge that he had missed the only opportunity to enjoy Mitch's touch that he would ever have. Sighing again he laid his head against the cool porcelain surface and relaxed.



"Hey. Prune boy. You ready to get out?"

Darrin opened his eyes and saw Mitch's face hovering a few inches above his. He laughed at Darrin's startled expression.

"Come on. I'll help you get out."

Mitch opened a huge bath towel he had found and held it in front of Darrin as he worked to climb out of the tub. Finally getting to his feet, Darrin took the towel and wrapped it around his waist while Mitch gripped his shoulder to steady him. He walked gingerly back to the couch and sat down, enjoying the feel of the cool leather against his sore muscles.

"Thanks Mitch. I mean really, thanks, you saved my ass today."

Mitch shrugged and turned to pick up the strewn clothing, leaving Darrin with his thoughts. As he reviewed the day and his close call, he shuddered to think how near the bull had come to ending his life. Not that it would have made some people sad. But still, he owed Mitch a lot. Looking over he watched Mitch finish picking up the room, as he searched for a spot on his body that wasn't sore. He finally found a comfortable position as Mitch tossed the last of the clothes in the hamper. 

Looking over, Darrin tried again, "Really Mitch. I know you put yourself in a lot of danger. I owe you my ass."

Mitch looked at him with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, "Really? I can have your ass now?"

"Dickhead! You know what I mean. You saved me today." 

"Yeah and right now I'm going to clean two days of stink and dust off me. We'll go get something to eat once I've showered. How's that sound?"

Darrin turned back, looking out the window, "Sounds fine. Maybe I'll be hungry by then."

Darrin heard the sound of movement as Mitch began to strip. Able to catch only glimpses of Mitch's body, he found the whole process frustrating and yet still it managed to make him horny. When Mitch pushed down his underwear, Darrin chanced a look and got the full effect of the thatch of hair covering his ass crack. Quickly turning back to the window, he moaned inwardly at the thought of that wonderful ass smashed against his face.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 01



"Ok, I'll be out in a sec," Mitch turned and walked to the tub, leaving the door ajar, but only enough for Darrin to see slivers of flesh-tone. Disappointed he couldn't see more, the thought of Mitch's ass played over and over in his mind as he began groping himself through the towel. Lost in his self-pleasure he almost failed to register that the water had stopped until Mitch stepped out of the bathroom drying himself. 

Darrin turned at the sound and froze. His jaw dropped at the sight of the wet dream standing before him. The face he had marveled at countless times before, but the body was just as perfect. Darrin watched as Mitch ran the towel over his body, admiring the muscular calves with their perfect layer of dark hair, the meaty thighs that rippled as weight shifted from one to the other. His eyes traveled up the powerful thighs to their joining and the perfect nest of dense dark pubic hair where Mitch's dick and balls rested. Watching the low hanging nuts sway with each motion Darrin licked his lips as he drank in his fantasy with his eyes. 

Darrin followed the dark, thick treasure trail that traversed the delineation between Mitch's darkly tanned chest and his creamy white crotch. Moving up from his groin, the hair condensed into a dark hard line that filled the muscular crease of his stomach. The perfect configuration of stomach hair, the object of so many jizz filled jerk-off sessions, was over-shadowed by the covering over his taut pectoral muscles. A dense black matrix of short curly hair that still allowed glimpses of his tanned skin to show through, Mitch's chest was . . . yes, perfect. Sighing audibly at the sight of the tight soft brown nipples, Darrin shifted his eyes upward to the heart pounding sight of his scruffy chiseled face. As he met Mitch's gaze he realized that the drying ritual had stopped quite a while before, and Mitch had been watching as Darrin lusted over his body. He looked away, hoping that it wasn't as bad as he thought.

"Darrin."

Darrin shuddered, not sure what to say, how to fix this.

"Darrin! Look at me! You didn't mind looking a second ago."

Darrin looked back. Tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he tried to explain it away.

"Sorry Mitch. I guess I was just zoning," he squeaked out.

Mitch crossed his arms over his bare chest, "You must think I'm really thick."

"No, no, Mitch. It's just, just . . ." Darrin said working hard to keep from breaking down. "I'm so sorry Mitch. I promise it will never happen again. Honest, it won't. I promise. Please Mitch, forgive me."

Mitch lifted one hand, motioning Darrin closer, "Come here."

The fear and doubt of a lifetime descended on Darrin. Every muscle shook as he moved across the room. Knowing what was next, he braced himself for the tirade of what a worthless pervert he was. He'd heard it before but that wouldn't make it easier, especially coming from Mitch. Or worse he was going to get "the lecture" and then the shit beat out of him. Well at least the bruises wouldn't be as noticeable this time, after the number the bull did on him today.

Stopping inside arms reach Darrin paused, his shoulders sagging, "Yeah Mitch, What." Then Darrin looked up defiantly, "Say whatever you have to say. But you won't say anything I haven't heard before. And those times didn't change me either."

Mitch stepped forward, closing the space between them to fractions of an inch, his hot breath burning Darrin's cheeks. Suddenly he raised both hands and Darrin braced for the blow. But instead of the expected knuckles against this mouth, Darrin felt his face cupped gently and then the press of a hard, passionate kiss. Darrin's eyes flew open as the electric sensation of Mitch's lips pressing against his coursed through his body. After a mind numbing length of time, their faces slowly separated, spit trailing from both sets of lips as each man caught his breath. Darrin looked into the eyes of this new contradiction, seeing the twinkle again.

Gulping, Darrin tried to put coherent thought to what just happened, and failing.

"What? Why? Fuck!"

"Darrin . . . Shut up." 

Mitch pulled Darrin to him again and kissed him. His tongue flickered against the full red lips in front of him as they sought entrance. Darrin parted his lips to Mitch's probing tongue, feeling the new invader as it probed each part of his mouth. Darrin released his own tongue, allowing it to slide over the hot intruder and into Mitch's warmth as the two passionately exploring each other, their tongues and lips sliding over each other as desire built. Still holding his face, Mitch ran his lips down Darrin's neck. Nibbling, kissing and tasting each millimeter of skin as he absorbed his lover's scent and tang. Darrin was helpless in his hands as surge after surge of pleasure washed over him. His arms reached forward to caress and touch this before taboo body, loving the texture and heat that he felt emanating from it. Darrin's towel fell to the floor as they embraced. Their bodies rubbed against each other further igniting their passion. Darrin felt himself give way as Mitch maneuvered him slowly backwards while they continued their passionate oral exploration. Finally Darrin sensed a pressure on his calves, glancing back he discovered that they were at the bed.

Darrin opened his mouth to ask what to do. But Mitch put his hand over Darrin's mouth, and said, "Sometimes, you talk too much." 

Putting both hands against Darrin's chest Mitch shoved him backwards. Darrin bounced as he hit the mattress, his exposed and steel-hard cock hitting his stomach with a wet slap. Mitch crawled up the bed, running his hands over Darrin's exposed legs as he crawled between them. Reaching Darrin's crotch, Mitch rubbed the tips of his fingers over the engorged cum tube at the base of Darrin's cock.

"Oh god," sighed Darrin.

Mitch smiled with an evil glint and ran the flat of his hand over the underside of Darrin's throbbing dick. Sliding to the head, Mitch coated his palm with Darrin's juice and then smeared it as he rubbed up and down, spreading more clear ball juice with each pass.

"How does that feel stud? You like that huh?"

Darrin gasped and nodded, already past the ability to articulate his feelings. His body thrashed under Mitch's careful handling. 

Finally finding his voice he gasped out, "Oh fuck yes."

Mitch gripped his hand around Darrin's hard pole, teasing it as his hand moved slowly up and down its length. Watching Darrin tense and relax with each new sensation he slowly moved higher, running his hands over the hot body under him and delighting in the feel of coarse hair sliding under his palms. Pressing his chest against Darrin's groin he felt the steel cobra of Darrin's cock sliding between them. Relaxing onto Darrin, he began nursing each of the half-dollar sized nipples until they were rigid and glistening, Darrin having entered a state of incoherent delirium. With a final lick to each nipple, Mitch slid higher so their bodies were in full contact and their two slime covered cocks moved over each other as both men responded to the building hunger. Pinning Darrin's face in his hands, Mitch began flicking his tongue over Darrin's face and neck while their lower bodies continued to grind against each other. Raising his face from Darrin's neck, Mitch looked down at the masculine face in his hands and moved in, pressing their lips hard together and slipping his tongue again into Darrin's steamy mouth. The sensations of touch and passion build as their cocks pump out natural lube, matting the hair on their stomachs and crotches, the sensations unbelievably delicious. 

As their bodies ground against each other, the room filled with the smell of hot sexy man. Knowing it was Mitch's thick belly fur causing the delicious friction served to drive Darrin closer to the edge as the cum in his balls churned. Feeling his body tense with a massive orgasm, he grabbed Mitch's face and pressed their lips together hard. The touch of hot lips drove him over the edge as he gasped, his cock coating both their torso's as he emptied the passion of a year onto their already slick skin.

"Fuck. Holy fuck. Ahhh," sighed Darrin.

Mitch continued to grind into Darrin's now glass slick body as the final spasms flowed through Darrin's cock. Mitch luxuriated in the feeling of hot man sex coating him. Leaning down he kissed Darrin again, slipping in his tongue and then gently chewed on his full lower lip. Listening to Darrin's incomprehensible mutterings Mitch slowed, enjoying the slow build of pressure in his own bull nuts. 

Kissing Darrin again he said, "What's wrong college? No big talk?"

Darrin smiled up at Mitch, "Whatever asshole."

"Ohmy," said Mitch before one last kiss. Climbing higher on his lover's body he wedged his dripping cock into the hairy trough between Darrin's pecs. Sliding faster and faster, Mitch reveled in the feel of his leaking cock soaking the chest under him. Darrin reached up and ran his fingers over Mitch's torso and moving to his nipples as Mitch humped his chest with increasing speed.

"Oh shit yeah. That's fuckin' it. Grab my tits stud man," shouted out Mitch. Darrin tightened his grip on the two nubs and began working them harder as Mitch's sweat dripped onto him.

"Fuck yes! FUCCCKKKKKKK!"

Mitch's body locked, his upper body arching back, raking his balls and cock against Darrin's hairy chest, letting out a final guttural sound as his cock began unloading.

Darrin watched hungrily as Mitch exploded, smiling as the first white jet emerged like a rifle shot from the hard dick again his chest. His mouth dropped open in shock as he realized Mitch's cock wasn't shooting, it was cumming like a fire-hose, doing its best imitation of a faucet for white-hot man juice with each spasm of Mitch's body. His final orgasmic convulsion twisted Mitch's body further, causing cum to spray over Darrin's lips and goatee. As his body calmed, Mitch lay down on Darrin's flooded body and ran his tongue over his face, tasting his own cum as it dripped through Darrin's cute brown goatee.

"Fuck man, I've never seen so much cum!"

Mitch chuckled and kissed Darrin again, "Oh yeah, I guess I should have mentioned. I'm a cummer."

"No shit! You think!" said Darrin as he began to laugh.

Both men enjoyed the feeling of cum and cock between them as the aftermath of their session began to drip off Darrin and onto the bed. But Darrin held Mitch tight against him, having no intention of letting go of this man, ever. 

As the sexually induced euphoria subsided the two men relaxed at a level neither had felt before. Soon sleep took both of them as they remained locked in each other's arms.





Wrangler Butts Ch. 02



Darrin drifted awake as the early morning light shifted through the uncovered window. He ran through the events of the previous evening, smiling as he felt the slight tug of the dried semen on his chest hair. Luxuriating in his memory, the realization came that he was alone in the bed. Cautiously walking from the bedroom, Darrin called out softly, "Mitch?" Padding quietly in his bare feet through the small house he discovered with certainty that Mitch was gone. Suddenly feeling very exposed, he darted back into the bedroom, showered and dressed. Emerging, he dropped his boots by the couch as he sat down. Darrin tried desperately not to think about the significance of Mitch's disappearance as he pulled on the boots. But his thoughts began to travel down the familiar path that ended up with him alone and hurt, with even more baggage. As the storm of defeat began to gather in his thoughts, he scooped up his paperwork and walked out the door to begin his first day of data collection.

The day didn't go well for Darrin. His mind wasn't on the work, or the results, and his mood was dark. The crew working with him cut glances at each other as they ran calves through for the third time because he hadn't filled out the datasheets right. Everyone hoped that the brief break for lunch would help Darrin get back to his usual efficient self, but the afternoon did not begin any better and as the mistakes piled up the foreman pulled him aside to talk.

"Hey Darrin, I think we need to stop for today. Things don't seem to be . . ." he paused to consider the wording, "Well they just ain't going like they normally do for you. So what'd you say you take the rest of the day off to chill out and the boys and I will clean up here."

Darrin looked at the ground and nodded, "Yeah, sorry. Tomorrow will be better. I just have stuff on my mind today."

The foreman nodded vigorously and then pushed back his hat, "Yup, I sure can see that, after that close call with the Brimmer. He sure scared the shit outta me!"

Darrin couldn't help but smile at the pronunciation of Brahman but again nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, that must be it. It'll be better tomorrow," said Darrin.

The hand slapped him on the back and walked away, already beginning to shout orders to the other people on the crew. Darrin gathered up his data sheets and climbed back into the pickup to begin the trip home. Once he arrived at the house, he was in a black mood, which worsened as the silence provided him with more time to brood over the situation. Tossing his materials to the table, he looked around and resigned himself to the fact that Mitch still wasn't there. Realizing that he hadn't had a decent meal since they arrived, he started to pull together supper. As he readied the ingredients for chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy, the focus on cooking temporarily blocked out last night. That is until he heard the slam of a screen door followed by boots being kicked off in the utility room. He looked up in time to see Mitch walk through the door.

Mitch looked up and grinned at him. "Hey stud, how was your day?"

Darrin was floored at his cavalier attitude but decided that he wasn't going to be made a fool of this time. Nodding at Mitch he issued a non-committal grunt. Mitch looked up, frozen in the middle of arranging his notebooks. After a slight pause, Mitch laid down his materials and walked over, watching as Darrin fried the steak. Reaching up he rubbed between Darrin's shoulder blades.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't. Just don't touch me," said Darrin as he shrugged off the touch. 

Mitch grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. His arms waving and their faces inches apart, he started to unload on Darrin. 

"What's your fuckin' problem? You freaked because you enjoyed last night? Did you not expect to enjoy sex with a man? Are you afraid you're going to hell now? Is that it! You afraid my touch will somehow spoil you? Come on asshole! Tell me! Man up and just fuckin' say it!"

Darrin gaped in shock at the tirade; Stunned that Mitch was making the same accusations of him as he had been thinking about Mitch all day. Working his mouth and trying to think of something, Darrin spat out the only thing he could think of,

"You were gone!"

Now it was Mitch's turn to look shocked. "What?" he said.

"This morning, I woke up, and . . ." Darrin heaved an involuntary sob, "You were gone! And I thought . . . all that things you just said . . . I thought that too."

Mitch stared at Darrin for several long minutes. Then beginning to laugh he wrapped his arms around Darrin and hugged him tight. Looking into Darrin's eyes he smiled again.

"I had milk productions today, babe. They started at 5am and I wanted to let you sleep. That's all it was. That's why I wasn't here when you woke up. The crew picked me up at the butt crack of dawn and I'm been there all day."

"Oh . . ." said Darrin, feeling very foolish. "Then you . . . I mean you didn't . . . and last night was . . ."

Mitch took Darrin's chin in his hand and pulled the taller man to him and kissed him gently. Their eyes locking Mitch said "yes, no and last night was amazing. In that order."

Darrin sorted out the answer and then chuckled. Leaning down he kissed Mitch back and ran his hands over the cowboy standing in front of him. 

"I was afraid you were going to be upset and say last night was a mistake and meant nothing."

"Darrin you are going to have to learn to trust me if this is going to work. God knows I waited long enough for you to make a move. You've had me hot under the collar since the first day we met"

"Me! You thought! Me!" said Darrin with a squeal.

"Yes, you. I think the nerdy professor types are hot. I thought maybe you'd make a move after I made you ride against my ass on Storm, but you ran off from the office instead."

"What? You mean that was all fake!"

"No," said Mitch, "Well, not the injury. But the part about no heels in Storm's flanks, that might've been me enjoying you hugged up against me." Mitch smiled at him again. "But right now I'm ripe and need a shower. I'll be back for that great dinner you are fixin'."

Darrin muttered something under his breath as he turned back to the food he was cooking.

"What?" said Mitch.

"Nothing . . ."

"Shit Darrin don't start this crap already. Just tell me what you fuckin' said!"

He turned to Mitch, a little pissed that he had been called on it. "I said I think you smell great how you are! There, are you happy, yes I'm a perv who likes your stink."

Mitch smiled and slipped his sweat soaked t-shirt over his head. Darrin reveled in the sight and heady aroma of the damp hairy chest in front of him. Mitch pushed the wadded up shirt into Darrin's face.

"Is that what you like college? Does my stinky sweat make you horny?"

Darrin inhaled deeply, almost tasting the raw masculine smells coming from the shirt. "Oh god."

Mitch grabbed Darrin's crotch and started fondling him while he continued to grind the t-shirt against his face. Quickly Darrin's cock turned rock hard and Mitch began stroking it through the jeans. Pinned against the counter Darrin moaned and sucked a bit of the shirt into his mouth and began chewing on the sweat soaked cloth.

"Mitch, stop. Fuck, you're going to make me cum!" Darrin said around the cloth.

Never pausing Mitch replied, "That was what I had in mind."

Redoubling his efforts he worked over Darrin's rampant boner as he leaned in and sank his teeth into Darrin's shoulder. From the violent shudder and the ragged tempo of Darrin's breathing, he knew it wouldn't be long now. Squeezing Darrin's cock with his fingers, Mitch felt the cock under his hand pulse and shoot. Slowly milking Darrin's cock, he watched in amazement as the shots of ball juice soaked the jeans. Darrin finally opened his eyes and Mitch smiled at the look of amazement in them.

"Shit. I can't believe you did that." 

"Didn't like it?" said Mitch with a smirk.

"Oh hell yes I liked it!" Darrin moved forward and grabbed Mitch's stiff manhood. Mitch kissed Darrin but moved his hand.

"We can work on that later. You needed a tension release now." said Mitch. "I'm gonna clean up, then eat that great meal you've got made, and then we have all night to play!" He squeezed Darrin's package again, "But don't change jeans, I like you all drippy." 

Mitch turned and walked into the bathroom. This time leaving the door open, he stripped, tossing his clothes into the corner. As Darrin openly watched him, Mitch glanced back over his shoulder and winked and then wiggled his ass before he stepped into the shower. Darrin smiled and turned back to the food, panicking a little as he realized his 'preoccupation' over the last few minutes meant some of the dishes were about to burn.

As Darrin finished making the cream gravy, Mitch walked up behind him, wrapped his arms tight around his chest and pulled him tight. The feel of Mitch's warm chest felt so right to Darrin. He turned to discover that Mitch was clad only in his white BVD briefs. The combination of his tanned skin and the sparkling white briefs were delicious, not to mention how well it framed his seemingly enormous package. Grabbing Mitch's ass, he pulled him tight to his body and planted a peck on his lips. Wanting more but not sure how much to push it, Darrin reluctantly separated their lips and looked back into Mitch's brown eyes.

"Umm, dinner's fixed."

Mitch pressed against Darrin in the pretense of looking at the food and ground his crotch against Darrin. 

"Looks great! Let's eat."

The pair settled around their tiny table and began to devour the meal. Darrin watched in astonishment as Mitch consumed massive quantities of steak and potatoes. When everything had disappeared, Mitch pushed back from the table and smiled over at Darrin. That mischievous grin returned as Mitch gulped air once or twice and then gave out an enormous belch.

"Damn good food!" Mitch said, with a smaller burp.

Darrin laughed at his antics and then leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. 

"Go relax, I'll clean up. One thing about it, there are no leftovers to deal with," said Darrin with a chuckle.

"Yes dear, your man will go watch sports center while you clean up the kitchen. And if you do a good job maybe later there will be a special treat for you." Mitch gave Darrin an over-the-top stage wink and then walked the three steps to the couch and flopped down. He gazed out the window, scratching his belly as Darrin finished his cleanup efforts. As he was drying the last dish, Mitch looked over his shoulder at Darrin and smiled.

"Come'er studly."

Darrin blushed a little at the description but sat down close enough so their hips touched. Mitch smiled at the still wet spot on Darrin's jeans and ran his hand over it as Darrin squirmed. Mitch raised his arm, laying it across Darrin's shoulders and relaxed against the couch.

"You know bud. We should talk about last night." Mitch felt Darrin go rigid under his arm. "Hey! Just relax. I just thought we should talk, just talk. . ." Mitch squeezed his shoulder. "Relax!"

Darrin nodded, his eyes locked onto Mitch. Barely breathing in his terror of what is about to come.

"Well let's start with, I'm gay. I like dick. I like sex with guys, especially hot professor types." Mitch winked at Darrin. "Not sure where that puts you, but I just wanted to put it out there."

Darrin nodded again, thinking that was great news since he had somewhere fallen in love with this man. But he kept his lips sealed as he waited for Mitch to continue.

Mitch lowered his hand, rubbing Darrin's neck. "So where do you put yourself in the continuum of gay to straight? I mean was last night just curiosity, experimentation, or . . . " 

Darrin focused on his thoughts, all the issues he had survived, and made the decision that he wanted to make an attempt to find the peace he wanted so much. Better than not make the attempt and always wonder. Darrin refocused on Mitch's eyes, detecting a different kind of concern buried in them.

"Gggay, I'm gay too," Darrin said, swallowing hard. Grinning shyly he continued, "And I like cock too, especially yours."

"Oh is that right, College? So the months of peek shows for your benefit did pay off huh?"

Darrin felt the heat rise in his face as he answered, "Yeah Mitch, I think you're hot. Fuckin' hot!" Darrin felt his embarrassment peak as even his ears began to burn.

Mitch reached up and toyed with Darrin's goatee as he spoke. "So what are we here then? Fuckbuddies? Or . . . what?"

Darrin felt trapped, afraid he would answer wrong and lose Mitch. Steeling himself, he gave the truthful answer. "More, more than fuckbuddies. I . . . Yeah, more."

Mitch beamed at him. "Me too. Me too." 

Mitch pulled his face tight against Darrin's and kissed him hard, slipping his tongue into the hot mouth under his lips. Finally releasing him, both men gasped for air. Mitch reached up and started unbuttoning Darrin's shirt, running his hands through the light fur covering Darrin's chest. Moving his hands he flicked Darrin's nipples a few times until they were hard and contracted. Opening the final button, he pushed the shirt off Darrin's shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Leaning in he began nursing each nipple, nipping them with his teeth, caressing each one with his tongue. Mitch enjoyed the sounds coming from his lover, beginning to recognize the signs of Darrin's pleasure. He stopped and ran his fingers over Darrin's face and then kissed him again gently.

"So, how was that, babe?" asked Mitch.

Darrin leered at him. "My turn."

Darrin pulled Mitch toward him, bringing the sexy legs across his until Mitch was seated on his crotch, the sexual tension building. Suddenly hesitant, Darrin looked into Mitch's eyes.

"I want . . . I'd like to . . ." Darrin said, his words tumbling over each other.

Mitch ran his hand over Darrin's face. "What babe, what do you want?"

"I want to look at you. I want to taste and touch and lick and experience each inch of you. I know, I sound like a perv. I'm disgusting." said Darrin with his head turned.

Mitch reached up and turned his head so they were eye to eye again and Mitch smiled his agreement.

"Sounds fucking hot. Enjoy yourself." He leaned back slightly, lifting his arms to expose his thickly haired armpits as he ground his ass against Darrin.

Darrin leaned forward tentatively, moving his nose closer to Mitch's damp armpits. He inhaled and was overwhelmed with the faint musk emitted from the thickly forested pits. Losing his self-consciousness, he buried his face in Mitch's pits, licking and tasting the texture and smell of man as it coated his face. Moving from one to the other Darrin feasted uninhibitedly. His hands caressed the man he had ached to touch for almost a year. Running his tongue over Mitch's chest, he delighted in the flavor of freshly washed man. Mitch released a soft moan as Darrin began to work over his nipples, first one and then the other in a blur of sexual escalation. His hands scurried over Mitch's muscular back, feeling it ripple as Mitch became more excited. Wishing he could taste that delicious belly fur that was his first peek at Mitch's fantastic body, he settled for running his fingers through it and tugging gently. Hoping the spell didn't shatter soon Darrin felt his balls begin to churn as Mitch continued his writhing lap dance.

"Wait. Hang on." said Mitch, panting.

"What? What's wrong?"

Mitch kissed Darrin and rubbed his face. "Nothing you goof. I was just getting too close. I think it's my turn again. What do you think?"

Darrin nodded hesitantly, not certain he wanted Mitch to make a minute inspection of his body. Mitch moved off his lap, his briefs tented by his hard cock as he stood, his cockhead showing clearly through the saturated fabric. Taking Darrin's hand he pulled him to his feet. Darrin's cock also strained against the confines of the denim as it tried to rip its way loose. 

"Come on stud. Let's move somewhere more comfortable."

Mitch pulled him to the bedroom, moving Darrin before him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking up Mitch cocked his head to one side, catching Darrin's eyes.

"Darrin, one rule . . . "

Darrin listened intently. Nervous and excited, but worried about what was about to be said.

"If you want something, when we are . . ." Mitch paused for the right words, "Being intimate, ask. If the other one doesn't want to do it then it's no big deal. But we can always ask. Alright?"

Darrin nodded in agreement.

"Darrin, I want to undress you, lick you all over and then suck your cock. What'd ya think?"

"Oh fuck . . ."

Mitch chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Oh yes, hell yes!" said Darrin beaming.

Darrin watched as Mitch opened the top button of his jeans, kissing the small patch of skin there. He slowly opened the zipper, working along the top of Darrin's underwear as he came closer to releasing the snake in Darrin's jeans. Gripping both sides of the denim, Mitch began to tug them down, chuckling as Darrin's steel hard cock got tangled. Slowly releasing the trapped dick, he watched the jeans drop, his cock waving in front of Mitch's face. Helping Darrin out of his socks, Mitch laughed softly as he witnessed the awkward balancing act. Darrin was amazed to see Mitch lift the discarded socks to his face and inhale.

"Very nice." said Mitch as he inhaled deeply again.

Darrin tensed as Mitch's face moved closer to his hairy groin. Hearing the swift inhale of Mitch's breath followed by a wet tongue through his pubic hair Darrin almost unloaded. Continuing his tour of Darrin's groin, Mitch licked and inhaled the strong scent of cum from Darrin's earlier load. His legs turned to jelly as Mitch's hand lightly grazed his nuts. Moaning, his breathing became ragged with need. Feeling Mitch's hand wrap around his balls, he responded with a loud moan and spread his legs wider. Mitch gripped his hips, pushing Darrin so that his lightly haired ass was facing Mitch, who quickly took advantage of the situation and licked across the cheeks, leaving a swath of liquid fire in his wake.

"AHHHHH SHIT!"

Mitch ran his hand over Darrin's butt. "You ok up there, stud? Everything good?"

"Ohgodyes. Fuck," said Darrin with a gasp.

Mitch returned to his methodical tasting of Darrin's ass as the latticework of licks almost overwhelmed Darrin again and again. Darrin gasped as his ass cheeks were opened and Mitch's hot tongue flickered just inside. Panting with the anticipation of Mitch's tongue over his hole, Darrin let out an inadvertent sigh of disappointment when his cheeks are released to close back over his hole. Finally Darrin felt the rough callused hands turn him again so his dripping cock was inches from Mitch's lips.

"Well stud. I think I've done everything I wanted . . . except this."

Panting with lust Darrin was unable to speak. His entire being centered on those few square inches where his cock extended from his body. Darrin almost drooled with anticipation as he felt Mitch's hand wrap around his throbbing dick. The electrically charged touch sent Darrin to the edge, his body jerking with convulsions of pleasure.

"Fuck! Close!" said Darrin gasping.

Mitch looked up and smiled as he slipped Darrin's cock in his mouth, sliding deeper until he felt the tickle of pubic hair against his lips. This was too much for Darrin's already over-whelmed system, his balls slapping against his distended cum tube as the white hot cum boiled from them. Darrin struggled to pull out but realized that Mitch held his hips tight, pinning Darrin's crotch against his lips. Waves of pleasure washed over him as his second orgasm of the night began. Looking down, he watched as Mitch swallowed several times, never losing his suction on Darrin's cock, letting it slip out as it softened in his mouth. Licking the last traces from his full lips, he smiled up at Darrin.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 02



"Yummy!"

The tension drained from Darrin as he barked out a laugh at Mitch's antics. He was shocked that Mitch not only wasn't mad that he shot into his mouth, but had enjoyed it. Darrin lifted Mitch's chiseled face and pressed their lips together, dipping his tongue inside to taste the wonderful mixture of Mitch's saliva and his semen.

"Your turn now. I think I am ahead in the cum count," said Darrin.

Darrin pressed Mitch backward, running his hands over the beautiful legs in front of him as he slid his hands up and teased the huge nuts that occupied Mitch's briefs. Gripping the underwear by the sides, Darrin slowly pulled them down with Mitch's cock straining until it was finally released, the swollen head giving Mitch's navel a wet kiss of precum as it swung free. Licking up the insides of Mitch's thighs, he drew nearer to the object of his immediate desire, those bull nuts. Holding his nose fractions of an inch from Mitch's balls he inhaled deeply. The scent was a heady blend of spicy and earthy, smelling intimately of Mitch. Reaching up he wrapped his fingers around those large orbs and pulled them to the bottom of his sack. Staring at them for several seconds as he enjoyed the anticipation, Darrin ran the rough tip of his tongue down the cleft between Mitch's testicles.

"Oh yeah. That's it Darrin. Lick my nuts," gasped out Mitch.

Darrin paused briefly to enjoy the look on Mitch's face and then began a thorough tongue bath of the balls in his fist. Moving over them, he began to lick lower and tasted a wonderful tang as he edged into the thatch of hair covering Mitch's ass crack. Not hearing any complaint, he moved lower until finally his tongue uncovered the object of his most intimate desire, the pink orifice winking at him as Mitch thrashed beneath his careful attention. Darrin stared at the twitching opening, wanting to explore it further, but decided that he didn't dare. With reluctance, he moved upward again, finally grasping Mitch's dick in his hand, enjoying its heft, and studying it carefully. The deep blue vein snaking over the top of the pale cock was reminiscent of porcelain blueware, the barely delineated circumcision scar and perfectly shaped glans completing the vision. Not surprisingly the urethra was enormous, as it would need to be to handle the massive quantities cum that emerged from those huge, full nuts. Beauty in the flesh, the perfect cock so far as Darrin was concerned. He slowly ran his thumb over the slit and drew it back coated, a strand of precum trailing off its tip. Tasting it he was unsurprised that it was sweet and delicious.

"GodDamnIt! It's not a fuckin' dildo! My balls are aching. Suck it!" moaned Mitch.

"Yes sir!" Darrin said with a chuckle, remembering that he had shot off twice tonight and Mitch was still waiting. He began to move his hand up and down and sucked the spongy head into his mouth. He nursed and tongued the cockhead while stroking the cock below his lips. Enjoying the honey flowing from its tip, Darrin worked it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Gagging each time he tried to take its entire length, he finally conceded temporary defeat and began working it with both hands and his mouth.

"Oh fuck Darrin. I'm about to nut! Pull off dude, pull off now!"

Darrin smiled to himself and thought 'not fucking likely' as he power sucked the object of his long repressed desire. Feeling the steel rod in his grip swell even further, he braced himself for the impending explosion. 

"FUCK! AHHHHHH!"

His mouth flooded with surge after surge of sperm. Swallowing quickly, he was able to gulp down much of the flow, but as the onslaught continued it began to escape from his lips. When the ejaculation finally subsided, he slowly pulled back and stopped at the tip to tongue the slit before letting it slide from his lips. Darrin spotted a few small pools of cum on Mitch and licked them hungrily. As he moved up, consuming the last drops, he looked into Mitch's eyes, suddenly embarrassed by his lust. He paused, feeling that he had been caught doing something bad. 

"Sorry . . ." he said, feeling his face redden again.

Mitch pulled him up so they were face to face and kissed Darrin passionately. Seemingly closing their bond to any outside of themselves. 

"College, what are you sorry about now?" said Mitch.

"Well. You know. The . . ."

"Don't tell me you are apologizing for the amazing sex we just had. I know a college boy isn't that stupid."

Darrin's eyes enlarged to the size of saucers. Wondering if he was ever going to master this dance with Mitch, he was brought back to the present by the grip of his lover hand on his again hard dick.

"Looks like you are ready for round three there, College. How about you coat my face with some hot man juice. How about that?"

Darrin felt his dick jerk at the suggestion. 

"Come on stud. Climb on my chest and jerk your load on my face."

Mitch moved lower as Darrin shifted up the bed and soon found his nuts resting between Mitch's hairy pecs. The dark curly hair teased the tender skin on the underside of his scrotum. Darrin ran his hand through the one pool of jizz he hadn't licked up and smeared it over his cock. Rocking steadily to rub his ass and nuts over Mitch, he began to jerkoff in earnest. Embarrassed, and yet amazingly turned on, by his exhibition in front of Mitch, his hand quickly became a blur on his dick as he rubbed his other hand over his nipples, tweaking them hard, and moaning with lust yet again.

"Yeah stud. That's fuckin' hot! Squirt your cum all over my face."

Darrin's eyes flew open. Mitch's dirty talk drove him over the edge and he began to unload onto the sexy body below him. His first shot left a thick white trail over Mitch's cheek and nose, and was quickly followed by another thick blob on his lips. But the volume rapidly diminished as his over-taxed nuts squeezed out the last drops of juice, the last trickling into small streams that dripped though Mitch's chest hair. Sliding back he managed to smear the last of his cum between their bodies as he lay on top of Mitch.

Mitch kissed him gently as they enjoyed the intimate moment. Mitch looked up and grinned at Darrin. 

"Maybe this time let's not let it dry. I was covered with dried pecker trails that didn't want to wash off after last night."

"Allow me sexy," said Darrin with a smile.

Darrin ran to the bathroom, fished out a washcloth and soaked it in hot water. First washing himself, he carried the warm saturated cloth back to Mitch and cleaned his face and body from the remnants of cum. Mitch grabbed his arm as Darrin turned to take the cloth back to the bathroom and pulled him back to the bed.

"Leave it. I'd rather cuddle with you."

Smiling Darrin tossed the wet cloth to the floor and climbed into bed with Mitch. Wrapping their arms around each other, they gently caressed and kissed, memorizing each other on an almost molecular level. A few stray words were whispered as the Texas night wrapped itself around them and they fell asleep in each other's arms.



The blare of a pickup horn jarred Darrin and Mitch awake early the next morning. Their sleep-deadened brains dimly recognizing that they were deep in a self-created tangle of limbs and bedding. Mitch frantically worked to free himself from the cloth leviathan and reach his clothes, only to find himself in a heap on the floor with a tentacle of sheet wrapped around his ankle.

"Shit!" said Mitch, as he jerked his feet out of the bedding.

"What the hell is going on?" said Darrin.

"Milk productions again. I forgot! Damnit!"

Mitch yanked on his underwear and jeans, pulling on his t-shirt as he raced toward the door. Sweeping his paperwork against his chest and grabbing his boots in one hand, he sprinted for the pickup.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Sorry," yelled Mitch to the crew.

Darrin collapsed back into their bed, having never made it out during the brief "Mitch storm" that he had just endured. The panicked beginning of his day had left his system filled with adrenaline. As his body recovered his mind began to sift through the details of last night. Recalling Mitch's touch, Darrin ran his fingers over his chest and abdomen, luxuriating in the feeling of peace that enveloped him. He smiled in acknowledgement of his inevitable morning erection, which towered above his bush. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to stroke slowly as he replayed their lovemaking. Sighing deeply, Darrin wiped the slick fluid oozing from his slit over his dick, savoring the sensations he created. He ran his other hand over his chest and rubbed his nipples, the rough skin of his fingers sending shockwaves to his hard shaft. His breathing deepened as he teased himself, his body filling with desire. As he pictured Mitch again, he slowed his efforts. Teasing his slit and rubbing the slick honey over the head of his straining dick, he realized that he really wanted to share this feeling with Mitch. Making a decision to save his ardor, he rose from the musky scented bed to shower and begin his day.

The crew working with Darrin breathed a collective sigh of relief when it was immediately evident that they were working with the competent version of the graduate student they knew. Darrin enjoyed the guys that normally worked on his crew, and Wade, the foreman, was always cracking jokes. But he could also be all business. They quickly finished up yesterday's work and made a sizeable dent in today's. The morning seemed to fly by for Darrin. When they stopped for lunch, Darrin realized he had forgotten to make his lunch, and with a 20-mile round trip to the nearest town he knew there wasn't time to get anything. He resigned himself to whatever food he could find in his pickup, as he walked over to scrounge through the glove box. Unfortunately all he found was a package of cheese crackers and a handful of catsup packages from Sonic. Sitting in the shade of his pickup, he slowly ate the crackers, not quite willing to just eat catsup. He looked up to see Wade headed toward him. Sitting on the ground beside Darrin, he opened his lunch cooler.

"This morning went pretty well! We'll have these finished before nightfall," said Wade.

"Yeah, seems to be going much better. Don't know what was wrong with me yesterday."

"Well you seemed a little distracted. It happens. Women can get to a man sometimes."

Darrin grinned, "Yeah, love sure can screw things up."

"You must'a patched things up though. Cause you have been grinning all day! The boys seem to think you got lucky last night," said Wade with a smile.

Darrin turned scarlet. Feeling the heat pouring from his face, he knew it was obvious that Wade had hit too close to the truth. To complete his embarrassment, he choked and blew partially chewed crackers over his jeans. Trying to catch his breath, and his composure, he looked away and muttered.

"Ah, yeah. You know how it is. "

Wade cackled at Darrin's discomfort and grinned. "It's ok Darrin. I do know. I was young once." Wade clasped him on the shoulder, "Hey you don't have much lunch. You aren't dieting or something are ya? Cause we gotta lot to do this afternoon."

"No. No diet. I just forgot to fix it. Mitch had milk productions early this morning and his crew woke us up when they showed up. Guess it sorta set me off on the wrong foot today."

Wade cracked open his cooler and handed Darrin a sandwich. "Here. It ain't much but it's a damn sight better than tiny crackers. B'sides my wife fixed me three of them. She's always afraid that I won't have enough to eat." Wade took another of the sandwiches and bit into it. Darrin unwrapped the sandwich he had been handed and took a tentative bite. The taste of yellow mustard and fried baloney flooded his mouth. Immediately he was five years old and fried baloney meant "special day" lunches with his mother. Darrin closed his eyes as he chewed, thoroughly enjoying the unexpected comfort food.

Darrin swallowed and said, "Fried baloney. I haven't had a fried baloney sandwich since I was a little kid."

"Yeah, they are good stuff. One of my favorites too. The wife doesn't fix them too often, says they're a lot of trouble," said Wade with a shrug.

The two sat in companionable silence as they ate. Wade handed Darrin a few more morsels from his cooler until Darrin was wondering exactly how much food Wade's wife had packed for him. The finale was Wade's shared homemade brownie that had Darrin licking his fingers afterwards.

"Damn that was good Wade. I appreciate you sharing your lunch. Your wife packs a mean lunch cooler!"

Wade smiled and nodded, "Yeah, everyone needs someone to take care of 'em, and to take care of." Wade looked at Darrin and winked and then gathered up the remnants of their lunch and began getting the crew moving again. 

They finished the rest of the work with no problems, although it was still late when they were done. Darrin thought nothing of it since he had long ago realized that work on a ranch is finished when it's finished, not by some clock. Gathering up his datasheets and typing the last of the entries into his computer, he packed up. After checking tomorrow's schedule with Wade, he crawled into his pickup for the drive home. 

Darrin mulled over a thousand things, from his research to Mitch, so engrossed in his thoughts that he was almost surprised when he pulled up to the residence. Wondering if Mitch was back yet, he crawled out of the pickup and went into the house.

"Mitch. Hey MITCH!"

Mitch walked from the bedroom, naked and damp from his recent shower, toweling his hair dry.

"Yeah babe, I'm here. What's up?" Mitch made a last swipe with the towel and walked over to Darrin. Flipping the damp towel over Darrin's head, Mitch pulled him closer and kissed him softly. Stepping back, he ripped the towel from around Darrin's neck and finished toweling off.

Darrin watched as the delicious hair on Mitch's body undulated under the towel. A dry Texas breeze blew through the room, carrying him the scent of the man in front of him. Watching Mitch openly was so new to him that he still felt that he should somehow be hiding his stares, but instead he drank in the perfect man that was standing before him. Mitch looked up into Darrin's lustful stare and chuckled. 

"Like what you see babe?"

"Oh yeah. I love what I see!"

He grabbed Darrin, pulling him into a warm embrace. Mitch wrapped his muscular arms around him and pressed their lips together in a heated kiss. He allowed his lips to part slightly, and his tongue touched Darrin's warm red lips. Sensing his gentle probing, Darrin parted his lips and Mitch quickly exploited the breach and slipped his branding-iron hot tongue deep into Darrin's mouth. Their kisses lingered and explored. Both men panted as their make-out session became more and more urgent. Darrin ran his hands lower, wanting to explore the nude form in from of him. But as his hand slid downward he felt rough hands clasp his. Mitch gave him a last lust-filled kiss and then pulled back, a single strand of saliva trailing between their lips.

"Oh no big boy! You smell like cow shit. Go shower and I'll fix dinner. Then we can . . . relax, " said Mitch.

Darrin kissed him back softly, "Yeah. Ok, I'll clean up."

He walked over and kicked off his boots, flipping them into the corner. Darrin moved to the bedroom door and stripped off his work clothes, while still watching Mitch. His cock thickened at the sight of Mitch's sexy ass, and became fully erect when Mitch bent over to get something from a lower cabinet. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Darrin dropped his boxers and walked naked into the bathroom, his erection leading the way. 

Darrin relived the last two days as he moved through his shower routine and realized they were some of the best of his life. He stepped into the shower and the brown runlets of water that cascaded off him immediately testified to how filthy Darrin truly was. Soaping his body, he lathered his hair covered chest and stomach. Moving lower, he soaped his dick and balls and then worked the lather over his ass. His eyes closed as he began working the slick gel into the thick hair in his crack. His hand rubbed up and down his ass and he moaned softly each time his soap-slicked fingers ran over his hole. Feeling his pucker yield slightly to the pressure, he slowly slid one finger into his ass and began to finger fuck himself. His slippery finger ran in and out of his ass as his other hand caressed his chest. He reveled in the texture of hair under his fingers. Clear juice pumped from his cock as he added a second finger to his ass and stretched his sphincter further. Darrin gasped and hung his head as the burning sensation radiated from his ass. As the heat of sex flooded his body, he rammed his fingers deep into his ass, twisting his hard nipples with his other hand. He moaned softly as his body moved closer to orgasm.

"Hey, College! Time to eat. Get your ass in here!" shouted Mitch.

Jarred from his haze, Darrin's fingers popped from his ass as he realized what he had been doing. Flushing bright red, he quickly finished his shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and dried off while willing his cock to go down. As he walked out of the bathroom, he looked up to see Mitch standing at the bedroom door, now clothed in tight white BVDs and looking hot. 

"Come on stud. Time to eat. Get some underwear on that monster so we can have supper."

Darrin blushed again as he tried to hide his stiff penis. Rummaging through his clothes he found a pair of oversized boxers and slid them on in the hope that he could hide his dick inside their tent-like confines. He moved to the table and tried to hide his crotch under the table while Mitch was taking the food off the stove. Mitch arrived seconds later, laden with grilled steak and fried potatoes for their minuscule table. Sitting down across from Darrin, he looked over the meal.

"Meat and taters. My favorite!" said Mitch, with an overblown smile.

Darrin chuckled and relaxed enough to fork a steak and potatoes onto his plate and begin eating.

"You know, eating with you is going to make me fat. A few vegetables wouldn't kill ya," said Darrin.

"Don't like the green shit," said Mitch around a bite of steak.

"I'll find some 'green shit' that you'll like. You'll try it? Right?"

"Yeah, ok. I'll try it. But I like meat and taters best."

Laughing again Darrin said, "Yes Mitch. I got it. My man likes meat and potatoes. Well, I certainly like his meat so I guess I'll learn to live with it."

Darrin blushed slightly as he looked for Mitch's reply, which was a bawdy wink above a fork piled with fried potatoes. The companionable meal was finished at a leisurely pace with the cleanup shared between them. After the last of the mess was taken care of they found themselves on the couch with Darrin laying his head in Mitch's lap. The comfortable silence continued as Mitch began to slowly caress Darrin. Mitch let the body hair slip between his fingers as he lightly touched Darrin. Tracing light circles over his areolas, Mitch drifted his hand to Darrin's navel where he gently tugged the hair surrounding it. Mitch's fingers slid under the waistband of Darrin's boxers, skimming over the dense hair covering his abdomen. Curling down, Mitch kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"You are so sexy," said Mitch in a soft voice.

Darrin looked up at him with a look of disbelief. "You're crazy. You are so fuckin' hot, and you're with me. And you think I'm . . . sexy. You're nuts!"

Mitch smiled and kissed him again. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, College. Remember that."

"Mitch."

"Yeah."

"You remember our rule. About asking for what you want to do."

"Yeah, College. I remember."

"Well, if you agreed to it once. Do I have to ask again?"




Wrangler Butts Ch. 02



Mitch barked out a laugh, "No. Just go for it!"

Darrin smiled and rose from Mitch's lap. His cock peeked out of the gaping fly on his boxers as he leaned against Mitch and pushed him down on the couch. Lifting his arm to expose the dark thicket of hair under the muscular bicep, Darrin plunged his face into the dense hair and inhaled. His already stiff cock throbbed and hardened even further. He began to feast on Mitch's pit like it was a 10-course meal. His tongue explored and tasted the vibrant masculine body pinned beneath him. Moving to the other arm, he found the same delicate musk. Darrin forcefully moved between Mitch's armpits until he felt a firm grip on his face that pulled him in for a hard kiss.

"Time for more fun big boy."

Mitch rolled them so his body splayed over Darrin like a blanket. Without a word he started kissing his lover, moving down his body. Caressing and touching Darrin with his tongue, he moved to his nipples and took each one in his mouth to lick and bite until they were hard and erect. Moving lower, he began running his tongue around Darrin's navel. To his amusement Mitch discovered that he had found Darrin's ticklish spot, which he dove back into with impish delight. The unexpected attack caused Darrin to erupt in giggles, his turgid cock waving from his crotch.

"Ticklish are we? Something to explore another day," said Mitch as his finger continued to circle Darrin's navel. 

Darrin looked up at Mitch and gasped out, "I'll get you for that fucker!" Then collapsed back to the couch.

