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Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 01

By: reddirtwriter



Randy pulled the blankets and sheet over his head, wrapping his pillow tight around his face and ears, as he tried to escape the ghastly sounds and stench of his roommate's latest alcoholic binge. Randy's roommate was making him reconsider his decision to come to Oklahoma. He'd picked the school due in part to the fact that he'd been awarded several small scholarships, but truthfully the main reason was the chance to play college lacrosse. Lacrosse had been the one stable thing in his life, his parents having divorced when he was young. He'd lived with his mom until he was in seventh grade and he became too much for her to handle, at least that was the story she told his dad.

Actually it had been her last futile attempt at revenge for the failed marriage that was as much her fault as his dad's. Randy always suspected that she'd married his dad because she thought the Preston name still meant old money in Maryland. Unfortunately for her, the name was about all the family had left, having sold off bits and pieces of the home place over the years. His dad had been forced to sell off most of the remaining property to pay the divorce settlement. So now the Preston fortune consisted of 15 acres and an old tenant house where his dad lived. 

Randy and his dad made a little extra money by boarding a few horses for wealthy newcomers in the area. Randy always felt bad for the horses, who were there mainly to give their owners the chance to work into dinner conversation that they owned a steeplechase horse, but most of them never rode their horses. Randy had taken it on himself to make sure they all got the best of care, including frequent rides. The extra attention showed, which didn't hurt their business at all. 

Randy was brought back to the horrendous current situation by a final gag from the bathroom and the sound of the toilet flushing. He watched as Steve staggered into the room and toward his part of the room. Randy was glad their beds were as far apart as possible, because he could smell the booze oozing out of Steve's pores from across the room. Ramming his shins into the metal bed frame, Steve muttered an oath and fell into his bed. Randy hoped he had passed out, but soon discovered luck wasn't on his side tonight.

"Oh god, I'm dyin'. Shit, I don't know what's wrong. Damn, Randy. I feel like shit," said Steve.

Randy punched the button on his phone, only to find out it was just after 3am. Furious, he turned on his roommate, "It's fuck'n three in the morning, you asshole! You're fuck'n drunk again is what's wrong! Goddamn it, you lush!"

Steve moaned and rolled to his side, puking onto the floor just before passing out. Randy covered his face with the pillow to keep from gagging. This time he knew he had to find a solution to Steve.



"He just puked on the floor and left it? Dude! You gotta do something."

"I know! No sleep last night, and I had a test today! I gotta find somewhere else to live. That damn Steve is kill'n me!" said Randy with some heat.

Tanner was sitting quietly in the commons area, clearly hearing the conversation going on a few chairs away. He knew the two guys casually, enough to warrant a nod and a smile when they passed each other. Tanner thought both of them were on one of the college athletic teams, but he wasn't sure which one. The taller guy, Randy, he knew a little better. They'd arrived a few hours before everyone else during move-in day and had chatted a little bit. Tanner knew he was from back east somewhere, but he didn't seem to have the typical Yankee attitude. 

From what he heard of the conversation, Randy's roommate was a nightmare. He could sympathize with roommate trouble since his roommate, Josiah, might be a close race with Randy's for worst in the dorm. First, Josiah was what could only be classified as ultra-religious, and worse, his interpretation of the bible was so draconian that he had already been banned from all university organizations for racist and sexist remarks. 

But unlike Randy, Tanner had found out a week or so ago that his luck was improving, Josiah was leaving the university to go to a small Christian school in Georgia. Personally Tanner wasn't sure if any place was conservative enough for Josiah, but he didn't really care so long as he didn't have to endure his narrow-minded bigotry. His dad had always told him that if you couldn't say something nice, don't say anything at all. Tanner didn't talk much about Josiah. 

Tanner had been a little bummed to ended up here anyway, not because there was anything wrong with the university, but it wasn't State. Tanner wanted to be a veterinarian, and State had the only vet school in the state. But he needed to stay closer to home so he could help his parents and sister when they needed it, so he was taking his pre-vet classes here. He'd hoped to make some friends, but Tanner also needed to be cautious about who he let into his life. He was gay, and he'd realized it a number of years ago, but he hadn't shared that information with anyone. His family wasn't extremely religious, but they were conservative. His dad almost had a stroke each time a Democrat became President, and when he'd went home after the first few weeks with a soul patch his dad had told him to go wash the dirt off his lip, so he wasn't sure how the news that his only son was gay would be received. Someday Tanner would tell them, but he wasn't ready right now. Tanner was brought out of his introspection by the sound of his name. 