Wiggling lower and resting his arms on Darrin's legs he began licking over his inner thighs. Pushing the cloth of his boxers higher, Mitch touched his tongue to the hairy sack where it was exposed in the loose fabric. Caressing Darrin's legs softly, he slowly levered himself up and then grabbed the sides of the huge boxers.

"These have got to go. And damn, just show your boner instead of trying to hide it in a huge ass pair of boxers!" said Mitch with a chuckle.

Darrin colored red that he had been so unsuccessful at hiding his earlier erection. But he quickly realized that he had just been told that being caught with a stiffy wasn't a bad thing. Suddenly Mitch grabbed the fly of the boxers and ripped them apart, pulled them from under Darrin's ass, and tossed them to the floor.

"There. Now you won't wear those ugly-ass things again!"

"Hey! Those were my- Oh fuck . . ." said Darrin with a gasp as Mitch's hot mouth surrounded his swollen glans. Darrin moaned as Mitch's tongue dove into his piss slit. His breath hissed from between his teeth as the feelings of pleasure pulsing through him took a wonderful new dimension. Wanting to taste the nectar that he knew was flowing from his lover's cock, Darrin reached down, grabbed an arm and tugged.

"Turn!" said Darrin.

Mitch looked up with a smile and then pivoted around Darrin's body. He stopped with his knees planted on either side of Darrin's head and his cock dripping onto his face.

"Umm, god, that looks so good," said Darrin.

Diving into the furred groin above him Darrin licked and tugged the thick hair, his own cock throbbing as Mitch continued to unleash on it. He ran his tongue up Mitch's ass crack, flicking it against the twitching hole nested inside. Focusing on Mitch's brown-eye for several moments, he probed the opening with single-minded intensity. Feeling the growing accumulation of precum on his stomach from Mitch's dripping cock, Darrin left the densely haired ass that he so loved to find Mitch's red, swollen monster jutting from his crotch. Darrin wrapped his lips around it and circled his tongue on the ridge of the cockhead as he bathed in the tastes and smells assaulting him. 

Darrin relaxed his throat and began sliding Mitch's cock deeper, feeling the bulging vein and enormous cum tube as they slithered over his lips. Moaning around the invading flesh, his body shivered at the sensation. Time stopped as Darrin's body registered all that was happening. His balls were tight against his dick in response to Mitch's amazing mouth, while at the same instant his lips were pressed against Mitch's wiry pubic hair. That climatic moment drove Darrin over the edge. His dick convulsed over and over as his balls emptied their contents into his lover's mouth. Darrin's body shuddered as Mitch swallowed the load of sperm flooding into his mouth. As his awareness returned, Darrin swallowed Mitch's cock over and over, massaging his glans with each gulp. Mitch arched his body, pinning his cock in the warm orifice that was producing such pleasure.

"Ohgod. Babe that feels amazing. You swallowed my dick! Fuck!"

Darrin gripped Mitch's hips as he began fucking his face. The steel-hard flesh rammed against Darrin's tonsils, as his hands ran over Mitch's stunning body. Darrin moaned slightly in disappointment when Mitch slid his cock out. But then almost swooned as he watched Mitch's furry ass rotate over him as Mitch shifted positions.

"Oh fuck. I wanna jizz on your chest. I fuckin' wanna coat your goddamn chest with cum!"

Darrin stared transfixed at the hair lined ass crack moving inches from his face. Finally giving in to his lust, he grabbed Mitch by the hips and yanked his butt tight against his face. Unable to control his hunger he rammed his tongue into the trench and the smell and musk proved to be too much. Darrin's inhibitions vaporized and he burrowed his tongue deep into the ass pressed against his face. As his tongue sought its mark, he absorbed the tastes and smells surrounding him. Then his tongue slid over the object of his search. 

"Oh fuck yeah. FUCK! Yeah, tongue that butt!"

Encouraged by Mitch, he drove his tongue deeper into the ass pressed against his face. Closing his eyes, he relished each thrust as he tongue-fucked his lover and then he felt his probe being expelled by the clenching hole. Recognizing that Mitch was about to explode, he raked his tongue over and over across the now flushed entryway.

"Oh shit!" screamed Mitch. 

Cum started shooting over Darrin, Mitch's enormous ejaculation hosing down his chest. Darrin's tongue pressed hard against the now quivering hole as Mitch stripped the last drops of semen onto Darrin. Falling forward onto his hands, Mitch gasped for air.

"Oh my god. I thought my nuts had exploded. That was fuckin' amazing. Your tongue . . . oh shit that was good."

"So. What I did. That was . . . ok?"

Mitch twisted, landing on top of Darrin. Squishing the cream between their chests, he looked at Darrin with an incredulous look on his face.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me? You couldn't tell if it was ok! It was goddamn mother fucking mind blowing amazing! Oh my god we have to get you to relax. You're fuckin' amazing!"

Darrin felt his face burn and redden with embarrassment. Unable to speak, he wrapped his arms around Mitch and held him tight as the two of them returned from their sexual high. Eventually Mitch leaned up and kissed Darrin on the chin. As he lifted himself up he watched the strings of cum trail between them. Wiping his hand through the white cream he loaded his fingers and brought them to his mouth where he sucked them clean. He kissed Darrin again, allowing the fluid of their lovemaking to slide into Darrin's mouth. The taste of their fluids flooded their senses as their tongues slid over each other. Time slowed as they enjoyed the post-climax intimacy.

"I think we're going to need another shower. What do you think College?"

Darrin ran his finger though a white blob on his nipple. Sucking it off his finger, he looked Mitch in the eyes and ran his hands over Mitch's damp chest.

"Yup, but you know there ain't much water here. So I reckin we will jess haveta shower together."

Mitch laughed at his bad drawl, "Yeah, I reckin."



The next few days were a blur of activity for both men. The demands of their research pulled them to multiple locations over the station each day. The physical activity was taxing and left them with the desire, but little energy for intimacy. As the weekend approached it looked like they might actually have some time together. But on Friday, Mitch was told that he was working Saturday. They shared a quiet breakfast together to enjoy what time they had. Standing at the door in his boxers, Darrin watched as Mitch drove off in his pickup. Moving slowly around the house, he tried to think of something to keep him from the lonely haunting thoughts that plagued him at times like this. 

Shaking off these oh-too-familiar feelings, he set his resolve to keep his mind occupied. He realized that the house was badly in need of cleaning, given that neither of them had enough time to pick up after themselves. So Darrin began a day of household chores in the hopes that it would keep him busy.



The low evening sun dyed the landscape brilliant red, reminiscent of a plains grassfire, as Darrin sat on the steps watching the dust boil up on the road to the house. He knew Mitch was the cause since he had sent Darrin a text saying not to worry about dinner - that he would take care of it. Not knowing where they might go, Darrin had dressed in new Wranglers, a black t-shirt and his good boots. He watched as the small pickup emerged from the cloud of dust, coming to a halt in front of the house. Mitch stepped out and Darrin noted that he looked clean, even though he should have been working all day. 

Mitch motioned and said, "Hey let's go. Come on!"

Darrin jumped in the passenger side, letting Mitch drive since he had no idea where they were going. Animated and excited, Mitch chatted more than normal. Darrin began to wonder what had happened. Finally he blurted out.

"Why are you so clean? And why are you so chatty?"

Mitch paused to collect his thoughts, "Well I'm clean because I took a change of clothes with me this morning and Wade let me shower at the headquarters before I went to town. So far as chatty . . ." Mitch looked over at Darrin. "I guess I'm happy to be with you." Darrin felt himself melt at that simple declaration. Just the fact that Mitch was happy to be around him was enough. At that place and in that moment Darrin was happy and content, that small part of him that was always in doubt still whispered, but he refused to listen to it.

"Oh, ok. So where are we going?"

Mitch beamed at him and almost bouncing in the seat. "Can't tell ya. It's a surprise!"

Darrin laughed at Mitch's child-like exuberance. Settling into the seat and relaxing he enjoyed the scenery, and responded to Mitch's litany of his day when needed. But mostly he basked in the enjoyment of being with a man that he was realizing he had come to love deeply. Eventually Darrin realized they had left any semblance of a road and were traveling through waist high grass toward an overlook. Absently wondering where they were going, he was surprised when they parked at the edge of the overlook.

"Well we're here! What'd ya think!" said Mitch.

"Of what? We're in the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah! Isn't it great!" said Mitch, bounding out of the pickup.

Darrin stepped from the pickup and walked back to stand beside Mitch. He saw the look of rapt adoration on Mitch's face as he surveyed the land below them. Darrin turned to see what was holding Mitch's attention and found himself likewise enthralled. The inland sea of gray-green flowed for miles around them as the native prairie revealed itself under his careful scrutiny. Infrequent islands of darker green marked the small groves of trees that dotted this windswept vista. Darrin watched Mitch's expression change subtlety as he renewed himself from the land. But it wasn't a landscape that held wide appeal. It was a land that would test a person and crush them if they were found lacking. But Darrin realized in an instant that Mitch was enthralled with this harsh mistress, as it encapsulated all the stories that he had related to Darrin over the past year.

"It's beautiful," said Darrin in a whisper.

Mitch turned and smiled at him. "Yeah, it's pretty spectacular isn't it," Mitch turned back. "Someday. Someday I'll have a place like this."

Darrin smiled and walked over, wrapping his arm around Mitch's waist. "I'm sure you will Mitch. I'm sure you will." 

Darrin paused for a minute, and mouthed almost silently. "Maybe we will." Mitch turned and kissed him.

"What babe?"

"Oh, " said Darrin. "Well, you said we were going to dinner. So . . ." Darrin indicated the empty landscape with a nod of his head.

Mitch chuckled and mussed Darrin's hair. "This is where we're eating! I made us a picnic. Isn't this a great place?!"

Darrin shook his head and laughed as he watched Mitch sprint to the pickup again and pulled out a plastic cooler and some blankets from behind the seat. Walking to the tailgate, he motioned for Darrin to lower it. Then he tossed down the blankets for them to sit on and wedged the cooler against the pickup bed. Turning he plopped on the tailgate and patted his hand on a spot beside him.

"Have a seat, babe. I've got us a great supper." Mitch began digging in the cooler. First he pulled out two ice-cold Budweisers, and handed Darrin one. Taking the bottle, Darrin twisted off the cap and tilted it to his lips and enjoyed the refreshing liquid as it slid down his dry throat. He lowered the bottle with a sigh.

"Oh yeah! What else do you have in there?"

Mitch sat down his own half-emptied beer and began pulling out the meal. It was mostly traditional picnic food, but there were a few things that Mitch seemed to be keeping back as a surprise. Darrin began piling food on his plate, but realized that there was no meat for the sandwiches.

"Umm, Mitch. You forgot the lunch meat."

"Nope!" said Mitch with a triumphant grin. Reaching back in, he hoisted out a sealed plastic container and handed it to Darrin. Darrin cracked open the plastic to the distinctive smell of fried baloney. Looking up at Mitch he stuttered."What? How?"

"Wade told me you loved fried baloney. So I cooked you some at the headquarters. His wife helped me put together some of the picnic things too."

"Wade . . . and his wife . . . helped. So. What did you? How did you explain . . . us." said Darrin with a shiver of dread.

"I just told 'em I thought we needed a break. Yup, they're good people. Said to tell you hi."

Darrin nodded, trying to digest this information with his meal. His stomach clenched as he worried about the possible consequences of Mitch's information, but finally cast off his anxiety and enjoyed the meal. As they finished the last of the potato salad, Mitch looked at Darrin with that mischievous grin that Darrin was starting to recognize as trouble.

"What have you done?" said Darrin.

"Nothing, nothing at all. Just a little surprise is all." Mitch reached into the cooler again and pulled out a can of whipping cream. "I thought we might like some dessert."

"But what are you-" Darrin paused as it dawned on him that the whipped cream was for a very adult dessert.

Mitch started shaking the can while he stared at Darrin. "Take off your shirt, stud. I want to see your hairy chest."

"Here!" said Darrin with a squeak.

"Yes here. Who's going to see anything?"

Darrin glanced from side to side as if anti-sex patrols were going to jump from the grass surrounding them. Scrutinizing the horizon closely, he realized that Mitch was right, there were no signs of human touch in sight. He quickly decided this was part of the new Darrin and tugged his black shirt over his head and laid it over the side of the pickup. Mitch leaned over to Darrin with a lecherous look on his face as he squirted whipped cream over one of Darrin's nipples. He gasped slightly as the cold sensation coating his nipple. Mitch leaned toward his chest and his hot tongue slowly emerging from his mouth and sliced through the froth, hitting Darrin's nipple. Erotic sensations surged through Darrin as the electric jolts ran from his chest.

"Oh fuck," said Darrin with a sigh. "That feels so good."

Mitch's acknowledgement was an increase in speed, as he trailed his tongue over Darrin's nipple, removing the cream a slice at a time. He moved to Darrin's other nipple and repeated his actions and when he finished, Mitch had two hard red columns protruding from Darrin's chest hair. Mitch straddled him, their crotches pressed against each other, their jeans causing a wonderful friction as Mitch dry humped his lover's groin. Laying on Darrin, he began to rub and kiss over the wide chest under him. Stealing a kiss from Darrin's red lips, Mitch dove downward. Darrin sighed with desire as Mitch's oral performance twisted and dodged down his torso. Mitch paused as he reached Darrin's midriff, looking into his eyes with an expression of pure orneriness and grabbed the can again. Pressing the nozzle hard, he almost instantly filled Darrin's navel with whipped cream. Mitch quickly pressed his face onto Darrin's stomach, where he licked and sucked the slippery substance as Darrin writhed under him in helpless laughter. Mitch finally paused, allowing Darrin to regain his breath. Almost reduced to tears by his ticklish belly, Darrin gasped for air.

"Asshole! You're going to pay for that!" said Darrin between gasps. 

Darrin's grab at Mitch was quickly aborted by a hot hand surrounding his package and squeezing tight, ratcheting up the levels of lust that were already approaching super nova.

"Yeah. . . Gonna get. . . Shit," muttered Darrin.

Darrin twisted and moaned as Mitch continued to knead his crotch. His lust mounted as flashes of sanity contemplated another climax in his jeans. But as his body began to tense, the pressure was suddenly gone. This left Darrin thrashing and begging for release. He rose to his elbows, enjoying the hot sensation of Mitch's fingers as he slowly was undressed; the unbuckled belt, the opened metal closure, and finally the lowering of the thick zipper on his Wranglers as Darrin's crotch was exposed. He almost giggled as Mitch paused and stared at his package.

Mitch said with a grin, "What do we have here, College? Did you find something to wear other than old man boxers?" 

Looking down at the deep green jockstrap covering Darrin's package Mitch licked his lips. "Babe these are so sexy. They make me fuckin' horny"

"Well that was why I got 'em," said Darrin. "I'm glad you like them. I love the feel of my bare ass in my jeans too."

"Well then," said Mitch. "We might just have to start you a collection, cause they are fuckin' hot."

Mitch reached up and ran his hand over the rock hard cock inside the jockstrap. As he stroked back and forth, Mitch gently tugged the jock down and released the head of Darrin's cock so it towered above the elastic waistband. Darrin watched as Mitch shook the whipping cream again and then coated his throbbing glans. Gasping he waited in aching anticipation for what he knew would follow. Suddenly Mitch's hot tongue hit his cock and his moan of anticipation ended. His mouth felt like a red-hot branding iron against Darrin's cold and throbbing dick.

"Ohhh fuck." said Darrin, "That's amazing."

Darrin enjoyed the sights and sensations as Mitch worked his dick almost to orgasm again and again. The edging was driving Darrin to the limit of his sanity when suddenly Mitch paused, to Darrin's dismayed groan. He reached up and slowly slid the jock lower, hooking the wide elastic band under Darrin's balls. Trapped against his throbbing cock, Darrin's nuts were on full display and churning. Mitch moved so his mouth was inches from the exposed balls and blew his hot breath over them. Moving lower, his tongue flailed the exposed surface of Darrin's nuts and then dove down the length of his exposed cock. Mitch deposited a trail of fiery spit that left Darrin gasping. 

Panting and needing release, Darrin distantly felt Mitch slide his boots off, kissing his foot as he slipped off each sock. Mitch ran his hands up Darrin's thighs, wrapped his fingers around Darrin's remaining clothes and slid them slowly down his legs. Darrin realized he was naked in a pickup bed, but somehow he didn't care so long as Mitch was with him. Mitch pressed himself on top of Darrin. His gentle kisses becoming more passionate as they made out. Mitch lifted his torso above Darrin, his hands braced on the muscular chest below him, as he rubbed his denim-covered ass over Darrin's bare stomach.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 02



"I seem to be overdressed for this party, babe. What're you gonna do about it?"

Darrin smiled at the challenge. He pulled Mitch against his chest and rolled them so he was on top. Seating his bare ass over Mitch's crotch, Darrin felt the thick hard cock trapped inside. He grabbed the bottom of Mitch's shirt and ripped it open and the snaps sounded like a semi-automatic pistol when they released. Pulling off the shirt, he tossed it to the communal pile. He lunged onto Mitch's chest in a frantic desire to touch every bit of the man beneath him yet again. His hands moved lower and he stripped Mitch of his clothes and boots, pausing to enjoy the hot masculine body in front of him. He grabbed the can and squirted whipped cream over Mitch's hard cock and huge balls. He lowered his face to the banquet, feasting like a man starved for weeks. As he cleaned the last speck from the forest under his tongue, he felt Mitch's hand clasp his head and pull him upward.

"My turn again, College," said Mitch in a lust filled voice.

Mitch pressed against Darrin rotating them so Darrin was again under him. Moving so that he was standing on the ground, Mitch reached up and pulled Darrin toward him. He grabbed Darrin's cock in his fist and jacked it slowly as he again reached for the whipped cream. Mitch squirted a thin stream down Darrin's dick and over his nuts and again devoured his man. Darrin moaned under the attention as the sexual heat raging through his body was fanned to new levels. Feeling his impending orgasm, Darrin's breath came in small gasps, and then the sensations were again gone. Looking up, he saw Mitch considering him with a look of hunger. Mitch's dick was tucked high, with the glisten of precum obvious on the shaft. He slapped Darrin on the side of his ass.

"Roll over. You munched my ass last time I think it's only fair that I eat your ass now."

Darrin's heart raced at the thought of Mitch's tongue touching his hole. Moving to his knees, he slumped his chest against the blanket and spread his knees wide so his butt was open for whatever Mitch wanted. Soon he heard the now familiar hiss of aerosol, followed immediately by the wet, cold sensation that bled through his dense hair and ran over his quivering hole. Letting out an audible gasp as Mitch's tongue first touched him, Darrin was soon reduced to incomprehensible babble as his ass was licked clean by Mitch's expert mouth. Mitch stopped his exploration and Darrin almost whimpered in his need, but the assault renewed almost immediately. He had changed his attack, using his tongue as a battering ram to open Darrin's tight hole. As the steamy tongue dove further and further into Darrin's clenched ass, the pleasure centers of Darrin's body fired to overload. Finally Darrin's body relaxed as his gates opened wide, ready to be plundered. Darrin desperately tried to communicate his need, but the sounds coming from him were babble that was barely recognizable as having originated in language. Mitch paused, running his thumb over Darrin's hole.

"What babe?"

"Fuck me," said Darrin with a whimper. "Please fuck me. Fuck me now."

Mitch withdrew his touch. For an instant Darrin feared he had asked too much, went too fast. It was always too much with him. But then he realized that Mitch was lying beside him so they are face to face.

"Babe. I didn't. I wasn't. Baby I don't have any condoms and I won't do it without protection."

"It's ok. I am clean. I got tested over a year ago and . . . well there hasn't been anyone after that," said Darrin.

"Babe, it's not you that I'm worried about. I haven't been with anyone either, but I've avoided getting tested. I guess I'm afraid of what I might find out. But I won't take a chance with you. We have to use a condom. I'm horny enough to fuck a mare but I won't take the chance of hurting you." Mitch leaned in and kissed Darrin softly.

Darrin's mind raced, screaming for a solution. He suddenly remembered.

"Mitch."

"Yeah."

"I have some . . ."

"You do? Where?"

"In the center console of the truck. I bought 'em and keep forgetting to take them out."

Mitch gripped Darrin's chin and turned it so they were eye to eye. "Darrin, why do you have a package of condoms if you haven't been with anyone in over a year?"

Darrin's face colored as he realized that he couldn't escape this question.

"Uh, I use em. On me."

"What do you mean 'on you'?"

"Oh god Mitch, are you really going to make me say it?"

"I guess so. Spill it. What've you done this time that you think's so horrible?"

"Fine! I beat off in them. There! Are you happy now! I beat off and fucking jizz in a fucking condom."

Darrin turned his face in embarrassment. Slowly he realized that Mitch was not angry, in fact he was shaking with laughter.

Mitch said, "Shit, is that all! That might be fuckin' hot. Maybe I'll watch sometime. But in the mean time don't move . . ." 

Darrin watched Mitch climb out of the truck bed and carefully walk to the cab. Disappearing for a few moments he quickly returned with the prize clasped in his hand. Darrin realized he had never moved and his naked ass was still in the air. Mitch moved so they were again face-to-face.

"Babe, are you sure. This probably isn't exactly how you pictured our first time."

"Mitch, I want you inside me so bad. Please. Fuck me!" Darrin pressed his lips hard against Mitch's. Distilling his passion into that kiss.

"Oh fuck. You are so damn hot. I've wanted to screw you for months. I've jerked off thinking about fuckin' you. I want'd it to be perfect though."

"It'll be perfect. It'll be with you," said Darrin, "Now sweetie, if you don't get back there and fuck your boyfriend, your boyfriend is horny enough to find any random cowboy that will plug his butt!"

Mitch laughed and moved back, running his hands over the exposed ass in front of him. Darrin moaned softly with each touch and its residual tracing of fire. Mitch moved closer, squeezing the muscular ass in his hands. He moved between the moist ass cheeks to rub his thumb over Darrin's distended hole. Lifting one hand to his mouth, he coated his finger with saliva and pressed it against the tight star. He teased Darrin's hole, watching it twitch and convulse as it became more and more swollen with need. As the moans increased in volume, Mitch slowly slid his finger deep inside Darrin's hot gut. Twisting and probing with his digit, Mitch explored the canal thoroughly. Darrin's body arched and pressed back, needing more. Mitch smiled and smoothly added another finger, causing a low growl to erupt from Darrin's chest as two thick, callused fingers penetrated his gut.

"Shit, god yes. That feels amazing," said Darrin.

"Your ass is so fuckin' hot! Fuck it's hungry for my dick!"

Soon the two digits became three as Mitch prepared Darrin. He stretched and probed the grasping lips of his ass, Darrin's inner sphincter was the last to relax and open to his surrogate cock. Darrin was lost in waves of pleasure as his tunnel was explored. Finally he gasped out.

"Goddamnit Mitch! FUCK ME!"

Mitch grinned at Darrin's red, panting face as he tore open the condom package and unrolled its contents over his throbbing, enraged dick. Darrin watched as a blob of saliva ran from Mitch's mouth to land on the fat, hard dick in his hand. Finally Mitch moved behind Darrin and knelt on the blanket. Darrin hung his head, a mare in heat waiting to be mounted by his stud. He felt his body tense as the hot head of Mitch's cock pressed against his ass lips. Darrin willed himself to relax as his butt stretched to accommodate this new invader. The familiar burning of penetration began, but quickly exceeded anything Darrin had felt before. As the pain became almost unbearable, he heard a soft voice in his ear as Mitch laid his body over Darrin's back.

"Almost babe. Once the head is through we'll let you recover."

With that Mitch pumped his hips slightly, forcing his cockhead through the barrier. Darrin gasped as he felt the ridge pop through his over-stretched sphincter, the pain seemingly insurmountable for the first few seconds, but Mitch remained still as promised and the pain slowly receded. Without realizing it Darrin began pushing backward, wanting more cock inside him, needing Mitch buried in his ass.

"Oh my, seems I've got an overachiever on my hands. It looks like College's ready for step 2." said Mitch with a chuckle.

Mitch gripped Darrin's hips in his powerful hands and slowly pushed his cock deeper into Darrin's canal. Moans erupted from Darrin as his system was assaulted with new and wonderful sensations. Darrin lifted his chest from the blanket and pushed against Mitch, his entire focus becoming that part of his body in contact with Mitch's manhood. With one final shove from them both, Darrin felt the satisfying sensation of Mitch's curly pubic hair against his ass.

"There, all in. Just relax. Your ass is so hot. I'm close to busting my nut!"

Darrin moaned his agreement as he enjoyed the full feeling radiating from his ass. He began moving on Mitch's sheathed cock, signaling his readiness for breeding. Mitch moved in time with him. Beginning slowly and then picking up speed as he pulled out further and further, only to push deep inside Darrin's tight muscular butt. On one particularly powerful stroke Darrin felt it plow against his prostate, flooding his senses with a new level of lust. 

"Ohgod! FUCKFUCKFUCK! That's it!"

"Babe, did I hit a good spot? Does my man like a good prostate massage?" said Mitch with a sneer.

"FUCK! OHGOD!"

Darrin lost himself in the torrent of pleasure as Mitch hammered his newly discovered butt nut. Already on the precipice of orgasm, the explosion of sensations drove him over the edge. With a silent scream, his body began convulsing and volumes of cum jetted from his cock as his body plummeted through release. His muscles clamped down on Mitch's dick as it continued to ram over and over into his clenching body. With a final tremor, the last drops of semen leaked from Darrin's dick as his ass continued to be battered. Sensing that Mitch was speeding toward his own climax, Darrin clamped his ass around Mitch's dick, milking the cream from those huge nuts. Mitch tensed against him and dumped the contents of his balls into the latex sheath. Darrin moaned as the heat of Mitch's ejaculation scalded the recesses of his ass. He relished the final throes of their orgasms with Mitch's meaty thighs pressed tight against his own trembling ass. Soon he felt the weight of an exhausted man land on his back as Mitch collapsed.

"Oh god babe," said Mitch breathlessly. "Your ass is amazing. I've never felt anything that good."

Darrin smiled with the praise. "Well, you fucked the cum out of me. So I think that means you were damn amazing too." He turned his head and kissed Mitch's cheek and lowered them both to the blanket. Darrin enjoyed Mitch's heat on him as the minutes passed and they recovered. He felt the softening dick slip from his ass as they lay on top of each other. Pushing himself up, Darrin reached down and slipped the filled condom from Mitch's deflating cock. Holding it up for examination he was amazed at the volume.

"Damn, you cum a lot"

Mitch said, "Judging from this blanket, you didn't do so bad either."

Darrin laughed and tossed the used rubber over the side. Cuddling back against each other, Mitch wrapped his arms around Darrin and pulled him tight. He nuzzled against Darrin's neck as they watched the stars slowly come out in the darkening Texas sky. Finally Mitch propped himself up on one elbow and leaned in for another gentle kiss.

"I hate to be the bad guy, but we should start back."

"Yeah, I know. Just a couple more minutes, then we can start back. Ok?"

Mitch kissed him again and then pressed his head against Darrin's chest.

"Yeah, Ok. A couple more minutes sounds good."



Wrangler Butts Ch. 03



Mitch woke slowly, the soft breeze wafting across his body as he lay against Darrin's sleeping form. He propped himself up and enjoyed the sight of the man next to him. At some point during the night they had kicked off the covers, leaving them both completely exposed, and Mitch was enjoying the scenery. He had thought from the first day that Darrin's crystal blue eyes and light brown hair made him irresistibly cute. The goatee and lightly haired body just added a level of hotness to the overall effect. Of course, there was the fact that he had always been attracted to bigger guys, and Darrin's muscular, tall body was perfect so far as Mitch was concerned. 

Darrin's bare body allowed him to enjoy what was so often covered. The light dusting of chest hair that concentrated over Darrin's sternum and then plunged in a sexy line to his pubic bush was hot, thought Mitch. And it was a bush too, while it might have been pruned back a little, it certainly wasn't mowed to almost smooth. The covering of hair on his legs and calves did give you a clue about the thick fur that Mitch found so erotic that covered his ass. Of course, the physical attributes were just a plus so far as Mitch was concerned. He found it adorable that Darrin was so easily embarrassed, usually by things that Mitch thought were really hot. Mitch thought back to last night, when their 'few more minutes' had stretched into a couple of hours of cuddling and soft whispers. Eventually, he could no longer resist the tantalizing man in front of him. He caressed Darrin's chest, running his fingers through the hair, enjoying the texture of man under his fingertips. As he rubbed over Darrin's nipples, his blue eyes fluttered open and a smile stretched across his face.

"What a great way to wake up. I could stand that every morning," said Darrin as he stretched.

Mitch leaned down and licked one of Darrin's nipples, feeling it harden as he gently worked on the pink circle. His fingers slid over its wet surface, his saliva matting down the hair surrounding it. Both men enjoyed the slow process and the time to leisurely explore each other's bodies. Running his fingers through Darrin's light brown pubic hair, Mitch carefully caressed this man he was beginning to think of as his lover. Darrin rolled toward him and pulled their faces together, pressing their lips softly against each other. Mitch reciprocated with a slight parting of his lips, his tongue gently touching the moist lips pressed against his. Pulling back, he gently stroked the masculine face before him and smiled.

"So how's . . . everything. . . this morning babe?" said Mitch.

"Hmm, very good. My boyfriend woke me up and he's amazingly handsome."

"So, you're not . . . sore?"

Darrin wiggled a little, thinking that last night certainly had an effect on him, but felt very little tenderness in his neither region. 

"Nope, no damage done."

Kissing Mitch gently on the lips, he rolled over on top of him, covering Mitch with his larger frame.

"Oh damn, you're squishing me with your fat ass!" teased Mitch.

"I'll show you fat ass! And you seemed to like my ass last night, Mister!"

"Hmm, yeah. That was good wasn't it? Maybe nice bubble butt would be more accurate than fat ass," said Mitch as he ran his hands over Darrin's backside. "Yeah, definitely a nice ass. Definitely."

Darrin wiggled his ass under Mitch's hands and leered at him. "Does that mean you're ready for another round, stud?"

"Hmm, that was fuckin' amazing. Your ass was so tight around my boner. Shit." said Mitch. 

Mitch opened Darrin's ass and dipped a finger into the groove between the twin mounds. Finding his target, he stroked Darrin's tight pucker. As it slowly opened, Mitch pressed his finger in, catching the slight wince that flickered across Darrin's face. Deciding that Darrin needed a little more recovery time, Mitch slowly withdrew his finger, as he nursed on Darrin's nipple. He enjoyed the masculine texture that rubbed against his hand and felt Darrin move in sync with him, humping against the smaller man under him.

As their juice-coated cocks rubbed against each other, the friction brought their heat to a new level. Mitch reached between them, and wrapped his work-roughened hand around their rigid cocks, trapping them in his vice-like grip. Mitch heard Darrin's gasps, and felt his urgent thrusts as he moved closer to a climax. The feeling of hard, slick cocks sliding together, and through his hand, soon had Mitch panting as a familiar tingle emanated from his balls. Twisting slightly, he took Darrin's nipple in his teeth and started gnawing on the knob of stiff flesh. As his teeth sank into the hard nipple, Darrin let out a guttural scream.

"Shit! Fuck yeah! Harder!" cried Darrin.

Mitch increased the pressure of his teeth, as he continued his constricted grip on their cocks. Feeling the big man rabbit fuck into the created cavern, Mitch surrendered to the losing battle with his own climax. With cum racing down his cock, he realized that Darrin was shooting his load over their trapped dicks. Mitch's body tensed as his jizz shot into his already over-flowing hand. Their cum mingled as both men were submerged in their post-orgasmic delirium. Wrapping his arm around Darrin, he held him tight as they both relaxed in the early morning light. Eventually, he felt Darrin push himself up. As their eyes locked, he smiled and wiggled a little under Darrin's crotch.

"College, I could get use to doin' this all the time."

Darrin kissed him softly and then smiled. "Oh yeah. It'd be easy for this to become a habit."

Moving further apart, Darrin planted his bare ass on top of Mitch's pelvis. Running his hands over the gooey mess below him, he chuckled.

"Wow, what a mess. I think we need to clean up, dude!"

Mitch raised his cum filled hand and quickly reaching up, trapping Darrin's face and kissed him. Then he fell back to the bed, laughing.

"We sure do now!"

Darrin moved off, leaving the cum handprint on his face. Stopping he turned back to look at Mitch.

"Just remember. Paybacks are hell . . ." And then a huge smile broke over Darrin's face as he pulled Mitch from the bed and toward the shower.



The rest of the week was spent with short periods of frantic activity, followed by a lot of waiting. But the periods of slack time did allow them to spend more time getting to know each other, and exploring each others bodies, both of which moved to a whole new level. But as their time on the station drew to a close, Mitch started hatching plans for an intimate surprise for Darrin. He volunteered them to do some fence repair on a remote part of the station, knowing it wouldn't take all day so they would have time for . . . other things.

"Mitch, explain to me exactly why you volunteered us to repair the fence in the BF Egypt part of the ranch?" asked Darrin.

Mitch wiped the sweat from his face and answered, "Only three more posts. Then I'll show you why."

Mitch flashed his brilliant white smile at Darrin, grabbed the posthole diggers and began pounding at the ground. Digging through the stony earth, both of them were drenched with sweat. After they tamped the dirt around the last post, they piled the fence building equipment on the ATV. With Mitch driving, they started across the pasture. Minutes into the ride Darrin noticed they were not going back the way they had come. 

"Hey Mitch. Where are we headed?"

Mitch glanced back and smiled. "I told you. It's a surprise, and the reason we spent the last three hours digging holes in that damn limestone chert."

They drove a few more minutes, with Mitch enjoying the feeling of Darrin's arms wrapped around his waist. He was almost sad when they reached their destination. Mitch slowed as they entered a densely shaded grove of trees along a winding creek, and it's accompanying surprise; a large, secluded, swimming hole. Turning, Mitch planted a hot kiss on Darrin's lips and then vaulted off the ATV. 

"First one in gets a blowjob!" yelled Mitch.

Mitch plopped on the bank, yanking off his boots and quickly stripping as Darrin struggled beside him to do the same. Mitch threw his t-shirt into the air as he ripped it over his head and launched his bare ass into the cool water. Surfacing he watched as Darrin waded out to him. When he was close enough, Mitch lay back to float and wrapped his legs around Darrin's stomach.

"Slow poke. You gotta suck me off now!"

"Whatever, like I have to lose a race to enjoy doing that," said Darrin with a smile.

Mitch laughed and tightened his legs around the taller man. Wrapping his arms around Darrin's neck, Mitch pressed their lips together, passionately kissing him while he ran his hands over Darrin's scruffy face. Releasing the kiss, Mitch floated in the water with just his legs holding him to Darrin. Moving again closer, he grabbed Darrin's shoulders and began slowly humping his hairy abdomen. Then after working Darrin into a state of high arousal, he pushed off Darrin's torso with a laugh and swam off a short distance.

"Come on cute ass, try to catch me!" yelled Mitch.

Time suspended for them as they played in the cool water. Their concerns evaporated in the warm Texas sun as their foreplay and horseplay intermingled. Finally exhausted, they emerged from the sparkling water and collapsed on a convenient patch of grass. Panting to catch their breath, their play had left both of them in a state of semi-arousal. Mitch leaned over and kissed Darrin on the jaw, flicking his tongue down his neck, still tasting a hint of salty sweat as he moved his way down the big man's body.

"Damn Mitch. That feels good," said Darrin with a moan.

"I'm horny as hell. I wanna fuck you."

"Here! What if someone finds us? It's awfully open."

"Nah! No body will come up here. They're still workin'."

Darrin glanced around again. "You're sure?"

"Yeah, positive."

Darrin leaned in and kissed Mitch again, "Yeah babe, fuck me. You have me horny as hell." He moved back slightly and then lay down, opening himself to Mitch's exploration.

Mitch smiled in delight at his partner's receptiveness. Placing his hands under Darrin's knees, he pushed them back and exposed the fur-lined trench. He lowered his face and tentatively licked at the contracted scrotum. Moving south his tongue slowly trailed through the thick hair until it found the puckered gem nestled inside. Mitch ran his tongue in circles around the twitching orifice, not touching the inner folds. He looked up and watched as Darrin ran his fingers over his nipples, mimicking Mitch's actions. Moving back to his groin, Mitch sucked Darrin's mushroom head into his mouth. He polished the coating of precum from it, causing Darrin's moans to escalate. Diving back to his backdoor, Mitch curled his tongue into a rigid little cock and shoved it inside Darrin's hot ass. Pistoning his head back and forth, Mitch eagerly tongue fucked the expanding opening. Listening closely, he could tell from experience that Darrin was close. Not wanting this to end so quickly, Mitch stopped, laughing softly as Darrin emitted a low moan of disappointment.

"Not so fast, College. I have more things in store for you."

Crawling over the flushed body beneath him, Mitch moved upward and planted his ass over Darrin's face. He knew that Darrin loved the musky pheromones that clung to his body hair. Of course, he thought, it doesn't hurt that I love for Darrin to eat my ass. Darrin's tongue probed upward, searching for its goal. A small gasp escaped from Mitch's lips as the hot tongue hit its target. Mitch unconsciously started sliding back and forth over Darrin's face as the intense pleasure radiated from his hole. He felt big hands clamp onto his thighs as Darrin's tongue eagerly feasted on Mitch's hirsute butt. He reached down and grabbed both of Darrin's nipples, twisting and playing with them as his ass was reamed. 

As the lust reached a boiling point, Mitch again stopped. Moving off Darrin, he fished in his jeans for the now ever-present condom. Kneeling, he unrolled the magnum size sheath over his throbbing boner. Pressing forward, he gasped as his swollen dick made contact with the hot hole in front of it. Spitting on his dick, he pressed forward, but immediately felt Darrin tighten, resisting his entry. Pulling back he looked at Darrin, shocked to see tears rolling down his face.

"Shit! What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine. Don't stop!" said Darrin around a barely stifled sob.

"Darrin. Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Why are you crying then?"

"I'm not. It's fine. Please. . . just fuck me."

"Babe, I have to let you in on a secret. I very seldom fuck a someone who is crying." 

Mitch sat back on his heels, caressing the man in front of him. Mitch was baffled, unable to determine what had happened. Moving forward he laid on Darrin, moving up until they are face to face.

"Come on. What's goin' on? No bullshit either. This is kinda freaking me out."

A huge sob rattled through Darrin. "You must think I am such a freak!"

"No. But I'm getting worried. So whatever you tell me can't be worse than what I'm imagining."

Darrin nodded agreement.

"Is it us? Is it something I did?" asked Mitch.

"No! God no!"

"Ok, then tell me. Start at the beginning, work through the middle and then wrap it up." Mitch said with a smile.

Darrin smiled feebly, "Yes. Okay. "

Mitch moved so that he was holding Darrin's head in his lap. As he gently caressed Darrin's face, Mitch wondered what could be affecting him so deeply. He watched as Darrin took a deep breath and started to explain,

"Well, it was like this. I mean the swimming hole and all. I was there with Teddy, my . . . friend. From down the road. I was about 15. Teddy and I messed around from time to time. Actually we messed around whenever we could. We were 15!"

Darrin flashed a feeble smile at Mitch and was comforted when he returned it and touched his face gently.

"Sounds nice babe. Did something happen to Teddy? Is that what happened?

"My Dad happened. Teddy and I had snuck off and met at the swimming hole. He only lived a mile away so it was an easy walk. We'd gotten pretty hot and heavy, enough so he had started fucking me."

Darrin smiled weakly at Mitch and then gathered his courage to continue.

"So, anyway. Teddy was pounding my ass and I was moaning. I don't know if you noticed, but I can be a little loud when I'm getting fucked," said Darrin with a smile.

Mitch barked out a laugh. "Yeah babe. I might've noticed that."

"Yeah, so, we were going at it. We never lasted long. We were young and horny. About the time Teddy was filling my ass with his load, I heard someone screaming from the top of the bank. It was my Dad. We hadn't heard the pickup, and he caught his son getting cornholed, with a fresh load of spunk up his ass." Darrin was now gritting his teeth in determination to finish.

"Ok. So then what happened," asked Mitch, afraid he could see the direction this was going.

"He screamed at Teddy that he was going to burn in hell for the sin of fortification." Darrin looked at Mitch and tried to smile again. "Did you know I was sending you to hell?"

"No, you aren't sending anyone to hell," said Mitch.

"Anyway, he sent Teddy home. Almost ran him home was more like it. Once he was finished with Teddy, he whipped me. He said he was beating the demons out of me."

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Mitch said through clenched teeth, thinking it was good that Darrin's Dad was out of his reach or he would have killed him then and there.

"Not much to tell. He had me grab the side of the pickup. Didn't even let me get clothes on, so I was naked. Just to complete the humiliation, I had cum running down my leg as he whipped me."

Dreading the answer Mitch asked, "He whipped you? With?"

"Baling wire."

Mitch choked in fury, his vision glazing over to red, as he envisioned his lover being beaten with wire in some sick effort to 'cure' him of being gay. He was beyond livid. He swore to himself that he would kill the man. Realizing that Darrin was hypnotically replaying the scene, Mitch refocused on the story.

"Yeah, it was in the pickup bed from feeding. He grabbed a couple of bundles and opened them together. I remember hearing the noise of air whistling through them each time just before they hit. I don't know how many times he whipped me. 10 or 15? I was screaming, and begging for him to stop. When he did stop, I just collapsed." Darrin turned to look at Mitch as the tears renewed, "Then he left me. On the ground. He drove home and left me there. Once I could stand, I put my clothes back on and walked to the house. That night when I showered, I had long bruises covering my ass. Some of them oozing blood. For each time the wire had hit me. 

"Did you tell anyone?"

"Tell 'em what? That I got a whippin'?"

"No, that you were beaten. That wasn't a whipping, it was a beating."

Darrin laughed sadly, "I guess. But no, I never told anyone. And he never mentioned it until the day I came out to him and my mom."

"What happened then?" Mitch asked, apprehensively.

Darrin gave a hollow laugh, "Not much. I'm quite a bit bigger than him now, so he didn't try anything physical. Just told me to get out and never come back. That I was dead as far as he was concerned." Darrin paused for a moment. "And that he thought he'd beaten that demon out of me years ago."

Turning his head again to look at Mitch, "I guess he didn't succeed did he. Because I'm in love with you, Mitch."

Mitch felt his heart flutter as the words were spoken. Leaning over he kissed Darrin softly. "No, it didn't work. And I love you too."

Mitch moved so he could hold Darrin. He pulled the bigger man against him and held him tight in his arms. He unconsciously started to rock him gently and hum a tuneless melody. His rage at Darrin's abuse was tempered with the simple declarations that they had both spoken. Reaching up he kissed Darrin's cheek, realizing that tears were still silently rolling down his face.

"Oh babe, I feel awful that I brought all this back up for you."

Darrin turned with a laugh. "Don't. Don't you dare. I wouldn't change anything. And these are tears of happiness because you love me. And because your boyfriend is apparently a big ole girl today."

Mitch chuckled and started teasing Darrin's belly, soon having him writhing helpless with laughter. Stopping he kissed Darrin again.

"Ok, I think its time we left."

Darrin turned with a frown. "I'm sorry I fucked up your day. It was so great too."

"Oh, shutup bitch," said Mitch with a laughing growl. "This day isn't over. We are just moving to a new place."

They quickly pulled on their clothes, leaving their shirts off in the Texas heat, and climbed on the ATV. Darrin soon realized things were looking familiar, as they stopped at a steep overlook.

"Mitch, is this . . ."

"Yup, same. I thought a place with fantastic memories was just what the doctor ordered."

Turning he laid his thighs over Darrin's, pulling him into a tight embrace that culminated with a steaming kiss. Mitch ran his hands over the amazing chest in front of him, as he again wondered at his luck. As much sadness and rage as he still felt at what Darrin had told him, Mitch was determined to make this afternoon a pleasant memory. Moving down, he kissed Darrin on each nipple, taking them one at a time in his mouth to suckle on them. Darrin braced himself against the back on the ATV with small mews of pleasure escaping his lips. Soon Mitch moved on top of Darrin, grinding his jeans covered crotch against the hardness below him. 

Scooting back, he opened Darrin's jeans and kissed down to his crotch. Mitch smiled at the new bright yellow jock that he had somehow missed earlier. He chewed on the hard penis in its fabric confines, flooding the material with saliva. After soaking the bulging jock, he reached up and pulled the strap down, tugging until Darrin's jeans and jockstrap were bundled around his knees.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 03



"Lay across the 4-wheeler stud. I wanna eat your ass!"

Darrin moaned as he moved into position. His knees under him and his ass open and exposed. Mitch dove in again. Still moist from his earlier session, he tormented Darrin again with his tongue. Soon adding a finger, Mitch worked to open Darrin. Rubbing firmly, he felt the ring of muscle soften and open. As he slid in three fingers, Darrin almost collapsed against the machine. His skin flushed, as his body readied itself for the intruder. Mitch smiled, knowing his lover was ready; he let his fingers slide from the opening. Reaching down, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his drooling cock. Reaching in his pocket again, he pulled out a second condom and began unrolling it on his dick. Darrin looked back and laughed at the sight.

"Damn, Mitch. How many rubbers did you bring?"

"Enough, College. I'm don't ever plan to be without supplies again," said Mitch with a laugh.

Mitch moved them so Darrin was lying at the perfect height over the ATV. Spitting on his latex jacketed dick, Mitch pressed it against Darrin's brown eye, watching as the head popped through Darrin's sphincter. Slowly he pushed in, letting Darrin recover with each increment. Inch after delicious inch burrowed into Darrin's hot ass, with Mitch adding more saliva as his dick disappeared into Darrin's bowels. Mitch waited, knowing that Darrin would need more time to recover with only spit for lube. Finally Darrin sighed and his muscles relaxed. Laying his face against the machine, he looked back at Mitch.

"Cowboy. Next time add lube packets to your preparedness kit."

Mitch replied with a laugh, "Yup, you bet stud."

Beginning slowly, Mitch soon was slamming into Darrin as he gripped tight onto the ATV. Darrin's moans were loud and animalistic as the pounding found his prostate again and again. Mitch was headed to climax too, as the tight jeans rubbed him in unexpectedly erotic ways. Suddenly remembering the revelation from their previous time on this hill, he stopped deep inside Darrin, and fished another condom from his pocket. Reaching around, he unrolled the bright red rubber over his lover's dick. Darrin looked back, panting with desire to see his cock sheathed in latex.

"Oh fuckinghell. You remembered. Shit that's so hot," said Darrin with a moan.

And then Mitch grabbed Darrin's hips and began to pile drive into his hole. His zipper leaving rows of indentations over Darrin's pale white ass as he drove them both closer and closer to orgasm. Holding on was all Darrin was able to do as his ass was pounded. As Darrin's cries reached a fever pitch, Mitch felt the cum boil from his balls. His body jerked as Darrin's ass clamped down hard. Both men simultaneously filled their condoms with hot seed. The last tremor of climax rippled through Mitch's body as he collapsed across Darrin's bare back. 

"Oh god, you are so sexy. And I am so fuckin' lucky."

Darrin laughed. "God, I'm glad you think so. I think you're fucked up to think it, especially after today's little melt down."