"Hey. Tanner. Didn't crazy religious boy leave the university? You have that room to yourself?"

Tanner turned in the chair and looked back at the two young men, "What?"

"Your roommate, the religious nut, he left?"

"Yup, left for that church school in Georgia. I'm not sorry either. He was making me crazy with all his bible thumping," said Tanner.

"Well you otta let Randy move in! He could dump his alkie roomie, and you don't get housing sticking you with another weirdo."

Tanner looked at Randy and smiled warmly, but inside he was concerned. This guy was sex on two legs. Josiah had been easy to deal with in that way, Tanner would sooner hump a cow than make-out with Josiah. But Randy, well he was a very different matter. And even if the athlete wasn't straight, he was way out of Tanner's league.

Randy locked eyes with Tanner and wanted to melt. He'd seen him at least once a day on the floor, and made a point to speak to him. Randy's experience with other guys was limited to a lacrosse teammate back in Maryland. They'd gotten buzzed one night while they were in high school and had messed around. It had freaked both of them out at first, but they'd decided so long as they kept it to themselves, it was fine. So they'd had a few other fuck buddy moments before he'd moved to Oklahoma. But other than Blake, no one knew. Certainly no one here, he didn't want to jeopardize his spot on the team by being out.

In Randy's opinion, Tanner was any gay boys wet dream of a cowboy. He had an amazing bubble butt that was always wrapped in tight Wranglers and his body was lean and muscular with a great tan from being outside. Tanner's dark brown eyes and long dark lashes were just a few of the highlights of the young man. But Randy was sure he wouldn't even make Tanner's top 10 list of potential boyfriends. He'd taken too many lacrosse sticks across the face for him to be noticed by someone as good looking as Tanner. But he could still enjoy the scenery, and Tanner was amazing scenery. 

"Hello! Earth to Randy, earth to Tanner!"

Both men jumped. Realizing what happened, they smiled sheepishly.

"Ah, sure. Sounds good. I guess we need to tell the RA, but I can help you move tonight," said Tanner.

"Oh dude! I so owe you! Sure, we can move me after practice tonight. Man, no more puking roommate!"

Both guys chuckled, looking forward to a new, but perhaps trying, friendship.



Tanner dropped the last of Randy's stuff on his side of the room. He was having some second thoughts about his impulsive agreement to take Randy as a roommate. Not because of anything Randy was doing on purpose, just that he was so incredibly sexy. Tanner didn't know how life would be if he had to hang around their room with a constant erection due to Randy and his smoking hot good looks. But once he was able to get his mind off Randy's body, he realized he was starting to enjoy a pleasant camaraderie with the blond. 

Even though it was October, the typically unpredictable Oklahoma weather had decided to revert back to summer heat, and both of them were soaked with sweat. Moving out of the way when Randy came through the door with his arms full, Tanner pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it into his laundry. Walking over, he closed their door then collapsed on his bed and watched as Randy began putting away some of his stuff. Tanner rolled to his stomach, reached down to the dorm fridge beside his bed and popped it open. Reaching in, he pulled out an icy pop. He looked up at Randy, "Hey Randy, you wanna Coke?"

"Sure!" said Randy. He plopped on the bed and lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, giving Tanner a nice view of his lightly furred stomach. Tanner enjoyed the muscular view as long as he thought it was safe, looking away just in time. As he tried to recover his slightly ruffled composure, he realized he hadn't gotten Randy the drink. Reaching back in, he grabbed a bottle and tossed it to Randy.

"This is root beer," said Randy with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yeah?" 

"You asked me if I wanted a Coke."

Tanner thought a second, then started chuckling, "Coke is southern Oklahoman for pop. Sorry, I should get you an Okie dictionary if we're gonna live together."

Randy opened the bottle and chuckled, "Might not be a bad idea."



Tanner was lying on his bed reading through the assignment for tomorrow's class, when the door opened and Randy walked in with a bulging equipment bag in one hand, and his stick in the other. Tossing his equipment inside his closet, he collapsed across his bed.

"Damn, I'm exhausted. The coach was trying to kill us today. My ass is dragging," said Randy as he exhaled loudly.