"Shush, it's all good," said Mitch.

Pulling back, he slowly let his dick slide out of Darrin's ass. Reaching down, he pulled off the filled condom and held it up with a smile.

"Look. This is how horny you make me. I fuckin' filled the damn condom."

Darrin rolled over and reached down to pull off his own rubber. Holding it for Mitch to see, "Look stud! I almost filled it too. You just fucked the cum out of me!"

They both laughed and tossed the used condoms into the grass. As they redressed, Mitch leaned over and kissed Darrin on the cheek.

"I do love you, you know."

Darrin kissed him back gently. "I love you too. So much."

Putting the last of their clothing on the two men started back to the headquarters and the end of the day.



Wrangler Butts Ch. 04



The next day found both guys wrapping up their data collection on the station. As they packed everything and stowed it away for the trip back to the university, the realization that their relationship was going to change once they got back was weighing on Darrin. They wouldn't be living together; it wouldn't be the same as it had been for the last couple of weeks. The more Darrin thought about it, the more obstacles he created. He decided that he was just being foolish and after yesterday's disastrous melt down he didn't want to talk to Mitch about his fears and have him think Darrin he was some mushy flake that couldn't be depended on. As he put the last of the luggage and equipment in the pickup, he had decided that it would be best to keep these thoughts to himself. He would just swallow them like he had so many times before.

Mitch walked up, took Darrin's shoulders in his hands and started rubbing them. He moved closer and inhaled.

"College, you smell damn good. I love your smell."

Darrin smiled and leaned his head over as Mitch started kissing the side of his neck. "You're going to start something if you keep that up," said Darrin.

Mitch bit down on Darrin's neck and sucked hard, knowing it would leave a mark. After a few seconds he released his hold and chuckled at the darkening that was already forming. He stroked his finger down Darrin's neck,

"What if I don't care if I start something," asked Mitch.

Darrin pointed to the gathering cloud of road dust that indicated someone coming. "I think you would have to explain to them why my dick is in your mouth," said Darrin with a smirk.

Mitch reached over and grabbed Darrin's package and squeezed. He loved the little mewing sounds that came from Darrin's mouth. Releasing him, Mitch moved so his mouth was fractions of an inch from Darrin's ear and whispered. "At least I'm not going to have to explain how I got a huge ass hickey when it's just you and me here."

Darrin gasped and grabbed his neck where Mitch had worked him over. "You asshole! Did you really give me a hickey?" Darrin turned and ran back into the house so he could see the damage in the mirror. Looking at it, Darrin's mouth dropped open as he saw the silver dollar sized purple bruise on his neck. Desperate to cover it up, he pulled on a shirt and buttoned it all the way to the top. Walking back out, Darrin glared at Mitch as he started to snort.

"You jackass! What am I gonna tell them if they ask?" said Darrin.

"They won't ask. You just need to relax," said Mitch with a smile, as the pickup rolled to a stop in front of them. Wade stepped out with one of the hired hands and the two walked over.

"Hey. Ya'll about ready to head out? Anything we need to help you wrap up?" asked Wade.

"Naw, We've pretty much got things packed up. A few more minutes and we'll head out," said Mitch.

Darrin stayed in the periphery of the conversation as Mitch and Wade did the obligatory 15 minutes of small talk. Darrin had started to relax when he happened to glance over at the other guy and saw that he was staring at Darrin and had a huge smile plastered over his face. Darrin's face glowed a cherry red and he tried to pull the shirt collar over the hickey, which only made the guy grin more. Mitch and Wade finally wrapped up the conversation and Wade turned to Darrin,

"Well drive careful Darrin. I guess we won't see you again until the fall."

"Nope, I probably won't be back until then. I've got my orals next month so I've got to get ready for those," said Darrin.

Wade reached up and squeezed his shoulder. "Well take care of yourself. And this guy too," he said with a backward motion of his head toward Mitch.

"Ah, yeah, sure. I'll do what I can," stammered Darrin.

With that the two of them walked back to their pickup. The hand turned his head to smile at Darrin again, but to Darrin's surprise Wade reached over and smacked the back of his head. He was still rubbing the spot as he climbed in and they drove down the road. 

Darrin turned to Mitch with his arms crossed over his chest. "You happy? They did notice. Did you see the smirk on that kids face?"

"Whatever. He just has the hots for you," said Mitch.

Darrin's mouth opened and closed a few times, at a complete loss for words. Finally with an inarticulate grunt he stomped in the house to finish packing. Mitch chuckled and followed after him. Mitch was glad Wade straightened out that kid or he would have talked to him about flirting with Darrin.

The rest of the packing was uneventful and the two were soon on their way back to the university. Driving through the empty rural highway, Darrin was lost in thought as he deliberated on how things were going to work once they were back at school. He finally decided that they would probably just go back to the way things were, and get together whenever they could. Definitely the most practical way to deal with it, Darrin decided, that way it wouldn't impact either of their lives. Yes, they had told each other that they were in love, but in Darrin's experience that wasn't really a long-term thing, so practical and logical was certainly the best solution. Just look how long it took them to get together. If they were soul mates or some such crap it would have happened in a few days instead of the months that it did take. Yes, he knew that fear, bad past experience and a host of other issues had kept him from pushing their relationship sooner, but Mitch could have initiated it. Damn it, it wasn't his fault. The other crap just should not have affected anything if it was a for-real-long-term relationship. Settling it in his mind, he mentally adjusted to the fact that they would just keep things the way they had been and maybe they would still have a few intimate moments when it could fit into their schedules.

"You're thinkin' too much. Nothing good comes when you are this quiet for this long," said Mitch, "Tell me what you're thinkin'."

Darrin glanced over at his traveling companion and nodded. "No, nothing big. Just thinking about needing to renew my lease on the apartment once we're back. I'll only need it for another year and I'll finish."

Mitch gave him a confused look. "Why would you do that? I figured you'd just move in with me."

Darrin gave Mitch a dumbstruck look and then yanked the pickup back onto the road as it drifted toward the ditch.

"Pull over Darrin, before you wreck this little thing and kill us . . ."

Darrin slowed and carefully pulled to the side of the road. His knuckles were leached white from his grip as he stared straight ahead. 

"So, why are you going to renew your lease?" asked Mitch.

"Well, it just made sense. I assumed that we'd both keep our own places, cause, you know . . ."

"No, I don't know. Why don't you explain this to me," said Mitch as he raised his eyebrows to look at Darrin. "And look at me. Don't go fuckin' staring into space."

Darrin turned to look at Mitch, his hands still locked on the steering wheel.

"Well, I thought. I assumed. It was just logical . . ." stammered Darrin.

"What was logical? And you know what they say about 'assuming'."

Darrin breathed out a shuddering sigh. "I guess I didn't think you'd want to live together. Now that we are back at school."

"Where in the hell did you get that wild ass idea? I'd prefer to live with the man I love."

Darrin felt a tear roll down his face and clenched his fists and screamed, "DAMNIT!"

Mitch jumped at his outburst, "What the fuck! Did I say something wrong?"

Darrin finally released his grip and wiped the moisture from his eyes and let out a weak laugh. "No, but I swore I wasn't going to bawl in front of you again. I didn't want you to feel like I was some helpless baby."

Mitch reached over, gripped the back of Darrin's neck and started rubbing it. "You are so fuckin' weird sometimes College. Did it ever occur to you that I like that you are a little sensitive and emotional?"

Darrin laughed, "No, it didn't. And I'm not sure I believe you. But thanks anyway." He drew in another breath, "So. . .we're going to live together? At your house?"

"Yup, that was the plan big boy! I don't think Storm and Lady would be welcome at your apartment."

"No, I guess not," Darrin replied with a chuckle.

"So it's settled? And you're finished worrying it to death?"

"Yes . . . It's settled and I'm finished with my worrying."

"Good! Cause I gotta pee." Mitch grinned at Darrin as he opened the pickup door.

Darrin laughed and then climbed out too. Moving around the pickup he had a moment of déjà vu. As he fished his cock out of his jeans, Darrin recalled his furtive glances at Mitch's equipment on their way to the station, and how much things had changed in the few weeks since.

As he heard Mitch's strong stream hitting the ground, Darrin turned to watch. He was aroused again at the sight of Mitch urinating beside the pickup, but this time when Mitch smiled at him, Darrin returned it and continued admiring the view. As Mitch shook off the last drops he asked, "Did you enjoy the scenery?"

"Damn right I did! You are so incredibly sexy," said Darrin.

Mitch smiled and walked over; taking Darrin's cock in his hand he held it while Darrin finished urinating. After shaking it dry he slowly started stroking Darrin's dick. 

"Oh fuck Mitch, that's not fair! I have to drive the rest of the way with a boner now."

Mitch chuckled and then stuffed Darrin's hardening cock back inside his pants.

"Maybe not, get in the truck." said Mitch.

Darrin moved awkwardly back into the driver's side and watched as Mitch moved back into his seat. Cautiously moving back onto the highway, Darrin felt Mitch's hand moving along his thigh.

"What are you doing?" said Darrin.

"What does it feel like I'm doin'?" said Mitch with a grin.

"You know what I mean. And what happened to your concerns about safe driving?"

"Don't wreck and it will all be good."

Darrin let out a gust of air as Mitch's fingers opened his fly and then moved inside. Darrin gasped slightly as Mitch fished out his hard dick. Glancing down he saw Mitch moving closer and his body convulsed as Mitch blew across the tip.

"Oh god Mitch, that's not fair!"

"Life ain't fair babe. Just enjoy the ride."

Mitch moved closer and touched Darrin's cock with his hot tongue. Sliding his hand up and down the stiff shaft, he added to the massive quantities of precum that were flowing down the side of Darrin's dick. He leaned in and sucked the tip, draining it like a straw. Then he moved down and started circling his tongue around the sensitive ridge. Varying its speed, his fist continued to slide up and down the wet surface of Darrin's now throbbing dick. 

"Shit Mitch! You're going to make me cum if you don't stop."

Mitch pulled off Darrin's cock, licked his lips and smiled, "That was the general idea."

Mitch dove back down, licking and jerking Darrin's cock with gusto. Darrin felt his body respond and he knew he wouldn't last long as Mitch's head pistoned in his lap. Just then they were passed by an 18-wheeler who honked and gave Darrin a two-thumbs up as he drove past. Darrin turned crimson with embarrassment, but was too close to even consider stopping Mitch. Darrin felt Mitch's hand slide under his ass, causing him to struggle to focus as he anticipated what he knew was coming. Just as he expected a finger began to slide into his butt, finding his prostate with the accuracy of a guided missile. Darrin moaned louder at the intrusion and his legs locked.

"Damnit! I'm coming!"

Mitch drove his finger in as far as he could and swallowed Darrin's dick. Darrin thrust his hips forward and emptied his balls into Mitch's mouth. His body trembled as the last of his semen flowed into the hot mouth surrounding his cock. He shook a final time and then collapsed back into the seat.

"Oh holy shit! That was amazing."

Mitch rose up, licking the remnants from his lips and smiled. "It was damn good, wasn't it?" He glanced at the speedometer and chuckled,

"Babe, you might want to slow down. You might have trouble explaining to a cop why we're going over 110."

Darrin gasped and removed his foot from the gas, letting the pickup slow back to the speed limit. He then recalled the truck driver and started laughing. Mitch turned to him with an inquisitive look.

"Did you hear the truck go around us?"

Mitch nodded.

"Well he got a free shot and was cheering me on!"

Mitch collapsed on the seat in laughter as Darrin blushed again.

The rest of the trip was uneventful. They discussed the upcoming semester and Darrin's orals at the end of the summer. But mostly they planned how to move Darrin into Mitch's house. Normally they would invite all the other grad students over, provide food and beer, and it would be done in no time. But neither of them was certain how the other grad students were going to react. They mutually agreed to work out the details later, but in the mean time Darrin would live at Mitch's house. The last of the immediate details were decided just as they pulled into the departmental parking lot.

Mitch opened his door and turned to look at Darrin. "So you'll be over in a few minutes?"

"Yeah, I'll drop off my dirty crap and grab some clean clothes and be over shortly."

"Might as well bring the dirty stuff too. You can use my washer."

"Yeah, I guess that's true," said Darrin. "I think it's going to take a little getting used to huh."

Mitch flashed his million-dollar smile at Darrin. "Yup, it will. But it will be worth it."

Darrin glanced around and then landed a quick kiss on Mitch's cheek. "Yes, it will be worth it."

Darrin arrived at Mitch's house about an hour later. He grabbed the dirty clothes, his clean clothes, and a few groceries he had picked up, and walked into the house.

"Mitch? Hey Mitch!"

"I'm right here babe. Come on and I'll show you where you can put your stuff."

Darrin followed him into the bedroom and was surprised that Mitch had moved his clothes around so that Darrin had half the closet and a couple of drawers in the dresser. He leaned over and kissed Mitch and then quickly put his clothes away. He picked up his bag of dirty clothes and looked at Mitch.

"Beside the kitchen. It's one of those little apartment sized washers."

Darrin nodded and moved to find the washer. Slowly they both worked back into the rhythm they had established at the ranch. Mitch fed the horses while Darrin fixed supper. They enjoyed a shower together; washing and touching each other so that both were chubbed by the time they dried each other. 

Eventually both guys put on shorts, in case someone dropped by, and settled in to a night of mindless television. After some good nature teasing about the whether to watch the Food Network or ESPN, they turned off the set and moved to the bedroom. Both of them were tired and neither minded when they silently agreed that some kissing and cuddling was enough for tonight. Darrin fell asleep very content with Mitch spooned up behind him.



Darrin woke at his typical early hour and quietly got out of bed. After draining his bladder, he went into the kitchen and made coffee. As it was brewing, he quietly pulled out the pans to cook breakfast. Soon the sizzle of eggs and sausage filled the little kitchen. Darrin jumped when he heard Mitch clear his throat from the doorway. 

"Shit! You scared the crap outta me!"

Mitch smiled and walked over behind Darrin and hugged him from behind. Soon he was grinding his cloth-covered erection against Darrin's butt. Leaning in Mitch whispered into Darrin's ear in a gravelly voice,

"Mornin' sexy. How did you sleep last night?"

"Good, I dreamed that I was in bed with this incredibly sexy man, and I woke up and you were still there," said Darrin with a smile.

"Hmm, right now your incredibly sexy man's mouth tastes like shit, needs to piss really bad and thinks those eggs smell incredibly good." He kissed Darrin on the side of the neck, "Be back in a sec."

Darrin watched as Mitch walked out of the room, enjoying the sight of his tight bubble butt as he moved to the bathroom. Soon he heard the sound of Mitch's morning piss hitting the toilet and then the faucet streaming out water as he cleaned up. Mitch walked back into the room with his erection only slightly diminished and sat down at the table.

"That smells so good babe. Is it about ready? I like my eggs runny so I can run the toast through 'em."

Darrin glanced over his shoulder and scowled, "Don't think I'm going to fix breakfast for you every morning. You need to do your share of the cookin' too!"

Mitch leaned over, pulled down the back of his shorts and kissed Darrin on the ass cheek. "Yes dear, whatever you say dear."

Darrin grabbed his shorts and pulled them back up. Flustered at Mitch's antics he tried to think of a retort. Finally he gave up, and realized that this was one of the things he loved about Mitch, his irrepressible sense of humor.

"Asshole." said Darrin.

"I'd be happy to kiss that too if it'd make you happy babe!" said Mitch with a chuckle.

Darrin sat the plates on the table and then smacked Mitch in the back of the head. "Just eat you smartass."

Mitch chuckled again and then dug into his meal. They both ate quickly, realizing they needed to be at work shortly. They did manage to shower again, but time was too short for anything more than a few stolen caresses. As he pulled on his jeans and boots, Darrin briefly wondered if things around the department would change. Realizing that for now their relationship was just between them, he was certain that everything would stay just as it was. 

As they walked out the door, Mitch handed Darrin a key. "It's to the house. That's the spare so we'll need to make another one soon. But I thought you'd like to have your own key."

Darrin smiled and kissed Mitch gently. "Thank you, it does make me feel better."

"I thought it might," said Mitch with a smile. "Hey do you need your pickup today? Cause we could both just take mine if you'd like."

"Nah, I'd be fine riding with you. I shouldn't need a pickup today."

Both of them climbed into Mitch's monstrosity and chatted as they made the short drive to the office. Both were just settling into their desks when Dr. Koch's secretary stuck her head in their door.

"Guys, Dr. Koch wants to meet with you, both of you, right after lunch."

Darrin tensed and then asked, "Why? I'm not even his grad student."

She shrugged, "I dunno. But he was very clear that he wanted to talk to you both, in his office, at 1:00." And with that she turned and walked off.

"Damnit! What do you think that's about? And why the fuck would he want to talk to us both." Darrin leaned in to whisper, "Do you think he knows, about us?"

Mitch turned to look at him with an unreadable look on his face. "And what if he does?"

Suddenly Darrin knew he had stepped in it, and Mitch was not happy. "Wait, it's not like that. But we both need to graduate, and Koch could destroy both our careers if he wanted."

"I guess we'll find out at 1:00," said Mitch. He then turned and began working without another comment. 

Time crawled for Darrin. He knew he had upset Mitch but he couldn't focus enough to think how to fix it. With each passing minute the scenarios running through his head became more and more ridiculous, and more plausible to Darrin. He worked through lunch, without realizing that Mitch had done the same. The final minutes had Darrin literally soaking his shirt with sweat. Mitch finally turned to him and sighed. He stood and closed the door. Turning to rifle through his filing cabinet, he barked at Darrin,

"Strip!"

"Are you fucking kidding me! We can't have sex now! God damnit he's going to throw us out of the department and blackball us so we can't get into another school in the country!"




Wrangler Butts Ch. 04



"Oh my god," said Mitch. "How am I going to get you to calm down? No, I am not propositioning you. You've literally worked yourself into a lather and your shirt is drenched, and while I find that sexy, Koch probably won't appreciate the scent of my man."

Mitch gave a lopsided smile and then held out the t-shirt. "It's loose on me, so it will probably fit you. Change already. The meeting is in a few minutes."

Darrin looked at Mitch with his mouth agape for several seconds and then started peeling off his shirt. As he slid on the dark shirt he realized it smelled faintly of Mitch. He pulled the shirt to his nose and sniffed, smiling as the scent tantalized him. 

"Yeah I know. I wore it before. But it's better than yours that's soaked with sweat."

"It's perfect. Let's go."

A few seconds later they were walking into Dr. Koch's office, the secretary looked up and motioned them to the chairs to wait. She phoned Dr. Koch,

"Mitch and Darrin are here to see you." She paused to listen, "Alright."

"Go on back guys. He's expecting you."

The next few yards felt like a trip to the gallows for Darrin. He was glad for the dry shirt, because the new one was starting to feel damp as they knocked. Dr. Koch looked up from his desk and motioned them in as he finished something on his computer screen. Turning to them he frowned slightly and motioned to Mitch,

"McRichards, close the door."

Those words almost stopped Darrin's heart. He'd been told two things when he arrived for grad school here; first, don't piss off Koch; second, you don't ever want to talk to him with his door shut. Grown men had left those talks in tears. 

Koch looked up at them, drilling them both with his stare. They were locked in place as he began to speak,

"Do you know what I hate? Surprises. I fucking hate surprises. Do you know what I got this morning, yes a fucking turd of a surprise. Right in the middle of my floor; on a Monday morning. Gentlemen, what do you think about that?"

Both of them froze, not knowing how to answer, even if they could have responded. 

"Great. I also love articulate fucking graduate students. Do you know my reputation gentlemen? Do you understand that I could fucking rip you a new asshole and get you kicked out of this department just on force of my will and the fact that I drag in millions in grant money for this university. Are you aware of that?"

They nodded; fear gripped Darrin's stomach until he thought he would throw up. Koch stood and looked out his window. The silence stretched out for an interminable length of time. Finally he began to speak again,

"You know, the one thing I hate more than surprises is busy bodies. I don't like to get involved with my students personal lives. Hell, I don't want to know that my students have personal lives. I just want them to work their ass off and do the research." 

He turned and gave them an undecipherable look. "So, you've managed to hit two of the things I hate gentlemen. Most students don't survive just slightly pissing me off. So apparently you're having a good day."

He turned to stare out the window again, obviously at a point where he didn't want to be. When he started talking again his tone was somehow different. Without turning he asked,

"Are you two a couple?"

For a moment both men paused, and then came the simultaneous reply, "Yes."

Koch turned and almost smiled and then sat down. "Honesty, from both of you. How refreshing. You might just survive this if you keep that up. Just to let you know, I talked to Wade this morning." He paused and motioned with his hands, "And no, he didn't out you. But Wade did refer to you as a couple. It wasn't intentional I assure you."

He turned to Mitch, "McRichards, this better not affect your work. I know you don't love academia, but you do need to finish this and I swear to God I'll kick your ass back to east Texas if you screw up."

Turning to Darrin, "Same goes for you Anderson. Don't fuck up your research and you damn well better be ready for your orals. I am on your committee and you damn well better be ready.

And no, we aren't having this little chat because you are a gay couple. I couldn't fucking care less. It would be pretty much the same talk for any couple. At least you aren't going to be back in here in a month or two to tell me there's a baby on the way. But students fuck up when they are in . . . rut, and fucking up will get you thrown out on your ear. That's not a threat gentlemen, that's a promise!" 

He paused and glared at them both, reaching in he pulled a cigar from inside his desk and lit it. Puffing out he blew a cloud of smoke toward the window.

"Yes, I know smoking is banned in the campus buildings. What are they going to do? I was tenured before either of you were born so fuck 'em." He paused and took another puff on his cigar and then glared at them both.

"Now since my day is royally fucked, I'm going to ignore my own rule and give you personal advise." He took another puff, "Whether you want it or not."

Gripping the cigar in his teeth, he turned to the window again. "When you get older you will realize that you have a choice in life. You can live your life, or you can lead the life that someone else thinks you should live. It's your choice. The people who count will stick with you, fuck the rest of them."

He ground out the cigar and stared out the window, the thick silence filling the room. Finally he started talking again, "Don't screw this up if it's real. You may not get another chance."

Then he turned, obviously the personal talk was over and hard-ass Dr. Koch was back. "Get out, I have work to do and you've already fucked up most of my day. You damn well better not screw up any of the research!"

Motioning us out, we got up to leave and then he laughed slightly. "By the way, there is a bluff on the station that's popular with couples. Just so you know, there is a great view to it from all directions."

He looked up to see that Darrin's face was scarlet with embarrassment. 

"Oh fuck. Get out!" he roared.

Mitch grabbed Darrin and dragged him out. They almost ran back to their office and then closed the door. Sitting down they stared at each other, giddy with relief. Mitch leaned over and kissed Darrin on the cheek.

"We survived. Hot damn, we survived." said Darrin.

"Yes, we did. And everything is fine."

Darrin turned to Mitch and got down on his knees in front of him. "Oh god Mitch. I'm so sorry if I acted like I was embarrassed about us. I was just scared, and, well I haven't exactly had a great track record in the romance area. But you are more important than this place. I'd leave and go with you anywhere if that's what you wanted. You are the most important thing to me."

Mitch pulled him up and kissed his lips. "I know babe, but it's good to hear you say it. I get frustrated too and sometimes I need to be reminded that I'm not always right. Usually I am, but not 'always'." Both men chuckled. "But we both have to remember to talk and let the other person know what's going on. And we will hit bumps in the road but it'll be ok."

"Ok, we need to get busy or Koch will kick our asses. We can't slack off just because it's summer," said Darrin.

That statement was a precursor to a whirlwind of activity over the next few days. Both Darrin and Mitch were buried in working with the data they had collected while at the station. They were at the house only long enough to change clothes and catch a little sleep. They took comfort from the others presence in bed, but were too exhausted for more than cuddling. Finally Friday rolled around and they realized that they needed to move Darrin but were not sure how to handle it. In passing Darrin mentioned needing to move to one of the other graduate students, and before he knew it word had been passed that there was a moving party at his house. After the third person had stopped by their office to ask directions Darrin looked at Mitch with a look of disbelief and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I guess we'll see how this goes."

"It'll go fine babe. Just relax," said Mitch. "But I would pack your toys and porn before they show up in the morning."

Mitch collapsed in laughter as Darrin turned red and threw a book at him.



Early the next morning they were boxing up Darrin's things to get them ready to move. Mitch looked up in time to see Darrin walk by with a small box and he snickered when Darrin didn't look at him. As Darrin walked through the door he said, "Not a word or I will punch you right in your handsome face."

"Yes dear. Not a word from me," said Mitch with a chuckle.

By mid-day the other grad students started showing up. Most of the people came ready to help and everything was moved in short order. In a few hours they had moved everything to Mitch's house and cleaned the apartment. Darrin walked through a last time and then climbed in his pickup to drive to Mitch's, no their, house. When he pulled up, he saw that the drinking and eating part of the moving party was well underway. Darrin carried the last of the boxes to their bedroom and then went out and got a beer.

He checked on the small groups of people as he walked around the yard. Satisfied that everyone was having a good time; he headed to where Mitch was visiting with a few of the newer grad students. He grabbed an extra beer and walked over. Mitch reached up and gripped his neck and squeezed it a few times as he listened to the conversation. At a break in the conversation, Darrin handed him the beer.

"Thanks babe," said Mitch, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek. 

Darrin turned bright red at the unconscious display of affection from Mitch. His ears were practically on fire as he heard a few giggles and a soft "awe" sound from the immediate crowd. But he also thought he heard a snort of derision. He realized after a few minutes that he was holding his breath in anticipation. About the time he started to relax, he heard a pickup revved and then tires peeling out of the gravel driveway. Darrin let out an internal sigh, hoping he was reading far too much into it. But for the most part the world hadn't ended, the burning torches and pitchforks were nowhere to be seen. He was certain this wasn't the end of it, but it didn't seem to be that much of a deal right now. 

Just as he was relaxing again, he spotted a huge hulk of a man swiftly moving through the crowd, directly toward him. As he got closer Darrin recognized him as one of the newer PhD students who he didn't really know well. He had been a football linebacker at some university before coming here, and he still had the massive body to show for it. He always looked like a redneck though in his perennial attire of overall's, boots and three-day beard. The closer he got, the larger Darrin realized he was, at least 6' 6" he realized, since he was looking up to him. Finally he stopped right in front of Darrin, who braced for the confrontation.

"So. Mitch's your boyfriend?"

Darrin gulped and shrank back a little. Then steeling himself, he stood ramrod straight and looked him straight in the eye.

"Yes. He is."

At that a huge smile broke across the giant's face and he reached down and grabbed Darrin's hand and pumped it.

"That's fantastic! Congratulations! If you guys are interested in catching a movie sometime just let us know. Sam and I would love to go out with another couple."

Darrin's mind reeled as he tried to absorb the information. His mouth flashed through a multitude of shapes before he managed to squeak out, "Sam?"

The big guy turned and motioned to a nearby crowd and a slender redhead separated himself from a small group and walked over. Once he had joined them, he held out his hand to Darrin,

"Hi, I'm Sam, Samuel, but Gordy calls me Sam."

"Hi Sam, I'm Darrin."

"So my partner here is playing welcome wagon, again. He tends to be a little enthusiastic some times," said Sam with a significant look at Gordy.

"Oh no, He was great. He just mentioned that we should grab a movie sometime. Mitch and I and you and Gordy."

Sam elbowed Gordy in the side and scowled at him, but it was obvious even to Darrin that it was good-natured. Sam turned back to Darrin and smiled again. 

"That would be great. Actually I'd love to grab a movie with ya'll sometime. I'm working at the university IT while Gordy finishes his degree but I'm sure we can find some time."

"That sounds great Sam."

"Well we better go. I have crap to deal with from work."

"Yeah, no problem. It was great to meet you both."

"Same here Darrin." said Gordy.

Darrin watched as they walked away, thinking he would have never put those two men together. But obviously it worked for them. 

The rest of the evening went by without a hitch. He and Mitch moved through the crowd, talking with people they knew and meeting ones they didn't. After the last straggler left, they collapsed together on the couch.

"I'm not sure it wouldn't have been easier to move me ourselves," said Darrin.

"It might've been less drama, but it would have taken us a few days and we'd of been exhausted."

"You do realize you so out'd us tonight too?"

"I did? When?" said Mitch.

"Oh, about the time you kissed me," said Darrin with a slight blush as he recalled the incident.

Mitch laughed, "Well, that would explain a few comments I got tonight."

Darrin nodded and chuckled, "Yeah, I bet. Oh, and we also have new couple friends, Gordy and Samuel."

"Gordy Hager? He's fucking brilliant! Didn't know he was gay though."

"Gordy? Overalls, redneck Gordy? Tall, huge guy? He's brilliant?"

"Oh hell yes. I've been in a few classes with him. The dude is amazingly smart."

"Well, that's what I get . . ." Darrin shook his head, "Anyway, yeah. Met his partner, nice guy."

"Well I'll be damned. Gordy's got a man. Who'd a thought," mused Mitch. He then turned and smiled at Darrin. "And speaking of getting a man. I'm horny as a three-spotted goat tonight!"

"A what? Where the hell do you come up with these things?" said Darrin.

Mitch grabbed his hand as he rose from the couch. Pulling at him, he said, "You wanna talk, or do you wanna . . ."

Darrin quickly uncoiled and followed Mitch to the bedroom. Stopping at the bed, they wrapped their arms around each other and Darrin stared into Mitch's eyes. A shiver went through his body as he recognized the lust in Mitch's eyes. More than willing to accommodate his need, he kissed Mitch's neck softly and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once the last button was released, Mitch shrugged his shoulders and the shirt fell ignored to the floor as the pair passionately kissed and caressed. Darrin heard a quiet growl come from Mitch as Darrin's nails slid over his taut nipples. Kissing down his torso, Darrin soon found himself kneeling, exactly where he wanted to be. He slowly unbuckled the belt and then jeans in front of him, allowing them to slip down to Mitch's ankles. Darrin raked his fingers slowly up and down Mitch's thighs. He enjoyed the coarse hair gliding under his finger tips, but even more he hungered over the rapidly enlarging wet spot in Mitch's underwear and the shape of the thick, hard cock trapped in them. 

Gripping Mitch's hips, Darrin plunged forward and started chewing his cock through the wet cloth. As he bit and sucked his way up and down Mitch's dick he heard the moans and grunts that were a clear indication of his boyfriend's mounting desire. Suddenly Darrin felt himself being pulled up and shoved across the bed. Darrin was practically panting in anticipation as he watched Mitch crawl onto the bed and strip Darrin of his pants. Quickly Mitch progressed until the last of Darrin's clothing lay strewn around the room. Darrin lifted his legs and opened himself to Mitch. Mitch moved off the bed and hungrily stared at Darrin as he pushed off his underwear. Rummaging in the drawer for a few seconds he retrieved a large bottle of lube. He crawled across the bed again and slapped Darrin on the hip.

"Roll over," he said with a growl.

Darrin obeyed and rolled to his stomach, his legs spread wide as he watched Mitch coat his hand with lube. Sighing as the cool liquid slid over his butt, he felt only pleasure as first one and then two fingers wormed their way into him. Rising up slightly, Darrin slid a pillow under his pelvis and then completely relaxed against the bed. As Mitch added a third finger, Darrin felt them bump against his prostate. He moaned and pushed back, wanting whatever Mitch was giving. When he felt the addition of soft kisses that trailed down his back to his butt cheek, he was ready.

"Mitch, do it. I need you in me!"

Mitch gave him a lust-filled leer and let his fingers pop out. Ripping open the condom package, he unrolled it on his cock, lubing the outside of the latex. With that Mitch moved between Darrin's legs and started pushing into the hot ass in front of him. Darrin expected the slow, gentle entry that Mitch normally gave him. But this time the need was more urgent, and the entry more forceful. Darrin's need was more than he realized though and he heard himself moan as Mitch hit bottom.

"Oh god babe, yes. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

Mitch lay on Darrin's back. The sensation of his hard cock inside Darrin's tunnel and his hairy chest rubbing on his back was driving Darrin to delirium. Mitch was in a similar state as he pounded Darrin frantically. The sounds, smells and heat of their lovemaking engulfed them both. Darrin knew he wouldn't last long; the sensations were just too delicious. He started working his ass, milking Mitch's cock. Then it started, his scrotum becoming corrugated in its contraction as his nuts pumped cream onto the bed. As his ass constricted around Mitch's rampant cock, he felt Mitch's hot body slam against him over and over again. Gripping Darrin's hips, Mitch pinned his cock deep inside Darrin's hot ass and starting shooting.

"Oh god yes. That's it. I'm fuckin' filling your ass with my juice."

Darrin squirmed and squeezed his ass muscles, enjoying the sensation of his man lying on top of him as the final waves of orgasm rolled through him. With a few final jerks Mitch completely emptied his nuts, and then collapsed on top of Darrin.

"Oh my god," he said as he panted, "That was amazing."

"God yes, you were amazing," said Darrin.

They relaxed for a few minutes and then realized the extent of the mess they had made and laughed. They quickly cleaned up and replaced the dirty bedding. Crawling back into their bed, they cuddled against each other.



The next few weeks zipped by for Darrin as his oral exams loomed closer and closer. With long hours of study, and short hours of sleep, Darrin became increasingly difficult to be around. After his latest tirade about losing one of his favorite socks, Mitch decided something had to be done. Spending the afternoon finalizing his plans, he walked into the living room in late afternoon, mentally preparing himself for what he hoped was going to be a short battle.

"We're going out tonight. You need to get ready."

Darrin looked up, his face distorted into a mask of disbelief, "Are you fucking kidding me! I can't go anywhere. I need to study."

"Babe, you have been studying non-stop for the last month. You need a break, just a little break."

"No, absolutely not! I don't have time. What don't you fucking get about it!?"

Mitch crossed his arms over his chest, his eye flicking to the window and then back at Darrin. "Well you can explain it to Gordy and Sam, 'cause they just pulled up."

Darrin ran to the window and stared out, turning to Mitch with a look of fury, "You fuckin' invited them over! Without talking to me! God Damnit!"

Mitch stepped closer until he was inches from Darrin's face, "Stop. Now. Before you say something you're going to regret later."




Wrangler Butts Ch. 04



Darrin started a retort, and clamped his jaw shut at the sound of a knock at the door. Mitch moved to open it. Standing on the porch were Gordy and Sam, Gordy looking much as he had when Darrin first met him. Sam looked more, preppy, and wore a look of concern. Gordy stepped through the door and hugged Mitch and then grabbed Darrin's shoulder and squeezed it. Sam's greeting was a more reserved nod to them both. Gordy looked at Darrin and smiled,

"Are we early? Looks like you aren't quite ready to go yet Darrin," said Gordy.

"He was just about to jump in the shower," answered Mitch, "We'll be ready in just a couple of minutes." And with that he planted both hands on Darrin's back and pushed him toward the bedroom and closed the door behind them. As Darrin undressed he glared at Mitch, mouthing 'this is not over' as he walked into the shower. Mitch started laying Darrin out some clothes when he heard Gordy from the other room,

"Come on guys, no time for hanky-panky. I've been craving Rudy's ever since Mitch called," yelled Gordy.

Hearing that, Darrin ripped back the shower curtain and mouthed 'Rudy's!' at Mitch, flipped him off, and then slammed the curtain back shut. Mitch couldn't help but chuckle, because he knew it was one of Darrin's favorite places to eat. He decided that Darrin was going to cooperate, even though he was pissed, and moved out to chat with Sam and Gordy. As they were visiting, they heard Darrin get out of the shower, and begin getting dressed, although not without the drama of hearing a few things thrown around the room. Even Sam chuckled when Mitch put an innocent look on his face and shrugged at the noise. But a surprisingly short time later Darrin appeared, at least outwardly ready to go.

They all climbed into Gordy's four-door pickup for the short trip. It turned out to be a surprisingly pleasant drive, with Darrin making an effort to be congenial. Fortunately the wait at the restaurant was short and the barbeque was tasty. On the drive back to the house, the conversation was relaxed with all four men enjoying each other's company. Once they pulled up to the house, Mitch invited the others in for a beer. Gordy glanced at Sam and got an imperceptible nod. As they enjoyed the ice-cold beer, they continued their conversation. Gordy started telling stories from his days playing college football and soon had them all laughing so hard they were gasping for air. Sam glanced at his watch and nudged Gordy,

"We need to go. We both have a lot of crap to do."

"Yeah, you're right," said Gordy, "Thanks for the invite guys. We had a great time tonight."

Darrin looked a little embarrassed and nodded, "We did too. A really good time! Thanks for coming over."

And at that the evening rapidly broke up. Darrin and Mitch stood on the porch with Darrin's arm around Mitch's neck, waving goodbye. Once the pickup was out of sight, Darrin curled his arm into a headlock and started rubbing his knuckles over Mitch's head.

"Asshole! You pulled a fast one on me."

Mitch laughed and reached between Darrin's legs and gripped his package, "Yes, I did, and don't you feel better?"

"I'll show you how much better I feel!" Grabbing the smaller man, Darrin threw him over his shoulder, carried him into the bedroom and dropped Mitch onto the bed. Quickly stripping him, and then flung his own clothes onto the floor. He crawled beside Mitch. Their hands explored as their lips pressed hard against each other. Mitch's lips parted slightly, allowing Darrin to slip his tongue inside. As their passionate kissing continued, both sets of hands found the objects of their quest. Their mutual stroking was punctuated with heavy panting as the lack of recent activity resulted in little staying power for either of them. Their movements and caresses continued as the pressure built until they reached their limits and both men started barreling toward orgasm. Now jacking furiously, their kisses reduced to small bites and panting, Darrin felt scalding cum splatter across his stomach, giving him the final push over the edge and he started shooting his load across Mitch's torso. Reduced to twitching muscles and gasping for breath, the two of them collapsed against the bed.

"Shit. I really needed that. You're amazing baby," said Darrin.

Mitch kissed him back and caressed his face, "You are the amazing one my love. And someday you'll see that." Mitch chuckled, "If I don't kill you before your Orals that is."

Darrin laughed, "I know, I've been a royal pain in the ass. I promise I'll try to calm down."

Mitch smiled and kissed Darrin, knowing that he would move back into his world of study soon enough. He rolled over and grabbed the towel from Darrin's earlier shower and cleaned them both off. Wrapping his arms around Darrin, he pulled the sheet over them as they settled in for the last full nights sleep either of them would have for some time.



Darrin knew he had not been particularly easy to live with over the last month. The closer it got to his Orals, the less pleasant he was to be around. Last week he had even managed to make Gordy mad during one of his tirades. But Mitch seemed to have weathered the storm, at least so far. The exam was only hours away and he'd seen to every detail. It would all be perfect.

He looked up as the office door opened to see Mitch walk in with his arms loaded with food. Darrin smiled slightly, thankful that Mitch had volunteered to get the food for the snacks for the dissertation committee. They'd talked about what Darrin wanted last night, so he was sure there wouldn't be any issues. He glanced over again and frozen in horror; all the bags said "Walmart.".

"What did you do?" Darrin screeched.

Mitch let out a long sigh and then turned to look at Darrin. "What's wrong?"

"Walmart? You bought the fuckin' snacks at Walmart!"

Mitch calmly laid the bags on his desk, turned and walked over until he was touching Darrin, and then leaned down.

"Just so you know, if this is some kind of sick test, you aren't going to run me off. If this is how you handle stress, we're getting you some help. But you're stuck with me," Mitch said, "Also, you will be apologizing to Gordy. Personally I can't believe he didn't punch you. What I got will be fine. They aren't grading your snacks. I'll take care of that part. You need to focus on passing." Mitch gave a feral smile, "And not alienating all of our friends!"

Darrin's brows furrowed, his body tensed and his face turned red as he prepared to rip into Mitch and tell him how useless he was. He stood up, pushing Mitch back as he did, leaning in so their noses almost touched. Darrin inhaled and gazed into those eyes; and paused. Fortunately for Darrin something stopped him. In almost a death throes flashback he reviewed the past month and realized how difficult he had been to be around. Horrified he fell into the chair and buried his face in his hands. His comprehension of how close he had come to ruining everything crashed down on him, he looked up at his boyfriend and saw his questioning look. 

"I'm sorry Mitch. You can't know how sorry I am. I've been an ass for the last month and you haven't decked me!"

Mitch barked out a laugh, "It was close a few times." He reached down and squeezed Darrin's shoulder, "It's fine. We're fine. Your orals are in an hour and you will do great." His face broke into a broad smile, "And I'll be the queen of snacks!"

Darrin glanced up with his face frozen in an unreadable expression, wondering if Mitch realized what he had just said. As their eyes locked, Mitch wiggled his eyebrows and blew him a kiss. At that point Darrin couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. Soon he was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down his face. He stood and wrapped his arms around Mitch, hugged him and then kissed him tenderly.

"Thank you, for putting up with me," said Darrin.

Mitch kissed him back, "I've got your back babe. Now, go through the last of those torturous equations and I'll get everything else ready."

The next hour flew by and Darrin soon found himself walking into the conference room with his committee. He glanced over and saw that Mitch had taken care of everything and he was impressed, not a single Walmart plastic clamshell could be seen. The end of the next hour found Darrin leaning against the wall, waiting for his committee to decide if he had passed or failed after he had discussed, argued and explained his research from every conceivable angle. The exam had been more challenging than he thought it would be, with one of his committee being unusually inquisitive about the quality of his research. But now the wait had seem to go on for a longer than normal time. Suddenly the door opened and they ushered him back. After a few more seconds, one of them realized that he was waiting for an answer.

"Darrin, for god's sake. Relax. You passed of course!"

After that point there was little that Darrin remembered, other than the fact that none of them seemed to consider that he wouldn't pass. After numerous slaps on the back, and congratulatory handshakes, he headed back to his office.

Mitch leaned back in his chair as Darrin walked in, watching as Darrin's skin returned to a normal tint. Finally Darrin looked over and gave a small smile,

"I passed."

Mitch chuckled, and then softly laughed, soon laughing so hard that he was gasping for air. After a few minutes he was able to regain his composure and he scooted his chair over and kissed Darrin.

"My boyfriend, the master of understatement! You torture everyone around you for a solid month, and after it's over I get a little 'I passed'. I should beat the shit out of you just on principle!"

Darrin's crooked smile broadened, "Yeah, you probably should."

"Well luckily your boyfriend is very understanding," said Mitch with a smile, "Get your stuff, I'm taking you out to The Republic tonight to celebrate."

"The Republic! Really?"

"Yes really! Where else would I take my man to celebrate passing his orals," said Mitch, "It'll also give you a chance to tell Gordy that you're sorry. Cause he and Sam are going with us. So come on, let's go home. They're meeting us there at 7:00pm."

The rest of the evening was a blur to Darrin. But he did apologize profusely to Gordy, who of course brushed it off as nothing, but Darrin could tell from the look on Sam's face that it was needed. The steaks and beer were excellent, and Darrin enjoyed that he could absolutely relax with Gordy and Sam. After goodbyes, Darrin was glad the drive home was mercifully short. As they walked through the door, Darrin had the feeling that something was different but he couldn't put his finger on it. Before he could work out the issue, Mitch seated him on the couch. 

"Don't move. I have surprises for you," said Mitch.

Darrin watched as he almost ran to the bedroom and returned after a short time with a small flat box. Mitch flopped on the couch beside him and handed Darrin the box.

"Open it!"

"If I didn't know better, I'd think it was jewelry."

Mitch laughed, "Nope, much better than jewelry."

Darrin slowly started opening the box. As he lifted the lid, he saw what appeared to be a carefully folded form.

"Open it!"

Darrin gave Mitch an inquisitive look and slowly opened the paper. He immediately recognized it, and looked up at Mitch.

"You got tested!"

"Yup, got tested for everything. My pecker is sparkling clean!"

Darrin cracked up laughing at Mitch's description. Then he pulled his wallet out, removed an identical piece of paper, and handed it to Mitch.

"I did too. Just to double check, and so you'd know."

"When?" asked Mitch.

"When we got back from the station."

Grinning Mitch took both pieces of paper and laid them aside. Leaning in he kissed Darrin, letting their lips linger as he pressed in again and again, covering Darrin with kisses. Running his fingers over Darrin's goatee he smiled at the feel.

"I love your goatee, it's so sexy."

Darrin leaned and nipped at Mitch's cheek and then ran his hands over Mitch's face. The rough texture translating into erotic sensations that traveled down to his groin. Reaching for Mitch's shirt, he started to undo the snaps. Mitch grabbed his hands and kissed him again.

"No College, I have something else in mind for tonight."

Mitch stood and pulled Darrin from the couch, leading him into the bedroom. Darrin was surprised to see the room softly lit by a number of candles. A few feet from the foot of the bed was the missing element Darrin had sensed when they came into the house, an overstuffed chair. He gave Mitch an inquisitive look.

"It's your night tonight, stud. I just want you to enjoy."

And with that Mitch started undressing him. Slowly he unbuttoned Darrin's shirt, kissing his neck with each button. As the last button fell away, Mitch ran his hands over Darrin's hairy chest. Targeting his nipples, Mitch rubbed his thumbs over the pink protrusions. Darrin's head flopped back and moaned softly as he enjoyed the treatment that Mitch was giving him. 

Mitch pushed the shirt up, sliding it over Darrin's shoulders and then letting it fall to the floor. As his hands slowly slid over Darrin's back, Mitch sucked and bit on his neck. Darrin's senses were submerged in the delicious foreplay, oblivious to anything other than his mounting ardor. Just as he thought it couldn't get any better, Mitch pushed him into the chair and pulled off his boots and socks, tossing them to the side. He reached up and opened Darrin's jeans, slowly sliding down the zipper until they were splayed open and displaying the black jockstrap that Darrin was wearing. Mitch ran his hands lightly over Darrin's package and smiled.

"Babe, did you buy every color they had?"

Darrin blushed and then laughed, "Maybe . . ."

Mitch chuckled and then slipped Darrin's jeans off. Mitch slowly ran his fingernails through the thick hair on Darrin's thighs, getting close to the cloth-covered package, but never touching it. Mitch smiled as each pass of his fingers caused Darrin's cock to flex and the wet spot on his jock to expand. Kneeling in front of Darrin, Mitch reached up and grabbed the jockstrap, smiling at Darrin as he teasingly tugged on it.

"Ready for this to come off babe?"

"Oh god yes! I'm so horned up!"

Mitch started pulling them down and Darrin lifting his ass to help. As they slid down his legs, Darrin's wet, hard cock flipped out and smacked against his stomach. A loud groan erupted from his lips.

Darrin felt Mitch's hot hand wrap around his throbbing cock. Biting his bottom lip he watched as Mitch extended his tongue, sliding it around the drenched head and licking it clean. Slipping it from his mouth, Mitch sighed at the taste of Darrin's clear juice. Looking up at Darrin he smiled,

"How was that babe? Is that what you wanted?"

"Fucker! Suck it! Shit I need to come!"

"Oh lover, we are only getting started. Now, you can only watch until I tell you otherwise. You can't touch me," Mitch flicked it finger against Darrin's aching cock, "Or yourself."

"Ok, yeah. God you are torturing me!"

"That is kinda the idea!" said Mitch with a smile.

Mitch stood and flipped on music. As the erotic dance music pulsed out of the iPod, Mitch started to strip for Darrin. He slowly popped apart the lowest shirt snap, then tugged harder and instantly opened his shirt to his sternum. Mitch moved in time to the music as he ground his hairy abs against Darrin's bare shoulders. Moving to Darrin's lap, Mitch ground his ass against Darrin's crotch before dancing away. 

He ripped open the last snaps as he danced and pulled Darrin's head back against him, running his hands over Darrin's chest. He spent several minutes running his hands back and forth over Darrin's torso as he rubbed his writhing torso against Darrin. Moving off, he opened the button of his jeans. Sliding the zipper down, it soon became obvious that Mitch was commando. Darrin's lust was rising as he watched his boyfriend strip and give him a lap dance. Even if he could, Darrin wouldn't have dared to touch himself or he would have exploded. The glimpse of Mitch's wiry pubic hair busting from his open fly caused Darrin to moan loudly.

Mitch turned his back to Darrin as his pants slipped over his hips. The jeans caught at his thighs for a few seconds while Mitch gyrated his hairy ass. With a shake Mitch dropped his pants. Stepping out of his jeans, he backed closer to Darrin. Bending forward, his butt cheeks parted as his torso swayed. Darrin's lust mounted as he grabbed at Mitch's ass, the ass he would love to taste. Mitch dodged his grab and teasingly shook his finger at Darrin and move away. Mitch finally turned, his cock hard and tucked against his stomach as he again moved back to Darrin's lap. Straddling his lover's body, he pressed their swollen members against each other as he kissed down on Darrin's neck. As their panting reached a fever pitch, Mitch moved off Darrin's lap and turned off the music.

"I don't need someone else's music for this," said Mitch with a leer.

Mitch crawled on the bed, his ass flexing as Darrin watched. Mitch opened his legs, fully exposing his fur-covered hole. Looking back so Darrin could watch, Mitch slowly took one of his fingers in his mouth and started sucking it. Darrin moaned as Mitch tongued his finger, wishing it was his cock instead. 

"Oh shit! You are so fuckin' hot," said Darrin.

Mitch smiled and let his finger side from between his lips. Reaching back he started rubbing his wet finger over his tight pink hole. Just allowing the tip to enter his ass, he moaned loudly at the sensation.

"What does that do for you babe? Do you like watching me play with my ass?" said Mitch through a gasp.

Darrin was mesmerized. Practically hyperventilating, with a look of hunger and disbelief plastered on his face, Darrin finally found a voice,

"Oh god baby. You look unbelievably hot. Damn you are so sexy!"

Mitch groaned and with agonizing slowness, buried his finger in his butt. Starting to finger his own butt, Mitch watched Darrin's cock leak so heavily that it could be seen glistening in the candlelight. Reaching to the bedside table, he pulled the bottle of lube to him, reached back, and drenched his ass crack with it. Mitch slid his fingers up and down his now soaked crack, watching Darrin as he slipped two fingers into his butt and started moving them faster and faster.

Mitch gasped and lowered his head to the bed, knowing that Darrin was watching made everything so much hotter. As he added a third finger, a burning pain flared around his hole. Panting, with his cock now dripping non-stop precum, Mitch looked back and saw a look of pure lust on his man's face.

A moan escaped Darrin's lips as the wet sounds of Mitch's finger fucking surround them. Mitch let his fingers slip out, panting for a few seconds to cool his passion. Raising himself onto his elbows, Mitch smiled at Darrin when he saw his state of arousal. 

"Come here babe," said Mitch.

Moving like he was in a trance, Darrin crawled onto the bed and let Mitch move his body until he was on his back, with his steel hard erection jutting from his groin. He watched as Mitch straddled him and started grinding his ass against Darrin. Both men were past anything but moans and guttural sounds as Mitch reached between his legs and pulled Darrin's cock against his ass. Rising up he lowered himself until Darrin felt his cockhead surrounded by slick, hot ass.

"Fuck!" said Darrin, as he fought hard against the urge to thrust into Mitch.

Mitch looked down and smiled at the thrashing body under him. He reached down and put both his hands on Darrin's pecs and squeezed. With his grip on Darrin's hairy chest, he started lowering himself onto Darrin. He felt his ass stretching to accommodate the plum sized head of Darrin's dick. The burning peaking, he pushed out and felt the head slip through the first gate. Panting through the pain, he started kneading Darrin's pecs, running his palms over his nipples.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 04



"Oh fuck! Your ass is so hot! I can't believe how tight you are!" said Darrin with a moan.

As the pain receded, Mitch started moving his ass slowly. "You feel amazing babe! Your cock is filling my ass so good!"

And with that Mitch arched his back and began lowering himself. Ignoring the pain, he moved down steadily. Darrin's girth was stretching him wide as the flesh burrowed deep into him. Finally, Darrin's soft pubic hair pressed against his ass. Darrin watched as the familiar twins of pain and pleasure warred across Mitch's face. He reached up and ran his hands over Mitch's chest, feeling his body slowly relax and begin to move.

"Oh god baby. You are so sexy, so incredible!" said Darrin.

Mitch chuckled a little, "You're fuckin' thick!" 

Darrin laughed and flicked Mitch's nipples and then continued to run his hands over his boyfriend's incredibly sexy body. Mitch began to move slowly, moving slightly up and down Darrin's cock. Darrin watched as the pleasure overcame the pain and Mitch's motions became more relaxed. Knowing that he hadn't yet hit Mitch's sweet spot, Darrin gripped his hips and moved at a slightly different angle, finally feeling his cock connect with Mitch's prostate. Darrin almost laughed as Mitch's muscular body shuddered.

"Oh holyshit!" screamed Mitch.

Having found the spot, Darrin grabbed Mitch tight. Knowing that neither of them would last long after the delicious buildup Mitch had done, he stabbed over and over into Mitch's pleasure center. Mitch's head was thrown back and Darrin could never remember him being louder. Mitch soon took over, riding Darrin hard and fast as they both raced toward their climax. Darrin grabbed Mitch's dripping cock and started pounding it hard and fast, enjoying the sight of Mitch's body twisting on top of him. As his breathing became more ragged and his motions erratic, Darrin knew he would soon get his liquid treasure. With only a few more strokes Mitch's dick exploded, the first shot leaving a thick white trail across Darrin's face. The next few shots were only slightly less powerful, lodging themselves into his goatee and down his neck. Mitch's muscles locked around Darrin's cock as he came, milking it. The erotic ripples drove Darrin beyond his limit and he started unloading into Mitch. His balls drained as he thrust his dick into Mitch again and again.

As Darrin twitched with the last of his orgasm, Mitch lay across his chest. They cuddled and relaxed as their intimate explorations lazily continued. As they cooled, Mitch reached up and kissed Darrin's cheek, flicking his tongue out to catch a stray drop of cum. 

"Congratulations babe, you did great on your orals. You're amazing!" said Mitch.

Darrin chuckled and shook his head, "I'll never understand, but I love you so much. And tonight, god you were amazing."

Mitch smiled broadly and looked into Darrin's eyes, "Babe."

"Yeah."

"You got another gift tonight that you didn't even know about."

Darrin looked at him, slightly concerned. "I did?"

"Yeah," said Mitch, "You got my cherry." 

"What!" said Darrin

He kissed Darrin and then laughed at Darrin's look of shock. "Yes babe, you were my first. I've never let anyone fuck me before."

"Ohmygod!" said Darrin as he started to tear up. Then a sense of concern began to fill him.

"Was it? Was I? You know . . ."

Mitch laughed at him again, "Damn you really don't know do you. It was amazing, especially when you found that right spot in my ass," Mitch laughed softly, "I think I've joined the ranks of the versatile after tonight."

Darrin smiled hugely and hugged Mitch close. The two of them relaxed in their post-orgasm glow. Finally Darrin's cock softened enough that it slipped out. Suddenly Mitch looked at Darrin with an odd look on his face.

"What's wrong babe? Talk to me," said Darrin.

"I'm . . . ahhh . . . leaking."

Darrin looked at him for several long seconds before it dawned on him what Mitch was saying. Mitch's contorted face was too much and Darrin started laughing hard. Mitch punched him hard in the shoulder.

"Shutup asshole!"

Darrin rubbed his shoulder and suppressed a chuckle. Spying a t-shirt within reach he snagged it and helped Mitch clean up. After a few awkward minutes, they both started laughing about it. As they cuddled against each other Darrin was again shocked at his luck in finding Mitch and hoped the rest of their year would be as easy as the summer had been.



Wrangler Butts Ch. 05



Mitch lay quietly in bed as the dawn slowly flooded the bedroom. He was enjoying his morning and the soft breathing of his boyfriend sleeping in the bed beside him. He couldn't believe that they were already 6 weeks into the semester, and fall break was approaching. He knew they both needed a break, but on a graduate student stipend there wasn't really much of a chance of them going anywhere. Mitch was still recovering financially from the meal they and their friends had at The Republic after Darrin passed his orals. At that memory he had to smile though, since that night Darrin had been the first to get his ass. He had planned it as the ultimate gift to Darrin and didn't expect to really enjoy it. But he was so wrong! Mitch wiggled his bum a little and enjoyed the slight soreness from last night as proof that he had indeed entered the world of the versatile. Darrin had also become very excited about his new role as top. Mitch had gotten the impression that Darrin had primarily been submissive in previous relationships. Yes, Mitch was amazed at the changes each of them had made in the other. But he guessed that was just part of being in love. 

He rolled on his side and gently started tracing his fingers over Darrin's face. He had to chuckle a little when the still sleeping Darrin interpreted his light touches as a fly and tried to shoo him away. Mitch moved his hand to Darrin's chest and ran it through his light brown chest hair. Before he got too carried away, Mitch leaned in and kissed Darrin firmly on the lips. From experience he knew that a gentle kiss would earn him a 'fly shoo' swat against his face. But with the kiss, Darrin's eyes fluttered open and he stretched. Finding Mitch, he threw his arms around him and pulled Mitch against him in a tight hug.

"Damn, you get more handsome with each day!"

Mitch laughed and said, "You are just a horny boy who wants to tap my ass again, and again."

Darrin chuckled and then stretched again. "Damn straight! That's the nicest piece of ass I've ever seen, much less tapped."

Mitch looked at him with mock severity, "And should you get the urge to tap another ass, you best run. 'Cause I'll cut 'em off!" With that statement Mitch reached down and grabbed Darrin's nuts and tugged. 

Darrin jumped and in a high falsetto said, "No! Never! Don't want to lose the boys."

Mitch growled and moved so he was over Darrin's body. Leaning down he bit Darrin on the lip and then barked out, "That's right boy, you might be proud-cut, but you'd still be cut!" and with that he moved lower and then leaped at Darrin's ticklish belly. Soon the two were rolling on the bed, both laughing uproariously. Once they settled down Darrin held Mitch's face and kissed him again.

"We gotta get moving. I don't ever want to walk into my 9am class late again. Especially not smelling like fresh sex!" said Darrin.

"Ah babe! But you are so cute when you were all flustered."

"Asshole!" said Darrin, and then started laughing. "God, having Karen lean over, sniff, and then wink at me. I wanted to go through the floor."

"Well come on then. If we don't hurry we'll end up showering together and I think that's how it started last time," said Mitch.

They finally moved out of the bed and went through what had become their morning routine. Mitch cooked their breakfast while Darrin showered and then he showered while Darrin fed the horses. By the time they found themselves pulling into the department parking lot, they had plenty of time. As they walked toward their office Mitch heard someone calling him.

"McRichards."

Mitch stopped and turned thinking he recognized that voice and sure enough he saw Dr. Koch walking toward him.

"McRichards, after your class come to my office," he looked at Darrin, "Morning Anderson." And with that he moved down the hallway. Darrin quickly pulled Mitch into their office and closed the door.

"What was that about?"

"Hell, I don't know. Maybe I didn't get something right. We haven't really had much of a conversation since last summer's little chat," said Mitch.

Darrin nodded, "Well I guess you'll find out after class, because it's five 'til."

Both men threw what they needed for class in their book bags and left for class. Mitch heard very little of the lecture as he ran through his mind what Koch could be calling him on the carpet about. The end of those 50 minutes found him standing at Koch's door and knocking softly.

Koch looked up at the noise, "Yes, get in here and shut the door."

Damn! Thought Mitch, this couldn't go well. When he started grad school, he had been given the same instructions as Darrin about avoiding behind-the-door conversations with Koch. He sat in the chair he was motioned to and watched Koch digging through his desk. With a grunt Koch located what he was looking for and tossed it across the table to Mitch. Mitch opened the manila envelope and peered inside. Reaching in he retrieved a key and some papers. He looked up to find Koch staring at him.

"I have a cabin in Colorado, above Durango. I'd already gotten my landowner elk tag, but now I have to go to a goddamn conference in Florida. I transferred it to your name. Thought you and Anderson could use a break."

Mitch froze, this was so unheard of that he was looking for the trap. Finally he realized that he needed to say something, anything.

"Thanks. We really appreciate it! We do need the break and I love elk."

"Yeah, well don't fuck up the hunt. I expect a hindquarter as payment."

"Oh yes sir. We can certainly do that," said Mitch.

"Get out. That's it. There isn't going to be any orchestra, this isn't a 'moment'."

Mitch scrambled to his feet and escaped out the door. Completely stunned he walked in their office and closed the door. Darrin watched him sit down with a look of utter disbelief on his face. Darrin waited for Mitch to explain, but when the silence stretched on too long his temper flared. Assuming the worst he began a diatribe against Koch.

"Fucking old homophobe! I knew this would happen! Well he can't target you. Goddamnit! You work harder than anyone else in his lab. I'm going to go give that asshole a piece of my mind. How dare he. . ." Mitch grabbed his arm and stopped him. He chuckled raggedly and motioned for Darrin to calm down.

"No, no. Nothing like that."

He reached in the envelope and pulled out its contents and laid them on the desk. Darrin finally looked at Mitch,

"What the hell?"

"Don't know. I went in expecting to be ripped a new asshole, and he hands me this. He said he has a cabin in Colorado and he'd already gotten a landowner elk tag and now he couldn't make it. So he gave it to us, with the stipulation that we bring him back an elk quarter."

Darrin fell back in his chair, "Fuuuucccckkkkk. Wait. Us? He specifically said us?"

Mitch laughed, "Yes babe, he said 'you and Anderson'."

Mitch laughed and then sifted through the content of the envelope. They found the tag for the cow elk as well as a map and instructions. 

Finally a smile broke across Mitch's face and he looked up at Darrin, "Looks like we's goin' huntin'!"



The time flew by and Darrin and Mitch found themselves driving across Texas toward southwest Colorado. Mitch had finally relented and they had taken Darrin's smaller pickup to save money on gas, but now their stuff was largely piled in the back. The important exception was Mitch's 30-06, which was behind the seat. They had already been driving for quite a few hours and when both were awake they had talked about their lives, families, and other details of their past. Much of it they already knew about each other, but Mitch realized that there was one gaping hole in Darrin's background, his love life before starting grad school.

As they barreled toward the New Mexico line he turned to Darrin, pausing to consider how to bring it up,

"What about other lovers babe? You never mention other boyfriends."

Darrin stiffened and fixed his stare ahead. In a barely audible voice he said, "No boyfriends, no lovers. Ok? Drop it."

Mitch started to push the issue, and paused. Knowing Darrin's past, he was sure the story was unpleasant and convoluted. Right now he wanted neither, so he leaned against the door and pulled down his cap over his eyes and slept.

They drove through the night; switching drivers as needed so they wouldn't have to stop, a decision they had made partly to save time, but equally important was avoiding the cost of a hotel room. Late afternoon found them winding up the steep gravel road to Koch's cabin. Darrin was still trying to decipher the map when Mitch slammed on the brakes.

Darrin grabbed the dash to stop his momentum, "What the hell?"

"We're here."

Darrin studied the map and directions, "How to you know? I can't tell a damn thing from this map."

Mitch chuckled and pointed out Darrin's window, "That's how."

Darrin looked and started laughing too as he saw the sign that read 'Koch's Cabin -- Visitors will be shot.'

"Yeah, we are definitely at the right place. Only your major professor would post a sign like that," said Darrin.

Mitch backed up and then whipped the pickup into the driveway. The cabin was largely hidden from the road by the thick forest surrounding it. But it looked very secluded and quiet, which was what they both needed.

"Let's check it out and then we can unload," said Mitch.

They climbed out of the truck and walked to the cabin. It was a true cabin. It looked like it had been made from logs off the property 50 years ago. As they stepped on the porch they also realized how small it was, but the perfect size for their weekend. Opening the door they walked in and found the house was remarkably clean. Mitch spotted a propane refrigerator in the corner and walked over to see if it was working. He was startled to find it filled with fresh food and a note that read,

'Dr Koch said to eat the food and not worry about replacing it since it would just spoil before anyone else came to the cabin. -- Peggy'

Darrin turned and looked at Mitch, "What the deal with Koch?"

"I have no idea, but we have enough food for the weekend."

Mitch yawned and stretched as he tried to remove some of the stiffness from his muscles. Leaning over he kissed Darrin and then threw his arm around his neck.

"I'm ready for a nap. Whatcha think?" said Mitch.

"That sounds great. I'm bushed!"

The cabin was fairly cool so they just kicked off their boots and crawled into bed. Darrin spooned against Mitch and quickly both were in deep sleep.

An hour or so later Mitch woke up. Momentarily disoriented, he quickly remembered where they were. He moved back against Darrin and wiggled his ass.

"That's a good way to get screwed you know," said Darrin.

Mitch chuckled and pressed harder against Darrin's groin. "Oh? You want this ass you gotta work for it stud!"

Mitch jumped out of bed and started jerking on his boots. As Darrin slowly stood up, Mitch reached over and slapped his ass. 

"Come on lazy ass. We need to check out the hunting. We don't have a lot of time to bag our elk."

"I know, I know," said Darrin as he struggled with his boots and lurching to follow Mitch out the door. Once they got started, they quickly moved over the large acreage that Koch's land encompassed. At several places they found signs of elk. After a few hours they had a good idea of where Mitch would hunt tomorrow, but they continued scouting the area. Exploring off the main trails, they found a giant hemlock tree whose branches trailed to the ground. Walking around it, they found a small opening almost hidden among the smaller trees that surrounded the large tree like a set of bridesmaids. Mitch looked inside and turned to Darrin,

"I think we can get in. Come on!" Mitch said and disappeared into the dark split. Reluctantly Darrin followed. He struggled to get his larger body through the tiny hole but eventually he managed to wiggle his way through. He sat quietly in the almost black space, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He jumped when a hand brushed against his neck.

"Damnit! You scared the shit outta-" Darrin's complaint dropped as Mitch's mouth covered his. Mitch kneeled in front of him, holding Darrin's face as their lips slowly separated.

"It's nice and private in here babe. I think you mentioned something about wanting my ass," Mitch said with an inquisitive look on his face.

"Oh shit. Yeah!"

Darrin took Mitch back in his arms and pulled their chests tight against each other. The quiet, dim surroundings seemed very intimate as they quietly kissed and caressed each other's faces. Mitch allowed his hand to trace over Darrin's skin, loving the rough texture of his stubble. He thought he should ask Darrin to let it grow over the weekend, Darrin's facial hair made him hot. His fingers caressing Darrin's goatee, he leaned in for another kiss. As his lips lingered, Mitch let his fingers glide down Darrin's chest, opening buttons and kissing Darrin as he released each one. With the last button undone, he opened Darrin's shirt and exposed the white t-shirt underneath. He reached his fingers to the erect points of Darrin's nipples and rubbed and pinched them gently through the cloth as he kissed the side of his neck. Darrin sighed and let his head roll to one side as the wonderful attention that Mitch was giving him had its effect.

"Oh man, that feels so good babe," said Darrin.

Mitch smiled to himself as he continued to do his best to ramp up Darrin's lust. Letting his kisses slide down Darrin's neck, Mitch reached down and pulled the t-shirt out of Darrin's jeans. Mitch ran his hands under the shirt, luxuriating in the feel of Darrin's chest hair on his hands. Mitch loved Darrin's chest, he knew that sometimes Darrin wished he had more chest hair, but Mitch thought he had the perfect amount. The soft fans of hair covering his pecs made Mitch horny each time he saw it. He pushed the shirt upward until Darrin's erect nipples were exposed and then Mitch lowered his head and started sucking on first one and then the other. His tongue danced around the rigid flesh, with an occasional nip from his teeth. Darrin's moans and muttering were ample evidence of Mitch's success. 

Mitch watched his man's fluttering eyelids and his quiet panting. Putting his hand on Darrin's sternum, Mitch pushed him back onto the soft needles carpeting their secluded spot. He couldn't resist a quick sweep of his fingers over Darrin's belly, which caused a brief eruption of laughter. But they quickly transitioned back to moans when he gripped Darrin's crotch and began kneading it gently. Darrin started bucking up into Mitch's hand and moaning louder. Mitch laughed softly and leaned down and whispered into Darrin's ear,

"Shhhh stud. You need to keep it down. We may be hidden but sound carries up in these mountains."

Darrin nodded and moved his arm over his mouth, biting down on his shirtsleeve to keep from screaming. Mitch flashed his brilliant smile and moved back to Darrin's crotch. Peeling down the omnipresent jockstrap, he released Darrin's thick cock from its fabric confinement. Wrapping his hand around its base he squeezed and slid his hand up its turgid length, bringing up a nice ooze of precum. Mitch ran his tongue through it and then lowered his lips to cover the whole glans, his tongue dancing over the surface as he cleaned it. 

That was the end of Darrin's tolerance, he moved quickly. Grabbing his lover, he opened Mitch's jeans and yanked them down to his thighs before Mitch could blink. Mitch enjoyed the times when Darrin's needs overcame him and he took charge, like he was doing now. He spread his knees as wide as the pants would allow and ran his hands over whatever parts of Darrin he could reach. Darrin wrapped his fist around Mitch's cock and stroked it a few times and then slid his hand to Mitch's balls. His tug on Mitch's nuts was hard enough to be rewarded with a grunt from Mitch. He felt Darrin's other hand slide behind his head and pull him in for an urgent kiss. As Darrin's tongue dove into Mitch's mouth, Mitch felt his hand caress his fur covered trench and explored its length. After a few moments of reconnaissance it zeroed in on its target, Mitch's tight hole. As Darrin's finger rubbed against his entrance, he felt that delicious tingle radiate through his crotch. When Darrin finally released his head Mitch fell forward, panting,

"Come on man. Fuck me! You have me so damn horny!"

Mitch felt Darrin move behind him, quickly followed by his ass being pried apart. He gasped as Darrin's hot tongue traveled down the trench of his butt. Writhing under Darrin's wet oral dance, Mitch relished each movement as his ass became matted with spit. He felt Darrin shift his grip and then open his ass wider, and his hot tongue rammed deep into his ass.

"Fuck! That's it! Eat me!" shouted Mitch.

Darrin moved back slightly with a soft chuckle, "I thought we needed to be quiet, handsome."

"Oh, yeah. Ohgod though. Just do me already," said Mitch as he panted with desire.

"Babe, we don't have any lube."

Mitch arched his back and rammed one hand in his pocket, instantly it was back with a small bottle that he handed back to Darrin. Darrin took it, knowing what it was.

"My man the boy scout. Always prepared."

Darrin started working Mitch's ass. Mitch felt him carefully lube his opening and the sensations were almost overwhelming. Despite Mitch's claims to the contrary, he had been sore for several days after the first time he let Darrin fuck him. Fortunately, Darrin recognized that his thickness made it more challenging, so he tried to always get Mitch ready. As the second finger slid in Mitch tensed at the immediate pain but then quickly relaxed. A few minutes later it became a trio of fingers inside him, but by then the stimulation was such that he savored it. The pain was part of the pleasure and he was ready.

"Come on babe, enough. Put it in!" said Mitch through his panting.

Darrin gave him a look of pure lust and then began lubing up his cock. With a final poke inside Mitch's ass, Darrin removed his fingers and started pushing his dick inside Mitch. By this time Mitch's chest was resting on the forest floor and his mind was reeling at the sensations coming from his butt. Yes, there was some pain. But he was so wonderfully full and the feeling of Darrin's iron hard dick rubbing his sphincter as it slid in was sending electric shocks to his throbbing dick. As he felt Darrin's brown curls grind against his ass, he let out another loud moan.

"Shh, quiet!" said Darrin with a chuckle.

Mitch was too far gone this time to reply and just made random motions with his hand as he tried to tell Darrin he wanted more. Darrin pumped in and out with agonizingly slow movements. The pressure and texture of Darrin's rock hard cock against Mitch's prostate sent erotic pulses through his body, as the wonderful sensations built with each slow sheathing of Darrin's cock inside his convulsing gut. Time slowed as they made love to each other, until Mitch's body reached overload. His body shifted into autopilot and his ass clamped down on Darrin's cock as his body climaxed. 

"Ah! Oh! Ah! Ahhhhh!" screamed out Mitch as his cock painted the forest floor with lines of white.

As Mitch ejaculated Darrin increased his speed, forcing his way through the tight ass surrounding his cock. With Mitch's last loud moan, his body sagged against the ground, quiet gasps coming from his lips with each thrust of Darrin's hips. Soon after Mitch felt a tightening of the grip on his hips as Darrin thrust faster into his butt. Then Darrin tensed, shoving his cock as deep as possible into Mitch. His body trembled as Mitch felt Darrin's hot seed filling his butt. Mitch relaxed and enjoyed the sensations as Darrin slowly pushed through the slick, hot liquid in a few last leisurely strokes. Eventually his soft cock fell out of Mitch's ass with a wet sound, causing a giggle to emerge from Mitch.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 05



"Did you just giggle?" asked Darrin in amazement.

A more familiar chuckle came from below him. "Apparently an ass full of cum makes me giggle. I guess fuckin' also makes me loud," said Mitch with a grin.

"Yeah, you weren't quiet," said Darrin with a matching smile.

Mitch rolled to his back, and pulled Darrin to him. They gently caressed and kissed each other in their post-orgasmic euphoria. They spent several long minutes touching and whispering endearments, enjoying their time together. Suddenly they both froze as they heard muffled voices that were rapidly increasing in volume. Looking around they realized that there was only one way in and out of their little hideout. As they started to move, it was immediately evident that each small movement created a din of cracking and popping, as the dry bed of their love nest became a deterrent to quiet escape. By silent mutual consent they remained still, hoping the rapidly approaching group wouldn't see them. Within seconds they heard the sounds of multiple footfalls and at one point the sound of a round of ammunition being pumped into the chamber.

Darrin looked at Mitch with panic in his eyes. They were going to be caught with their pants down, literally, and the people catching them were armed. He looked at Mitch and mouthed 'What are we going to do?!' Mitch put his finger against his lips and signaled him to be silent. At that point the approaching group broke into the tiny clearing.

Four large, middle-aged, men stomped through the clearing, close enough to the tree that Mitch and Darrin could clearly see a filtered image of them. They obviously had made a Cabela's salesman very happy since they were dressed from their hats to their boots in brand new camo outfits. And they were loud enough that there was no trouble hearing their conversation.

"You heard it right? That had to be a huge bull elk! You heard him bugle and grunt. I'm telling you I'll have his head mounted right over my den fireplace."

"Yah Roy. You're right. That big boy was snorting and looking for some cows. I bet he's a huge fucker!"

Mitch looked at Darrin and saw that he was about to burst too. They held their collective breath until they could no longer hear the conversation. At that point Darrin starting shaking uncontrollably with laughter, after watching him for a few minutes Mitch finally started chuckling too.

"Come on. We better get outta here before their big bull comes back," said Darrin.

As he helped Mitch to his feet, Darrin let out a snort and patted Mitch on the ass. 

"Come on bull!"

Darrin dove for the hole but Mitch grabbed him before he managed to escape. They struggled for several minutes as Mitch tried to pin Darrin to tickle him for his remark. But finally they both breathlessly collapsed. 

"We really do need to go. They might actually find their way back," said Darrin with a snicker.

With that they both crawled through the small opening and headed toward the house. Once they had reached the cabin, Darrin paused and looked at Mitch and busted out laughing again. 

"Oh my god! My boyfriend the bull elk!"

Mitch pushed Darrin on the bed and started tickling his belly. Mitch was never really upset with Darrin, he thought it was pretty funny too actually. But by the time he finished torturing Darrin they were both gasping for air. Mitch fell backwards onto the bed and let out a sigh of contentment.

"So, do you think they're going to find their way back?" asked Darrin.

"Nope, not a fuckin' chance."

As they sat and recovered they looked around the room. It was pretty rustic with the fridge being the only thing that was a nod toward the modern. A wood stove and kerosene lamps seemed to finish the look. Mitch had spotted the outhouse a short distance away when they were outside, so he knew there was no bathroom in the house. And if there wasn't a creek close by, they were going to be very ripe by Tuesday. Pushing off the bed he walked over to the fridge and started pulling out food. He put out enough for the two of them on the small table. He and Darrin enjoyed the quick meal of sandwiches and pop and settled in for the evening. The October nights at over 7,000 feet definitely warranted the use of the stove for heat. After a few small things were taken care of they settled in and spent the evening reading for pleasure, which neither of them ever did at home. As the night wore on they eventually undressed and crawled under the thick blankets. Snuggling against each other it wasn't long before both of them were sound asleep.



Mitch awoke the next morning to the wonderful sensation of Darrin's tongue in his arm pit. He moaned softly as his body slowly twisted against the sheets. The soft sounds coming from Darrin only added to the overall sensual atmosphere. Mitch found it hard to believe that Darrin loved sucking on his pits like he did. Mitch actually thought he was too hairy, but he loved how Darrin seemed to like the wealth of body hair that he had. Mitch closed his eyes and left his arms raised above him as the wonderful sensations continued to pulse through his system. He gasped slightly when he felt Darrin's hand wrap around his hard cock and start to stroke it slowly. His precum quickly coated it and the wet sounds coming from his cock added another layer to the erotic moment. Mitch moaned again as he felt his balls tighten against his shaft.

"Much more lover and I'm going to shoot cum all over you."

Darrin looked up from Mitch's now drenched pit and smiled. As he accelerated the speed of his hand, he attacked Mitch's pits with more vigor. Mitch thought he actually heard Darrin growl a few times. But Mitch forgot all that as he reached the point of no return.

"Ah, ah, oh fuck!"

Darrin lifted his face to watch as Mitch's cock shot streams of cum over his hairy chest. Darrin loved the way the white cum gathered on the black curly hair and then ever so slowly dripped to the olive-hued skin. Darrin couldn't imagine a more sexy man than his boyfriend. As the last bead of cum oozed out of Mitch's dick, Darrin started rubbing his hand over Mitch's cum coated chest. Once his hand was covered, he flopped beside Mitch and started jacking his own, now throbbing, dick. 

Mitch watched for a few seconds as Darrin quickly whipped the white cream on his hand into a slick froth. Mitch moved closer and started running his hand over Darrin's chest. He rubbed each hard nipple as he found it. He thought it was hot when his sometimes uptight lover let go enough to masturbate in front of Mitch. By now Darrin had both hands wrapped around his cock and he was thrusting upward. With a slight grin Mitch moved closer, flicking Darrin's hard nipple with his tongue and then taking it between his teeth and biting down. 

That was the final straw for Darrin. Letting out a long low moan, he started coming. The first shot hit Mitch on the cheek, followed closely by a strand of white across his face. Mitch smiled as he watched the remainder of Darrin's juice come out in small globs that fell into his thick brown bush. With a final small convulsion, Darrin fell back onto the bed. 

Darrin turned his head as he slowly fondled his softening cock and kissed Mitch's cheek. 

"Good morning lover."

"Mornin' babe," said Mitch. Returning the kiss he smiled at Darrin, "You realize that we are covered in cum, and have no running water."

"Oh. Shit."

Mitch laughed at him again and then walked to the kitchen. He quickly filled a basin with water from the hand pump and snagged a washcloth on the way back to the bed. Dipping the cloth into the icy water he began cleaning himself and Darrin. With the first touch of the cloth Darrin jumped.

"Damn! That's cold."

"Snow melt usually is pretty cold," said Mitch with a chuckle.

The cold temperature urged them to move fast and soon they were dressed and ready for the day. After a quick breakfast they went out to scout the area in more detail. They had actually covered most of the surrounding property yesterday so it didn't take long to find and map out the best game trails. 

Returning to the house they ate the leisurely lunch Darrin made for them. Mitch carefully cleaned his rifle and made his preparations for the hunt. Around mid-afternoon he moved into position and settled in to wait. The next hours didn't exactly race by, but Mitch had always enjoyed the quiet and solitude that hunting provided. Just as it was getting too dark, he heard a rustling coming up the path. Shifting quietly into position, he moved his gun so he could shoot with only minimal movement. He watched through the scope as he prepared to target the animal, but a second look revealed it was a bull, and Mitch lowered his rifle with a sigh. A bull elk didn't do him any good when his tag was for a cow. Mitch quietly moved out of his spot and then trudged back to the cabin. As he pushed through the door, Darrin looked up.

"No luck?"

"No, saw a nice bull just before dark. But no cows."

"Oh. Well you're going out in the morning?" asked Darrin.

"Yeah, I thought morning might be better."



Mitch was fighting the urge to yawn again as he shifted slightly in his new spot. He'd arrived shortly after 4:00am and he was starting to feel it. It was full daylight but there were still wisps of mist as he studied the surrounding terrain. Sweeping the area yet again, this time he noticed movement to his left. Slowly moving into position, Mitch was thrilled to see patches of reddish brown being filtered through the distant brush. He raised his rifle and peered through the scope. As he zoned in on the movement, he felt a thrill when he realized he was looking at a small herd of females. Quickly scanning them he selected the clearest shot, took aim and slowly began squeezing the trigger.

Darrin was outside getting an armload of wood when he heard a rifle shot echo through the small clearing. He started to go immediately, but remembered their signal arrangement and settled in to wait. He got more and more agitated as the seconds ticked off. Finally he heard the three blasts from the canned air horn Mitch was carrying. Moving quickly, he flew out of the cabin and down the foot trail in search of Mitch.

Mitch looked up and tensed as he heard someone coming, relaxing when he saw Darrin burst through the brush. He'd already bled the elk and was quickly field dressing her. He directed Darrin to what he wanted and soon they were struggling to carry the carcass back to the cabin. Mitch laughed to himself as he heard Darrin gasping for air, feeling a little smug that he was taking the higher altitude better than his boyfriend.

Once they finally got the elk back to the cabin, they hung it from a convenient limb so it could be skinned. Mitch smiled as he watched Darrin stretch, trying to ease his cramped muscles. He began skinning the carcass as Darrin went inside to wash up.

Mitch was so intent on what he was doing that he was startled when a bright red 4-wheel drive pickup pulled into their front yard. He smiled as three young guys got out and walked over. Watching them as they moved closer Mitch relaxed. They could have easily come from the university campus, so he had no concerns.

"Hey, how's it goin'?" said Mitch.

"Good, good. Nice lookin' elk!" the larger of the three said and held out his hand, "Name's Dave"

"Hey Dave, nice to meet ya. Yeah," said Mitch as they shook hands. "She's good sized. Should be some good eatin'."

Dave nodded as they discussed Mitch's good luck in bagging such a fine animal so quickly. Mitch looked up at the sound of the cabin door closing to see Darrin bringing him a beer. Mitch took the beer and drained half of it before lowering it. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he squeezed Darrin's shoulder.

"Thanks babe. That's just what I needed."

Mitch watched Darrin walk back into the cabin and start cooking some lunch. Mitch refocused on the elk and barely noticed that the three visitors were working to surround him. As he worked to fist off a stretch of hide, he suddenly felt his arms begin grabbed. He looked up into a face contorted with hate as Dave threw a punch into his stomach. He let out a loud grunt of pain as his mind reeled as he tried to come to grips with what had happened. With a second punch Mitch doubled over with pain. The two men holding his arms kept him from collapsing to the ground. Dave was screaming at him, although Mitch was in no shape to understand any of it.

"Come on faggot! Fight me! You and your bitch don't belong up here!"

Mitch was dimly aware that Dave was preparing to kick him, when a gunshot sounded from only a few feet away.

"Let. Him. Go. NOW!"

Mitch rolled his head to see Darrin standing on the cabin porch with the 30-06 held steadily in his hands. The look on his face brooked no discussion. 

"Fuck you! Damn faggot! We're going to show you two that you aren't welcome up here! And you are too much of a chicken shit to use that rifle so put it down queer or we'll use it on you."

He started to swing back his foot back to kick Mitch when a second rifle shot echoed and blended with the sound of breaking glass.

"Next time it won't be your truck." said Darrin as he levered another round into the chamber. "You have two seconds. . .one. . .two."

As he lifted the rifle all three attackers took off for the pickup. Mitch fell to his knees once he was released. He struggled to keep from falling onto his face as Darrin watched the pickup skidding out of the driveway and onto the dirt road. Once the pickup was no longer in sight, Darrin dropped the rifle and ran over to Mitch.

"Shit! Are you ok? I'm taking you to the hospital!"

Mitch shook his head, "No, you stopped 'em from doing any worse. And I think the cops might not like your target practice on their pickup." Mitch chuckled and then gasped as a pain shot through him.

"We need to go. Now. Before they can get back with reinforcements," said Darrin.

"They won't be back. You put the fear of God in 'em. Besides, they aren't from around here so there's no one to help 'em."

Both men jumped and turned to see a small, middle aged woman in a housedress standing on the edge of the clearing.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya. I'm Peggy. I own the property next door. I heard the rifle shots. Thought I'd come check if you needed help. You seem ta have done a fine job on your own though."

Mitch gasped out a reply, "There were three of 'em! What were you going to do?"

Peggy smiled and reached in the huge pocket on the front of her dress and pulled out a 9mm Glock, "I have my equalizer," she said and smiled.

"Here, let me help you with him. I'm an EMT, closest we have to a doctor for quite a few miles," said Peggy.

Mitch nodded and braced himself as she moved toward him. While Darrin held him up, she quickly checked his stomach and ribs, noting where Mitch flinched when she probed. Finally she pulled back and put her hand on her hips.

"He'll be fine. Just some bruises. Nothing broken," she smiled at Mitch, "Lucky for you that your boyfriend is a good shot. Damn hellions come down from Denver to stir up trouble!"

Darrin looked at her for a long minute, "It doesn't bother you that we're . . . gay."

"Honey, you could be purple polka dots and I wouldn't care. So long as you are good people. And William wouldn't have given the keys to his cabin to anyone who wasn't good people," she smiled and motioned toward the cabin, "Now, take him inside and clean him up. I'd guess that you are going to be finishing the skinnin' of your elk though. But if you need me just sound off that canned horn thing you have. I heard it fine earlier." And with that she disappeared into the brush.

Mitch and Darrin stared at each other for several long seconds. With a shrug, and a grimace of pain from Mitch, they moved back into the house. Mitch flinched as Darrin used a wet cloth to clean him up and help him change into clean clothes. Mitch mentally berated himself for letting the trio trap him so easily. There was also a sizeable part of him that was wondering about Darrin and his rapid, and competent, defense. Darrin finished the lunch he had started before the ruckus and they largely ate in silence. 

The severe pain was gone but Peggy was right, Mitch couldn't fight with the elk to finish skinning it. Darrin helped him outside to sit on the porch and give instructions on how to finish. As the afternoon wore on Mitch explained how to quarter the carcass so they could get it home. Finally his curiosity won over and he decided to ask Darrin about what happened.

"You know, that was impressive shootin' earlier," said Mitch.

Darrin grunted in reply.

"I had no idea you could shoot like that."

Darrin paused, and without turning said, "Why? You knew I grew up on a farm."

Mitch carefully considered his reply, "Yeah. But sometimes, on practical things, you. . ."

"I don't know my ass from a hole in the ground?" Now Darrin was looking into Mitch's eyes. Mitch wasn't sure why but he felt that this was an important conversation. He thought carefully about his reply, how to word it. But finally decided to be honest.

"Well, yeah. You are a smart dude, but sometimes don't seem to have much common sense. But damn, you didn't even flinch when you faced down those guys. And I didn't see you aim at the pickup when you shot. Did you just shoot from the hip?"

Darrin scowled at Mitch with a look that certainly wasn't happy. Finally a smile broke out on his face and he shook his head.

"Fair enough," said Darrin, "I'm probably not the best in the useable skills area, but I can shoot. I wasted a lot of time and ammo target practicing when I was younger. Eventually I started playing with shooting from the hip and got good at it. That's really all there was to it."

"Well I'm damn glad you did. Because you definitely pulled my bacon outta the fire earlier," said Mitch.

With that settled they moved back to finishing the elk. Soon it was cut into its primal cuts and packed in coolers. As Mitch watched Darrin clean up in a basin of water, he again marveled at his man and how he had came through in the clench. For Mitch, it made Darrin even more desirable, a true partner that he could depend on during times of crisis. Once Darrin finished his cleaning he helped Mitch back into the cabin and stoked the fire in the wood stove for dinner. 

Darrin had cut them two steaks from the fresh elk and proceeded to make a huge meal for the two of them. Using the well-stocked refrigerator, he made as many of Mitch's favorites as he could manage. Mitch moved to the table under his own power, still sore but able to breathe without pain. Between the two of them they soon had eaten everything Darrin had made, and Mitch was leaning back and sighing with contentment. Darrin brought Mitch another beer and they moved to the porch to watch their last sunset in Colorado. Recalling the day, Mitch was just happy that he hadn't ended up in the hospital, or worse. His attitude that everyone would accept his sexuality, or at least leave him alone, was severely shaken. He wasn't going to admit it to Darrin, but his level of trust in people had dropped.

As the cold October night settled around them they moved back inside and stripped for bed. Darrin was very protective and wrapped himself around Mitch. So far as Mitch was concerned, for one of the few times in his adult life he wanted someone to take care of him. It was great that he actually had that in Darrin.



The following sunrise found them flying across New Mexico and almost at the Texas state line. Mitch had been driving for several hours while Darrin slept, but he knew Darrin was waking up.

"Morning sunshine," said Mitch.

"Morning, my fucking hot man."

"Few more hours and we'll be in Amarillo and we can grab some breakfast."




Wrangler Butts Ch. 05



"Hmm, I think I want breakfast now," said Darrin as his hand gripped Mitch crotch.

"Oh now fuck. You can't be doing that shit on the highway."

"Oh really? 'Cause I seem to remember you doing exactly that to me," said Darrin.

With that Mitch felt his zipper being lowered at a provokingly slow speed. Trying to focus on the road he let out a small sigh when the cool air hit his dick and balls.

"Oh my," said Darrin, "We're going commando today? Nice, very nice!"

Mitch smiled, his focus on keeping the pickup on the road as his blood rushed to engorge his member. He could feel Darrin's fingers burrow into his thick bush and then begin to tug. His cock was pulsing with each tug as he felt his now throbbing dick strain against the confining fabric. Soon he felt the hot fingers wrap around and begin pulling his cock out of his open zipper, stroking it as it slowly inched toward the opening. Finally, almost bent into a U shape, Mitch's cock sprung free of the opening. Darrin gripped high on Mitch's cock and started rubbing his finger over his cock slit, spreading the abundant precum over the entire head. As the flow of clear fluid continued, Darrin gradually spread the natural lube further and further down the rock hard shaft. Gripping the base of Mitch's now slick cock, Darrin started running his hand up and down Mitch's shaft. The blue veins strained against the light colored skin, the large cum tube pulsing with each contraction of Mitch's ass. Mitch found it hard to focus as the sensations coming from his cock reached a fever pitch. As he tried to thrust up into Darrin's hand, Mitch lost focus on anything other than reaching orgasm.

"Careful there stud. We wouldn't want to speed and get a ticket now would we?" said Darrin with a smirk as he continued his leisurely jackoff of his boyfriend.

Mitch glanced at the road and speedometer, trying to maintain control, as he stayed right on the edge of a wonderful explosion. He feverishly sought the release that Darrin was so masterfully denying him. Mitch's breath was coming in ragged gasps when Darrin finally leaned down and touched his throbbing cock with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh god! Please! Suck it!" said Mitch between the gasps.

Then Mitch felt Darrin's hot mouth surround his cock and engulf it to the root. Moaning, he felt Darrin slowly slide back up his cock until only the tip was still encased in Darrin's hot mouth. The rough texture of Darrin's tongue started running over Mitch's cock, even as he felt Darrin's hand wrap around his throbbing dick and started stroking it. The dual stimulation just added to Mitch's lust as he tried not to buck uncontrollably. Mitch strained to focus on the highway, feeling his body respond as it always did to Darrin's skilled manipulation.

"Oh. Oh. Ohgod!" said Mitch.

Mitch felt the speed of Darrin's hand increase as his tongue burrowed into his cock. Finally unable to contain himself any longer he bucked wildly as he pumped hot cum into his lover's mouth. He could hear the sound of Darrin swallowing his thick juice as his balls continued to churn out man cream in amazing volume. Finally he slumped back against the seat, straightening the pickup and checking his speed as he drifted back from his tremendous orgasm. Eventually his breathing returned to a level that would allow him to talk.

"Oh shit! That was amazing. You are always so fucking good, but I think that might be a new record."

Darrin looked up at him as he continued to nurse out the last drops of cream from Mitch's deflating cock. Once he was fully soft, Mitch felt his cock slip from Darrin's hot mouth. Darin remained in Mitch's lap and caressed him as they drove down the highway. For several miles Mitch enjoyed this quiet intimacy. Glancing into his rearview mirror Mitch tensed,

"Oh fuck!" said Mitch with his eyes locked on the mirror.

"What?"

"Cop, coming up fast behind us," said Mitch, "Maybe he's just. . ."

Mitch stopped talking as the flashing lights came on, painting the cab in red and blue. Mitch realized that Darrin was still in his lap.

"Shit! Get up! Sit up!" yelled Mitch.

Mitch felt Darrin zip him closed and then tried to nonchalantly sit up. He pulled over to the side of the road and lowered the window, dreading what was coming. He looked back as the familiar uniform of the Texas Highway Patrol walked up the side of the pickup. Once he arrived at the window he nodded at Mitch.

"Howdy. You were going a bit fast back there. About 14 mph over the posted limit. I'll need to see your drivers license."

"Yes sir," said Mitch meekly as he passed the license out the window.

The cop looked over at Darrin and lifted an eyebrow. "Didn't see you until he stopped."

Darrin glanced over, "Yes sir, I was asleep. Mitch woke me," Darrin said and then tried to fake a yawn.

"Ah," he said, "Be right back gentlemen."

Mitch watched the cop go back to his car and get in. Sweating bullets he started going through all the things he could be arrested for. He didn't like cops, at all. Most of the bad things that had happened in his life had involved cops. Mitch looked over and was amazed to see Darrin reading a magazine he'd bought at one of the convenience stores they had gotten gas from.

"Why the hell are you so relaxed? He's going to throw us in jail! And don't think I don't remember who did this."

"Oh relax, worst thing he'll do is give you a ticket. I'll help you pay it, it was partly my fault."