Tanner closed his book and sat up, only to realize he had been studying for hours and it was long past their normal time for supper. The two young men had gotten into the habit of eating together and now it was a ritual of their friendship. In spite of the happenstance way they had become roommates, they had discovered they had a lot in common. Much more than either had suspected.

Tanner stretched his cramped muscles, working out the kinks from the hours he had sat studying, unaware he was creating an erotic show for Randy. The fact that they both enjoyed wearing as little as possible when they were in the room gave Randy frequent opportunities to admire Tanner's muscular body. As the basketball shorts Tanner was wearing slid down to show the top of his pubic hair, Randy got to admire his work-toned chest and flat stomach with its faint abdominal lines and light dusting of hair. The whole package was a potent aphrodisiac for Randy. 

The bulge in Tanner's shorts looked good too, reminding Randy of mornings when Tanner had thought he was asleep and had dashed to the bathroom with his cock jutting out from his crotch, obscenely stretching the cotton midway briefs to their limit. Those early morning displays had also given Randy another piece of information, Tanner was definitely cut, the ridge of his plum-sized cockhead left no doubt in Randy's mind. Unfortunately for Randy the display in front of him only lasted a few seconds longer before Tanner dropped his arms back to his sides and grinned at him.

"Come on, drag ass, get the stink washed off so we can go to campus corner. I want to splurge and have an Okie Monster," said Tanner with a grin.

Randy smiled back at his roommate, ripped off his shirt and tossed it at Tanner, "You love my stink, I know it fuck'n turns you on, you perv. And those damn Okie Monsters are going to make you fat if you don't quit eating 'em."

"No I'm not, 'cause you keep dragging me to the gym. Between all the damn running and your 'kick my ass' workout routines there's no way I'll gain weight. Besides, Okie Monsters are delicious, like a Frito Chili Pie on steroids!" said Tanner with a chuckle. "Now, get your ass showered 'cause I'm starving!"

Randy grinned and flipped Tanner off, stripped down to his compression shorts and walked into the bathroom. Tanner watched him with a smile, his eyes locked on Randy's tight bubble butt. He loved Randy's muscular ass and gawked at it every time he got the chance. It was a sensual show for Tanner each time Randy took a step, he'd never seen a butt flex like Randy's did when he took a step. Just watching him walk had Tanner flushing with sexual arousal. And the compression shorts just made the show even more tantalizing. Tanner could see the outline of Randy's soft cock each time, giving Tanner fresh jackoff material. But nothing compared to those few times Randy had thought he was asleep and had made a rush for the bathroom with his morning hardon leading the way. Those times he saw Randy's hard cock straining against the confines of his compression shorts had Tanner grabbing his own cock in response. Randy was so sexy, Tanner didn't understand why there were not a harem of girls hanging all over him. When he'd broached the subject, Randy told him that school and lacrosse came first, they were his focus.

Tanner frowned a little as the erotic show ended when Randy closed the bathroom door. With a lusty grin, he picked up the sweat soaked shirt Randy had thrown at him and pressed it against his face. Inhaling deeply, Tanner's cock stiffened when Randy's sweaty, masculine scent curled through his nose. Taking deep breaths through the pheromone laced cloth; Tanner was soon groping his achingly hard cock through his shorts. With each inhalation, he plunged deeper and deeper in the fantasy of sex with stunningly handsome Randy. His mind drifted to sensations that he could only imagined as the scent of his dream man wafted through the air. Suddenly, he noticed the shower was off and he heard footsteps in the bathroom. 

Tanner frantically threw the shirt back to the floor and launched himself into his bed, hoping he could hide his rampant erection. The door opened as he landed, with Randy picking up the conversation as if it had never stopped.

"I'm telling you, that shit is not good for you. The cheese and chili alone will clog up your arteries and you'll croak off before you're 30. I'll pick you out something at least kind of healthy. There's other stuff on the menu besides the junk that you like," said Randy as he walked into the room.

"No! I don't like that crap. You know how I feel about veggies, especially that damn kale that you love. It's all nasty, and you're never going to convince me otherwise," said Tanner as he crawled off his bed, snagged a relatively clean shirt from the floor and pulled it on. 

Tanner lost the thread of the conversation when Randy dropped his towel and turned his bare ass to Tanner as he rifled through his dresser for clean underwear. Distantly, Tanner knew Randy was still going on and on about him needing to eat better, but Tanner couldn't have told anyone what was said. He was fixated on Randy's thick defined legs and the fur that swirled up them and then spread across his ass. When he reached in to grab a pair from the back of the drawer, Tanner caught the distinctive pink flash of Randy's hole. But the vision was obliterated when Randy stood up and pulled on a pair of dark red briefs, then turned to Tanner.

"What's wrong, dude. You look stoned," said Randy with a grin.

Tanner quickly tried to recover, "That's bullshit, dude, and you know it. You're the stoner!" teased Tanner.

"Yeah, right. With my luck I'd get caught in one of the NCAA's random piss tests and would be out on my ear."

"They'd let you off the hook just because you look so good," said Tanner with a smile.

Randy pulled on his pants and quickly yanked a clean hoodie over his head. Laughing as his head started through, he stopped with his head half way through the hoodie opening and turned to Tanner with a goofy look on his face. "Yeah, I'm fuck'n hot. Look at me, I'm an uncut penis!"

Tanner cracked up as his roomie started making fish-lips with the hoodie still only half way down his head.

"You goof! Come on, I'm starved," said Tanner as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. 

Randy chuckled as he grabbed his phone, wallet and keys, shoving them into his pockets. He frowned slightly as he noticed his sweaty jersey was on the other side of the room from where he threw it at Tanner, but the thought disappeared when he heard Tanner yelling from down the hall for him to move his ass. Randy took off at a sprint and quickly caught up with his roommate, continuing the verbal harangue about healthy eating as Tanner rolled his eyes.



It was only a few days before the beginning of the spring semester, but Randy had been on campus almost a week already. The lacrosse coaches had called them back early to practice in preparation for the season, which started in a month. The intense two-a-day schedule had shredded Randy's thighs for the first several days, but now they were only slightly sore. The first few days of practice had left Randy so exhausted that he was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, but those days were behind him, now he was bored. 

If he were completely honest with himself, he missed Tanner. The handsome cowboy made Randy's cock stiff every time he thought about him. This time when his memory started the blood pumping, Randy let the fantasy continue, imagining what it would be like to date Tanner. He fantasized them attending college sporting events, concerts, quiet dinners out, and raucous dinners in. His mind put them in all the situations heterosexual couples experience, but as his cock stiffened, he naturally drifted into what would be the intimate side of their relationship. 

Randy's hand drifted down his chest as he imagined waking up curled against Tanner, their bare skin touching along the length of their bodies. Randy closed his eyes and let his finger tips caress his hard nipples as he imagined their soft good morning kiss as they woke. Randy visualized the intimate details of the encounter, their gentle kiss progressing to a hard passion-filled prelude. He slipped his hand inside his shorts and started foundling his low hanging nuts. The fantasy faded to faint impressions as the immediacy of Randy's self-exploration overrode everything else. 

Randy looked up, checking that the door was locked, then slipped off his shorts and sprawled naked across his bed. With his thick legs spread wide, Randy let his hand drift between them, sliding through the dense hair between his legs. Randy gripped his aching cock hard, groping himself as his fingers rubbed against his perineum.

Soon his hands were darting from one part of his body to another as Randy lost himself in the wonderful sensations. Randy liked the feel of his hand traveling over his lightly haired chest, and then dipping into the dense hair surrounding his ample cock and low hanging nuts. Lifting one hand to his lips, he sucked on a finger, coating it with spit. Letting it drop back between his legs, he let the saliva-coated finger rub against his hole. Randy had discovered this forbidden delight years ago, but had never shared the knowledge with anyone. 

Randy slowly slipped the wet finger into his ass, his fantasy rocketing forward as he imagined Tanner fucking his butt. His thick, blunt finger bumped against his prostate and Randy let out a soft moan. As his finger slid out, his ass gripped it tightly, sending vibrations of lust shimmering through him.


Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 01



But quickly he hit a rhythm that caused his body to shake with ecstasy. With his finger wedged deep inside his gut, Randy was pounding his throbbing cock. The wet sound of his precum-coated cock ramming through his fist created an erotic symphony that ran through Randy's system. 

"Oh, oh, oh fuck!" moaned Randy as his orgasm began. The first belch of cream instantly created a pool of cum that mingled with his pubic hair, each shot after served to cover his pelvis with a thick coat of marbled white cream. Randy tensed and released with each spasm of his body, his cum flowing from his twitching cock like white lava. At last, with a final toe curling crescendo, Randy's climax ended.