Mitch started to reply when he saw the cop climb out of his car and walk toward them. Finishing the paperwork as he arrived at the window, he tore off a sheet and handed it to Mitch.

"Just a warning this time. Nothing outstanding on your record, son," said the cop, pausing to think he smiled a little and looked at Darrin,

"And son, you got a blob of . . . stuff, in your goatee."

With that he turned and walked back to his car. Mitch thought he'd heard a faint chuckle, but would never be certain. Both men were frozen, unable to move until long after the cop had disappeared down the highway. Finally they glanced at each other, and a small giggle erupted from Mitch's mouth. Darrin followed quickly and soon they were both laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my god! I can't believe we aren't handcuffed and on our way to jail," said Darrin.

"Yeah, you're right. Blob. Darrin the blob boy!" Mitch started laughing again and Darrin scowled at him. But quickly his frown turned into a smile, and then a laugh.

"Yeah, well at least I put your dick away. It wouldn't have been good if my hubby's dick had been out for fresh air."

Mitch slowly stopped laughing. Smiling to himself, he wondered if Darrin knew what he'd said. And Mitch questioned what he thought of the idea himself. He glanced over at Darrin and realized he had stopped laughing too, and knew Darrin was considering what had slipped out too.

The rest of the trip back was relaxed, but a little subdued. As they pulled into the driveway Darrin leaned over and kissed Mitch on the cheek.

"What was that for?" asked Mitch.

"Just for being you. It was a great trip," Darrin said and then chuckled. "Great bull elk." 

With that Darrin baled from the pickup and started running, knowing that Mitch would be looking to get even for that crack. The next 20 minutes were spent in uncomplicated roughhousing that both men enjoyed. They finally ended up on the lawn with Mitch sitting on Darrin and tickling him as the bigger man thrashed under him.

"Ok, ok, no more bull elk cracks!" said Darrin between gasps of air.

"Damn straight!" said Mitch.

Darrin chuckled. "Babe, there's ain't nothin' straight about us."

Mitch smiled and nodded, "And that's just the way I like it."



The next morning found Mitch back in their office. He'd returned the key and took the elk quarter to Koch, who seemed amazed, but surprisingly didn't have any comments. Mitch had expected him to hear about their incident from Peggy, but if she had told Koch, he didn't ask.

Having taken care of everything, Mitch was wrapping up some research entries at his desk when Darrin walked in. At first Mitch thought nothing about it, but then he realized that Darrin hadn't sat down. Looking up he saw that Darrin's face was drained of color and he seemed to be shaking.

"What's up babe?" asked Mitch.

"Someone just called me a 'Fucking faggot'"

"What! Where?"

"In the stairway, just now. It was crowded, I couldn't tell who said it," said Darrin.

Darrin sat down as Mitch watched him. Both seemed a little stunned since things seemed to have been going well. 

Mitch looked over at Darrin's trembling hand.

"First the thugs in Colorado and now this," said Mitch.

"Shit."



Wrangler Butts Ch. 06



Despite Darrin's concern, weeks went by with no repeat of the verbal attacks. In spite of the quiet, Mitch was more subdued than Darrin had ever seen him. He tried to get Mitch to talk about the incidents, but had been met with either evasion or stony silence. After several tries he decided to let it drop. Darrin was glad there hadn't been a repeat incident, but not knowing who was doing it was almost worse since he began distrusting almost everyone. Between the pressures of classes and teaching, as well as the continual looming threat of more personal attacks, both men were exhausted and on edge as the semester lumbered toward its conclusion.

The pressures were enough that they decided to spend the Thanksgiving break at home, catching up on work and trying to decompress. Adding to Darrin's stress level, he had noticed that Mitch was getting what seemed like a lot of phone calls that he took in private. Not that Darrin expected a breakdown of each phone call, but always before Mitch was pretty open about his phone conversations and didn't care if Darrin overheard him, but these calls were cloaked in silence. Darrin tried to put it out of his mind, hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was. In spite of everything, they did manage to unwind over the short Thanksgiving break and promised that Christmas would be more than turkey sandwiches and beer. As the long weekend drew to a rapid end, they readied themselves for the mad dash to the end of the semester.

The Monday after the break found Mitch and Darrin in their office, absorbed in the work in front of them. Both were oblivious to anything going on outside their door until they heard,

"Buttfuckers!"

Jumping up they ran to the door, but the hallway was empty. Mitch stalked up and down the hall, trying to find who had said it, but with no success. Darrin was still standing in their doorway when Mitch returned.

"Nothing. Fuckin' chicken shit!" said Mitch.

"I can't believe he disappeared so quick. It's gotta be another grad student that ducked into an office, but who!" said Darrin, grinding his teeth in frustration.

"Well, we'll just have to watch our backs. No telling what this fucker might try."

"Yeah, you're right," said Darrin. "Damnit!"

Mitch smiled, "Come on. Even the token gay grad students in the department need to finish their work."

Darrin gave him a thoughtful look, and then followed Mitch back into their office with a small sigh.



That evening Mitch watched Darrin while he was cooking. They tried to divide up the work, but Mitch was more than willing to admit Darrin was the better cook, and Mitch loved to watch him as he did it. There had been times when Mitch had bribed Darrin into swapping chores so he didn't have to eat his own cooking. He smiled a little as Darrin chopped some greens to slip into the stew he was making. Darrin thought he was sneaking it past Mitch, and Mitch certainly wasn't going to admit that he actually didn't mind the addition. 

As he watched, he drifted back to the incident today. Running through it over and over, he realized this was starting to wear on him. Darrin had tried to get him to talk about it a few times, but he really didn't know what to say about it. He'd always been very comfortable in his skin, and the people around him had responded positively. This blind hate was new, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. He'd heard enough just from Darrin to realize that other people's experiences weren't as positive and that he had been pretty lucky until these recent months. Thinking it through he knew what he needed to do. He hated to admit it, and even smiled a little when he admitted it to himself, but he needed to see his momma. 

The smile continued on his face as he walked over and leaned against the counter and watched Darrin. Mitch's smile broadened when Darrin looked up at him and waited for whatever was coming. 

"Go ahead, spit it out," said Darrin.

Mitch chuckled, "You know me too well. I was wondering what you had planned for Christmas break."

Darrin shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. It's not like I have anywhere to go. I thought I'd just stay here I guess. Why?"

"Let's go to my parent's place. I'd like to see them."

Mitch saw Darrin stiffen. He could almost see the disaster scenarios that were running through Darrin's head. He waited and eventually there was a small sigh.

"Sure. If that's what you want to do," said Darrin.

Mitch's face bloomed with a full-blown smile that covered his face. 

"Fuckin' fantastic!"

Darrin chuckled and turned back to his cooking, thinking he had hid his doubts from Mitch. But then he felt Mitch move behind him and press his crotch against Darrin's butt. As the layers of denim slid over each other, Mitch ran his hands under Darrin's shirt and let his fingers explore the wonderful textures of his man. Darrin's breath caught as he pressed back against Mitch. Cocking his head he managed to get out,

"If you don't stop, dinner will burn."

"You need to relax," said Mitch as he turned off the burners. He then slowly ground his crotch against Darrin while his fingers gently tweaked the hard nipples he found buried in soft hair. Darrin braced himself against the counter, pressing back, his body throbbing as the foreplay created a primal rhythm in him. Darrin felt Mitch's fingers slowly slide down his torso, stopping just inside the waist of his pants and softly caressing his bush. Darrin always marveled at how Mitch played him like a fiddle. This was no exception since in a short time Mitch already had him moaning and bucking like a cheap whore. Grabbing Darrin's package, Mitch turned him around so that their crotches were grinding against each other. Mitch popped opened the neck of Darrin shirt, pressed his lips against the base of his neck and started sucking and biting. The animal in Mitch didn't recede until after he had left what was going to be a huge hickey. Bucking his crotch against Darrin, Mitch caressed Darrin's face and kissed him softly.

"That's my college boy, getting all relaxed. Lets see if we can't get you even more relaxed."

With that Mitch slid to his knees, his boots scooting across the cheap linoleum floor as he moved so his face was at Darrin's crotch. Reaching up he opened the button on Darrin's jeans, then slid the heavy zipper down until the black jockstrap Darrin was wearing was framed with the faded denim. Mitch toyed with the thick sausage that inhabited Darrin's jock while his hands cupped Darrin's ass and kneaded it. Pulling up the side of the jockstrap, Mitch fished Darrin's rock hard cock out the side and without a word slid his mouth over the crown. 

Darrin's legs threatened to turn to jelly as Mitch took his cock deeper and deeper into his hot mouth. Bracing himself on the cabinet Darrin was awash in mounting passion. His head swam and he lost track of time as the delightful feelings of Mitch's oral magic brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Mitch began alternating his hot mouth with a wet hand job. Darrin felt the building pressure and tried to speak.

"Fuck. Damnit. Oh, oh god!"

"Squirt it baby, coat my face with your spunk!" said Mitch as he furiously jacked on Darrin's cock. As he dragged the dark red, throbbing head across his stubble covered face Darrin lost it. His body convulsed and twisted as he shot one of the biggest loads ever over Mitch's mouth and cheeks. As the torrent slowed to a trickle, Mitch sucked the head into his lips and drank in the last of Darrin's cream. Finally releasing his cock with an oddly appropriate sound of satisfaction, Mitch looked up at Darrin.

"Better now, cowboy?" asked Mitch.

Darrin reached down and grabbed Mitch under the arms, pulling him into a hard kiss and then Darrin suddenly pushed him backwards. Mitch stumbled and moved back with Darrin rapidly followed in spite of his half dressed condition. Another push and Mitch found himself leaning backward across the kitchen table, braced against his arms. Mitch looked up and met Darrin's eyes, seeing an expression of pure desire on Darrin's face.

"No. There's a couple more things before we're done, stud," said Darrin.

Darrin almost ripped open Mitch's jeans, fishing his hard cock out the fly of his briefs. He dribbled spit down its rigid length, wrapping his hand around Mitch's cock and then jacking it. Mitch moaned and opened his legs as wide as possible, enjoying the hand job from his lover. Darrin leaned forward, kissing Mitch hard, his hand never faltering. Soon Mitch was bucking into his hand, his ass lifting off the table as he drove toward a massive ejaculation. Darrin felt Mitch's body tense and his breath hiss through his teeth. Darrin smiled to himself and slipped his finger into this mouth and coated it with saliva. Timing it when Mitch's ass was arched off the table, Darrin slid his hand through the leg of his briefs and slipped his wet finger into Mitch's clenched butt.

"OHFUCK!" screamed Mitch.

The invasion of Darrin's finger into his ass sent Mitch over the edge. Every muscle shook, as his entire body became part of the orgasm. When Mitch's body started convulsing, Darrin kneeled in front of him and rubbed Mitch's pulsing cock against his face. With the first swipe of his dick over Darrin's face, Mitch shot his load. Pulse after pulse of prime man cream coated Darrin's face. His tongue started lapping up what he could reach of Mitch's cum. Mitch loosed several more volleys of semen before collapsing on the table as his orgasm released him. Darrin stood up and moved on top of him. He chuckled at the look of bliss on Mitch's cum coated face. He kissed his lover softly and then licked a large glob of jizz from Mitch's cheek.

"Now. I'm all better," said Darrin with a chuckle, "but I think we need to clean up."

Mitch reached up and ran his finger across Darrin's cheek, coating his finger with cum. He looked deep into Darrin's eyes as he slipped his slime coated finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. 

Fixing Darrin with an innocent look he said, "Why's that, babe? I like cream."

Darrin began laughing, collapsing against Mitch as happiness infused him.



The trip to east Texas wasn't that far, but it felt like they had moved into another world. They had planned the trip to start as soon as they could wrap everything up, but it was now only a day or two before Christmas. The drive itself was a different experience for Darrin, who hadn't been in the eastern part of the state before. He was amazed at the dense forest they were driving through, that seemingly extended to the edge of the blacktop. Darrin had lost the argument for once and they were in Mitch's larger pickup, which made it seem even closer. Darrin knew they were not far from Mitch's parent's house and the tension was building for him. Finally he turned to Mitch,

"So, tell me about your parents."

Mitch glanced over and saw the tension in Darrin's face. He knew that Darrin was nervous about meeting his parents, but then some of his parents antics over the years played through his head and Mitch laughed, "You haven't got enough time. They are pieces of work, especially my mother. Great people, but kinda weird."

Darrin fidgeted a little and then asked, "What'd you mean 'weird'?"

Mitch snorted, "Not bad weird. Unique. And really liberal!"

Darrin started laughing too. "How in the world did a liberal couple survive in the hills of east Texas?"

"Oh, they are easy people to like, and very persistent. They tend to wear down people who disagree with them."

Darrin started to ask more questions, but realized that he wasn't going to feel any better regardless of Mitch's answers. So he settled in to soak up the unique scenery they were driving through. Entering his own world with the dense forest of pines sliding endlessly past his window, Darrin lost track of time and was surprised when Mitch turned onto a two-wheeled track that led to an unusual house. As they stopped in front of it Darrin found himself staring in amazement. It looked like a decades old, continual experiment in alternative building, and was largely indescribable. He sat there for several long moments, trying to decide what to say.

"Yeah, it's a hell of a house. Wait until you get inside," said Mitch.

Darrin climbed out of the pickup, taking the small jump to get to the ground. He walked around and retrieved his bag. When he turned back toward the house, standing on the porch was a small, white-haired woman who was drying her hands. Mitch ran up and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Once they separated, Darrin could see the warm smile on her face. He walked up while the two of them exchanged a few words. When he got within reach, Mitch snagged his arm and pulled him closer.

"Mom this is Darrin, the one I've been telling you about."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. McRichards," said Darrin.

"Oh please, just call me Patsy. Everyone does!" And then she grabbed Darrin and hugged him tight. "It's so glad to meet you. Mitch talks about you all the time."

Darrin smiled at Mitch over her head and replied, "Well, hopefully it wasn't all bad. You know how Mitch can stretch the truth."

Darrin looked down as Patsy tilted her head up and looked at him. He tensed as he saw a tear slowly making its way down her cheek, then she hugged him tight again and said, "Honey, he said he was in love with you, and that's about the best news his Dad and I'd heard in a long time." She paused and then squeezed him tight again, as she relaxed she said, "Now, come on in the house. I made some cookies for ya'll."

Without letting go of Darrin, Patsy walked toward the door, snagging Mitch as she passed so she had one of them in each arm. As they passed through the front door, Darrin could see what Mitch was talking about. The house was unconventional, and it did look like a series of experiments. But despite its looks, it was very warm and welcoming. As he settled into the chair that Patsy pushed him toward, he looked around the room and took in the atmosphere that made this house a home. Despite all his apprehension before they had arrived, Darrin felt oddly at peace in their home and found himself relaxing. He smiled as Patsy came back into the room and took a few of the cookies she offered. He sat quietly and listened as Mitch and his mother caught up on all the events of the area. As their conversation wound down, she looked over at Darrin and smiled.

"I'm sure that you boys are tired. Mitch, take Darrin up to your room and ya'll can clean up for supper." And with that announcement she walked back into the kitchen. Mitch smiled at him as they walked back out to the truck.

"She is a little over the top, but she likes you," said Mitch.

Darrin smiled over at him, "That's good! I know she makes fantastic cookies," said Darrin as he ate the last crumbs of the cookies he'd taken. 

Loaded with their stuff for a week, Darrin followed Mitch up the stairs and into a small bedroom toward the back of the house. Obviously it had been left unchanged when Mitch went to college. The room was filled with trophies and ribbons from livestock shows, 4-H activities and Darrin thought he spotted Mitch's FFA jacket hanging in the closet. It looked like the room of an 18 year old boy, but he loved it since it gave him some insight to the Mitch he knew. 

Mitch watched as Darrin looked around the room. Walking into his room always felt a little like being dropped into a time capsule. His high school days, and before, were carefully preserved on the selves. He'd told his mother not to keep the room for him, but she'd said she didn't have any use for it right now, and that it reminder her of her baby. The conversation always ended with a scowl on his face and her walking off laughing. But there had been a few times when just being able to sit in this room and remember good times had kept him from doing something stupid. But the times when he had the urge to do something foolish came less frequently these days, thanks in part to Darrin. Right now though, with Darrin looking so closely at everything, he was a little embarrassed. Finally Darrin turned to him and smiled,

"Cool room. I can't believe how many trophies you have. It looks like you won everything you did!"

Mitch laughed softly, "No, not everything. But I did alright."

Mitch watched as Darrin put down his bag, wrapped his arms around Mitch and pulling him against his chest. Darrin tilted his face down and kissed Mitch softly on the forehead. 

"This is great. I never was able to do the shows. My dad wouldn't let me. I love your room. It's like I am getting to know the younger Mitch."

Mitch felt Darrin lift his chin with a finger and then pressed their lips gently together. They separated and then pressed hard against each other as the emotions of the moment flowed over them. Darrin's hands slid down Mitch's back and cupped his butt as they melded into each other. Mitch untucked Darrin's shirt and ran his hands over the hairy, muscular chest of the man in front of him. Mitch slid his hand into the waist of Darrin's jeans --

"Come on down boys. I have supper ready!"

Both men jerked away from the other as Patsy's voice splashed on them like ice water. They chuckled nervously as they straightened their clothes, washed up and headed back downstairs. After enjoying a delicious meal with Mitch's mother, Mitch found himself giving Darrin a tour of the McRichard's small farm. Mitch pointed out numerous places and recalled their history. Eventually they walked into a densely wooded area. As they hiked through the quiet setting Mitch turned to Darrin with a huge grin on his face.

"Wanna see my hideout?" said Mitch.

Darrin looked carefully around and then nodded, "Sure babe, where is it?"

Mitch grinned and point above them. Darrin looked up and saw the underside of pieces of lumber that were barely visible in the branches of the huge live oak. Mitch ran behind the tree and quickly popped out on one of the massive lower branches. 

"Come on up, there's an old set of steps on this side." Mitch watched as Darrin walked around the tree and slowly climbed beside him. As Darrin got closer, he scampered up the branch and disappeared into a small doorway in the side of the hideout.

Darrin looked up and gulped. He didn't really like heights, and he wasn't sure that Mitch's childhood hideout could take the weight of two adult men. Gritting his teeth he slowly moved up the branch, gripping any supporting branches he could find. When he finally reached the doorway, he pulled himself through and lay panting on the floor. Once he had recovered from the climb, he pushed himself to his elbows and looked at the interior of the tree house. Darrin smiled in appreciation of the work and ingenuity that went into this little hideout.

"This must have been a cool hideout when you were a kid."

"Yeah, it's also where I had my first smoke, my first beer, and -- " Mitch looked meaningfully at Darrin, "my first sex."

"Oh. . . "

Darrin watched as Mitch crept toward him. He was still trying to process what Mitch had just said. He wasn't sure what he thought about it, and it rekindled Darrin's concerns about the secretive phone calls. As Mitch touched him, he withdrew. Mitch stopped, and rocked back on his heels.

"What's wrong babe? I thought you'd think this was cool," said Mitch.

"I don't know what I feel right now. You bring me to a place you had sex with other guys, and then try to start something with me. Give me a minute, I have a few mixed feelings here."

"Babe, they haven't been in my life in a long time. I just wanted to show you my secret place," Mitch paused, "And give it our memories."

Darrin nodded as Mitch talked, his stomach settling down as the importance of Mitch's statement sunk in. Darrin watched as Mitch leaned in again, this time letting Mitch kiss him gently. Darrin reveled in the wonderful warm feeling that was so typically the result of Mitch's kisses. Darrin watched as Mitch unbuttoned his shirt, a small sigh escaping his lips as Mitch's work roughened hands caressed his bare chest. Leaning in, his warm lips touched Darrin's hardening nipple, followed quickly by a warm, wet tongue. Mitch gently worked first one nipple and then the other until Darrin was gasping and his cock was aching in his tight jeans. Mitch's fingers traced the bulge in Darrin's pants, running over its hard length as Mitch watched Darrin slowly relaxed and smile at Mitch.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 06



"You know, this isn't fair. I don't think so good with you're touching me," said Darrin.

Mitch smiled and leaned against Darrin, caressing down Darrin's torso and then cupping his ass.

"To be honest, I wasn't trying to be fair," said Mitch.

Mitch kissed his way down Darrin's torso, gently licking his nipples and then kissing down his stomach while Darrin twitched at the sensation. When Mitch arrived at Darrin's jeans he blew his hot breath over his crotch. Opening his mouth, he bared his teeth and gently gnawed on the sausage in Darrin's pants. Darrin gasped at the first bite and then began running his hands over his own chest as Mitch's efforts sent wonderful sensations through his body. 

"Oh god Mitch. That feels amazing."

Mitch looked up and moved his mouth away from the mound of hard, denim-covered flesh. He ran his hands over Darrin's crotch before reaching up to open his jeans. The soft pop of metal through denim, followed by the quiet shush of a zipper opening was music to Mitch's ears. Sliding his hands up to the taut waistband of Darrin's jockstrap he pulled it below Darrin's nuts and then wrapped his fist around Darrin's leaking dick. Mitch stroked Darrin's hard member slowly while he watched him rub his nipples. Mitch gripped tighter, getting even more turned on by the deep purple color that Darrin's cockhead was turning. Squeezing his hand up the turgid length of Darrin's cock, Mitch watched a blob of clear honey accumulate and then he leaned in and sucked it into his mouth. 

"Oh fuck. That feels amazing. Damn you have me horny!"

Mitch raised his head, allowing saliva to stream over Darrin's cock. Gripping his hand tightly around it, Mitch started stroking his man's cock intently. Darrin twisted his nipples harder, loving the sensations enveloping his body. His hips thrusting into Mitch's hand, Darrin soon felt that familiar sensation as his balls began pumping cream out. His muscles tensed as he began shooting. After two or three huge streams the remainder of his cum oozed out like white lava. 

As Darrin recovered from his orgasm induced high he moved closer to Mitch, gently touching his rough face. Moving slightly he leaned against the wall and then pulled Mitch tight against him. Not caring that his cum coated chest was pressed against Mitch's back, he struggled to open Mitch's jeans. Once released, Mitch's hard cock sprung out, slinging a trail of precum across them. While Darrin held Mitch tight against him with one hand, his other hand slipping through Mitch's dense bush. Moving through the curly pubic hair under his fingers, Darrin found the object of his search. He wrapped his fingers around Mitch's cock and stroked it slowly. Darrin buried his face against Mitch, immersing himself in the scent and texture of his boyfriend. He inhaled deeply as his hand ran under Mitch's shirt. Mitch relaxed against him, letting Darrin pleasure him as his eyes closed to savor the feelings coming over him. Even at Darrin's slow leisurely pace, Mitch was soon grinding his back against him, moaning for release. Soon Darrin hit Mitch's sweet spot one too many times and he began to unload. His first jet fountained straight up and then fell to the floor with a splat. His head rolled back against Darrin as the next shots ribboned across the floor between his legs. Mitch relaxed as the last of the white jizz oozed out of his still throbbing cock.

"Oh hell ya! That was fuckin' amazing," said Mitch with a sigh.

"Yup, it was. But now we are kinda a mess."

Mitch smiled and pulled over a small metal box like you buy at an army surplus store. Snapping it open he pulled out a roll of paper towels and yanked off a few of them. After wiping the cum off himself, he turned to Darrin and went to work. It quickly devolved into a tickling game as Darrin tried to keep a very persistent Mitch away from his stomach and sides. In spite of that, the two soon found their way out of the tree house and on their way back to the house. Walking in Darrin noticed a new person in the kitchen, but they quietly retreated to Mitch's bedroom and cleaned up before coming back down. Mitch's mother cocked her head at them for a minute and then shook her head. Seeing his wife's expression, Mitch's dad spun around on his stool, stood up and held out his hand to Darrin.

"Mike McRichards, nice to meet ya," he said.

Darrin shook the offered hand and was a little relieved that it was just a normal firm handshake. No posturing. No domination game. Mike took a couple of beers from the fridge and handed them to the guys. They moved into the living room as Mitch's mother started getting out desserts for them. The sweets and beer relaxed everyone and they enjoyed a quiet, calm evening talking with each other. Darrin discovered Mitch's parents were good-natured, genuine people who didn't seem to have any problem with Mitch's sexuality. Mitch had obviously told them about the verbal slurs in the department, as well as the incident in Colorado. Not that they had solutions, but they were sympathetic and concerned about Mitch and Darrin's safety. They did hint that they would like grandchildren, and that it was up to Mitch to provide them, to which he assured them that they were trying whenever possible, causing roaring laughter from Mitch's father and Darrin to turn a bright red. Darrin did get a few questions about his background and family, but nothing too intrusive. As the evening chill started to seep into the room, Patsy excused herself to go to bed. Mike spent a few more minutes with the couple. He eventually yawned and then stretched.

"I guess it's time for me to head upstairs too. It was nice getting to get know you, Darrin."

Darrin nodded, "Yeah, it was fun. I enjoyed the evening too."

Turning to his son Mike smiled, "Son, you picked a good one. It's about time too." He walked a few steps and then paused. Giving us that ornery look that Darrin knew far too well from Mitch he said "Remember, your bed squeaks, loud."

Mitch turned cherry red. His face was so hot that Darrin thought his ears might combust. As his dad walked off with a hearty laugh, Darrin turned to get an explanation from Mitch.

"I had a sleep-over when I was 16, and the next day Dad said it was a wonder that the bed didn't break from all the activity," Mitch said sheepishly.

Darrin chuckled, but also wondered about his man who seemed to have had so many partners in his life. Darrin couldn't imagine that he stood up very well in comparison. But there was no need to worry about squeaky beds that night. Both of them were tired and fell asleep almost as soon as their heads touched the pillows.



Dawn found Darrin waking up slowly in a bed with only himself in it. He looked around and saw that Mitch's boots and clothes were missing and wondered where he had gone. Stretching once, he got up and slipped on his jeans and shirt from last night. Quietly walking down the stairs he slipped into the kitchen, only to find Mitch's mother cleaning up from breakfast.

"Mornin'," said Darrin.

"Mornin' Darrin. You hungry?"

"Yes Ma'am. I am, and whatever you cooked smells great."

"Just eggs and biscuits. Nothing fancy around here."

Darrin ducked into the bathroom and washed up. By the time he got back in the kitchen a plate piled with biscuits and fried eggs were waiting on him. While the food might not be considered 'fancy', it was delicious. The biscuits were several inches thick and fluffy as a cloud, and the eggs were deep orange-yoked beauties that tasted amazing. Darrin quickly cleaned his plate and then carried the dishes to the sink to wash and put them on the drying rack. Patsy was bustling around the room and looked up as he finished.

"Mitch and Mike are out in the woodlot. It's around the far shed."

Darrin nodded, grabbed a light jacket and headed out the door. He quickly realized it wouldn't take much to find them when the roar of a chainsaw split the early morning quiet. Following the sound he found them cutting firewood and jumped in to help. In spite of the slight chill in the morning he and Mitch were soon stripped to their t-shirt, which were rapidly becoming soaked with sweat. The three of them reached a rhythm and time passed so quickly that Darrin was surprised when Mike stopped them for lunch. 

Darrin enjoyed the open, happy relationship Mitch had with his parents, and couldn't help but be a little jealous that he would never have the same thing with his own parents. He was fairly quiet through the meal as he mulled over these thoughts, to the point that he saw Mitch glancing at him occasionally. As they washed the last of the dishes together Mitch finally spoke up,

"What are you thinkin'? 'Cause you have been way too quiet through lunch. I know you, I know you are obsessing over something."

"Nah, it's ok."

"Don't. Don't lie to me Darrin. I've lived with you long enough to know when you are lyin'."

Darrin let out a long sigh, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I was thinking about how well you and your parents get along. And . . . well and wishing I could have that with my parents. But that's never going to happen."

Mitch rubbed Darrin's back and then leaned in for a kiss. "I'm lucky, babe. I probably don't realize how lucky I am. I'm sorry if we made you feel bad."

Darrin nodded, "It's not your fault, and I know I'm just being stupid. But it just made me think. I didn't mean to put a damper on your time with you parents."

Mitch wrapped his hand around Darrin's neck and pulled them together until their foreheads touched. Darrin found himself lost in the deep brown eyes of his lover and took a long shuddering sigh.

"Come on. I think its time to get out of the house. We can go horseback riding for a few hours."

Darrin nodded and smiled, "Yeah, I think the last time we went horseback riding you had me behind you on the way home."

Mitch laughed and said, "Well someone is going to be riding behind this time too, because Mom and Dad only have one horse right now."

They walked out toward the pens with the bridle that Mitch had pulled from somewhere. Darrin walked behind Mitch for most of the walk, watching his tight ass in the well fitting Wranglers and feeling his own jeans get a little tighter from the sight. His obsession had him so distracted that he almost bumped into the large horse that Mitch was stroking. Darrin had never seen one like him. He certainly wasn't a Quarter horse, but he wasn't a draft horse either. He looked like the tight end on a football team, muscular but quick.

"What is he?"

"Feather is a Friesian. They used 'em to pull artillery around."

"And you have a saddle that'll fit this big mother fucker?" asked Darrin.

Mitch punched his arm and waved him to lower his voice. "Watch your mouth! If my mom hears you cuss she'll have your ass." Mitch looked around and smiled a little, "and to answer your question, no. We don't have a saddle for him. We'll ride him bareback," Mitch chuckled, "I told you I liked bareback best."

Darrin watched Mitch as he carefully put the bridle on the large horse. Mitch moved calmly and comfortably around the animal and Darrin realized it was largely the same way he dealt with people, calm and collected. As Mitch was tightening the final buckle a question occurred to Darrin.

"Hey Mitch, why in the world do you call this big ole boy Feather?"

Mitch smiled and then reached down to catch the long hair around the horses hoof. "These are feathers, babe. That's why we call him that."

Darrin reddened a little at something he felt he should have known. But before he could begin to wallow in it, he felt Mitch's hand tighten on his shoulder.

"College, it's a stupid name. But Mom picked it out, so Dad and I weren't about to say anything. But don't start thinking you should know everything again." 

And with that Mitch vaulted onto the horse and scooted forward until he was almost sitting on mane. Extending his hand he helped Darrin up behind him, although Darrin struggled to get his seat. Finally they were settled and Mitch walked the horse a short distance, and then took him into a canter. The gait jarred Darrin so badly that he almost fell off, but saved himself by grabbing Mitch around the waist and holding on for dear life. Darrin thought he saw a slight smirk on Mitch's face, but couldn't be sure. But after a few minutes Darrin settled into the ride and relaxed enough to enjoy the scenery. Mitch's parents had a fairly small farm, but it sat next to federal forestland, which is where they went. As they rode through the pines Darrin relaxed against Mitch and felt very content. Eventually they came to a small, secluded clearing next to a stream.

"This looks like a good place to stop for lunch," said Mitch.

"That sounds fine, but unless you can eat pine straw there isn't much to eat around here," said Darrin.

Mitch threw his leg over the horse's neck and then jumped to the ground. Reaching inside his jacket he started pulling food from the inside pockets. He soon had several sandwiches and a couple of small bottle of juice arranged on the ground.

"Would this do?" he asked as he looked up at Darrin with a smile.

"I have no idea how you hid all that food inside that jacket, you little asshole. But yes, that looks great."

Darrin slid off the horse to the ground beside Mitch, but with little of Mitch's grace. Recovering from his awkward dismount, Darrin grabbed one of the sandwiches and walked over to the stream. Kneeling down he cupped his hand to drink. 

"I wouldn't. . . " said Mitch.

Darrin looked back at him, "Why not, it's crystal clear."

"Babe, sometimes the water here has giardia in it. So unless you want to spend the rest of Christmas holiday in the shitter, I'd stick to the bottles I brought."

Darrin let the water dribble between his fingers and then wiped them self-consciously on his jeans. But his first bite of sandwich reminded him how hungry he was and he enjoyed the rest of the meal with gusto. After the leisurely lunch they decided it was time to start back.

"Babe, I'll ride behind you this time. Here, I'll help you get up on Feather," said Mitch. Interlocking his fingers Mitch created a step for Darrin, who wasn't very pleased with the connotation. But when he again got close to the horse he was reminded of its size and sighed in resignation. He knew that while he could eventually get mounted, it would take some time and a convenient stump to stand on wouldn't hurt either. Carefully placing his foot in the step created by Mitch's hands, he was soon on the horse. Mitch did take his hand when he offered it, but since he put almost no weight on it Darrin thought it was probably more to help him save face than any need on Mitch's part.

They enjoyed the quiet ride together as they chatted about their visit with Mitch's parents. The slow rocking of the horse had them relaxed and enjoying the ride. Darrin had been trying to retrace their earlier path, but when they entered a small open valley that he'd never seen before he admitted defeat.

"Mitch."

"Yeah."

"I have no idea where we are."

Darrin heard a chuckle from behind him, "Don't sweat it. I think I know where we are." Mitch turned slowly to get his bearings, nodding to himself, "Yeah, I know where we're at so you can relax, babe."

Mitch leaned forward, throwing his arms over Darrin's shoulders. Clamping his legs tight against the horse he raised himself up and kissed the back of Darrin's neck, enjoying the masculine scent that still lingered from this morning's work.

"I love being on a horse. It just feels right somehow," said Mitch.

"I might feel that way if I wasn't constantly thinking I was going to fall off," said Darrin with a chuckle.

"You know, the Mongols lived on their horses. They even had sex horseback."

"Yeah sure," said Darrin, "That would be something to see."

"Oh? Maybe we should try it out."

Darrin felt Mitch's rough hand in the middle of his back, pressing him forward. Not sure what was going on he moved down until his chest was resting on the horse. Darrin then heard a somewhat familiar click and then gasped as he felt the chill of cold metal against his skin, followed immediately by the kiss of cool air over his ass.

"Don't move, I'd hate to cut you," said Mitch.

"What the fuck are you doing?" yelled Darrin.

"Sex on horseback, babe. Sex on horseback."

Darrin started to argue when he felt this cheeks being pried apart and a wad of hot spit hit his exposed hole. As Mitch's finger began spreading the wet coating over his pucker, Darrin moaned and lost whatever argument he was going to make. When Mitch's thick finger slid into him, the familiar sensation caused Darrin's head to swim. Unable to do more than gasp, Darrin held onto the horse as Mitch added more spit and another finger. Darrin could tell from the noises escaping from Mitch that sex was going to be quick and hard, exactly what he wanted. Mitch's fingers slid out and he spat another wad onto Darrin's hole. Quickly he pushed it inside of Darrin with three stiff fingers. Darrin gasped at the extra girth and then relaxed his hole, opening it to Mitch.

Darrin felt the horse move and part of this mind realized they were screwing in the middle of a clearing, on a horse, in a national forest. But the louder side said 'fuck it!' and was ready to be taken. Feather moved slightly as Mitch moved into position, letting his fingers slip out of Darrin. Mitch ran his leaking cock up and down Darrin's crack, coating it with precum. Darrin could feel the slickness building, as was his lust. Mitch pressed harder with each pass, his swollen head dipping in and out of Darrin's pucker.

Moans escaped from Darrin at Mitch's rougher treatment. He had never admitted it to Mitch, but he liked it rough sometimes and had even thought a little bondage play would be fun. But he had never reached the point where he was comfortable showing his inner freak to Mitch. Darrin's focus was snapped back to the present as Mitch's cock rammed forward, the final push shoving it inside Darrin's gut. Expecting Mitch to stop and give him a chance to recover, he was surprised when Mitch continued to press deeper inside him. The pain radiated from his butt as Mitch's dick burrowed steadily into his gut. Darrin's breath hissed between his teeth in pain and relief as he felt Mitch's pubic hair grind against his ass. Once he was buried inside Darrin, Mitch laid his chest across Darrin's back and made small motions with his pelvis as he gave Darrin time to relax. Darrin enjoyed the feeling of fullness as the wonderful sensations of sex radiated from his butt. 

Unconsciously Darrin started pushing back against Mitch as his desire overcame the lingering pain. Mitch smiled as he recognized his partner's receptivity and slowly pulled back, until only the head was still embedded and then he plunged forward, burying himself deep inside. Darrin gasped again as his breath rushed out through his teeth when Mitch raked across his prostate. The sensations of making love in the open and on horseback were so overwhelming that Darrin forgot to be afraid of discovery. As Mitch pumped into him, Darrin buried his face against the horse's neck, breathless with pleasure as his body responded. Largely helpless against the onslaught that Mitch was accomplishing, Darrin was swimming in delirious lust.

"Oh fuck. Drill me Mitch. Fuck!"

"You like that, babe? You like being screwed on a horse?" asked Mitch.

"Oh god yes. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

With that Mitch moved so he could pound Darrin harder. Unable to get the same kind of position on a horse his lovemaking was more erratic, which served to put them both on an incredible sexual edge. Mitch grabbed Darrin's crotch, groping it roughly as he thrust into his ass again and again through the now ragged hole in his jeans. The tantalizing feelings built and ebbed until the pressure was almost unbearable. Mitch's balls sucked tight against his shaft and Darrin could feel the wet sensation in his jeans as his leaking cock soaked through the jock and drenched his pants. Mitch hit his sweet spot over and over, Darrin almost coming each time. As Mitch slithered over his prostate in a particularly delicious thrust, Darrin grunted and erupted into his jeans.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 06



"Oh! Oh! Shit!" gasped out Darrin as his body convulsed and his ass clamped down on Mitch hard pole.

Mitch pushed through Darrin's seizing ass, his cock throbbing with the added friction. Grabbing the waist of Darrin's jeans, he buried himself as deep as possible, his balls empting their load into Darrin's hot ass.

"Fuck! Goddamn! Take it babe! Take my load!" said Mitch.

Mitch's body trembled as his accumulated lust poured out of his cock. Eventually both men came down from their orgasm-induced high, and realized they were in a very public place. Arranging themselves so they could ride again, they quickly left. Once they were a few miles away they both relaxed and then Darrin started to chuckle.

"Well, we can check one more location off our list of places we haven't had sex."

Mitch laughed and hugged Darrin from behind, "Yup, we have. Us and the Mongols." Mitch laughed again and then laid his head against Darrin's back. Resting for a few minutes there, he raised his head and looked around. He flashed a smile at Darrin and said, 

"Let's head back. I'll help you get us there."

Following Mitch's directions, they were back in a short time. After taking care of the horse, they had to find Darrin something to cover up with so they could get to the bedroom. Finally grabbing a thin saddle blanket, Darrin held it in front of himself as they went to the bedroom. Mitch followed close behind, finding it hard not to laugh as he thought about Darrin's jeans with a hole cut in the ass and cum soaked front. 

Once they were safely in the bedroom, Darrin breathed a sigh of relief as he stripped and jumped in the shower. Mitch sat on the bed and talked with him while he cleaned up. When he walked out toweling his head Mitch had to smile to himself as he thought that the Darrin he first made love to last summer would never have walked out of the bathroom without covering up first. Mitch enjoyed the sight of his masculine man walking around with his junk bouncing, but decided to keep his comments to himself.

"Well I guess after dinner I'll run to town and pickup a few last things," said Mitch.

"Why? Did we forget something?" said Darrin.

"No. I just need to pickup a few last Christmas presents."

Darrin's hands froze, his body froze as the realization came to him.

"Tomorrow's Christmas eve. . ."

"Yes, babe," said Mitch with laughter in his voice.

"Oh. Shit."

Mitch started laughing. "I guess I don't need to ask if you want to go with me." 

Darrin's head was spinning. He had completed forgotten what day it was, and he had done no shopping. He wanted to get Mitch's parents something, but didn't have much money, and didn't know what they would like either. Grimacing a little he came upon a solution,

"Uhmm, Mitch."

"Yes?"

"Do you suppose-" Darrin paused.

"Yes, babe?"

"Would you mind letting me go in with you on your parents gift? I know I shouldn't ask, but I don't know what they would like." Darrin left off the money issue, he didn't want Mitch to think that he was cheap.

Mitch looked at Darrin and smile, "Actually that would be great. Mom and Dad's gift was stretching my finances a little thin. Thanks babe."

Darrin nodded, a little embarrassed that Mitch had made his screw up seem like a favor. But they finished changing and straightened the room just in time for supper. Darrin liked Mitch's parents more and more as he got to know them better and tonight's meal was just a continuation of the comfortable conversations they had already been enjoying. After he and Mitch had helped clean up they quickly headed to the nearest town to find the final touches that Mitch needed, and Darrin something for Mitch. 

Darrin was racking his brain for what to get and not coming up with anything that was -- enough. How do you buy a gift, when you are basically flat broke, for the most important person who you've ever had in your life. Darrin's rational side knew that Mitch would love whatever Darrin got him. But Darrin irrational side was, as usual, very, very loud and said if he screwed this up, he would lose Mitch.

Darrin thought he'd gotten a reprieve from his incompetence when Mitch was practically drooling over a hand-braided rawhide basal, but when Darrin saw the price his heart sank. It was more than triple what he made in a month. After that, the evening got longer and longer as Darrin saw everything slipping away from him. He'd all but given up hope when they wandered through a farm supply store. As he walked through the odd collection of items needed on a farm or ranch, an alternative came to him. 

"Mitch, I need to grab a few things. I'll meet you in the truck," said Darrin.

Mitch looked over at Darrin's empty hands and wondered what was up, "Ok babe, I'll wait for you there."

Darrin smiled and nodded, almost running in his eagerness. Mitch paid for the few things he had picked up and walked to the pickup. After a few minutes he saw Darrin as he almost skipped across the parking lot. Chuckling to himself Mitch was curious what Darrin could have found to make him so happy. Darrin ripped open the truck door and practically launched himself into the seat, hiding the stuffed bag in his hand.

"Whatcha got, babe?" asked Mitch.

"Oh, nothin' much. Just a few odds and ends," said Darrin with a smile.

With a few more stops they wrapped up Mitch's shopping and headed back to the house. Once back in their room Darrin carefully zipped his purchases into his bag. Darrin was happily enjoying his time with Mitch as they got ready for bed, when Mitch's phone rang. Glancing at the number Mitch muttered something and went downstairs to talk. Darrin could hear a few muffled phrases and what sounded like 'no, he doesn't suspect a thing'. By the time Mitch walked back into the bedroom, Darrin was certain that Mitch was arranging a rendezvous with a former lover. His body was tense as he waited for Mitch to explain. When Mitch seemed oblivious to the call, Darrin sighed. 

Mitch looked up, seeing the tension in Darrin's body. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing. I'm fine," said Darrin, "Who called?"

Mitch dismissed the question with a wave of his hand, "Just an old friend. Heard I was in town and wanted to touch base."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, no biggie."

Mitch stripped down to his briefs and crawled into bed beside Darrin. Wrapping his arms around Darrin he was soon asleep. Darrin watched him and stewed over the phone call, finally collapsed in the dim hours the night.

In spite of the lack of sleep, Darrin woke in the hazy pre-dawn. He quietly crawled out of bed, grabbed his bag and went downstairs. He had decided that regardless of what Mitch was doing, he needed to finish the plan he had hatched yesterday. As he expected, Patsy was already up and making breakfast. He explained what he needed and asked if there was somewhere he could work today. She chuckled at the strange combination of things he needed, but told Darrin that he could use Mike's workshop in the barn.

Mitch woke slowly to a fully lit room and no Darrin. Dressing he went downstairs and found his mother cleaning up from breakfast.

"Mom, have you seen Darrin," asked Mitch.

"Oh yeah. He's in your Daddy's shop."

"The shop? What's he doin' in Dad's shop?"

"I don't know, and you don't need to know either. Just let him be."

Mitch started to argue but then saw the expression on his mother's face and stopped. Nodding he sat down and ate the late breakfast that his mother sat in front of him.

Mitch spent the day doing odds and end of things that his parents hadn't had time to do for themselves. Occasionally he would hear strange noises coming from the shop, once it sounded like something was thrown against its metal wall. Another time he distinctly heard a string of profanities that made him chuckle, and also made him glad his mother was out of earshot. He was very curious by the time they sat down at the supper table, and he had noticed a new present under the tree for him.

As Mitch's mother did the last of the dishes, the three men were relaxing in the living room. Soon Patsy came in through the door, drying her hands.

"Well, who is passing out the gifts? Because I'm ready to open presents!" said Patsy.

Mitch smiled and started distributing presents to everyone. Darrin could tell this was a well-practiced ritual, one that Mitch thoroughly enjoyed. Soon everyone had their piles of gifts, including Darrin.

Darrin looked down at the small mound of gifts around his feet and fought to keep his emotions in check. This was the first Christmas in several years that he wasn't by himself. The emotions kept rolling over him and he wiped furiously at his face as the tears started. Damn it! Darrin thought, I'm not going to cry and embarrass Mitch. Just as he was about to leave the room, he felt the familiar weight of Mitch's arm on his shoulders.

"It's ok, babe. It's ok," Mitch pulled Darrin against him and held him tight.

Surprisingly Mitch's touch didn't start a waterworks that Darrin had feared. Instead he seemed to draw from Mitch and found a new strength in himself. He let Mitch hold him for a few minutes longer and then pulled back. At his movement, Mitch released his tight hold and rubbed his hand over Darrin's back. Darrin smiled at Mitch and looked around the room. Surprisingly Mitch's parents didn't seem uncomfortable, just supportive. 

After a few exchanged smiles and a healthy shot of eggnog, which Mitch had apparently spiked heavily, Darrin was ready to open presents. He discovered that the McRichards' tradition was for everyone to open their presents one at a time. Darrin thought about it for a minute and decided it would be better than the 'everyone rip into your present at once' method Darrin had grown up with. As Mitch's parents opened their gifts, Darrin noticed that his name had been added so that all of the gifts were from both of them. Patsy and Mike oh'd and ah'd over each gift, telling the guys they didn't need anything more than their visit. After Mitch's parents were finished, Darrin's turn came and he was actually surprised at how excited he was to open presents. 

Starting with the gifts from Mitch's parents, he got several new pairs of Wranglers, as well as some shirts. Darrin had to laugh to himself when he opened a package of underwear. White briefs, the kind he wore when he was a kid. Darrin wondered what they would think about the orange jockstrap he was currently wearing. Folding everything away he picked up the small package from Mitch and looked at it. Shaking it carefully he wondered what was in the little box. Carefully unwrapping it, Darrin opened the tape and finally got into the little fortress holding the gift. Opening it he saw a miniature version of the basal that Mitch was looking at this afternoon.

Picking it up he laid it in his hand. It was a beautiful, exquisitely made loop of braided rawhide. Darrin looked at Mitch, hoping for some explanation.

"I made it. I've been working on it since summer. Wade showed me how and I made it for you," Mitch paused, "It's for your keys."

Darrin looked at it and marveled at Mitch's careful craftsmanship. Looking up he smiled at Mitch and was again getting misty eyed. He leaned over, grabbed Mitch's neck and then kissed him gently. Realizing what he had done he glanced at Patsy and Mike. But they were both beaming at the couple. Sitting back on his heels he motioned at Mitch.

"Ok, your turn!"