He collapsed onto bed, his lower body covered with a mass of jizz. Unwittingly his fingers trailed through the pools as they liquefied and began running across his body. With his eyes closed and his breathing still rapid, Randy lifted his semen covered fingers to his lips and cleaned each one of his seed, wishing as he did that it was Tanner's cock he was cleaning of cum.

Eventually the January cold crept into the room, reminding Randy that he was lying nude and covered with spunk. With a smile, he grabbed a towel he'd dropped beside the bed after an earlier shower and wiped the thickest pools from his body. Tossing the used towel into his pile of dirty clothes, he pushed himself off the bed and slowly made his way to the shower.

As he kicked the bathroom door shut, he smiled to himself and wished again that he could share this part of his life with Tanner.



Marc was walking rapidly back to his dorm. He hadn't intended to be out as late as he was, but he'd been in the library working on a paper. His girlfriend had texted to check on him a few minutes ago, and made him realize how late it was. He'd left the library with the paper consuming his focus, but now he had started walking faster, having an uncomfortable feeling that some guys were following him. In spite of his increased speed, it felt like they were keeping up with him. Suddenly, they were gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief, just before he rounded a corner and was grabbed. Struggling silently, Marc realized there were three men, two holding him and a third who was standing menacingly in front of him.

"You damn fag! Fuck'n queer!" said one, quickly followed by a punch to Marc's midsection.

"Oh god!" gasped out Marc. "I'm not gay. Come on guys, Please leave me alone," said Marc between spasms of pain from his stomach. Suddenly Marc felt the hands holding him tighten.

"Come on! Let me go!" screamed Marc.

Without a word, Marc suddenly felt another punch sink into his stomach. His body curled as he tried to protect himself, hanging from his pinned arms. Eventually, he was just trying to survive the beating he was getting as punch after punch rained on his body. Suddenly released, he fell on the grass, writhing and gasping in pain. Dimly aware of one attacker drawing his foot back, Marc tried to escape the kick, but his damaged body wouldn't respond. He felt the boot drive into his side, and the sickening snap as ribs broke.

Marc lay on the lawn, gasping for air with a trickle of blood leaking from the side of his mouth. The attacker grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back and spit in his face. "Fuckin perverts, this'll teach you fuckin' fags to fuckin' stay away from real men." Marc saw a huge fist draw back, then punch him in the face, which was his last conscious thought for quite some time.



Both men's phones started buzzing at the same time, marking the arrival of new text messages. Tanner looked at Randy as he grabbed his phone and they both started reading. It was a message from the university announcing that an undergraduate had been attacked on campus and was hospitalized in fair condition. The message went on to say that the assault was being investigated as a hate crime. Tanner quickly scanned the rest of the message for details, but it was the typical appeal for any witnesses to come forward and what steps the university was doing to keep everyone safe. 

Tanner looked up just in time to see Randy's grim face as he finished. Randy looked up with a frown on his face. 

"What the fuck? I thought this was a safe campus. I hope the guy's alright," said Tanner.

"I know. But what're we gonna do? I don't know about you but I'd like to go out and give the bastards a taste of their own medicine," said Randy through gritted teeth.

As they were trying to absorb it all, Tanner's remembered that his phone had buzzed again while he was reading. As he pulled up the new text, Randy's email chimed. They both read through the messages. With a deep sigh Tanner said, "Someone thinks jocks beat up a gay guy."

"One of the guys on the team just got confronted by a bunch of students outside the student union. They thought jocks were responsible too."

"Oh shit . . ." said Tanner with a sigh.

The rest of the day was a flurry of messages flying across campus as blame and accusation became the communication style of the day. Allegations against student athletes expanded in spite of an appeal from the campus gay community for calm. The widespread blame of student athletes, in spite of many calls to wait for the facts to be given, infuriated Randy. Eventually the uproar became so tumultuous that another communication was issued by the university asking for calm while police conducted their investigation.

As the afternoon wore on, Randy and Tanner became more and more upset. Just when both of them were ready to burst from frustration, buzzes and chimes filled the room, marking the arrival of more incoming communication. Glancing over, Randy began to read, as did Tanner.

"Student Government is calling a rally. The guy is apparently still in the hospital and they want to have a candlelight vigil," said Randy.

Confirming that his text was the same information, Tanner hesitated for a few minutes, then announced, "I'm going. It's important to show him support."

"Hell yes we're going!" said Randy. Then Tanner heard Randy mutter to himself, "If I knew who the fuckers were, I'd give 'em a taste of my stick."

Tanner was slightly surprised that Randy was so adamant about going to the rally. He'd somehow expected some athletic homophobia from his roommate, but he was actually relieved to find out he was wrong. Tanner guessed that most of Randy's reaction was due to the fact that the student athletes were being blamed, but he was still pleased with his reaction. Turning, he grabbed a hoodie and headed toward the door. He glanced over his shoulder to see Randy following him closely with jacket in hand. 

The pair raced across campus toward the quad. When they rounded the final corner, they were surprised to see a huge crowd milling around on the lawn. Sticking close to each other, the pair moved through the masses of people, talking with friends and acknowledging acquaintances as they went. What they found was a common anger, a shared disgust and an overarching demand for justice.

Randy was surprised to run into several of his lacrosse team members, who all seemed just as incensed as he was. Tanner stood at Randy's elbow and nodded agreement as each of them expressed their anger over the attack and distress that athletes would be blamed, because none of them could believe any of their teammates would do anything so horrible. There was a part of Randy that was feeling hopeful as he ran into teammate after teammate who were showing their support of the gay student.

By the time they had worked their way to the steps of the administration building, it seemed to Randy that at least half the team was in the crowd. It was a relief that so many of his teammates were supporting the student. He wasn't foolish enough to think it was 100%; there were assholes in every group. But even if some of his teammates were homophobes, they all knew better than to mouth off or do anything on campus. 

The pair stood quietly with what seemed to be thousands of other students listening to the president of the university as he announced that three men had been arrested in conjunction with the attack, and none of them were students. The cheer at that announcement was almost as gratifying as the earth shattering response he got when he told the crowd that the student was improving and expected to make a full recovery. The president also indicated the attack was still being investigated as a hate crime because of what was believed to be the attackers intent. He continued on with a general appeal for calm and inclusion on campus. There were a few other brief comments from various administrators, as well as an emphatic commitment to an increased police presence. After the last of the speakers, candles began to magically appear and soon the quad was glowing.

As the crowd began to thin, a girl from one of Randy's classes walked by, and he suddenly remembered that she was a reporter for the school paper. "Hey! Tina," called Randy.

The girl turned and walked over to the pair, "Hey Randy, what's up?"

"Do you know anything about the guy who was attacked?"

"Actually his girlfriend is my roommate. I took her to the hospital last night. He looks awful, has two black eyes and some cracked ribs. But like they said, the doctors think he'll be fine given some time. But those asshole townies gave him a pretty good beating. Apparently they thought he was gay just because he was small, thin and dressed nice. Damn homophobic hicks."

"Thanks Tina, that's great to hear," said Randy with a smile. Randy met Tanner's look and knew they were thinking the same thing. Everyone had been willing to blame the jocks, and now everyone from the area were being marked as brutal, homophobic rednecks. It was a sobering realization for the two freshmen. In a heartbeat the connection between the two had vanished and without another word needing to be shared between them, they made their way through the crowd with extinguished candles in hand.

When they arrived in their room, Tanner silently took Randy's candle and laid it with his on a vacant shelf. Almost reverently to preserve the feeling of the vigil, they pulled out their schoolwork and began to work while their minds tried to reconcile everything that had happened.



Several days had passed since the attack, and Randy had been watching for news about the student. He had been surprised at the continual support the victim had gotten, and perhaps even more surprised to find such a high level of support for the victim and condemnation of the attackers among his teammates. For Randy this was especially poignant given that everyone had thought the victim was gay. He actually had begun to think about coming out to a few people as a result. But he wasn't sure about the reaction, and he certainly wasn't sure how Tanner would react. 

It was one thing to support gay rights, it was quite another to be sleeping in the same room with a gay guy. Randy couldn't help but think it would freak out most men. He was still contemplating the choices and possible repercussions when he heard Tanner slide his key in the door.

Tanner walked in with a smile on his face. "I ran into your friend from class. What's her name? Tanya?"

"You mean Tina? From the rally?" asked Randy.

"Yeah! Tina. Anyway, the guy was released from the hospital today. Apparently everything's going to be fine. They thought he might have some eye damage from the punch to the face, but it tested out fine."

Randy let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God. I'm so glad he's going to be ok."