Mitch followed a similar routine, opening the gifts from his parents first and getting the crop of new clothing, as well as a few more personal items. But Darrin had to smile that Mitch didn't get new tighty-whiteys. Finally Mitch picked up the shoebox-sized gift that was from Darrin. Mitch tilted it slowly and listened to the soft slithering sound coming from the box. Raising his eyebrow at Darrin, Mitch rotated the box a few more times before sitting it down. He pulled his pocketknife out and opened the blade. Tilting his head to smile at Darrin first, he carefully slit all the tape and let the wrapping paper fall to the floor. Popping the tape from the box, Mitch slowly opened it and peered inside.

The sight that greeted Mitch's eyes was a riot of color and patterns writhing in the box. Mitch reached in, grabbed a loop, and pulling out a beautiful hand-braided belt. He reached in again, and again, as his lap filled with Darrin's work. Finally looking up at Darrin it was Mitch's turn to be touched by his boyfriend's thoughtfulness. Standing up he quickly moved his buckle to one of the new belts and then threaded it into his jeans. 

He knelt beside Darrin, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed him gently. "Thanks babe. These are wonderful!"

"It's been a long time. There are some mistakes," Darrin reddened a little, "and I haven't been working on them for months either."

Mitch reached up and playfully smacked Darrin's cheek. "You shush. I love them."

Darrin smiled and cuddled against Mitch, enjoying the feeling of acceptance in this small living room. After a few minutes they both got up and helped clean up. The rest of the evening was spent snacking on treats that Patsy had been making for a week, and enjoying relaxed conversation. Eventually they found their way to the bedroom and began getting ready for bed.

"You have great parents, Mitch," said Darrin.

"Yup, I do," Mitch kissed Darrin on the lips, "and a great boyfriend too."

Darrin pulled Mitch back slightly, nipping Mitch's nose and smiled, "Yes, I do have a great boyfriend. Who I love a lot." With that they gently began making out, the kisses becoming more passionate and the caresses more urgent with each passing minute. Darrin broke their kiss, gasping for air.

"Your parents will hear! We can't . . ." 

Mitch reached up and clamped his fingers on Darrin's nipples and pulled him closer, whispering in his ear, 

"I don't care. It's Christmas Eve and I haven't opened my last present yet," said Mitch.

His hands slipped from Darrin's chest, enveloping Darrin in a warm hug as he started lightly biting down Darrin's neck. Mitch's nails raked down Darrin's back as he passionately attacked his lover's neck and shoulders. He loved the muscular body that had been sculpted by work and not hours in a gym and touching Darrin always felt so special to Mitch. Soon, he had Darrin purring in his arms. Pushing Darrin back onto the bed he looked down at the dayglow orange jock that Darrin was wearing and smiled,

"Dayglow, babe? Really?"

Darrin reddened slightly, his cock losing some of its iron as he considered Mitch. Finally he realized that Mitch was teasing and he smiled back. 

"Yup, dayglow orange. It didn't look quite so bright on the website though."

Mitch moved his face between Darrin's legs and blew his hot breath across his cloth-covered cock. Reaching out with his tongue he started licking on the fabric, soaking it with his spit. He carefully moved across the bulge of Darrin's cock, working it gently until the fabric was soaked down its length. He leaned back and gave Darrin a stinging smack on the thigh. 

"On your hands and knees, boy!" said Mitch.

Darrin eagerly complied, sticking his jockstrap-framed butt into the air. Mitch grabbed the luscious ass in front of him and pulled the cheeks apart. Pressing his face against Darrin's crack he licked from the base of Darrin's balls to his lower back. Loving the taste of his man, Mitch gave Darrin several more swipes of his tongue and then honed in on his puckered hole. Mitch ran his tongue over the convulsing opening a few times, matting the dense hair with spit, and then drilled his tongue deep inside Darrin. Passion mounted in Mitch as he tasted the essence of his man. Diving in like a starving wolf, he consumed Darrin's ass and loved it. Reaching between Darrin's legs, Mitch grabbed his nuts and pulled them down while he continued tonguing the beautiful hole in front of him. Darrin grunted as his man tugged at his nuts, the dual stimulation overwhelming his senses.

"Oh fuck!" said Darrin, "Put it in, goddamn it. Put it in!"

Mitch moved his face as he continued tugging Darrin's stretched sack. "It? What do you want, babe? I'm not sure what 'it' is," Mitch said with a sneer in his voice.

"Oh goddamn you are evil! Fuck me! Ram your fat cock in! Oh shit you have me so hot!"

Mitch jumped off the bed and started rustling through his bag. He brought out a bottle of lube and stepped back on the bed, walking across it to Darrin. He coated Darrin's ass with lube, mingling it with the spit around his hole. Mitch ran his finger over Darrin's distended ass a few times and then slide his finger inside his hot hole. Darrin moaned as the invading finger bumped against his prostate, arching his back up to signal his eagerness. Mitch smiled and swatted his ass hard, leaving it red and throbbing.

"Shut it, boy," said Mitch, "You'll get what you need soon."

Darrin moaned again and buried his face in the pillow for the, to him, interminable wait. Mitch coated his cock and then lowered himself, aiming his dick head at Darrin's swollen opening. Gripping his hips, Mitch lowered himself further, letting his cock slip inside of Darrin. Once he felt his cock slip past Darrin's gates, he pressed down harder until his pelvis was grinding against Darrin's ass. Both men let a moan escape as the joining hit all the right spots for both of them. 

With that Mitch started pile driving his hard cock into Darrin. His pounding gained in ferocity, building the lust inside Mitch. Both were soon drenched in sweat in spite of the cool room. Mitch released his tight grip on Darrin's hips and started running his short nails down Darrin's broad back. Mitch was feeling more animal than human as his cock expanded with the impending orgasm. When Mitch felt his balls pumping into his system, he began slapping Darrin's ass quick and hard, causing delicious sensations to course through them. Finally with a guttural cry his cream began jetting into Darrin, filling his gut with man juice. Still engulfed in his haze of lust, Mitch continued to rake Darrin's back and sides while his body convulsed and expelled the last traces of jizz. With a final shudder he collapsed across Darrin's back, panting for breath. When the last of the euphoria left him, he realized that he had pressed the boundaries of their lovemaking.

Gently caressing Darrin's shoulders he almost whispered, "Babe? You ok?"

Mitch's world spun as Darrin moved quickly and flipped Mitch onto his back. Darrin stood beside the bed and grabbed Mitch's ankles, pulling him to the edge of the bed. Holding him by the ankles he pressed Mitch's legs back until his hole was fully exposed. Mitch looked up and saw precum running off Darrin's deep red cock and the incredible lust in his eyes. 

Darrin met his eyes and almost growled, "Where's the lube! 'Cause I'm about to bust your ass."

"Do it, babe! Fuck me! I don't fuckin' need lube!"

Darrin growled again and then almost folding Mitch in half, he plunged the full length of his cock inside Mitch's gut. Never pausing he began pounding the beautiful man under him. Obviously to anything other than his need, he fucked Mitch's ass, their bodies slapping against each other as the rhythm built. Mitch bit his lip, regretting the impulse to get dry fucked. The pain was incredible, but he wasn't going to stop Darrin. Clenching his teeth he realized that Darrin was attacking his ass with a savage passion that he could never remember before. Mitch watched Darrin's sweat streaked face, his passion rekindled by the desire that he could see in Darrin's eyes. Finally the precum lubed him enough that he could fully enjoy the fucking. It helped that he knew Darrin wouldn't last long given his pace. Suddenly Mitch's prediction came true as Darrin slammed into him a final time and began filling his ass with hot cum. Darrin's ass was clenched while his dick spat out jet after jet of hot seed. Almost as quickly as he began, his muscles relaxed and he fell on top of Mitch.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 06



"Oh. My. God. What happened?" said Darrin.

Mitch chuckled, "I'm not sure. But I think you better help me clean up or we're going to be sleeping on cum covered sheets tonight."

Darrin smiled and grabbed a towel and wiped each of them clean. As he lay beside Mitch he caught the look of concern. 

"What's up?" asked Darrin.

"Are you ok?" asked Mitch.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, it got a little rough. I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it."

Darrin reddened and then chuckled, "Well. Actually. I thought it was fuckin' hot! Don't get me wrong, I like when we are making love too. But it turned me on for you to slap my ass," Darrin looked at Mitch with an unreadable expression, "How did you feel about it?"

Mitch laughed, "Well, I don't want to be dry fucked again soon. I'm going to walk funny for the next few days. But I thought it was hot too. Fuckin' hot!"

Darrin relaxed against Mitch then, feeling very safe and secure and drifted off to sleep. Mitch felt Darrin melt against him and held him tight. Mitch wondered how he'd ever gotten lucky enough for Darrin had come into his life.



Darrin woke to Mitch poking him in the ribs. Trying to clear his sleep fogged brain, he swatted at Mitch's finger. Cracking his eyes he saw that it was barely daylight. Moaning he turned to Mitch,

"It's not even daylight, and its Christmas. Lover, why the hell did you wake me up?" said Darrin.

"Because! We need to see what Santa brought."

With that Darrin's eyes sprung open and he leveled a look of disbelief at Mitch. "Santa? You must be shitting me."

"Nope. Santa comes here, and I'm betting he left you something too!" Mitch was practically vibrating with childlike exuberance.

Darrin finally surrendered and crawled out of the warm bed and started pulling on his jeans. While he was still trying to get on a t-shirt, Mitch was pushing him toward the door. As they stumbled down the stairs, Darrin half-expected Mitch to turn this into a joke. He practically fell into the recliner as Mitch snagged a small pile of presents, and a stocking, and put them on his lap. As Mitch turned away to retrieve his own pile, Darrin caught the sight of Mitch's dad in the kitchen doorway with an odd smile on his face. When Mike noticed the look on Darrin's face he began laughing,

"You should've seen him when he was eight," said Mike, "He'd get us up at midnight to open the packages Santa left."

Darrin chuckled at the thought of Mitch, at eight years old, rousing his parents to open gifts. Looking back at Mike, Darrin lifted his eyebrows.

"Yeah, but he's 25 now. And Santa still comes?" asked Darrin.

Patsy walked to the open door in time to hear Darrin's question. She laughed along with Mike and then explained,

"We tried to stop when he left for college. He threw a fit. We haven't been brave enough to try again," she looked at Darrin and winked, "If you're smart, Santa will come to your house too."

Darrin chuckled and turned to see an expectant Mitch watching him. Smiling, Darrin started pulling out gifts and treats from the stocking. Most of it was candy and chocolate, special treats with a few small things. There was a small pocketknife that Darrin knew was from Mitch's parents. Once he'd worked through all the other gifts he had one large, flat present still on his lap. The tag on this one said it was from 'Santa Mitch'. Darrin looked at Mitch and leaned toward him. Mitch met him half way and they kissed tenderly.

"You shouldn't have got me anything else. I didn't get you anything. If I'd of known, I might of gotten you something. I feel bad."

Mitch swatted Darrin gently on the back of the head. "Shut up and open the present you goof."

Darrin slowly unwrapped the package. Carefully laying the paper aside he stared at the plain brown box, wondering what could be in it. Suddenly a horrifying thought came to him, what if Mitch was giving him a sex toy. Darrin cringed at the thought of Mitch's parents seeing something like that. He turned and looked at Mitch,

"This is something that I can open in front of your parents. . . right?"

"Don't know. I guess you'll just haveta open it and see," said Mitch with a smirk.

Darrin cracked open the lid of the box, peeking inside all he could see was a flat object wrapped in tissue. His curiosity tweaked, Darrin reached in and pulled it out. Letting the paper drift to the floor he found himself looking at a large hand-tooled leather frame. It was beautifully crafted and had his name carved into the surface. Relaxing into the chair Darrin struggled to keep his emotions contained. Finally he looked over at Mitch and smiled,

"It's beautiful and I love it."

"It's for your diploma, babe," said Mitch, "So you can put it in your new faculty office next year. I had it made by a guy I know who makes saddles for a living." Mitch paused and then smiled, "That's who all the secret phone calls were from. It was Terry with questions about this or that."

Darrin had reached his breaking point, both with relief and happiness. As it all washed over him, silent tears started down his face. He looked at Mitch and gave him a bleary eyed smile as he held the gift against his chest. While the gift itself was amazing, it was the vote of confidence from Mitch that was more than Darrin could take. Mitch walked over and sat in Darrin's lap and held him tight. As the emotions settled, Mitch kissed Darrin again and then levered himself out of the chair.

"Come on, babe," said Mitch, "Mom has breakfast ready."

Those words began what Darrin would later recall as the eating orgy. From the huge homemade cinnamon rolls that were only part of breakfast, to the turkey and all the fixings for Christmas dinner, Darrin and Mitch ate more food than they would typically have in a week. In the late evening, as Mitch finished the last piece of pecan pie, there was a wonderful feeling of peace that Darrin had not experienced very often.

No sooner had that thought went through Darrin's mind than his phone rang. Lifting it to see who was calling he almost dropped the phone. Mitch saw the look on his face.

"Who is it, babe?" said Mitch.

"Parents."

"Oh. . ."

With a helpless look at Mitch, Darrin thumbed the button and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello . . ."

The next several minutes were largely silent with single syllable punctuations from Darrin. Finally he lowered the phone and looked at Mitch and his family, unable to speak.

"What is it, babe? Whatever it is we can get through it," said Mitch.

Darrin tried several times unsuccessfully to speak. Finally he exhaled, and visibly steeled himself.

"My dad. . . he's dead."



Wrangler Butts Ch. 07



The silence in the small pickup was overwhelming. Mitch wasn't sure what to say or do to help Darrin this time. They had spent the last few days discussing Darrin's options and had arrived at a sketchy plan. Mitch knew if Darrin's mother hadn't begged him to come, they wouldn't be on this trip now. Darrin had long ago written off his religiously homophobic father and felt his mother bore some of the blame as well. 

Mitch watched out the window as the landscape scrolled past. He actually loved west Texas, from the first time he had experienced it he'd felt a freedom in the open space that he didn't feel in the heavily forested eastern part of the state where he had grown up. As he watched out his window Mitch replayed their decision for him to come with Darrin. He had offered to stay at home if it would make it easier. He couldn't imagine that Darrin bringing his boyfriend was going to lessen the tension. But Darrin had been adamant that he needed Mitch by his side. One decision that Mitch did agree with wholeheartedly was the choice to not attend the funeral. Darrin had thought it was just hypocritical to attend the funeral of a person who had . . . well there was no positive thing to be accomplished by attending. 

Even though they were arriving a few days after the funeral, Mitch was certain this trip would be filled with drama. Truthfully, he was concerned about their relationship. He knew Darrin had a lot of baggage regarding his family. Mitch wasn't sure how this return to his childhood home was going to play out after years of being ostracized. The combination of factors had created a tense trip, even though the two of them hadn't had any problems over it, so far. With a silent sigh Mitch decided to try and get some idea of what he was facing.

"So your Mom knows you're coming. Who else?" asked Mitch.

Darrin glanced over, considering his answer too long before answering. "Yes, she knows. And I would imagine my sister knows too. I don't know of anyone else, but I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't activated a prayer chain."

Mitch glanced at him and said, "Prayer chain? You mean having the church pray for you, like when someone is really sick."

"Yeah, exactly."

"Why? Neither of us is sick."

Darrin laughed out a humorless chuckle. "They are trying to get God to cure me, of the evil of homosexuality."

"Oh," Mitch slumped against the seat. "This is going to be a miserable trip isn't it."

Darrin looked over at him and tried to smile, "Maybe it won't be as bad as we think."

"Maybe," said Mitch as he contemplated the situation. Trying to find some bright spot in this he spoke again, "What about your sister? What's she like?"

"I think she contributes to that church in Wichita that protests against fags at the military funerals. Does that give you any idea?"

"Shit."

"Exactly."



The closer they came, the more Mitch questioned this trip. On the outskirts of town, they turned onto a well-traveled dirt road. After several miles they pulled into the driveway of a two-story white house that looked like it was straight out of a Grant Wood painting. They sat in the pickup for several minutes, steeling themselves against whatever was going to come. Finally Darrin spoke,

"Ok, we can do this. Mother asked us to come. Surely it wouldn't be to an ambush."

"She invited 'us'?" asked Mitch.

Darrin let out a deep breath. "No, she didn't invite us, she invited me." He turned to look at Mitch, "This could be a hellish week for me. Thank you for coming."

Mitch smiled and patted Darrin's leg, "It's ok, babe. I'm here for you."

When Mitch looked back to the house there was a woman standing on the porch. With her arms crossed and intent stare, she didn't seem like the welcome wagon to Mitch. As he was trying to decide what to do he heard the driver's door open.

"That's my Mom. Wait here a sec," said Darrin.

Mitch nodded and then watched as Darrin walked to the woman and began talking to her. Neither of them offered to embrace the other, and Mitch felt more and more uncomfortable as the seconds ticked by. His tension peaked when Darrin motioned him to the porch. Leaving the shelter of the pickup, Mitch walked over and stood beside Darrin.

Darrin turned and looked at his mother again. "Mother, this is Mitch. He and I share an office at school."

Mitch turned slightly so he could see Darrin's face. He quietly seethed as he contemplated Darrin explaining him as only an officemate. His feelings were in turmoil, his worse nightmare for this trip seemingly had just materialized. He considered leaving, not certain he was willing to stay, when Darrin laid his hand on Mitch's shoulder.

"Mitch is also my partner," said Darrin.

His mother looked at each of them and then said, "Business partner?"

"No, Mother. He's my husband."

Mitch's jaw dropped. This wasn't really something they had talked about. Mitch was a little pissed off that Darrin had presented their relationship that way, but part of him was also delighted. Husband certainly sounded more official and long term than boyfriend, and undoubtedly clearer than partner. Mitch realized that no one had spoken and he could almost see the word 'husband' hanging in the air. Darrin's mother finally nodded her head and turned to go back inside,

"Well come on inside. It's too cold to stand around talking out here," she said.

They filed into the house and Mitch looked around the room. It couldn't be more different from the house he grew up in. It was spotless, nothing was out of order, and no dust would dare rear its head in this room. It wasn't a room for casual relaxation, but it was the one they were ushered into. Without a word, she had left the room through a side door, only to reappear in a few seconds with a tray of ice tea. After the drinks were distributed she sat down, finally looking directly at both of them. Her next question surprised Mitch.

"Do you love each other?" she asked.

Without hesitation both answered, "Yes."

Darrin's mother visibly shuddered with their answer, burying her face into her hands. Darrin and Mitch glanced at each other. Neither of them was sure what was happening. They waited in silence. Eventually she raised her head and looked at them.

"I don't understand. I'm trying Darrin, but I still don't understand. Your sister gave me some information from PFLAG, and that helped. But this is a big step for me," she visibly braced herself and looked into Darrin's eyes, "But I know your father was wrong. You are not a mistake or an aberration."

"Ok, Mom . . ."

"Your father could be a cruel man, and absolutely inflexible."

Darrin nodded, his face unreadable.

"But he's gone. I still have time to try and fix some of my mistakes. My biggest regret is that I allowed him to keep you away from me for all these years." This time when she looked at Darrin there were tears in her eyes. "Do you think you can ever forgive me?"

Darrin looked at her, seemingly unsure of his answer. Mitch could almost see him catalog his life as he contemplated a response. But a look of determination settled on his face and Darrin answered.

"I don't know. Right now I'm not sure I can forgive you," he let out a huge breath, "But I'm willing to try. That's all I can promise."

She nodded and crossed the distance and enveloped him in a hug. Mitch could hear her soft voice as she said, "Thank you."

About that time a young woman emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of sweets. She watched for a minute before putting her hand on the older woman's shoulder.

"Come on Mom and sit down. Darrin isn't leaving right away."

She skillfully herded her mother to her vacated chair before setting the snacks on the coffee table. Turning she looked at Darrin,

"Hi, big brother."

"Dana. How are you doing?"

"It's been not good around here," she glanced back at their mother, "But I guess it hasn't been good around here for a long time."

Darrin nodded, "No, no it hasn't. But Mom said you gave her some information from PFLAG?"

"Yes, I thought it might help."

"Thank you," said Darrin. He then remembered Mitch and motioned him over. "This is my partner, Mitch."

Dana held out a hand, which Mitch took. Their eyes met as they shook hands with Dana trying to smile at him. Mitch couldn't help but suddenly be thankful for his parents. The next time he talked with them, he was going to tell them so too.

The four of them tried to have a casual conversation. Although stilted and fragmented, they made it through the typical pleasantries. After a long silence, Darrin's mother looked at Mitch,

"How did you two meet? At some kind of club for you people?"

Mitch choked on his tea, almost spraying it across the room. He so badly wanted to say that yes, he had met her son at a gay leather bar and it was his hairy butt in assless chaps that really turned him on. But as tempting as it was he really didn't want to make this harder for Darrin. So he plastered a smile on his face and answered her questions truthfully.

"No, Mrs. Anderson. Darrin and I share an office at the university, that's how we met."

"Oh please. Diana will be fine. You don't need to call me Mrs. Anderson, although it sounds like you might be calling me Mom at some point soon," she said. Mitch looked at her as she said it. He thought that while she was saying the right words, her body language didn't agree. Mitch took another sip of his drink, thought it would be a long time, with many changes, before he called this woman Mom.

Darrin and his family chatted for several minutes, the conversation feeling very tense and stilted. Darrin let out a sigh and looked at his mother.

"Why did you want me here? I know you think that I'm somehow a horrible person. So why did you insist on my being here?" asked Darrin.

His mother paused for several minutes before replying. She eventually waved her hand in the direction of the pile of pamphlets that Mitch had noticed. "I asked Dana to look for why you are the way you are. I am trying to understand, I am. But I was raised that – being – with someone of the same sex was abhorrent and a choice. But those people, they call themselves 'Parents, Families, and Friends of Lesbians and Gays', you know, the PFLAG people," she looked at Darrin and he nodded for her to continue. "Anyway, they said it wasn't a choice, that it was how you were born."

She looked at Darrin with a tight look around her lips. "I thought it was my fault, that I had babied you too much when you were little. Your father had me convinced that you had chosen to be evil."

Darrin sighed, remembering his own struggles to accept himself, in spite of the church hate speech that he'd been raised in and realized that his mother needed some time too.

"Mother, how could me being gay be evil?" Darrin motioned to Mitch. "For that matter how could Mitch be evil? We love each other. We are both adults and know exactly how love feels. We aren't attracted to little boys. We don't recruit. We aren't trying to convert anyone. We just know we are attracted to each other.

Mitch is important to me. And I want to spend the rest of my life with him. No, we aren't perfect. No more than any other couple. But we are there for each other when things get tough," Darrin nodded at Mitch. "That's why Mitch is here, to support me. I told him he didn't have to come. But he did anyway, because he knew I needed him."

"Alright. Just give me some time, Darrin. I want you back in my life though. Please be patient with me."

"I know, Mom. I know."

"Umm," muttered Diana.

"Yes?" said Darren.

"Well, one of my friends said . . . well. That one of you is the woman."

Darrin's face flared bright red. His mouth opened and closed like an oxygen-deprived fish. He made several false starts as he tried to answer his mother's question. Then he heard Mitch clear his throat.

"Mrs. Anderson, would you ask your daughter what her favorite sex position was?" asked Mitch.

Darrin's mother became visibly flustered. "No, of course not! It's none of my business."

"Well our private life is just that too, private," said Mitch. 

Mitch's eye got that twinkle that Darrin had come to recognize and he knew something was coming. 

"But I will tell you. Neither of us is a woman," said Mitch with a smirk.



Mitch walked into the hotel room and tossed his bag on the bed. He looked around the room, impressed with Darrin's choice. It was a large suite, with a huge whirlpool tub. He knew it was far more than Darrin could afford and wondered why he'd splurged. Seemingly reading Mitch's mind Darrin started to explain,

"The room isn't that expensive since it's during the week. I thought we would need somewhere to relax and that it would be worth the extra. Our normal Motel 6 bargain room wouldn't cut it this time."

Mitch nodded, "It's really nice, babe. I think you're right too. We are going to need some down time." He looked at Darrin with a shy smile. "What do you say we try out that tub right now?"

Darrin moved in front of Mitch and ran his hands under Mitch's shirt, lifting it over his head. The shirt was tossed to the floor and Darrin moved in, kissing Mitch softly on the lips.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," answered Darrin.

Tenderly they undressed each other. As the last article of clothing was dropped to the floor they lovingly embraced, their lips pressing together. Their torsos ground against each other as their hands explored each other's bodies. Soon their cocks were hard and sliding over each other. Coming up for breath they separated and Mitch pulled Darrin over to the tub. After adjusting the water temperature and jets, Mitch turned back and ran his hands over Darrin as it filled.

"You are so fuckin' sexy," said Mitch.

"God, I love you so much," said Darrin.

They touched and ran their hands over each other as they waited. Once the tub filled Mitch smiled and slid into the steaming water backwards. He floated to the surface, his hard cock protruding above the water. 

Darrin followed more carefully, but soon was reclining against Mitch. Wiggling backward until they were fitted together, he smiled as Mitch's hard pole wedged against his back. Mitch wrapped his arms around Darrin's chest and held him close while his hands traveled up and down Darrin's hairy chest. Releasing his hold he started rubbing Darrin's back and massaging the knots out of his shoulders and neck. Darrin moaned and dropped his head as Mitch hit a particularly tight muscle in his neck.

"Oh yeah. That feels so good. You found the spot," said Darrin.

Mitch worked his thumbs into the knot, feeling it gradually loosen up. As he worked on Darrin's neck, he considered the events of the day. 

"Babe."

"Yeah?"

"Your husband?" said Mitch.

Mitch felt Darrin's shoulders clench tighter than ever under his fingers. "Relax, I just was wondering. . . why, and why then?"

Mitch waited while Darrin considered the question. Several times it looked like he was going to speak, and then would slump down again and tighten up even more.

"Babe, just talk to me about it. I'll listen to what you have to say," said Mitch.

Darrin shrugged under his hands, "I'd say I don't know why it came out. But that wouldn't be the truth. I'm in love with you Mitch, and if we could marry . . . I'd ask you to marry me. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I guess it came out today because I wanted to make damn sure my mother understood what I was saying. 'Partner' sounds so much like a business arrangement, and boyfriend sounds like something junior high kids do. 'Husband' pretty much narrows down the ways to interpret it."

Mitch considered what Darrin had said while he continued working on his shoulders. Eventually he started explaining what he was thinking, "I love you too, Darrin. A lot. I hadn't really thought about marriage, well because we can't. I was a little shocked when you used husband to describe me, and honestly, a little hurt that you'd use it with your mother before we'd talked about it."

Darrin turned and looked into Mitch's deep brown eyes. "I can understand that. I'm sorry I hurt you, I would never intentionally do that."

"Ok," said Mitch, "But let's not use 'husband' until we both agree on it. Ok?"

Mitch could detect a bit of hurt in Darrin's face as he digested the request. Eventually he nodded his head in agreement, "Alright, if that's what you want. I love you and I don't ever want to lose you."

During the conversation both of them had softened. But they relaxed again and Mitch started rubbing his hands over Darrin. His fingers slid over Darrin's chest and raked through his dense bush. As Darrin's member stiffened Mitch wrapped it with his fingers and started pumping it under the water. Darrin laid his head against Mitch and enjoyed the feeling of Mitch's chest hair against his back. As his body completely relaxed he felt Mitch's finger tease his cock slit and he let out a soft moan.

"Oh god yes. That feels so fuckin' good. I love your hot hands on me," said Darrin.

Mitch pinched one of Darrin's hard nipples and then rolled it between his fingers while he continued his sensual stroking. He teased Darrin, letting his hand slide low and tugged his distended nut sac, feeling the grade A balls inside. Darrin was soon writhing in Mitch's arms as he got closer to shooting. He gave Darrin a lust filled smile and then furiously worked on his nipples, one and then the other as he jerked his cock under the now tepid water. 

"Fuck! Oh shit! Ahhhh!" said Darrin.

With one final twist Darrin unloaded his nuts. Mitch watched as the white jets of cum shot into the water. Looking almost like miniature jellyfish, Mitch was fascinated with each shot that Darrin unloaded into the water. His eruptions slowed and then stopped, the last of his cum floating like a small cloud around his cockhead.

"Oh shit, that was amazing. I love you playing with my nuts," said Darrin.

Mitch almost growled as his hands roamed over his lover's torso. "One of us hasn't shot his load yet. Can you think of a way to fix that?"

Darrin smiled and stood up in the tub. He tossed Mitch the small bottle of conditioner from the edge of the bath and then braced himself against the wall, pushing his ass back toward Mitch.

"How about that, stud? Think that might help you out with your little problem?"

Mitch stood; jerking his dick as he dribbled conditioner down its length. He moved his slick hand to Darrin's butt and ran it down his crack until he hit Darrin's entrance. The end of his finger was quickly devoured as Darrin pushed back against him. Mitch pulled his finger out and dumped the remaining contents of the tiny bottle of conditioner down Darrin's crack. Moving closer he ran his cock down the slick trough, finding the opening and shoving his cock deep into Darrin's gut.

"Oh shit!" screamed Darrin.

Mitch smiled and gripped Darrin's hips tighter, plunging his rock hard dick deep and hard into his ass. Soon he felt Darrin matching his thrusts as their two bodies collided over and over again. Mitch pried Darrin's ass wider, pulling almost out and then popping his cock deep into Darrin's gut. He long-dicked his lover until Darrin was shaking from the sensation. Feeling his orgasm begin Mitch frantically pounded into Darrin's ass, taking him hard and fast. With a last hard thrust Mitch's body locked and began pouring cum deep into Darrin. His body twitched as he shot jet after jet deep into his man. As the sensations lessened he began slowly moving in and out again. The wet sounds of a cum filled ass crowded his senses. He felt juice drip over his nuts as he slowly fucked Darrin. As his cock softened he decided for one last act in this play. 

Pulling backward he let his softening cock fall out. Mitch looked at Darrin's well-used hole. Running his finger through the trail of white cream slowly running out of it he gently pushed back in a few times with his finger. Leaning down Mitch kissed Darrin between the shoulder blades. Grabbing a cloth he turned the water on and soon had them both clean. Once they toweled off Mitch snapped his wet towel at Darrin's ass.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 07



"Hey! Watch it, bud," said Darrin.

"I am watchin' it," said Mitch. "And it's makin' me hot again."

"Oh damn, there is no juice left in my balls. And I'm hungry. Let's find some food and relax for the evening."

Mitch moved close and kissed Darrin's neck. "Sounds good. I could try to coax some more liquid protein from you, but maybe solid food would be better."

Darrin turned a little red and shook his head at Mitch. But just thinking about their recent lovemaking caused Darrin's cock to thicken again. He was always amazed at how much Mitch excited him. As they left the hotel room Darrin wondered what would be the next surprise from his lover.



Mitch could tell Darrin was nervous on their way to the attorney's office. Once they had parked Darrin sat in the pickup, staring at the dash and making no move to open the door. Finally Mitch asked,

"What's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you. And I'm not sure how to do it," said Darrin.

"Just say it. You know you can talk to me about anything."

Mitch watched as Darrin visibly tried to summon the courage. Finally he blurted it out.

"The lawyer, he and I were- Lovers, I guess."

Mitch sat back, off balanced by Darrin's news. After absorbing the information for several long minutes he replied,

"Lovers? You 'guess'?"

Darrin let out a loud sigh. "Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, I put out and he fucked me . . . I'm not sure how to explain it."

"What happened?" asked Mitch.

"He got married. Said what we did was just a phase that he was over."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. But I wanted you to know before we went inside," said Darrin.

"Ok, it would have been nice if you had told me earlier and not waited until we are about to walk in his office, " said Mitch with a scowl. He sighed and added, "But I know this is hard for you, I'm trying to be understanding."

"I know you are Mitch. You just can't imagine how much I appreciate it." Darrin looked at his watch and then at the dark doorway. "I guess they are in there waiting. We might as well get this over with." Popping open his door Darrin walked across the short expanse of concrete and through the glass doors, leaving Mitch to trail behind.

Mitch sat in the back of the lawyer's office and watched as Darrin and his family went over his father's will. He watched the blond haired attorney and felt a knot of jealously form in his gut. He was the polar opposite of Mitch. From the almost white blond hair, to the cheeks so smooth Mitch doubted that he shaved more than once a week. This was the competition and they weren't even on the same playing field. Where Mitch was shorter than average and muscular, blondie was taller than Darrin and willowy thin. Darrin was definitely going to be explaining a few things once they were in private. 

Mitch turned his focus to the tableau unfolding before him. Darrin had told his mother he didn't see any reason for him to be here, but she had finally talked him into it. Mitch had agreed to come with Darrin, knowing he would need support. But that was before he found out about the ex-lover. 

The worst moment came when the will divided his father's assets got to Darrin's portion, and the attorney read 'I want nothing to go to my pervert son'. To Darrin's credit he seemed to let it roll off him, although Mitch knew it was tearing him up inside. They finally got through everything; not surprisingly almost everything went to Darrin's mother. Once the paperwork was settled she looked toward the attorney.

"So the farm is mine now. I can do whatever I want?"

"Yes, ma'am. Some paperwork will need to go through the courthouse, but it's yours."

"So I can sell it?"

Both Darrin and his sister turned toward his mother with looks of shock on their faces.

"Sell it?" said Darrin.

His mother looked at him and nodded, "Yes, your father was wrong and I intend to correct it," she turned back to the lawyer, "Blake, I want to sell the farm. So whatever paperwork needs to be done, do it."

She turned and looked at Darrin, "I know you have a lot of debt from school. I'm giving you some of the money from selling the farm. I think you deserve at least that much."

Mitch watched Darrin reel from the information. His mother and sister said their goodbyes to the lawyer and left. Mitch's eye narrowed as Blake walked around the desk and sat on the edge of it, his package thrust toward Darrin. Mitch could feel the small knot of jealously growing into a raging monster. Then Blake leaned forward and ran his hand over Darrin's neck. Every muscle in Mitch tensed, the touch lingering far too long for his tastes. He then heard the honey-toned voice of the interloper in his relationship.

"Darrin, I'm real sorry about your Dad."

Darrin seemed to start at his voice and looked up with a grunt. "Yeah, I guess."

Blake pulled a chair in front of Darrin, sat in front of him and started rubbing Darrin's thighs. Almost in a whisper he heard, "I'm sorry, Darrin. I wish things had been better between the two of you."

Mitch was seething as he sat only feet away while his boyfriend and his ex-lover had an intimate moment. Almost storming out the door, Mitch controlled himself by making an excuse for Darrin that he was recovering from what had just happened. Mitch wasn't sure what exactly it meant to Darrin, but he was sure the money would help. He looked back to the pair in time to see Blake squeeze Darrin's knee and whisper,

"I miss you."

That was too much for Mitch. Either he and Darrin were leaving now, or Mitch was leaving alone.

"Darrin," said Mitch. When he got no reply he said again louder, "Darrin!"

This time he got a reaction as Darrin slowly looked at him. "Yeah?"

"We need to go. Now!" said Mitch.

They rose and started toward the office door. As they worked their way through the waiting area, Blake followed them. As Mitch opened the door, Blake tugged Darrin back to him and wrapped his arms tight around him. Mitch was fairly certain he whispered something to Darrin because his body tensed. Mitch was not waiting any longer. He stormed through the door, trying to slam it but was foiled by the pneumatic closer. He did manage to slam the pickup door so hard the windows rattled, and Darrin walked out a second later.

As they drove away Mitch was trying to control his fury. He had never been so mad in his life, and it was all aimed at Darrin. Mitch made the entire trip to the hotel in silence, with his arms tightly folded against his chest. He never looked at Darrin but could tell that Darrin was not really aware of him in the cab. This time the 30-minute drive was far too long and Mitch was ready to explode as they walked into the hotel room. Turning on Darrin he almost screamed,

"What the FUCK was that?"

"Was what?"

"Blondie! Blake! Whatever the fuck his name is. He was hitting on you! And you fuckin' let him! And you completely ignored me! Did you fuckin' forget that I was in the goddamn room? Was I an embarrassment, Darrin? Did you fuckin' regret that you had brought your little bitch from college home?"

Mitch turned and paced the room, anger rolling from him. He pivoted when he ran out of room and suddenly Darrin was in his face,

"What the fuck are you talking about you self-centered asshole!" yelled Darrin, "He wasn't hitting on me! He was being nice! We were friends you know! Well once he was a friend of mine."

Mitch rounded on him, "Yeah! I could see how fuckin' friendly you two were. It was fuckin' great to see my boyfriend get felt up by the blond twink!" Mitch looked Darrin in the eyes, his face contorted by the pain and anger.

"I don't care what he did. But you didn't even stop him. It was like I was nothing. I won't let you treat me like that Darrin! I swear to God I won't!"

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about. He didn't fucking touch me! Don't you think I would have done something? Goddamn Mitch! What's your fucking problem! Can't you be about someone other than you for a second? It's been fucking bad and now you want to be a fucking prick about an old friend. What the fuck!"

"He- You- Didn't. What the hell! I'm a prick and self-centered when I'm here only because you asked me to be! What about the hug, did that not happen either? I saw him whisper in your ear too. What'd he fuckin' say . . .that he loved you?"

Darrin's face screwed tighter in his fury. He sucked in a deep breath to begin another tirade. But suddenly Mitch watched the color drain from Darrin's face,

"Yes. . . " said Darrin.

"Yes. Yes what?"

"He said he loved me. . ."

Mitch turned without another word. Darrin watched in silence, not knowing what to do while Mitch packed his bag. Mitch threw in the last of his clothes and zipped it shut with enough force that it was a miracle it didn't bust. As he threw it over his shoulder he turned to Darrin again. For the first time in a very long time Mitch had tears rolling down his face.

"I won't be second. I won't share. You go back to the blond guy. Be his bitch and he can call you to meet for a quick fuck when his wife and kids are gone. Die alone and the whore of some guy playing straight. But don't expect me to hang around. I'm outta here."

With that Mitch turned and walked out the door. 



Morning found Darrin slowly driving up and down the streets, not knowing where Mitch might have gone. He'd tried calling but Mitch had his phone off. Darrin hadn't left any messages although he'd called every 5 minutes for the last 8 hours. His hope was dwindling and he knew if he didn't find Mitch soon, it might never be fixed.

Darrin had thought about what Mitch had said. He still didn't remember Blake doing more than hug him. But Mitch had never lied to him, he certainly couldn't say the same about Blake. But the last hug and the whispered 'I love you and miss you' in his ear was more than enough. If things had been reversed Darrin knew he would be devastated. He was still angry with Mitch, but for leaving instead of talking to him about it. He was usually the flaky one in this relationship, not Mitch. As he slowly drove down yet another street, he saw an all-night diner. Without a plan he was just wasting gas at this point, so he decided to stop, try to eat something, and see if he could think of where Mitch might be.

Darrin walked in and looked around a little surprised. Even at this hour it was almost full, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen so many cowboy hats in one place. Darrin couldn't help but laugh a little to himself at the thought of the west Texas fashion scene. The waitress saw him paused at the door and motioned him to a small corner booth. While she waited he glanced through the menu and rattled off a few choices. After she had walked away he turned and stared out the darkened glass until his breakfast arrived. Darrin's nose told him it was probably delicious, but his stomach knotted harder at the thought of food. Darrin sensed that someone was standing beside him and he looked up.

"Son, she must have ripped out your heart and done the two-step on it for a good long while from the expression on your face."

Darrin started to agree, to hide, but was suddenly just tired, tired of all of it.

"He. And he probably had good reason. But you are right about the Texas two-step."

"Do you mind?" the stranger said and motioned to the other side of the booth. Darrin shook his hand, not even caring what was next. Nothing this guy could say or do was worse than what Darrin had done to himself.

"Son, do you mind some advise from an old cowboy?"

Darrin let out a hollow laugh, "Sure, why not. This day can't get worse."

"You need to find him and fix this, whatever it is.'Cause it's pretty obvious to me that you are head over heels in love."

"Yeah. Well. I have to find him first. And he seems to be long gone," said Darrin, "I've been driving around looking for him all night."

"No luck?"

"No. I can't find him anywhere. I've looked everywhere I can think of. He couldn't have gotten a rental car yet. It's too early. And there are no flights out of the airport for another hour or so. I just can't think of where he might have went."

The old man started laughing, "Son, you are thinking too hard. The bus. I bet he's at the bus station."

Darrin's head snapped up, a smile breaking across his face. "Well shit! Sorry! But you're right! I never thought about the bus. I gotta go. I gotta get to him before he leaves. I need to find the waitress . . ."

Darrin felt a hand on his shoulder, "I got it. Go find him."

Darrin fished out a university business card out and handed it over.

"Please let me know how much I owe you. Please."

The old man took the card and tucked it into his shirt pocket.

"Git outta here, young'un. Now."

Darrin literally ran to the door.



Darrin walked into the bus station. Scanning it quickly he released a held breath when he spotted Mitch's ubiquitous cap. He slowed down, walking carefully over and sat beside Mitch. He remained silent, trying to think what to say. Finally he gave up the effort to explain it away.

"I'm sorry. You can't imagine how sorry I am," said Darrin.

"Why did you do that? Why did you let him do that?" Mitch asked quietly.

"Mitch, I honestly don't remember anything except the hug at the end. I should have taken care of that when he did it. That's my fault. I'd like to think it was still shock, but Blake and I have a history like I said, but it wasn't as good as I might have let you think." Darrin braced himself, "What you said, his whore, that's basically what I was. He'd call, come over to my place, and fuck me. There was never any kissing, any touching, no affection. I know that now. Now that I've been with you, I understand."

Mitch waved his hand, "Don't, you don't need to do this for me."

"Yes. Yes, I do. Mitch, I never want to be someone's second choice. I guess I'm thankful to Blake for at least not keeping me as his fuck buddy. Otherwise I might not have met you."

Darrin smiled through his tears, "I'll do my best. I promise I'll do better. Just don't leave me."

Mitch ran his hand through Darrin hair and smiled, "Don't do that. You don't have to promise anything like that to me." Mitch squeezed Darrin's shoulder for a second. "Come on. Let's get out of here." He pulled Darrin to his feet and then they walked out together. Just as the glass door closed behind them, Mitch reached back and smacked Darrin on the ass and then turned to smile at him.

A few minutes later they were back in their hotel room. Since neither of them had slept, and real sleep would have to wait until later, they began getting ready. Quickly they showered, separately, and were pulling on clean clothes when Mitch realized that Darrin had stopped. Mitch turned and looked at him.

"What babe?"

"You can't do that any more. This was my fault. I admit that. But you can't do that any more."

Mitch looked at Darrin with a look of confusion, "Do what?"

"Leave. You can't run when it goes bad. Please. Promise you'll never do that again," said Darrin quietly.

Mitch started to spit out an angry retort, and then realized Darrin was right. Mitch had run. Mitch never given up easily, not that he could remember. But he had this time. Why? As he looked over at Darrin's drawn face he found his answer. For the first time in his life he was truly and really in love. And what would happen if he lost Darrin scared the shit out of him. But Darrin was right, next time he would fight tooth and nail to keep his love.

"You're right, babe. No more running," Mitch said. Then smiling he ruffled Darrin's hair. "Now come on and let's get this done. I'm ready to get back to our own place."

Darrin nodded and followed Mitch out the door.



Late morning found them wrapping up the last of details of the will and property. Darrin had started the meeting this time by introducing Mitch to Blake, and stressing the 'partner' part of the introduction. As they followed Diana and Dana out the door, Blake laid his hand on the back of Darrin's neck and leaned in again. Darrin twisted, knocking his hand loose and faced Blake.

"No, you don't get to do that. Not anymore, not ever. You made your choice, now you live with it. I won't be your convenient fuck ever again."

Blake opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no words came out. Mitch looked at Darrin, slightly shocked too. He seemed to be less and less uncertain of himself. Mitch was sure last night was part of it, but the change had been coming for months. Mitch watched as Darrin walked over to his sister.

"Hey Sis. You have a few minutes to visit?

Dana looked shaken, "Yeah, sure. Let's go for coffee."

Darrin looked at Mitch and glanced toward his mother. Mitch realized that Darrin wanted to talk to his sister alone. He put his walls up to keep Diana's comments from getting to him, and started asking her about various businesses around town. He soon had her recalling the litany of business that had opened recently, and history of each one. Darrin watched as Mitch trailed behind his mother and turned to his sister.

"Sure, coffee would be fine."

They ducked into the ubiquitous downtown café, ordered coffee, and settled into a back table. Darrin slowly swirled his cup, considering what he should say.

"So, why did you give Mom the pamphlets? Last time I knew, you were more rabidly against gays than Dad. Why the change?" asked Darrin.

Dana starred into her cup for several minutes before replying, "Can't a person change, big brother?" She looked up with a self-deprecating smile.

"It's been my experience that no, people don't usually change."

Dana let out a sigh. "I don't suppose you would believe I did it for Mom? You being gone has been slowly destroying her."

"No. I'm not buying it."

"Do you remember Tiffany?"

"Sure, you two met at church. She had a kid didn't she?" said Darrin, confused by the seemingly unrelated change in topic.

"Yes, she'd had him before she graduated from high school."

"Ok . . ."

"He would have been 14."

Darrin waited in silence.

"He came out to his mother last year, said he was gay. She wasn't sure what to do, so she talked to our church group."

"And?"

"Different people gave her different advice. Some were surprisingly accepting of him . . . most told her to throw him out of the house. They said being homeless might cure him . . ."

"And you?"

"I didn't tell her anything. I should have Darrin, but I was quiet."

"What happened, Dana? And why did you not tell her to throw him out too. The last time we talked you would have."

"He killed himself," she said through a shuddering breath. "I didn't because of you. I couldn't image you at 13 and on your own."

Darrin shook his head, even his father, horrible as he was, didn't throw a 13-year-old boy out on his own. Pausing for a second, he looked at Dana.

"That's horrific, that his own mother drove him to kill himself. I really don't know what to say," said Darrin.

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "I killed him, Darrin. I killed a boy just as surely as if had pulled the trigger. I should have said something. I should have taken him in. I don't know what to do. I don't expect forgiveness, but I can try to help when I can."

"No. You didn't kill him. But you didn't help him either. You know how hard being a teenager is anyway, Dana. Well imagine it 10 times worse as a gay teenage boy."

Dana sobbed quietly into her hands, "That poor boy. He's gone now, and his mother will probably never recover." She looked up at Darrin, "I just thought, that could have been you. I could have lost my brother."

Darrin nodded his head, "Yes, I won't lie to you and say I never thought about it. But I'm still here."

She looked at Darrin and with a small smile looked at Darrin, "I joined you know."




Wrangler Butts Ch. 07



"Joined what?"

"PFLAG."

Darrin had to chuckle, "No one is more driven than a convert. That's good sis, I'm glad you did." Dana launched herself from the chair and wrapped her arms around Darrin. She leaned in close and whispered to him, "I'm glad you survived. I'm proud of my brother."

Darrin hugged her back, shocked at her support and apparent change of heart, and deeply touched by her words. Releasing her, he grabbed her shoulders and smiled at her. "Thanks Dana, I appreciate that."

"One other thing," said Dana with a smile. "Mitch is really hot."

With that Darrin's protective barrier crumbed and he started laughing. "Yeah. Thanks. I think he's really hot too." Darrin gave her another peck on the cheek, "And speaking of Mitch, I left him entertaining Mother. I better go."

Dana laughed and nodded, "Yeah, you're right. Go save your husband."

Darrin smiled at her label for Mitch and darted for the door with a backward wave. When he walked out of the café, he saw that Mitch was leaning against the pickup still talking with his mother. He joined them smiling broadly.

"We have to go Mom. We'll come back and visit you sometime."

She wrapped her arms around Darrin and held him tight. In an unexpected move she reached out and pulled Mitch into the embrace. After several minutes she released them. Darrin looked at his Mother and saw a warm smile and tear filled eyes.

"I'd like that, very much," she said.

Darrin gave his mother a small kiss on the cheek and then followed Mitch and climbed into the pickup. They both waved at Diana as they drove off. Mitch sat in silence as he watched Darrin.

"What happened with your sister?"

"I found out why she is being so helpful," said Darrin.

"Why, babe. What happened?"

"A friend of hers took the 'exorcise the evil' advise to heart . . . about her 13-year-old son who had just came out to her."

Mitch felt a knot form in his stomach. From the shadow of sadness that settled on Darrin's face, he knew it was not good.

"The mom took her 'problem' to her church group. Everyone in town knew by nightfall. And they told her to throw her son out of the house. Dana didn't, but she also didn't try to save the boy."

"And?"

"He didn't survive . . ."

The next few hours were quiet as both of them thought about their own stories, and that they were lucky. Eventually Mitch recalled the final parting between Darrin and his lawyer friend, which had been eclipsed by the revelation from Dana. Mitch smiled a little at the way Darrin had put Blake in his place. Eventually he realized that one of his questions remained unanswered.

"Babe, do you mind . . . " asked Mitch.

"Sure, ask me whatever you want."

"Well. Blake. He's the complete opposite of me. Why me?"

Darrin chuckled, "Because I think you are so incredibly fucking sexy. Who said that Blake was my type? I like my men masculine, hairy and hard. You fill all those requirements."

"Oh, and in case you were wondering . . ." Darrin held up his thumb and index finger and moved them about 4 inches apart. 

Mitch started laughing and was soon grabbing his stomach as he gasped for air from his uncontrollable laughter. Once Mitch regained his composure, the rest of the trip was spent in relaxed conversation.



Mitch rolled to a stop in front of their house. Immediately after they came back from west Texas, Mitch had been sent to the research station for a few days to take samples. It had ran their time together short, so when he got the opportunity to leave early, he'd latched onto it. In fact, he was so eager to get back to Darrin that he hadn't taken the time to shower and change clothes. He hadn't even peeled off the tight riding chaps that he'd had on all day. But he was glad to be home, and his nuts were full of a load he had saved up for Darrin.

When Mitch quietly got out of the truck he was somewhat surprised that the house seemed completely dark. But Darrin's pickup was parked in front. He wondered if Darrin had fallen asleep after work, which happened sometimes, and just hadn't woken up. To keep from waking his lover he slipped inside and gently laid his bags down in the kitchen. He had just started toward the bedroom when he heard,

"Oh god yeah. Put it in. Give it to me."

Mitch froze. That was Darrin's voice; there was no doubt in his mind about that. But he was with someone else. Anger flared in Mitch, this was the last straw and he was out of here. As he turned to leave he remembered his promise to Darrin to never run from a situation again. Fine, if Darrin wanted to 'talk' then let him talk his way out of this.

Mitch moved quietly to the bedroom. He wanted to catch them in the act; there would be no wiggle room for Darrin to get out of the blame this time. He hoped Darrin was enjoying his ride, because he sure wasn't getting another one with Mitch. He eased around the doorframe, ready with righteous indignation to tell them both what he thought. But the sight stunned him.

Darrin was alone, completely and utterly alone. He was naked, on his knees with his butt in the air as he worked a long white dildo into his ass. Mitch watched as he slid it to the balls. Darrin's body shuddered and a huge sigh erupted from his lips.

"Oh god Mitch. You feel so good. I love your cock inside me," said Darrin almost in a whisper.

Mitch felt his cock stiffen and expand down his jeans. He grabbed it and began stroking it slowly through the denim as he watched the scene before him. As Darrin fucked himself with the dildo, soft gasps and undecipherable words tumbled from his lips. Mitch was incredibly turned on by the sight of his man pleasuring himself. The small light on the bedside table was on and it highlighted the sensual nature of what Mitch was witnessing. He could see the lube drenched hair surrounding Darrin's distended hole and watched with fascination as Darrin's ass lips turned in and out as the invading dildo moved through his sphincter. Mitch groped himself harder as he watched Darrin's hairy ass air humping as he thrust the dildo in faster. 

Mitch moved closer, his face a study in lust as he heard the wet plop of Darrin sliding the dildo from his hole. Mitch almost drooled as he saw Darrin's stretched and swollen pucker convulse over and over again from the invading toy. Mitch realized that Darrin was about to turn over. Moving to the foot of the bed he stood and fondled himself, a half smile on his face in anticipation of the fun that was about to happen. He watched as Darrin flipped himself over, his rock hard cock waving above his stomach, the dripping dildo clenched in one hand. Darrin spotted Mitch standing at the foot of the bed and froze.

"Oh fuck! Shit! Mitch, I'm so sorry. Oh goddamn. I didn't think you'd be home today."

"Darrin."

"Oh fuck, Mitch. I know what you think. Shit."

"Darrin."

Darrin tried to cover himself but failed miserably. His face showed his panic. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I can't believe this . . ."

"Darrin!"

Finally Darrin looked at Mitch, a look of terror on his face.

"I'm bigger than that," said Mitch.

"Huh? What?"

Mitch pointed at the dildo still in Darrin's hand, "I'm bigger than that. Maybe we could get one of those kits and make you a dildo from my cock." Mitch had continued rubbing his swollen dick through the whole conversation.

"Make. From. Really!?" stammered Darrin.

"Fuck yeah! You are smokin' hot right now. I can't think of a better welcome home than to watch you get off."

"You want me to . . .finish?" asked Darrin.

"Hell yeah! Look how horny you have me." Mitch tugged on his cock, the precum soaking through his dirty jeans.

Darrin had been missing Mitch all day and thought it would be another day before he got home. He'd decided some self-pleasure while he fanaticized about Mitch might make him feel better. When Mitch had walked in on him masturbating, Darrin was terrified that Mitch was going to be hurt and upset. But it seemed to be quite the opposite, his cock looked hot and hard. When Mitch said he wanted to watch, Darrin waited for the 'but', which never came. He could tell Mitch had left directly from the working pens from the sweat stains and grime that covered him. The riding chaps he was wearing were a turn on for Darrin as they framed his bulging package with worn leather. Darrin could only image how hot Mitch's bare ass might look in them. As Mitch moved closer Darrin could smell the clean scent of sweat, leather and man that almost instantly put the steel back in his erection. He relaxed against the bed and enjoyed the view as Mitch worked his cock. Darrin moved the dildo back to his hole, rubbing it slowly. He watched Mitch; his breath came in gasps as he pushed the dildo slowly into his gut until the rubber scrotum was tight against his ass. 

He moved slowly down the bed until his face was inches from Mitch's moving hand. The odor was much stronger. Mitch was definitely ripe, but it was turning Darrin on at an incredible level. Darrin moved to bite Mitch's cock, but Mitch dodged him and smiled.

"Oh no, college. I want to watch. You start chewing on my cock and I'm going to explode."

Mitch grabbed a chair and moved it close. Spreading his legs he propped his boots up on the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants, pulling his swollen cock through the fly.

"Here's some incentive, babe. You can get a good whiff of my cock now."

Darrin smiled and spread his legs until he could rest the bottoms of his bare feet against the bottom of Mitch boots. He watched Mitch and matched the thrusts of the dildo in time with the movement of Mitch's hand.

"Damn, you are sexy," said Darrin.

Mitch laughed, "Babe, I can't image anything hotter than you right now. I want so bad to grab you and fuck you silly!"

"Why don't you?" said Darrin with a smile.

"Some things are worth waiting for," said Mitch with a smile.

Darrin grinned in acknowledgement and then plunged the dildo inside him. He was soon lost in the feelings he was giving to himself. It made it even hotter that Mitch was watching. He lost track of time as he frigged his ass with the rubber toy while caressing himself with the other hand. Grabbing the lube, he squirted it over his chest. His slick hand ran over the twitching muscles. His hard aching nipples got particular attention, rubbing and twisting them with his slick fingers. 

Darrin shifted position until he was crouching over the dildo. Looking into Mitch's eyes, Darrin began sitting down on the fake cock. Mitch ran his tongue over his lips as Darrin buried its entire length inside himself. Darrin paused, enjoying the fullness, and then came up slowly. Closing his eyes Darrin started working the plastic toy like he never had before. As the pressure built he grabbed his cock and started stroking while he frantically rode the dildo. Soon his head was thrown back as the sperm shot from his balls. Darrin shoved his hips against the bed, burying the dildo as ropes of cum shot from his throbbing dick. Remembering his audience he opened his eyes in time to see the first shot hit Mitch in the crotch, and the second only a little lower. As the rest of his ball juice spilled onto the bed Darrin smiled at the look of lust on Mitch's face. Collapsing, Darrin let his body slowly expel the dildo, enjoying the wet slurp as it slid from his drilled ass.

Mitch was shocked at how horny Darrin's performance got him. When Darrin's cum had hit him in the nuts he'd almost shot his load. It was unbelievably arousing to watch his lover pleasure himself. But Mitch wanted more; he needed to be inside of Darrin. He stood suddenly, knocking over his chair in his haste. He looked at Darrin's face as he ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. He started to unbuckle his chaps when he heard a small sound from Darrin. He looked up to see Darrin again hard,

"What babe?"

"The chaps . . . please," whispered out Darrin.

Mitch grinned, enjoying the possibilities of this side of their lovemaking, "Just wait, lover."

Mitch frantically undressed, clothes flying over the room. Then Mitch watched Darrin as he put the chaps back on over his bare skin. Once the last leg strap was in place Mitch looked up at Darrin and smiled, flexing his pelvis forward, his dripping cock framed by his leather chaps, the front strap gliding through his full bush.

"How's that baby? Does that make you hot?"

"Oh shit. Fuck yeah! You are so fucking hot Mitch," said Darrin, he then licked his lips and almost quietly asked, "Turn around. Please. Oh fuck I bet your ass is hot in them."

Mitch smiled and turned around. He turned his head to look at Darrin and then flexed his ass, making Darrin's cock jump and slap his stomach. Just to tease him further he bent forward and reached back, with his hands clamped on his cheeks he spread them wide as Darrin gasped.

"Maybe if you're good I'll let you fuck my ass in the chaps sometime. Would you like that, baby?"

"Oh fuck. Hell yes! Damn you are sexy," Darrin almost yelled.

With that Mitch moved across the bed. Grabbing Darrin by the ankles, he lifted his legs; letting his hands slide down the back of them until they stopped at Darrin's knees. Mitch pressed them forward until Darrin's red swollen hole was exposed. Moving close, Mitch pressed his dripping cock against it and shoving forward until he was buried balls deep in Darrin's ass.

"Oh god Mitch!" Darrin almost laughed, "You're right, you are bigger."

Mitch smiled and pulled back, then flexed his hips and buried his cock inside Darrin again. Mitch soon reached a fast rhythm; pounding the ass he was buried in, enthralled in the hot, tight space that massaged his hard dick with each thrust. The rough leather of the chaps added another level of sensation. The combination of skin against skin and skin against leather left Mitch gasping with passion as his cock ripped into Darrin's ass. 

Quickly Mitch felt himself go over the edge as a massive orgasm enfolded him. His body was shaking as an unending cascade of waves of pleasure washed over his body. His body locked as it squeezed out the last cum from his nuts. When Mitch regained control of himself he looked down to see white cum seeping around his cock. He watched as the white flow slowly rolled down and then dripped on the bed. Looking up he saw Darrin watching him. He lowered Darrin's legs and then collapsed on the bed beside him. Mitch took his face in both hands and pressed his lips against Darrin's. 

"Thank you, baby. That was amazing. What a homecoming present."

"I thought you would be mad. But it was fucking hot. God you make me feel good," said Darrin.

Mitch caressed Darrin's face again and then raised himself on his elbow.

"Let's shower. I think I stink too much even for you," said Mitch.

Darrin smiled and lifted Mitch's arm, buried his face in his sweat drenched pit hair and his other hand running over the rough chaps. Mitch felt Darrin's wet tongue travel the length of his armpit and then his smiling face surfaced again.

"Nope, just the right amount of Mitch stink!" quipped Darrin.

Mitch chuckled, "Well come on, perv. I can't stand my own stink right now."



Darrin was sitting at his desk the next morning. Smiling as he recalled the three lovemaking sessions they had enjoyed since Mitch got back yesterday. Another hot one had started while they showered, with Darrin getting a shot at Mitch's ass. Then this morning they had taken care of the morning wood in a more - vigorous - way than normal. The combination had a shit-eating grin plastered on Darrin's face.

"Faggot!"

Somehow Darrin reacted much faster this time. He shot out of the door, to a surprising sight. Mitch was standing outside their office door with his arms crossed, staring at one of the other grad students.

"What's your fuckin' problem, Kevin?" said Mitch.

The tall blond between them looked for an escape route. Quickly realizing there wasn't one, he turned on Mitch.

"You're perverts! What you two do is just sick!" the trapped student screamed.

"How is what we do any of your business?" asked Darrin, trying to stay calm. What he wanted to do is beat this idiot until he'd never say shit like this again. But deep inside he knew it wouldn't work that way.

"God knows! And he is going to send you to hell!"

"Surely you can't be that fuckin' stupid, Kevin."

"It's a perversion of nature. Men shouldn't sleep with men! That's what it says." By now the confrontation was becoming loud and other grad students were starting to gather around them. Darrin felt a large hand on his shoulder. Glancing back he saw it was Gordy, who gave him a tense smile.

"What's a perversion is how some people twist the bible to their own feelings. If you really looked -" Mitch suddenly stopped when a small red-headed form slipped in front of him. It was Karen, Mitch knew her only peripherally. She and Darrin had a few classes together but that was about all that Mitch knew about her. He wasn't sure why she was wading in, or who's side. He watched as she took a deep breath, and turned on Kevin.

"Shut the fuck up, Boorman! Your problem has nothing to do with biblical issues. You are just fucking jealous. I've seen you checking out Mitch's ass. You're just making it evil because you can't face the fact that you are attracted to Mitch!"

Mitch watched as Kevin's face turned bright red, his mouth moved several times before he was able to speak.

"You stupid bitch! You don't know what the fuck you are talking about!"

Karen slapped him, with every ounce of strength in her small, muscular body. "That was for calling me a bitch. Want to try again!"

Kevin reeled, realizing that he'd managed to gather a very large group, none of who looked happy with him. His face contorted as he started to launch another tirade at the group,

"You're all fucked up! You are just liberal patsies for the gay agenda," Kevin shouted.

Mitch looked at him, a look of disbelief forming on his face. He then started laughing. "Liberal agenda? Shit, you are fucked up. Do you think marching orders are sent out once a week or something?"

Kevin focused on Mitch, almost snarling as he began another oratory, "Perverts! You are-"

Mitch stepped in close and put his face inches from Kevin's face, "So you want my ass? You been checking it out?"

Kevin stammered, unable to answer.

"You need to shut up now, Kevin."

Kevin glanced around the hallway, seeing the nods of agreement from the assembled students. Doubt began to replace the look of righteous indignation on his face. He turned to Mitch and Darrin and spit out,

"This isn't over!"

At that he turned and almost ran down the hallway and out of the building. The group watched him leave and then began to slowly move back to their offices or labs. Gordy squeezed Darrin's shoulder,

"Holler if you need me," said Gordy.

Darrin patted the gentle giant on the back.

"Thanks Gordy, we appreciate it."

"No problem. You guys are our closest friends, and we've been through this kind of shit before. It's nice to have someone backing you up."

Darrin nodded in acknowledgement as Mitch walked over to the two of them.

"Well that was fun, wasn't it," said Mitch.

Gordy laughed, "Oh yeah, they always are." With that he smacked Mitch on the back and walked back into the open lab door beside them.

Mitch wiggled his back and grimaced, "I wonder if he realizes that his slaps of support almost dislocate my spine."

Darrin laughed and then quieted as their defender, Karen, walked over. She stopped and then looked at both of them.

"Sorry about that . . ." she said.

"What are you sorry about? You were amazing!" said Darrin and Mitch nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, but it wasn't my fight. I should keep my mouth shut," Karen said as a smile lit up her face, "But then, I never was good at keeping my opinions to myself."




Wrangler Butts Ch. 07



"Well thanks. It's nice to see that not everyone agrees with Kevin," said Mitch.

"Kevin is a dangerous dumbass. His kind kills people," said Karen.

Darrin looked a little perplexed, "He's definitely a dumb ass, but I don't think he'd kill anyone."

Karen's face clouded up as she shook her head, "My brother is gay, got outted by someone he thought he could trust. People like Kevin were at him unmercifully, until he couldn't take it any longer and tried to kill himself. Fortunately he survived, but a lot of people don't."

Darrin glanced over at Mitch, trying to think what to say when he looked back Karen was looking directly into his eyes. She smiled, reached up and gently slapped his cheek.

"Relax cowboy, you don't need to fix anything."

Darrin heard a snicker come from Mitch as Karen turned to walk away without another word. Darrin followed Mitch back into their office and sat down heavily in the chair.

"Well, we know who the enemy is now," said Mitch.

"We know who one of them is . . ." said Darrin.



The semester started at a dead run, and never seemed to slow down for either of them. Since both were finishing their degrees in the same semester, it was frantic and tense at home. But Darrin didn't reach the level of paranoia that had ruled his orals. Dr. Koch was pushing Mitch to defend his dissertation well before the end of the semester, and it looked like he was going to make the deadline. Mitch and Koch agreed that he was ready; his thesis was in its final form and he set the defense a few days before spring break. Mitch was getting the paper copies of his thesis ready for those people on his committee who didn't want to deal with it as a digital copy. Setting down the stack of paper he looked over at Darrin.

"College, we're almost done."

Darrin stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Mitch. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. "Yes, yes we are. Only a few more weeks."

Mitch slowly and absent-mindedly straightened the already straight pages. "So, you've applied for jobs . . ."

"Yeah, you know I have. You proofed the applications for me."

"And you've gotten few calls."

"Yes. No on-campus interviews. But a few phone interviews."

"Ah huh," muttered Mitch.

Darrin got up and closed the door; walking back he leaned against Mitch's desk.

"What's on your mind?" asked Darrin.

"Well, we just haven't really talked about . . . us. After graduation."

"I thought we had, months ago."

"Oh, maybe so," Mitch said, turning to the task intensive stack of pages again, "Never mind then."

Darrin reached down and took Mitch's chin in his hand and turned his head so their eyes met. "I want you to come with me. I'll come with you if that's what you want, but I think you're going to have more job options than I will."

Darrin was shocked to see Mitch's body almost tremble with relief. Mitch, who never worried about this kind of stuff, had been almost in a panic over their relationship. Darrin leaned down and kissed Mitch gently,

"I want to grow old with you, Mitch. That's what I want."

Mitch looked up and smile, "Me too."



The day of his defense arrived, and Mitch was as ready as he knew how to be. His research, methods and analysis were rock solid, not that you could get away with anything else when you worked with Dr. Koch. He'd given the presentation to Darrin at least a dozen times, until Darrin had told him that he needed to relax a little. Mitch had resisted the urge to remind Darrin of how tense he was before his orals, but it was a near thing. As he watched people file in for the presentation he was glad to see a lot of friendly faces, like Gordy and Karen, and of course Darrin. After the incident at the beginning of the semester Karen had became good friends with the couple, and Gordy and Sam had been their go to hang out couple for months. A few other people that he didn't know as well also filed into the conference room.

As he scanned the crowd he was relieved to see Kevin was absent, but he did notice Kevin's advisor sitting in the corner. As the last few stragglers settled in, he began. Mitch spent the next hour talking about the work he had spent the previous two years completing. His mood buoyed up as he saw the nods of agreement and smiles of encouragement. He wrapped up with the significance of his results, then he opened the session to questions. There was the typical spattering of questions, all easily answered or explained. But as everyone was preparing to leave a voice came from the corner,

"I have questions on a few points, Mr. McRichards." Mitch glanced at the source of the voice to find Kevin's major professor, Richard Hand, flipping through pages of hand-written notes. As the rapid-fire questions began Mitch quickly realized that he was going to need to defend every point of his research, in great detail. It progressed to the point where even other faculty were sharing looks of disgust and it was readily apparently that this was a witch hunt. 30 minutes later the list of questions was exhausted and with a look of disgust Hand leaned back against the wall.

"Very well, I can find no errors in your research. But I find it inconsequential."

Mitch was at a loss for words, looking over at Dr. Koch he saw the older man's jaw clench and unclench. Koch caught Darrin's look and then slowly turned to look directly at the younger colleague, 

"Thank you for that – thorough - follow up, Dick. I can assure you that the journal article has been well received and the research applauded as new insight in the area." Widening his glance he continued, "I want to thank the rest of you for attending, and now it will be the committee only portion of the defense."

The room quickly emptied as people almost fled. Mitch glanced up as Dr. Hand walked by, getting a look of disgust in return. When the door closed behind the last person, the questions from the committee began. Mitch was actually shocked that it was more a friendly discussion than any type of intense review. He eventually realized that so far as the committee was concerned he had more than addressed any questions about his research and they were just killing time for appearance. They finally did ask him to leave the room for the final discussion, but they emerged only minutes later and congratulated him heartily.

Mitch marched up the stairs to their office and met Darrin coming to find him. 

"How did it go?" asked Darrin.

"Great! The committee part was a breeze. I passed!" Mitch said with a smile. He then made a dramatic flourish with his hands and grinned at Darrin, "You may now refer to me as Master Mitch."

Darrin looked at him for a second and then started laughing.

"Well, Master Mitch. Get your shit 'cause I have a trip planned for spring break. So hurry!"

"What? I can't. I have stuff to do that I can't leave," stammered Mitch.

"You can. And you will. Everything is taken care of."

"But, where?"

"Get your stuff and let's go. Maybe I'll tell you before we get there," said Darrin.



Mitch took in the South Padre Island resort as they drove to the entry. The valet opened the pickup door and Mitch struggled to keep from snickering. He didn't think many of the people staying here were driving little ass pickups, or any kind of pickup for that matter. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with the people carrying in his bags either, but he was trying to cope. When he looked at Darrin there was an equally perplexed look on his face, which made Mitch feel better. But they were guided through the process by the hotel staff and soon found themselves being ushered into the suite Darrin had reserved for their stay. The bellhop put their bags in a corner, briefly pointed out the facilities and then quietly left.

"Holy crap! This is way too expensive, babe," said Mitch.

"Don't worry about it. I already have it all paid for. I wanted a really special trip for when you passed your defense," said Darrin.

"How?" Mitch glanced around the large suite. "This place must be costing a fortune." 

Darrin looked a little embarrassed and looked down. "No big deal. I just saved a little at a time."

Mitch cocked one eyebrow and looked at him. "What did you do to save extra money?"

"Well," stalled Darrin while Mitch stared intently at him, "I might have sold plasma . . ."

"Seriously!" cried Mitch, "Is that what the continual elbow wrap was really covering?"

Darrin looked up sheepishly. "Yeah. You gonna be pissed at me now?"

Mitch looked at him, paused, and then let out a laugh. "I'm not sure how I can be mad at someone for selling his blood to get me a great vacation." Mitch walked over and wrapped his arms around Darrin and pulled them together. He reached up and kissed Darrin gently.

"Thank you, babe. This is wonderful."

Darrin beamed with the acknowledgement. "I'm glad you like it. I wanted something special for you."

Mitch pressed against him, pinning Darrin against the wall. "You are so sexy and hot." He ran his hands over Darrin's chest. Finding the bottom of his shirt Mitch pulled it up and over Darrin's head. His hands roamed Darrin's tight chest, thrilling in the feeling of hot man under his hands. His fingers found Darrin's nipples and he began rubbing them as he kissed down the side of Darrin's neck.

"Oh yeah, that's so good," said Darrin.

"Oh that's just the preview, babe"

Mitch sank to his knees, unzipping Darrin's jeans and fishing out his swelling cock. He lifted it, enjoying its weight, and stuck his tongue against the base, then made a slow swipe up its length. As he arrived at the glans he drilled the tip of his tongue into Darrin's leaking slit. 

"Oh fuck, yeah. God you make me feel so good," moaned Darrin.

Mitch smiled to himself and repeated the movement, over and over he moved up the length of flesh. Soon it was hard as a rock and leaking copious amounts of clear liquid. Mitch moved slightly, took the head in his mouth and started moving down its length. As he began pistoning up and down its length, Darrin's moans become louder with each pass. Turning his head slightly he plunged down again, relaxing his throat until his lips were buried in Darrin's bush.

"Oh fuck! You took it all! Goddamn!"

Darrin grabbed his head and started face fucking him. Mitch gripped Darrin's denim covered ass with both hands as he enjoyed the skull fucking Darrin was giving him. Soon Mitch felt the cock in his mouth expand and Darrin's thrusts become more erratic. Knowing that Darrin was about to lose his load, Mitch buried the cock in his throat again.

"Shit!" screamed Darrin.

Darrin's cock started pumping out a massive load of man cream. His body shook as his balls emptied of their stored up juice. Mitch swallowed each jet as it filled his mouth, but some leaked from his lips as he tried to stay on the wildly bucking cock. When Darrin's jabs became less frantic Mitch let most of the hard dick slide out until he could drain the rest of Darrin's load from the source. Once he was satisfied that he had nursed the last drop, Mitch released it with a satisfying pop.

Darrin slowly lowered himself, joining Mitch on his knees. He put his hands on both sides of Mitch's face and then pulled him into a hard kiss. Drawing back he relished the slight tang of semen left by the kiss.

"My turn to get you off, stud," said Darrin.

Mitch shook his head, "No, I want to wait. Let the pressure build a little."

Darrin looked at him carefully. "You want to wait? You sure?"

Mitch chuckled and kissed Darrin again, "Yes, and no there is nothing wrong. You'll see when I nail your ass later."

Darrin smiled, "Umm, I love ass nailings."

Mitch laughed and started to stand up, pulling Darrin with him. "Come on and get on your swim suit. I want to go swimming."



Several hours later the pair burst back into the room, popping towels at each other, the relaxing warm sun having worked its wonders on their tension. Mitch got a particularly good snap against Darrin's ass, resulting in a retaliatory grab and them landing in a heap on the bed. Mitch's response; to tickle Darrin until he was gasping for air. Soon they fell against each other, a sweaty pile of exhausted men.

"Damn, I need a shower. I smell like coconut and sweat," said Mitch.

Darrin pushed up Mitch's arm and inhaled deeply, "I don't smell much coconut here!"

Mitch laughed and pushed him away. "You goof! Come on, let's clean up."

Mitch crawled off the bed and stripped off his damp swim trunks. Knowing Darrin was watching he made sure to bend deep to open his ass crack. He glanced back and saw Darrin staring.

"See anything you like, sailor?"

"Yeah I do!" said Darrin with a smirk.

Mitch walked toward the bathroom with a wiggle in his hairy ass. As he walked through the doorway, he froze. After a few seconds he turned and looked at Darrin.

"Ah, babe. Have you been in here yet?"

"No, why what's wrong?" said Darrin.

"Oh, nothing's wrong. Actually it's very, very right. Come look."

Darrin got up and walked across the room. When he entered the bathroom, he pivoted his head to take it all in and then let out a low whistle.

"Holy crap!"

They both smiled as they surveyed the huge room. From the veined marble floor, to the enormous tub for two, the room was amazing. But what caught both their eyes was the large walk-in shower. It was easily large enough for four people, much less the two of them. The shower walls were covered with nozzles and spray heads. They walked over and gently popped open the glass door and Mitch stepped inside. After a few seconds he had a cascade of water spraying at him from all sides. Darrin watched and licked his lips in anticipation as he watched Mitch's body hair matt down under the steady stream of water. Mitch reached over and pulled him into the enclosure and closed the door behind them.

"What do you think, babe? Isn't this whole setup fuckin' hot?" said Mitch.

"Oh hell yeah. I love it."

Mitch reached down and groped Darrin through his trunks. Darrin's head snapped back as Mitch's work roughened hands clamped down on his swelling cock. Mitch started nipping and licking down his neck. Soon Darrin was rock hard again as was evident by the tent in the front of his swimsuit. Mitch smiled and gripped both sides of the suit and slowly pulled it down. The heavily veined top of Darrin's dick was slowly revealed as Mitch lowered the shorts inch by delicious inch. As he released the final bit of glans holding it inside the drenched fabric, his dick sprang up in an arc that ended with a satisfying smack against Darrin's stomach. Reaching around he grabbed Darrin's ass cheeks and started mashing them in his muscular hands. 

"You know. I haven't shot my load yet, lover. I think I wanna tap this tight ass of yours," said Mitch.

Darrin shuddered as Mitch's thick finger slid into his butt. Unable to speak he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Finally able to talk, he gasped out,

"Yes. Hell yes! I'd love that."

Mitch turned Darrin, pressing him against the glass. As the water streamed over them, Mitch opened Darrin's ass again and watched as his pink pucker convulsed in anticipation. Mitch rubbed his finger over the pulsing opening a few time and then buried his face between Darrin's cheeks and started feasting on man ass.

"Oh hell! Eat it, Mitch. Fucking eat my hole!"

Mitch dove in, his tongue worming its way inside of Darrin, only to withdraw and wiggle against his reddening taint. Time stood still as Mitch thoroughly and completely explored the recesses of Darrin's ass. Moving back he let the tip of his finger slide into Darrin as he looked around for something to lube his lover.

"Babe, I gotta grab some lube."

"Nooo," moaned Darrin. "Just fuck me!"

Mitch looked up dubiously, "You sure? I don't want to rip your ass up."

Darrin shook his head, "No, fuck me. I need you inside me. Now!"

With that Mitch moved into position, rubbing his granite hard dick over Darrin's distended hole and he began pushing forward. Reaching around he played with Darrin's nipples as he slowly sank deep into Darrin's gut. Darrin had moved during the invasion until his body was pressed hard against the glass.

"Oh! Fuck! Damn you're big!" cried Darrin.

"You want me to stop? I don't want to hurt you, babe."

"No. Do it! Fuck me."

Mitch pulled out, feeling his cock drag across Darrin's prostate. Mitch watched his lover shudder as he sawed back and forth over his g-spot. Soon Mitch was ratcheting up the thrusts. Both of them were far beyond anything more than grunts and moans as their bodies melded into a delicious union of man sex. Mitch shifted slightly and hit his lover's prostate hard.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hell!" screamed Darrin as his body started shaking. 

His ass clamped down on Mitch's dick as he ejaculated over the glass. Mitch seized his hips in a death grip and started pounding his ass. He knew it wouldn't take much more and he would unload too. Just as Darrin collapsed against the glass, Mitch's body reached its zenith and exploded. Mitch luxuriated in the feelings of orgasm that overwhelmed him. His pelvis pressed hard against Darrin and his body shuddered as stream after stream of white-hot man cream filled Darrin. With a grunt and a final thrust the last of Mitch's semen was deposited deep in Darrin's gut. Holding his lover tight in his arms he fought to regain his breath.

"Damn, that was amazing," said Darrin with a wistful sigh.

"Oh yeah," said Mitch breathlessly. "That was amazing!"

Mitch started pumping in slightly as his cock remained at full staff. Darrin winced though and Mitch froze.

"What's wrong, babe?" asked Mitch.

Darrin moved and then Mitch could feel him tense again. Darrin looked back with an odd look on his face.

"You know the whole 'just fuck me and forget the lube' thing," said Darrin.

Mitch got a smirk on his face, "Yeah, I seem to recall that."

"Yeah. Well, fucking in a shower with no lube, leaves the fuckee sore."

"Yeah, I seem to remember that myself. Hang on, there's no painless way to do this . . ." Mitch bucked his hips back, removing himself from Darrin's torn ass. Darrin flinched and then his body visibly relaxed.

"Sorry Mitch. I thought it sounded hot. And obviously I enjoyed it!" Darrin motioned to the whitewashed glass wall. "But afterwards . . ."

Mitch laughed and squeezed Darrin tight in his arms. "It'll be fine in a few days. Come on, let's enjoy this hot shower and then go find somewhere great to eat, my treat."



Several days and innumerable lovemaking sessions later, Darrin and Mitch walked through the door to the suite. Moving into the shower they started rinsing off the salt from their swim. After a few seconds they both dropped their suits to the floor and started taking turns washing each other. This had become a relaxing activity they both enjoyed. Mitch rubbed the soap-coated cloth over Darrin's back and smiled.

"I'm going to miss this shower," said Mitch.

"Yeah, somehow the tiny tub/shower combo in our house isn't going to be the same."

Darrin took the cloth from Mitch and started working on his back. He loved the smooth tight skin and Mitch's hairy ass as he carefully cleaned him. With a last swipe across Mitch's ass he handed the washcloth to Mitch and rinsed off.

"Take your time finishing up. I'm turning into a prune from all the time in the water," said Darrin.

Mitch nodded, passingly considering it odd that Darrin had gotten out so quickly but didn't dwell on it. He did take his time and enjoyed the shower. He stepped out and grabbed one of the thick, white towels and walked into the bedroom. Immediately he stopped as he glanced around the room. Darrin had turned off all the lights, the only illumination coming from several small candles surrounding the bed. Darrin walked from a darkened part of the room, dressed only in a black jockstrap that looked amazingly hot on him. Mitch drank in his body through his eyes. He moved closer and took the towel from Mitch, without a word he carefully finished drying Mitch's body. Once he was satisfied that Mitch was completely dry, he led him to the bed. Mitch noticed a number of bottles of massage oil as they moved closer and smiled at the possibilities. Darrin pulled him close and kissed his lips gently,




Wrangler Butts Ch. 07



"Lay down, baby. I want to make you feel good tonight," said Darrin.

Mitch willingly lay on the bed, his face buried in the pillows as he relaxed. He heard one of the bottles snap open and the unmistakable scent of cinnamon filled the air. Soon he felt Darrin's oil-coated hands on his neck. Darrin started the wonderful session, covering Mitch with oil and worked on each muscle. Mitch relaxed and was able to do little more than moan and enjoy the attention he was getting. Eventually Darrin moved to his ass and began coating it with oil too. The slight spice of the oil sent a small jolt through Mitch as Darrin dipped into his crack, rubbing warm oil over his pucker. Darrin focused on his butt and thighs for several delicious minutes before moving lower. By the time Darrin reached his feet, his body was drenched in oil, the scent of spices and pheromones were heavy in the air. When Darrin started to work on his feet, Mitch groaned even louder.

"Oh shit! That feels amazing. You now have a lifetime job giving me foot massages," said Mitch through a moan.

"That can be arranged, lover. That can be arranged. Now turn over, and I'll do your front."

Mitch slowly turned over, his cock protruding rigidly from his crotch, a glistening strand of precum trailing from its tip to his thigh. Darrin worked up his legs, coating them and enjoying the sexy dark hair that matted down and swirled with each pass of his hands. He worked upward until he almost touched Mitch's low-hanging nuts, and then stopped.

"I think we'll save the best for last," said Darrin.

With that he moved to the head of the bed, rubbing Mitch's temples and then down his neck and shoulders. As he emptied the bottle over Mitch's chest, Darrin enjoyed the feeling of wet oil coating Mitch's furry chest. He spent several long minutes rubbing oil over the turgid nipples he found. He moved slightly lower, and then jumped as he felt Mitch bite at his cock through the jock.

"Oh no you don't," said Darrin as he moved out of reach.

He moved to the side, finishing his massage with a light rub across Mitch's flat stomach. He twisted, getting another bottle and started working over Mitch's cock and balls. The slick oil matted down Mitch's dense bush, making his erection look even larger. Darrin let Mitch's slick nuts roll between his fingers, enjoying the heft of them in his hand. Moving to the looming erection, Darrin slathered thick gel over it until it looked like it was iced. With that final action, Darrin lay beside Mitch and rubbed his chest.

"How was that? Did I do alright on the massage?" said Darrin.

Mitch smiled and caressed his face, "Babe, you always do great. And this was really amazing."

"I think I want a little ride, cowboy. What do you think?" 

"Fuck yeah!" 

Darrin slid down Mitch's torso, kissing and caressing him as they went. Once he had moved low enough he straddled Mitch, resting his ass on Mitch's pelvis. Reaching back he gripped the base of Mitch's coated cock and aimed it at his hole. As he felt the hot and slick kiss of Mitch's dick against his butt, he slammed his hips downward, taking its full length into him in one hard thrust.

"Oh fucking hell! That feels amazing!" gasped out Darrin.

"Oh baby, goddamn! Ride it, stud. Ride my big, thick cock."

Mitch watched as Darrin paused, and then started sliding up and down Mitch's length. His eyes closed as Mitch's cock explored the depths of Darrin's ass, firing all of his pleasure centers. Soon Darrin's back was arched and his head back as he pleasured himself. Mitch caressed as much of Darrin as he could reach. The super slick surface of his cock was causing desire to flare through his system. As he watched his man riding him, Mitch also felt a gush of affection and love, realizing he couldn't imagine his life without Darrin. Quickly, his attention was drawn back to the primal display happening on his lap.

Darrin relished the wet slick feeling as his man's dick slid into him. Once he adjusted to Mitch's girth he started riding him with wild abandon. His breath came in gasps as his body tingled with arousal. Soon his entire focus was on his ass and how wonderful Mitch felt inside it. The effect built until Darrin was covered with a sheen of sweat, his head thrown back and his hands braced behind him. Impaling himself over and over the feelings of passion flooded his body. His cock whipped up and down in time with his thrusts, his prostate assaulted with Darrin controlling the pounding it was getting. His drooling cock was leaving trails of precum like a fine liquid web. The massage had his system on sexual overload. Too soon his body started the erratic movements signally his impending orgasm. He felt Mitch scrape against the interior of his body one last time, firing off the beginning of his orgasm.

Mitch enjoyed watching Darrin pleasure himself. The erotic performance was beautiful and extremely hot. Darrin looked like a contortionist in the position he had settled into and Mitch loved the way his hard cock was moving almost independently of its master. Mitch felt his cock ram against Darrin's prostate and saw his body tense in response. Darrin impaled himself completely and then started slow gyrations on Mitch's crotch, his eyes closed and his body tense. The first rope of cum shot out of his deep red cock, hitting Mitch in the face. Mitch smiled and ran his tongue over his lips for a taste of his lover's essence. The second ribbon of man cream smacked against the underside of his chin. Mitch threw his arms over his head, willing his own orgasm to delay while he enjoyed the scene before him. Darrin grunted with each contraction as his body emptied of his built up passion. As the last squirt issued from Darrin's cock, his body relaxed and he slid backward until he was laying with his head between Mitch's knees and his feet on either side of his chest. Looking around at their strange configuration he laughed,

"Damn, how did I get here?" 

"I don't know, but I know what's about to happen," said Mitch.

Mitch moved quickly, his cock never leaving Darrin's hole as he surged forward, almost folding his lover in half. He grabbed Darrin's ankles and spread his legs, rubbing his oil-slicked chest against Darrin's legs. Bracing himself on the bed, he curled Darrin into position and began unleashing his lust on Darrin's ass. Slamming his entire body against him, Mitch thrust only a few times before he felt the familiar tingle in his nuts. Mitch tensed, grinding against Darrin's ass, but his delaying tactic was fruitless. He exploded with a growl, his body pulsing as he filled Darrin with his seed. Delicious waves of desire flowed through his body as he emptied his nuts. With his body's last convulsion, he collapsed on top of Darrin.

After a short recovery time, Mitch looked up at Darrin and sighed.

"God that was good. You're fucking amazing."

Darrin chuckled, "Glad you enjoyed it. I sure had a great time."

The two lay on top of each other until the air conditioning began to feel cold flowing over their fluid coated bodies. Mitch kissed the bottom of Darrin chin and began to move.

"I think we have another shower in our near future," said Mitch.

"Yeah, but I don't think I can to the post game party again."

Mitch laughed, "Come on you goof!" and pulled Darrin to his feet and to the shower.



Wrangler Butts Ch. 08



It was more difficult than usual to get back into the college grind after their amazing spring break trip. Darrin had seen Kevin a few times, but that was to be expected as they did work in the same building. But there had been no repeat of the gay bashing incidences so they hoped that was behind them. The work was piling up for them both, but Darrin was feeling the pressure more than Mitch since his dissertation defense was coming up shortly. While Darrin didn't at all resent the time spent on their trip, it had used up some of what he would have spent getting ready. But he'd done a few late nights, finished his writing and given copies of the dissertation to his committee, which unfortunately included Richard Hand. Darrin was expecting a repeat performance of the bashing Hand did during Mitch's defense. But this time he could make life much more difficult since he was actually on Darrin's committee. 

Darrin was tapping his pencil against the desk as he contemplated the scenarios of his defense. After a few minutes Mitch stopped what he was doing and glanced over at Darrin. He rolled over in his office chair until he could lean in close.

"Wanna blowjob?" whispered Mitch.

"What?" said Darrin, startled from his daze.

"Let me be more specific," said Mitch with a smile in his voice. "Do you want me to take my hot tongue, slather it all over your hard cock and balls until you shoot your load down my throat?"

Darrin moved uncomfortably. His cock was rapidly inflating at the idea of Mitch servicing him, but here in the office? Darrin looked out the doorway, and then looked back at Mitch.

"What if someone catches us?"

Mitch scooted closer and ran his hand up the inside of Darrin's thigh. "Who would catch us? It's after midnight. We're probably the only ones left in the building." Mitch reached over and pushed the door shut. He knelt in front of Darrin, running his hands up and down the inside of his muscular legs. Mitch moved closer and closer to Darrin's package, clearly seeing the growing bulge that was Darrin's cock. Reaching up he gripped it through the tight denim and squeezed, causing Darrin to let out a low moan. 

"Shhh, we won't get caught. But you still have to be quiet!" whispered Mitch urgently. He opened one of Darrin's desk drawers and pulled out the spare t-shirt he knew was kept there in case Darrin needed to change. "Here, you can bite down on this if you need to," said Mitch. Darrin nodded his acquiescence.

Mitch moved again, this time taking Darrin's zipper and slowly pulling it down. Darrin's cock arched obscenely as it strained to escape from the fabric confines. Another small whimper leaked from Darrin's lips as Mitch ran a finger over the cloth-encased penis. Mitch chuckled and leaned forward, pushing the shirt against Darrin's mouth. This time Darrin opened his mouth and slid the shirt between his teeth, clamping down to silence his moans of pleasure.

Mitch sat back and began massaging Darrin through his jock. This one was a grey color that Mitch liked, particularly as the wet spot marking the end of Darrin's cock grew in size. After a few minutes of kneading, Darrin was thrusting against Mitch's callused hands. Mitch reached inside and fished out Darrin's nuts and cock. Wrapping his fist around the bottom of Darrin's scrotum, Mitch flipped his balls up like an ice cream cone, and proceeded to lick them with long wet strokes. 

Darrin bit down as Mitch slathered his nuts with his hot tongue. Soon the saliva was dripping off his testicles and Darrin was panting into the t-shirt. Mitch released Darrin's nuts and watched with a smile as they snapped up against his hard shaft. Mitch pulled Darrin's cock to his lips and kissed it softly. Running his tongue around the head, he teased Darrin with the sensations. He slowly started jacking the shaft while drilling the tip of his tongue into Darrin's piss slit. 

Darrin moaned into the cloth, his hips thrusting as Mitch brought him closer to exploding. Mitch grabbed Darrin's nuts, pulled them down tight and tugged on them. At the same time he sank Darrin's throbbing cock into his throat. Driving himself onto his lover's cock again and again he felt the familiar tremor of Darrin's orgasm begin. Mashing his face against Darrin's pelvis, he felt fingers grip his head as Darrin flooded his throat with hot cum. Darrin growled through the shirt as his orgasm rolled over him. Mitch relaxed and let Darrin control the action until his muscles started to release. When Darrin let go of his head, Mitch let the cock slip out until he could nurse the last drops from the deflating cock. Mitch sat back on his heels as he licked the last drops of cum from his lips. As he leaned forward for a last lick, they both heard a key slide into the lock.

Mitch launched himself toward his chair, wiping his face as he did to erase any evidence of what they had been doing. Darrin didn't have time to tuck himself back in his pants, so he rammed himself under his desk and hoped for the best. Both men were trying to not look guilty as the door swung open.

"Hey guys, how's it hangin'?" said the custodian in greeting.

Mitch relaxed slightly, glad that at least it wasn't one of the faculty.

"Hey Tim, just workin'. You know how it is with grad students, we're always burnin' the midnight oil," said Mitch as he tried remain calm.

"Yup, yup. I hear ya. It's a lot of work." Tim grabbed their trashcan and dumped it into his container. Moving a little further into the room to put it back, Mitch heard him sniff. Tim looked at first Mitch, and then Darrin, and a broad smile crossed his face. Nodding he said, "Might wanna grab an air freshener for in here. Smells a little funky. Don't want my two favorite grad students to have a funky smellin' office. No, no, no." Tim waved as he walked down the hall, whistling softly and Mitch could have sworn he heard a soft laugh drifting down the hall too.

Once the steps had receded, Darrin reached under the desk and quickly tucked himself back in his jock and zipped up. He glanced over at Mitch, who still looked pretty pale himself.

"Too close, and it could have been someone much worse who walked in on us," said Darrin.

"Yeah. Shit, that was close. I think he knew too."

Darrin finally had to laugh, "You think!" He pulled out from under his desk, to reveal a three inch wide wet spot on his jeans. "I can't image why he would be smelling fresh jizz in this room."

Mitch laughed too, stretching, his muscles rippling under the fitted t-shirt. His pit hair starting to escape as the sleeves slid down, his stomach just appearing with the great whorl of dark hair around his navel. Darrin smiled to remember when he was trying to catch fugitive glimpses of what he could stare at openly now. 

Mitch dropped his arms and saw the smile on Darrin's face. "What're you grinnin' about?"

"Just how incredibly sexy you are, and how lucky I am to have snagged you."

Mitch snorted and smacked Darrin softly on the shoulder, "Come on. Let's go home. It's obviously too late for you to be out."

Darrin chuckled and gathered up his stuff and followed Mitch out the door. As he closed the door he smiled at the fun they had just had, even if he never wanted to be that close to being caught in the middle of having sex ever again. He watched Mitch's tight ass as they went down the hall. Knowing that Mitch still had a load he hadn't deposited, he smiled at the fun they would have before they finally would collapse into bed.



Darrin couldn't believe the day of his defense was already here. Mitch had headed off a lot of the paranoid behavior by telling Darrin he would take care of all the extras and getting the conference room ready. This time Darrin knew he could depend on Mitch and let him take over. With all that had happened since last summer Darrin was also much better at deciding what was important enough to stress over, and what was minor details. Almost having the love of your life walk out the door would do that to most people. 

He looked at the clock, 15 minutes to go. He decided he could spend it making sure that everything was working like it should. Gathering up all his materials and his presentation, he walked to the conference room. When he came in, Mitch was finishing up the snack cart. Mitch glanced up and smiled, which Darrin returned. Darrin pushed in his USB drive and turned on the computer projection. As the station booted, Darrin saw the wallpaper for the computer, and froze. Tiled across the entire screen was "faggot", over and over again. Darrin tried to change the background, but discovered it was password restricted. He was beginning to panic when he felt a presence at his side. Glancing up he saw that Sam, Gordy's partner, was standing beside him.

"Move, I can fix it," said Sam.

Darrin scrambled out of the way and watched Sam's fingers fly over the keys. In only a few seconds he had wiped the offensive wallpaper and brought back one of the innocuous defaults. He patted Darrin on the shoulder and moved back to his seat beside Gordy.

Slightly shaken, Darrin spent a few minutes running through everything and was thankful to find no more rude surprises. His presentation began smoothly and Darrin soon settled in to explaining the work. His pacing was perfect and he thoroughly covered all facets of the research. Once he finished, he was able to answer all the questions that were asked. As the audience filed out of the room, Darrin got several congratulatory pats on the back, including one from Mitch. As the last person left and the door closed he turned to face his committee, which included Dr. Richard Hand.

The initial questions, while technically intricate, were not anything unexpected. They threaded through his research for quite some time, looking at the nuances of his work but the responses he gave answered their questions. He saw Hand leaning forward and knew the torrent was about to begin. After what he had done to Mitch, Darrin had expected an unreasonable analysis of his work and even had prepared to address the question of the validity of his work. But the track Hand took surprised everyone in the room.

"Mr. Anderson, why do you want this degree? Where do you think someone with your proclivities will find employment? Surely you realize that you will not find a job in agricultural academia. If you are going to end up as do most of your ilk, working in a bookstore or as a hair stylist, why would you force us to endure this spectacle?"

Darrin stared in disbelief, of all the scenarios of attack that Hand might choose; this was one he had never envisioned. His eyes bored into the weasel before him as he struggled to craft a reply. 

"Surely, Dr. Hand, you are not saying that my sexual orientation will stop me from getting a job in academia," said Darrin in disbelief.

"Oh no, not all of academia. I'm sure in Art or Theatre the gay find jobs. But what would you do in agriculture. I mean, no one will trust you in Extension. You might be dealing with children. Your research will be tainted because of your worldviews. So why are you wasting our time?" said Hand.

Darrin was flabbergasted. He really couldn't believe the poisonous drivel coming out of Hand's mouth. How can you answer someone whose views are so severely skewed? Darrin knew from the beginning this wasn't going to be a reasonable conversation. What he wanted to do was jump the table and beat the shit out of this monster, or at the very least tell him exactly what he thought. But he knew this probably wouldn't be the last time he would have to defend himself, and he needed to handle it professionally. Either way, he'd be damned if he was going to let Hand's allegation go unchallenged.

Darrin began, "Dr. Hand, I'm appalled. You have hit almost every stereotype and insinuated that gay men are all pedophiles. I find it insulting beyond my ability to articulate. 

You question my worldviews, but you are endorsing dangerous prejudices that diminish people. There is no shame in people working as hair stylists or in a bookstore, but to say that I can't do my job because of my sexual orientation, that's an affront. I have top scores in all my coursework in both my masters and PhD. I've presented my research at numerous national meetings, to very favorable reviews by the leading experts in my field.

My partner and I have helped with numerous Extension events, some with children. Of all your comments, I find this the most horrendously disgusting. You would insinuate that we'd hurt children. But it's people like you who drive the suicide rate in gay youth to four times that of their heterosexual peers. So, Dr. Hand, it's your rhetoric that's killing people with its ignorance and helping to cause what some would call an epidemic in gay teen suicide. You're endorsing the bullies who drive those kids to kill themselves because you make it impossible to deal with the guilt of being different. My sister was recently involved in a tragic case that left a 13 year old child dead and a family and community reeling. That you would have the audacity to slander myself and my partner in such a way. . ." Darrin lifted his hands to indicate in inability to articulate his feelings adequately.

Dr. Hand gave a viperous smile to the room, "Oh come now, Mr. Richards. It's common knowledge that homosexuals are largely sexual predators. If you stay in academia you will become one of the insipid hormone driven men who lurk in certain men's restrooms trying to lure in innocent college students. Your kind simply cannot be allowed to infest academia any further than you already have. If we limit you people's influence to those areas already infested with you, then perhaps we can save society."

Darrin was furious. This man was a psychotic gay basher. The carefully maintained veneer of civility he had been trying so hard to maintain evaporated in the heat of his fury. He walked down the conference table until he was direct across the table from Hand, and released his fury.

"Your soul must be a shriveled pile of rotting shit. You're the kind of person who would throw the torch at a cross burning. Your kind has sought to repress anyone different through history, and killed millions in the process. You are supposed to be a scientist, but you wallow in ignorance. You manipulate people's fears and try to capitalize on them. You are an appalling waste of a human being. What a horrible mistake this university has made to allow you contact with those precious students who you say you are trying to protect.

You are simply morally derelict, Dr. Hand. And if you weren't so dangerous, I'd pity you. But like a rabid dog, you are a danger to everyone you come in contact with. 

I would happily explain all of my research in minute detail. But I will no longer debate my sexuality with you." Darrin folded his arms across his chest and glared down at the young faculty member. Hand leaned forward, readying a renewed attack, when a voice cracked across the room.

"Enough!" said Dr. Koch in a voice that popped like a 15-foot bullwhip. He looked at Hand and Darrin, his lips a hard line. Darrin was wondering if he had stepped over the line. Koch had been kind to he and Mitch over the past year, but Darrin was still not sure of its source. He was obviously furious, his flared nostrils and red face certain indicators. Finally, to Darrin's relief, he turned to Hand.

"You are too stupid to exist."

Hand rocked back, "What? What do you mean?"

"I mean just what I said you incredibly stupid little fuck! You aren't that good and you have just broken every anti-discrimination regulation this university has. You have directly attacked Mr. Richards solely in his sexual orientation. People as stupid as you shouldn't breed, they really shouldn't. And Richards' is right. How asinine of you to tell him that he could never make it in academia. You know as well as I do that some of our best researchers are gay," Koch paused and ran his hand over his face. Looking at the rest of the committee, who all looked at strained as Darrin. "We're done here. Hand, you are not tenured, even if you were I'm not sure you could survive a cluster fuck of this magnitude, but if I were you I'd start looking for other work." A small smirk leaked onto his face, "Maybe as a hair stylist . . . or in a bookstore."

Koch turned to Darrin. "You passed Richards. You passed the academic test, and unfortunately you got a huge dose of university politics. But you dealt with that well too. Go celebrate."

With that Koch closed his notebook and walked from the room, followed closely behind by the rest of the committee. Darrin grabbed his materials and left quickly too, leaving Hand staring at the conference table.



Mitch had been watching the clock. Darrin's defense was taking a lot longer than it should have. The nerves finally got to him and he started walking the hall, trying to catch Darrin as quickly as possible. A couple of people stopped to chat with him for a few minutes, and then moved on with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Just as he was turning for another trip down the hall, Mitch felt a huge hand grip his shoulder.

"Calm down, Mitch. Darrin will do fine. He has this stuff down cold," said Gordy.

Mitch turned with a smile to the large man behind him. "Yeah. I know Gordy. It's just been a lot longer than it should have."

"But you never know, they might have just be BS'ing and there is no problem."

"I know. I know. I'm being Darrin," said Mitch with a smile. Glancing down the hall he saw Darrin step out of the stairwell. "And there he is. Thanks Gordy!" Mitch slapped their friend on the shoulder and sprinted down the hallway to his lover. Once he was close enough, he couldn't tell how things had gone from Darrin's face. But it obviously wasn't a cakewalk.

"Hey, College . . ."

Darrin looked up and smiled, "Hey, Mitch."

"So spill it! How did it go?"

"Fine. I passed," said Darrin.

"But?"

"Hand came unhinged. Asked why I was bothering them to get a degree that I'd never be able to get a job in because I couldn't be trusted in Extension, because I might need to work with kids. And of course all gay men are pedophiles. And my research will be biased because of my 'worldview'. He dropped just about every damn stereotype there is. Basically tried to torpedo me based on the fact that I'm gay."

Mitch's face had morphed during Darrin's explanation. By the time he finished, Mitch was clenching his fists and looked ready to kill someone. "Where is the mother fucker! I'll beat the holy shit out of him and I don't fuckin' care! What a cock sucking bigot! Goddamn. Goddamn it!"

Mitch started for the door, intent on taking physical retribution. This was the most fucked up thing he'd ever heard of, and Hand was going to pay. As he moved to get past Darrin, he felt his arm being grabbed.

"No. It's handled. And without you going to jail," said Darrin, who smiled slightly. "Although I would love to see him spitting out his teeth once you finished with him."

"How has it been handled?" asked Mitch around clenched teeth.

"Well, I reamed him out pretty good. Pointed out what a poisonous snake he was," said Darrin.

"Ok, that's good," said Mitch with a nod, knowing now that Darrin did have a steel backbone now when needed.

"Oh, that's not the best part. Koch ripped him."

"Koch? Really? What did he do?"

"Well as I recall he started out by saying he was a waste of a human and had broken every anti-discrimination policy the university has, and finished by telling Hand that he should look for a new job."

"Really?" asked Mitch with a smile.

"Oh yeah. It was impressive. I see why Koch has the rep he does," said Darrin.

Mitch realized that the drama had sidetracked him from Darrin's important news. He grabbed Darrin and hugged him. "Congratulations, babe! You passed! You have your PhD."




Wrangler Butts Ch. 08



Darrin beamed back, the spectacle from the defense driven from his mind by the proud look on Mitch's face. "Well a few corrections in my dissertation, and a little paperwork before it's all done. But yes, I passed!"

Mitch let out a loud whoop and jumped onto Darrin. Wrapping his legs around Darrin's waist, he continued to yell at the top of his voice 'He passed! He passed!' until a few heads came out of office doors to see what was going on. Once they saw it was Mitch, a smile broke on each face before they dipped back out of sight.

After a few seconds that felt more like hours, Mitch jumped off Darrin and slapped him on the shoulder. "Come on babe! Sam and I planned a party for you and Gordy next week after his defense. But I'm taking you out for steak tonight."

With that they grabbed a few things from the office and headed out. The steak was the best Darrin could remember and Mitch practically bubbled with pride all night. Once they got home they shared a passionate night of lovemaking that left them both satisfied and even more deeply connected.



The week rolled by and, of course, Gordy passed easily. Hand was also on his committee, but Gordy relayed that he didn't ask a single question. Sam waited in the office with Mitch and Darrin, discussing the party he and Mitch had planned for the evening. When Gordy appeared at the door, quiet reserved Sam had a response almost as spectacular as Mitch the week before. After finalizing the evenings events, Sam practically dragged Gordy off for some private time. Darrin and Mitch were able to keep it together until after the couple left, in spite of the fact that Sam was practically pawing at Gordy's body.

Once they were out of ear shot Mitch snorted an explosive laugh. "Someone is going to be very happy in a few minutes," said Mitch. Glancing at Darrin he got an evil smile on his face, "And someone else is going to be very happy tonight too."

Darrin blushed slightly, but he knew Mitch had been planning something for after the party. In recent days several suspiciously unmarked packages had arrived for Mitch, which he had spirited off without opening. Darrin had no idea what Mitch had planned, but he was certain it would be amazing.



Mitch and Darrin circulated around the party, enjoying the food and visiting with their friends. Sam and Mitch had decided on a Texas style BBQ at Mitch and Darrin's house and invited their friends from the department, including a few select faculty. They enjoyed just getting time to relax. As they maneuvered from their latest group, Darrin noticed two men standing at the periphery, one smoking a foul smelling cigar. He grabbed Mitch's arm and nodded in their direction.

"It's Koch."

Mitch glanced over, confirming Darrin's observation. "Yeah, it is. Come on, let's say hi."

They moved over to the duo and nodded in greeting. "Hey, glad you could make it," said Mitch.

Koch blew out a cloud of smoke and frowned, "Yeah, not bad McRichards. Decent barbeque."

"Thanks Dr. Koch. I appreciate that," said Mitch.

Darrin had been staring at the other gentleman since they had walked up. Finally he realized where he recognized him.

"You're the guy, in the café!" blurted Darrin.

The older man chuckled and pushed back his cowboy hat. "Yup, that would be me."

"How did you get here? Who are you? How do you know Dr. Koch?" said Darrin as he tried to regain his equilibrium.

"Well I'm Lex, and I'm here with Will," he smiled and looked at Koch. "We went to college together. Actually you are responsible for me being here. From the business card you gave me. I knew Will had been here the last time I checked. When I looked, sure enough he was listed on the website. So I took a chance and sent him an email. And here I am!"

"Damn, Anderson. If this is how you greet everybody I see why you don't do more parties. For fuck sake, dial it down boy," said Koch.

Lex chuckled, "Yes, he's always been like this. He was a charmer while we were in school."

Both Darrin and Mitch suppressed laughs. Lex grinned at them conspiratorially while Koch continued to smoke his cigar, seemingly oblivious to it all. But then he pulled the cigar out of his mouth and wiggled his eyebrows at the other three and smiled. 

"That's right boys, I was a charmer," said Koch.

Mitch and Darrin almost passed out. Koch. Making a joke? And smiling? Was it already the apocalypse and they didn't know it. As they looked at Koch more closely they realized; he looked happy. Still too shocked to really talk, they stared at Koch and his friend. 

Lex grabbed Koch's arm and squeezed it. He smiled at the other man with more than friendship. Darrin saw that oh so familiar glint of orneriness that was Mitch's trademark glint in Lex's eyes.

"It wasn't his charm that kept us together, boys. He's hung like a donkey!" said Lex with a belly laugh.

Mitch lost it at that announcement. His mouth full of the beer he'd just polished off, he spewed it at the shock. Darrin almost did the same, but the glint he'd recognized gave him some forewarning. They looked from one to the other, unable to speak.

"Come on Lex, you've shocked the poor boys enough for one night," said Koch. Then unbelievably he tripped off, "Besides, my donkey needs back in your burrow."

Mitch and Darrin watched weakly as the two walked off. So in shock that Koch's bad pun almost didn't register. Finally Mitch twittered slightly, setting off Darrin, and soon the two were holding each other up as hysterical laughter racked their bodies. Sam and Gordy walked up as they were slowly regaining their composure.

"Hey guys, wanna share the joke?" asked Gordy.

Mitch gasped for air, "No, not this time big fella. I'll let you find this one out of your own."

Gordy shrugged and then wrapped his arm around Sam. "Well we're heading out. We'll come back in the morning and help with the clean up." Gordy kissed Sam's forehead, "Right now we have some quality time to catch up on."

Sam blushed slightly but nodded his agreement.

"Jeez!" said Darrin. "It must be the water. Go! Have fun. We'll see you tomorrow."

With that Gordy and Sam walked off in the dark. Darrin heard one of them slap the other's ass and had to smile. Turning to Mitch he saw a smile plastered across his face too.

"Come on, College. They aren't the only ones to be having fun later. The sooner we get this party cleared out, the sooner you get to your present!"

Darrin's eyebrows shot up to almost his hairline, and he began to casually break up the rest of the party. Once it cleared out, they walked into the house. And this time there was no doubt who smacked who's ass as Darrin left his hand in place to grab Mitch's butt.



Walking into the bedroom Mitch rounded on Darrin. Grabbing him by the collar he pulled the larger man to him and kissed him passionately. Without a word he slowly kissed down Darrin's neck, savoring his bare skin. Unbuttoning Darrin's shirt, he pushed it over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He smiled and guided Darrin backward until he was forced to sit on the bed. Mitch grabbed one boot and peeled it off Darrin's foot, quickly followed by the other and then his socks. Mitch walked between Darrin's spread legs and started rubbing the bulge in the front of his jeans.

"You are so fuckin' hot," whispered Mitch.

Darrin groaned and lifted his crotch toward the hands kneading him. "Oh god, babe. That feels so good. It's been a few days though so I could pop quickly."

"Oh really? Maybe I'll get a twofer tonight then," said Mitch with a leer. Reaching down Mitch unfastened Darrin's jeans, sliding them and his jock off. With Darrin lying exposed, he ran his hands up and down Darrin's thighs until his stiff cock jumped and belched out precum with every pass of his hands. Mitch dropped to his knees and Darrin relaxed, expecting his next sensation to be Mitch's hot mouth. Instead he was surprised to feel the sensation of leather being fastened around his ankle. He rose up in time to see Mitch buckle the second cuff around his other ankle.

"What are you doing?" asked Darrin.

"Relax, babe. You're going to have a wild ride tonight," said Mitch with an oversexed smirk on his face. "And by the way, if Terry ever asks. The pony hobbles he made worked great." Mitch chuckled as he moved around the bed and put two matching cuffs on Darrin's wrists. 

By this time just the thought of what Mitch might have planned had Darrin panting and leaking huge amounts of precum. The smell of new leather and his hot partner were all building the slow burn of desire. Mitch reached up and stroked Darrin's throbbing cock, smearing the precum over its length and causing Darrin to release a loud moan.

"Keep that thought in mind, babe. I'll be right back."

Mitch sprinted around the corner and Darrin listened with barely concealed amusement as boots hit the floor as well as other less identifiable sounds. But his amusement vaporized when Mitch walked back in the room in nothing but his work chaps. Walking to the end of the bed and then stepped up on it, Mitch walked until he was standing over Darrin's chest. He slowly kneeled down, his own hard cock running across Darrin's hairy chest as he bent down, grabbed Darrin's face in both hands and kissed him hard.

"I'm so proud of you, babe. You did such a great job! You earned that PhD."

Darrin raised his hand and jingled the wrist cuff. "And these are?"

Mitch chuckled, "I thought we'd have some fun. I know how you like toys so I got us a few new ones."

"Are you planning on tying me down?" asked Darrin with a smirk.

"Oh yeah! Most definitely," answered Mitch.

"Oh shit," said Darrin with a groan, his cock jumping in anticipation.

Mitch smiled and rolled off the bed without another word. He moved Darrin into position and then quickly moved to each corner of the bed. Pulling out the rope he had already tied to each corner, Mitch fastened Darrin facedown and spread eagle over the mattress. Darrin turned his head and watched as Mitch walked to a box on the dresser that he hadn't noticed before. Mitch reached in and pulled out a leather quirt. He smiled at Darrin as he moved back to the bed, smacking it against his palm. Darrin clenched his ass in anticipation but his face revealed his eagerness. Mitch started running the leather whip slowly over Darrin's body. The light caresses left trails of desire that increased Darrin's lust for his partner, as well as his enjoyment of this new role he was playing. When he had relaxed under the delicious feeling of the light leather touches, Mitch suddenly lashed across Darrin's bare ass, leaving a red trail in its aftermath. The pain shot through Darrin, but it was quickly countered by a jolt of desire that ran straight from his dick.

"Oh fuck. Holy hell," said Darrin with a moan.

Mitch methodically repeated the process, over and over again, until Darrin's ass was a network of red marks and he was straining against the restraints, trying to reach his cock to relieve his need.

"Shit. Oh fuck goddamn holy hell. Please Mitch, let me cum. Oh god I need to jizz so bad!"

Mitch lashed across his ass again and then lay across his body. The leather chaps rubbing over his legs and marked butt while Mitch's hairy chest ground against his back.

"What do you need lover? Do you need some release for your big full balls?"

"Oh god yes. Please Mitch. Let me cum. Oh fuck, my nuts are aching."

Mitch started dry humping Darrin's crack, his precum soon coating the trench. Mitch grabbed the omnipresent bottle of lube from the bedside table and then pushed himself to his knees. Liberally coating his dick first, he then dribbled more lube onto Darrin's twitching hole. Sliding his fingers in, he loosened Darrin as his lover moaned. Positioning his knees between Darrin's spread legs he wedged his swollen cockhead against Darrin's glistening hole and rubbed it slowly as he squeezed Darrin's ass cheeks in his fingers.

"You want some dick, big boy? You want me to fill your hole with baby batter?"

"Oh crap! Fuck me you bitch!"

Mitch laughed and pressed forward slightly. "Bitch huh? You think I'm your bitch, baby?"

"Oh god Mitch. Please. Fuck me!"

With that Mitch started pressing forward. He watched as Darrin's ass first resisted and then opened to the pressure. As his thick cock pressed into Darrin's gut he could feel the amazing heat and tightness of Darrin's body surrounding his throbbing cock. By the time Mitch felt his pubic hair grind against Darrin's ass he was loving the extra hot ass around his throbbing dick. In response he ground his pelvis against Darrin, sending it circling over his red ass.

"Oh god yes, fuck my spanked butt," said Darrin with a gasp.

Mitch froze for a second; afraid he had inadvertently triggered a flashback for Darrin. But realized as Darrin strained to push back against him that there were no bad memories for them tonight. He began slowly fucking Darrin while his lover thrashed and twisted under him. Soon Mitch had braced his arms against Darrin's shoulder blades and was fucking his ass hard and fast. 

Darrin could never remember his body being so afire with lust. Mitch's powerful fucking was certainly hitting all the right spots, and somehow the helpless position was a turn on too. When the first few jolts hit his ass Darrin had struggled for a second with old memories, but his love for Mitch and knowing that Mitch would never really hurt him quickly squelched any bad memories. Once Mitch had rammed into his ass he banished all thoughts other than the amazing feeling Mitch created in his butt. Soon he was bucking back as much as he could, wanting more, as his full balls moved toward orgasm. Just as he was reaching the point of no return, Mitch pulled out.

"Shit. Shit. Shit! Put it back! Put it back! I was about to cum," said Darrin with a gasping whine.

"Yeah, I know babe. But I want you to cum inside of me!"

Darrin swiveled his head as much as possible and smiled through the lust. "I'm not going to be fucking anyone like this!"

Mitch laughed and moved quickly, releasing Darrin's arms and legs and watching as Darrin rolled to his back. Once Darrin was settled, Mitch stood over his head and gripped the headboard of the bed. He moved down slowly, his hairy ass spreading over Darrin's face.

"Eat my ass, babe. I want you to tongue fuck my hole," demanded Mitch.

"Oh hell yes!" said Darrin. He reached up; cuffs still attached to his wrists, and spread Mitch's cheeks as his butt descended onto Darrin's face. He quickly was enveloped in the scent and taste of his lover. His tongue burrowed over and over again into Mitch's puckered ass. Darrin grabbed the leather chaps and pulled Mitch tighter against his face as he feasted on pure man. Mitch rocked over his face as he did, grinding his hairy ass against Darrin's face. Soon his panting reached a fever pitch, and Darrin again moaned with disappointment when Mitch stood up.

"Oh fuck! I was about to cum! God you eat my ass so good," said Mitch.

Darrin smirked, "Put it back down here sexy and I'll finish my meal."

"Oh no, you have something I want worse."

Mitch moved until he was over Darrin crotch. Grabbing the lube he filled his own hand and then reached back and smeared it over his spit drenched ass. As Mitch drove two fingers into his hole, Darrin could feel the spit and lube combination dripping onto him. He wanted his man's ass, badly. Mitch began to crouch again and ran his slick hand over Darrin's steel hard cock. Once he was in position, Mitch dropped onto Darrin's dick burying it deep inside himself. Darrin felt his cock plunge into Mitch's tight gut and almost screamed with pleasure. 

"Fuck Mitch! Ride it!"

Mitch hit bottom and never paused. He immediately started slamming himself onto Darrin's turgid cock. Both men were lost in the overwhelming passion of the moment. Mitch reached down, grasping Darrin's nipples and twisting them as he road him hard. Darrin couldn't imagine a hotter sight than his lover, wearing only chaps, his cock deep red and leaking as he fucked himself on Darrin's cock. The scene was magical to Darrin, one he would never forget. But there had been too much edging and he knew he couldn't last long. He tried every trick he could think of to prolong the pleasure, but soon his orgasm was imminent. He gripped Mitch's thighs as he buried himself, his body convulsing as Mitch continued to work his nipples. With a last massive wave of pleasure, he released his flood into Mitch. As his orgasm began to subside, Darrin felt a hot wet stream hit his face. At first he thought it was somehow his own semen, but then realized that Mitch started coming at the same time. Opening his eyes he watched in fascination, as he always did, as Mitch emptied a huge load of white-hot man juice over his chest. As the number of stripes reached double digits Darrin had to chuckle as he watched Mitch twitch violently from his orgasm.

"Don't laugh," said Mitch in a gravely voice, "You did this to me." 

"You are so fucking hot, babe"

As the last of his cum leaked from his dick, Mitch fell on top of Darrin. Holding him tight, Mitch kissed the bottom of Darrin's chin.

"How was that for a celebration, baby?"

"Oh hell," said Darrin. "I don't know that I can live through many more of those."

"So everything was . . .ok?"

Darrin lifted his head and looked down, "Yes babe. Everything was very ok."

"Good," said Mitch as he relaxed on top of Darrin. "I think I want to spend the night just like this."

"Works for me," said Darrin. "Works for me."



A few days later Mitch and Darrin were working in their office. They were busily working on the inevitable end of the semester onslaught, when Darrin's phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the number. He glanced up at Mitch with a look of concern on his face.

"I don't know the number," said Darrin.

"Well answer it. At least it's not from your family."

Darrin nodded with a chuckle and hit the answer button.

"Hello.

Yes. Sure.

End of next week would be fine.

Great, see you then."

Darrin thumbed off the call and looked at Mitch.

"Well?" said Mitch.

"I have a job interview . . ."

Mitch squealed and grabbed Darrin.

"Congrats, babe!"

"It's next week. I'll need help getting ready," said Darrin as the wheels started turning.

"Sure, babe. Sure," said Mitch. "Who is it with?"

"Great Plains University"

"That's the one in southwestern Oklahoma?"

"Yeah . . ." said Darrin.

"Hmm."



Darrin straightened his suit for the 100th time, even though there was not a wrinkle in it. He'd almost completed the grueling marathon that comprised an academic job interview. He'd started with 7am breakfast with a few of the faculty, made it through the day with the myriad of administrators, advisory boards, and a kaleidoscope of other people. Now he was down to the meeting with the department committee, a final presentation and a few other odds and ends. He felt he had nailed the interview so far. But the committee was comprised of the people who had selected him to come to campus, and knew his materials best. As they proceeded through the meeting Darrin was relieved that the questions were fairly typical and there were no real surprises. He'd had a few questions of his own, which they had expected. As the meeting wound to an end he got the question he'd been dreading all day. 

"Anything else you'd like for us to know?" asked the committee chair.

He and Mitch had discussed this and Mitch had, somewhat reluctantly, agreed that it was for the best. He steeled himself and began,

"Yes, there is something else. I'm gay. My partner and I have been together for over a year and he would be coming with me. If my sexual orientation is a problem, you shouldn't hire me."




Wrangler Butts Ch. 08



The people in the room visibly recoiled. Well schooled, they didn't blurt out any responses that might give him grounds for a complaint. After a few seconds the committee chair began talking again.

"We appreciate you sharing that information, but of course it will not have bearing on our decision. Great Plains is committed to diversity in all its forms. . ." The speech continued for quite a bit longer, while Darrin tried to interpret the actual meaning. He wasn't certain if he had just shot down any chance he had or not. But he and Mitch had agreed, if being gay had lost him the job, then it wasn't the job for him.

His statement had wrapped up the time with the committee. As he went through the rest of the interview Darrin couldn't help but think he'd had a perfect interview, or as close as anyone can get. He clicked with the students, even managed a laugh or two. By the time he was dropped off at the airport he was firmly convinced that if he didn't get the job, it would be because he was gay.

Mitch met him at the arrival gate with a smile on his face. Darrin had texted Mitch and told him it went well. As they walked to the pickup he told Mitch about the interview in detail. Mitch nodded and asked a few questions, but mostly beamed his direction. On the way home they settled into companionable silence as they often did and finally Darrin looked at Mitch.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think if they don't offer you the job, they are damn stupid," said Mitch.

Darrin laughed and nodded, "Me too!"

Mitch looked at his lover without a word, amazed at how much he had changed in the last year. They settled into chatting about what they needed to do to wrap up the semester, and clean out their offices. Because they were both realizing, they were finished with school.



It had been two weeks since Darrin's interview and both of them were starting to feel like it was not going to happen the way they thought it might. Darrin had started to mope a little and with classes over, there just wasn't that much to do. Mitch had stayed at home today to begin packing, although they didn't know where they were going. Just as he was finishing filling the nearest box, he heard a vehicle slide into their driveway. Looking out the window he saw it was Darrin, fishtailing down the gravel driveway. Mitch smiled as the pickup stopped almost sideways and Darrin vaulted out and sprinted for the door. Bursting through the doorway he screamed,

"I got the job! They called! I got the job!"

Mitch stood for a second, absorbing the information. Then he launched himself at Darrin. He wrapped his arms and legs around the bigger man and started covering him with kisses,

"That's fuckin' fantastic!"

"Yes!" screamed Darrin. "The salary was good. The startup funding was fantastic! Damn, damn, damn!"

"Did you tell them you'd take it?" asked Mitch.

"Not yet. They gave me a few days to think about it. And I told them I had to talk to you about it."

"Take it damn it! I'm all for it!" said Mitch with excitement.

"You're . . . coming too. Right?" asked Darrin.

"Oh hell yes! You are stuck with me, stud."

With that, Darrin's mood shifted and a smoldering look filled his expression. With Mitch still wrapped around him, Darrin moved and pinned Mitch against the wall. Kissing and biting down Mitch's neck and then looked deep into his eyes. 

"I want to fuck you. I want to take your ass and fuck it hard," Darrin said with a growl.

Mitch melted at this aggressive Darrin. He could not remember ever seeing Darrin like this, and he liked it.

"Do it, babe. Take me."

Darrin grabbed Mitch's t-shirt and ripped it off his chest. Pulling him higher he fastened his teeth on first one and then the other nipple. Mitch gasped as the pain shot from each nipple and then enjoyed the warm afterglow as it receded. Darrin turned and carried Mitch to the couch, and dumped him there. Reaching over he grabbed Mitch's pocketknife from the table and looked at his lover.

"Don't. Move."

Mitch froze as Darrin started cutting his jeans off his body. With surgical skill he soon had the jeans and underwear in pieces around the room. Stepping back he stripped off his own clothes and then grabbed Mitch again and lifted him.

Mitch wrapped his legs around Darrin's waist again and could feel Darrin's granite hard cock poking against his hole. Mitch shuddered as Darrin bit down on the base of his neck and sucked. He knew he was going to have the mother of all hickeys, but he really didn't care at that point. Soon Darrin had him pinned against the wall again with his cock seeking entry. Darrin's hands were canvasing Mitch, becoming more and more urgent in their need. Darrin locked eyes with Mitch, raised his hand and spit into it. Reaching down he coated his cock and then started pushing more urgently into Mitch. Mitch closed his eyes and tried to relax. Knowing this was going to be a rough fuck he was more than ready for it. He needed it. 

Darrin's cock found the entry it had been seeking and drove into Mitch ass.

"Oh fuck! Goddamn it!" screamed Mitch.

Darrin started to pause, some of Mitch's pain seeped through his hedonistic desires. He looked at Mitch's drawn face.

"Babe . . ."

Mitch came off the wall like a wildcat. His back arched and he grabbed Darrin pecs and pulled them together.

"Take me you mother fucker! Don't you dare slack off! You got me ready for a hard ride and I want it!" yelled Mitch.

Darrin regained the glint in his eyes and snapped his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside. Mitch flattened himself against the wall and gasped as Darrin started pounding his hole. Darrin moved like an animal in rut as he took what he wanted from Mitch, and Mitch loved it. Quickly the sweat covered both of them as the intensity of their raw sex strained them on all levels. Darrin soon found a rough rhythm and pistoned himself into Mitch. The animalistic sex, coupled with the raw emotions, was quickly building to a climax. 

With one last vicious thrust Darrin pinned the whole of Mitch's body against the wall. His legs shook as his nuts started emptying into his lover. He groaned against Mitch's neck as shot after shot of hot cum emptied from his balls. As his cock oozed the last of his seed into Mitch, Darrin's legs finally gave out and they slid down the wall until they were in a pile at its base. 

Darrin's breathing slowed, Mitch's ass releasing his cock. He lay on top of Mitch, who's hard cock was poking into Darrin's ribs. Rising up he smiled at the sight of Mitch's dark red cock as it pumped out cock honey. Darrin moved lower until he could chew on Mitch's balls while he jerked the rigid cock in front of him. Darrin could feel Mitch's body respond as he sucked in first one testical and then the other. Soon the jerking became more pronounced, as did the moans coming from Mitch. Darrin sucked the head of Mitch's cock into his lips, ramming his tongue into the slit as his fist flew up and down the shaft. 

"Ah fuck!" said Mitch.

Darrin's mouth flooded with cum. Mitch's entire body tensed as his fire hose of a cock flooded Darrin's mouth. Darrin strove to swallow each blast, but it leaked around his lips. He delighted in the sounds of Mitch's grunts of pleasure. As the initial flood tapered down Darrin continued to nurse on Mitch's swollen cockhead. Mitch's body relaxed, slumped onto the floor and he grabbed Darrin's head.

"No more! No more! Oh god it's sensitive."

Darrin released Mitch with a pop and then laughed lightly. He tugged Mitch away from the wall until they could lay side-by-side. He leaned in and kissed Mitch as he ran his fingers lightly over his chest.

"Sorry if it got a little rough, babe," said Darrin.

Mitch rolled on top of Darrin, pinning his shoulders to the floor. "Oh no, you don't get to worry about that. That was phenomenal, amazing and oh so fuckin' good."

Darrin chuckled and ran his hands down Mitch's back. "Well it was a little rough, but I just wanted you so bad. Of all the good things, you are the best."

Mitch chuckled, "Damn you are romantic for a guy." He lay on Darrin, curling across his chest. "But that's just one of the things I love about you."

"Yeah, well apparently we are going to need to go house hunting. We're moving north!" said Darrin.

"Yup, to Yankee land," said Mitch with a smirk. "'Cause you know anything north of the Red River is Yankee."

"Jeez! You are so Texan," said Darrin with a smile as he swatted Mitch's bare ass.

"Guilty," said Mitch and then cuddled back down. "But let's rest for an hour -- or a day -- before we start packing again. I'm pooped!"

Darrin wrapped his arms around his lover and smiled. "Sounds good to me babe. Sounds great actually."



Darrin stared at the wall of boxes in his new office, still where they had stacked them a few days ago. He was struggling with where to put everything, amazed that it wouldn't fit in this larger faculty office, even though it had fit in the tiny grad student office that he shared with Mitch. Looking out the window to the neatly groomed university grounds, he wondered where Mitch was right now. Wherever it was, he thought, he would rather be with Mitch than trying to organize this office.

He knew that Mitch was looking for a small ranch, but he didn't know any details other than that. The ranch was going to be largely Mitch's responsibility so Darrin was letting him do the searching. His mother had come through and given him a share of the money from the sale of the farm he grew up on as a graduation present. He had been shocked at how much money it was. His mother assured him that it was only his share and that he should use it however he felt was best. After both of their families had left following graduation, he's showed Mitch the check and they had talked about what they wanted to do with it. Darrin chuckled a little as he remembered Mitch's resistance to using the money for anything that was a joint purchase, but Darrin soon dissuaded him of that idea. The discussion actually went on for several days, but in the end Darrin got his way. 

He was still staring out the window when he felt arms snake around his chest and squeeze. Gripping the hands around him he turned his head and gave Mitch a light kiss.

"How is the hunting going?"

"Good. Very good actually! You got time to take a little ride?" asked Mitch.

Darrin chuckled, "Sure, I'm not getting anything done here. Might as well go house shopping with you." Darrin quickly cleared his desk and joined Mitch as he went out the door. He nodded to his secretary as they walked out and she smiled in return. So far everyone had been very accepting of them. He hoped it stayed that way.

Once they were in the parking lot they climbed into Mitch's pickup and soon were barreling down the road. They had driven for several minutes when Mitch turned onto a dirt road that was flanked with head-high Johnson grass on both sides, the surface almost shimmering in the heat. Darrin watched the landscape roll past, thinking this country reminded him a lot of the research station where he and Mitch had done their graduate work. After several more miles of dusty roads Mitch turned and drove over a small cattle guard. Once they had driven a few hundred yards down the driveway he stopped the vehicle and looked at Darrin.

"Well, what do you think?"

Darrin stepped out of the pickup and looked over the uninterrupted view of acres of rolling grassland. The house was still several hundred more yards away but it looked very welcoming and seemed planted in the landscape. Darrin slowly took it all in and could almost feel himself bonding to the land.

"I know it's a long drive for you -- " Mitch started.

"No, it's perfect. Absolutely perfect," said Darrin. "How many acres?"

Mitch smiled at the look of peace on Darrin's face. "A little over a thousand. And your money will almost cover the whole purchase price." Mitch chuckled, "Apparently land is cheaper in Oklahoma than it was in Texas."

Darrin looked at Mitch with a grin, "We sold farmland in Texas. It's always more expensive than pasture land." Darrin scanned the scene again and then turned back to Mitch. "Well? The tour? I want the whole tour."

Mitch grinned as they sprinted back to the pickup. They drove to the house and walked through it too. Darrin thought there were a few improvements and updates that were needed, but not too many. The ranch already had another house for the hired hands that was fairly close to the main house, as well as barns and corrals for working cattle. While they walked back to the pickup Darrin was already planning for the few adjustments that needed to be made. Once they were back in the vehicle Mitch turned to him with a smile.

"One more thing I want you to see."

"Ok, lead on. You're the tour guide," said Darrin.

With that Mitch drove to the southwest. With the windows down and the hot June heat baking them, both men soon shed their shirts, enjoying the feel of the hot wind over their hairy chests. Darrin barely noted the climb up a small hill until they had reached the summit and stopped. Mitch hopped out, raced around the pickup, and pulled Darrin to a stone outcropping without a word. Darrin was again struck by the rugged country and could feel himself falling deeper in love with the land. He slowly turned, noticing the faint silhouette of mountains to the southeast. He turned to Mitch with a questioning look.

"It's the Wichita Mountains. You can see them really well some days."

Darrin stood with his face in the breeze, enjoying the hot summer wind as it washed over him. Lifting his arms he let out a loud whoop. Turning to Mitch he found his lover down on one knee.

"What are you doin'?" asked Darrin with a quiver in his voice.

"Darrin Michael Anderson, will you marry me?" asked Mitch. He opened the small ring box and held it up to Darrin. Inside was a simple titanium ring. 

"Oh god, oh god. Shit," stammered Darrin as he looked at the ring. "Yes. Hell yes! Oh my god."

Mitch reached for Darrin's hand, only to have it retreat when he tried to slip the ring on Darrin's finger. Looking up he saw that Darrin was digging in his pants pocket. Finally his hand closed on something and he looked down at Mitch. As the tears streamed down his face, Darrin dropped to his knees in front of Mitch. Raising his hand he slowly opened his hand to reveal a similar ring, with a pattern from the leather frame Mitch had given Darrin for Christmas.

"Mitchell Everett McRichards, would you marry me so we can spend the rest of our lives together?"

Mitch chuckled, "How long have you been carrying that around?"

"Only a few days," said Darrin. "It never seemed like the right time. But now it is. So, what's your answer, stud? Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will, dumbass. And I asked you first!"

Darrin laughed and let Mitch slip the band over his ring finger. Darrin quickly reciprocated and put the band on Mitch. Mitch lifted his hand to examine the ring and smiled.

"How in the world did you get the engraving done?" asked Mitch.

Darrin smiled, "Terry has friends that work in silver. Titanium wasn't too much of a stretch."

Mitch threw his arms around Darrin and pulled him tight. "Oh god I love you so much."

Darrin looked at Mitch with a tear-streaked face, "Babe, you are the best thing I've ever had, and I'm so glad we are going to spend the rest of our lives together."

Darrin pulled Mitch into a tight embrace. He pulled back with a small chuckle and looked into Mitch's beautiful brown eyes with a smile.

"Now, is it ok to call you my husband?" asked Darrin.

Mitch started laughing, "Yes, I'm good with you calling me your husband now." 

He then leaned in and almost growled, "I think we need to mark our territory."

"You want to pee? Now?" asked Darrin.

Mitch laughed, reached between Darrin's legs, grabbed his package and squeezed. "Not that kind of marking."

Darrin let out a loud groan, "Oh fuck, yeah. I think so too."

Darrin pulled Mitch to him, grinding their chests together. He lowered his head and started biting down softly on Mitch's neck. Slowly he worked his way up Mitch's neck, kissing and tonguing his delicious skin until he was lightly chewing on Mitch's ear lobe. Mitch sighed softly as the hot air blew across them, intensifying the sensations running through his body. Darrin ran his fingers through Mitch's short hair as he continued working on the tender skin on the side of Mitch's neck. His fingers traced along Mitch's firm jawline and chin until they came to his lips. Darrin ran two fingers over Mitch's lips, which opened and sucked in his fingers. Darrin's dick throbbed in his pants as he felt Mitch suck on his fingers like they were his cock. He lowered his hand and pressed his mouth against Mitch's, snaking his tongue into the recesses of Mitch's mouth, tasting and exploring as if he had never French kissed his lover. Soon their two tongues were fighting each other as they passionately struggled for supremacy. With an audible gasp they separated.

"God you get me so fuckin' hot," said Mitch.

"Good. I'll see if I can't turn up the heat a little more then."

Darrin reached down and grabbed Mitch's hard cock. Squeezing it in his hand, he ran his other hand over Mitch's bare chest. Mitch's eyes snapped shut and his lips parted as he swayed to the movement of Darrin's hand. Darrin lowered his head and nursed on Mitch's nipples while he released Mitch's cock from the fabric encasing it. Lowering the zipper, Darrin could feel the wiry hair slide over his hand, realizing that Mitch was freeballing it today. When Mitch's cock flopped free, Darrin moved his hands to the back of Mitch's jeans. He slid his hands inside the back of his lover's pants and crushed his ass cheeks in his hands as the jeans slowly slid down his butt until Darrin was kneading his unclothed ass.

"Oh hell yes! That feels so good," said Mitch with a gasp.

Darrin smiled and popped his finger in his mouth, wetting it with spit. Pushing Mitch's jeans to his thighs he reached his wet finger under Mitch and rubbed his hole, slowly sliding into his hungry ass. Darrin teased his way inside Mitch's inviting ass until his finger was fully buried and moving slowly in and out.

"Oh baby. Finger me good, damn your big finger feels so good," said Mitch through a sigh.

Darrin lowered Mitch to the ground, his body lying on a carpet of curly buffalo grass. He quickly worked on his own pants and dropped them to the ground. Returning to his love, he knelt between Mitch's widely spread legs and began giving his low-hanging nuts a tongue bath. Mitch moaned and grabbed his cock, tugging on it slowly as Darrin licked on his balls. Lifting his head he grabbed Darrin's leg and pulled.

"Come on, babe. Swing around here so I can get some Grade A man meat too."

Darrin looked up and smile, swinging around until his pelvis was at Mitch's head. He felt Mitch's work roughened hand wrap around his cock, pulling it toward his mouth and then running his tongue around the rim.

"Oh fuck. Yesss. That feels amazing!" said Darrin.

At that they both attacked the cocks in front of them, their hot lips slipping over the skin-covered steel. As their cocks were serviced their bodies responded in kind. They quickly became a writhing pile of man as they fought to taste the essence of the other. Mitch could feel his explosion building, but he needed something more.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck my cowboy ass! Oh god I need your seed inside of me," screamed Mitch.

Without a word Darrin moved into position. After running his cock up and down Mitch's hair lined trench he smiled and leaned over, retrieving a bottle of lube from his pants. He emptied the small packet and smiled at Mitch.

"This time I was the boy scout," said Darrin with a smile.




Wrangler Butts Ch. 08



"My boy scout better get to fucking me!" 

Darrin moaned and snapped his hips forward, burying himself halfway in Mitch's ass. Grabbing Mitch's legs, in one motion Darrin slid himself completely into the depths of Mitch's gut. The slow tease before having ended, Darrin pummeled Mitch's tight ass, ramming into him again and again as their bodies fused in the heat of their lovemaking. 

Darrin began to shudder, and then his cock convulsed, emptying the contents of his balls into Mitch's trembling ass. His body ground against Mitch until the last convulsive wave had run through his body. Then he collapsed across Mitch, his head lying on his chest as Darrin tried to catch his breath. After a few seconds he realized that Mitch was humping against his stomach, trying to get off. Darrin moved until he was sitting on Mitch's cock and started sliding it up and down his crack.

"Damn. That feels good. God you're sexy, babe," said Mitch.

"Well let's see if we can't make it better," said Darrin with a smile.

Darrin grabbed Mitch's jeans this time and fished for the lube he knew would be there too. Rising up slightly he coated Mitch's rigid cock and then moved back down. He gripped Mitch's cock in his hand and aimed it at his twitching hole. As he felt Mitch's hot cock kiss his ass he plunged downward, taking its entire length into his ass.

"Fuck! Oh fuckin' hell. You are so damn big," said Darrin with a groan.

Mitch ran his hands over his husband's body, caressing his beautiful muscles and loving the texture of hair that flowed under his hands. "Easy baby. No rush. It feels good, and I'm really close anyway."

Darrin smiled and started slowly gyrating his hips around Mitch's cock. Soon his ass relaxed and he started riding the stiff cock inside him with more abandon. As Mitch's stiff member raked across his prostate a few times Darrin ground against Mitch's cock. He watched Mitch's face screw up tight as he tried to delay his orgasm. But it was to no avail. As Darrin made another slow circle with his hips, Mitch let out a scream.

"Ohfuckinggoddammotherofgod!"

Darrin smiled as the words tumbled out of Mitch's mouth. He could feel Mitch's cock jump with each shot of cum. Darrin's ass was soon dripping jizz as Mitch continued to unload. With a last shudder Mitch's body relaxed against the ground.

"Oh man. That was amazing," said Mitch between gasps of air.

Darrin leaned down; kissing the handsome man under him while Mitch's still hard cock remained in his ass. "You're amazing," Darrin raised his hand and flashed the ring at Mitch, "my husband."

Mitch smiled and clasp his hand against Darrin's so both rings showed. "Yes, and we're going to have a wonderful life together."

Darrin laughed, "It'll be one hell of a ride, but I love you more than anything, baby."

Mitch chuckled and started to move, "Yes, I'm sure it will." He looked down at the ground under their crotches and saw a small pool of cum. Chuckling he said, "Looks like we've marked our land nice and proper too."

Darrin looked under them and laughed, "Yup, this is definitely ours." He looked into Mitch's deep brown eyes, "And you are definitely mine." 

Mitch planted a soft kiss on Darrin cheek, "And you're mine too. All mine."

And with that declaration they began dressing, each of them ready to face the opposition knowing they would always have each other's backs.

End of Series