"Yeah, I thought you might want to know. You old softy," Tanner said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, whatever. But I'm starved. Let me take a whizz, then we can grab something. I'm thinking the new Indian place, I'd love some decent curry," said Randy.

"Curry? Ick," started Tanner.

"Yes, a good Lamb Vindaloo and other shit you wouldn't normally touch, but you will tonight or I'll put my stick up your ass!"

"Oww, I'm so afraid of the badass lacrosse player," teased Tanner.

"Yeah, you better be. Or stick, Tanner's ass, hello!" said Randy with a laugh.

Tanner leaned back in his bed, and thought about the past week, and how supportive Randy had been of the poor guy, even when he thought the victim was gay. Tanner was surprised, by the whole campus actually. But he didn't think he was ready to come out to one of the biggest studs he'd ever seen. He wasn't sure Randy was ready for that little bombshell, not anytime soon anyway.



Randy and Tanner only grew closer as the semester slipped past. They became inseparable and by the time finals rolled around, they could almost finish each other's sentences. Randy suddenly looked over at Tanner.

"We should move in together," said Randy.

Tanner chuckled, "We already live together, dude."

"No, no," said Randy, waving his hand. "I mean we should get an apartment for next year. We get along better than most roommates, hell, better than most couples I know. I think it would be great."

Tanner contemplated this for a moment, recognizing that he had developed a serious crush on Randy over the past semester, but he decided living in an apartment couldn't make it any worse. Besides, he wasn't sure he could handle not living with Randy.

"Sure, that sounds amazing. We can start looking after finals week. You have some time before you go back to Maryland, don't you? I have to go back home for a few days to help out, but afterwards I can come back to help look," said Tanner.

"Yeah, I've got a week break," said Randy. A smile broke out on his face, "Hey! I could come home with you to the farm and help out. Then we could come back and apartment shop! Whatda ya think?"

Tanner grinned at Randy, "First, it's a ranch, not a farm you illiterate Yankee. We ain't no sod busters!" Tanner chuckled and continued, "No, that sounds great. We can get the calves worked faster with another guy. We can search for apartments online, then once we've narrowed it down, drive back to look at them."

"Outstanding!" said Randy, excited about getting to spend an entire week with Tanner and his family. They sat chatting about the break until Tanner held up his hands. 

"Ok, ok. If we don't do well on these tests it won't matter, because our families will kill us. Back to the books."

"Damnit! You're right. Gotta study," agreed Randy.

With that declaration both men refocus on their schoolwork and the impending finals.



Randy wasn't sure what he had thought "the ranch" was going to be, but several thousand acres of rugged hills and small mountains covered with native grasses that grew to the horses shoulder in places wasn't it. The open spacious countryside was a wonderful mix of native prairie and almost impenetrable timber. Tanner had always talked about his home being in the Arbuckle Mountains, but Randy had equated it to someone from Illinois talking about their ski runs to someone from Colorado, quaint but not really the same thing. These were certainly no Colorado Rockies, but they were challenging in their own way. Randy could see why Tanner said very few people had the fortitude to exist here before modern conveniences came into the area. For Randy, somehow the rugged terrain forged a connection that he wouldn't have thought was possible before experiencing it. 

He also found out rather quickly that his hours of riding the trails around his dad's place in Maryland had not prepared him for working cattle from horseback, fortunately he had picked it up fairly quickly. His horse lurched up another steep, brush-covered hillside in search of cattle, while Randy recalled his trip so far. The last few days had been spent scouring the ranch for cattle, and this was the final, and worst, section of the ranch. Fortunately Tanner's Dad had a pair of Blue Heeler's and they were eager to force their square muscular bodies into the heavy brush. Without them, Randy knew this would have taken three times as long. 

Tanner waved and caught Randy's attention, signally that he was circling the current thicket and would meet him on the uphill side. As the young cowboy rode away, Randy couldn't help but sigh at his growing feelings for Tanner. His grace on horseback was amazing, and the fact that Randy found him drop dead gorgeous didn't hurt either. More important to Randy, he enjoyed being around Tanner. Randy found that he could talk with Tanner about anything, and pretty much had. Except for the fact that Randy was gay, that was the one topic that he just hadn't been able to bring himself to tackle, he couldn't face the thought of losing the best friend he'd ever had. 

Hearing one of the dog's begin to bark, Randy snapped back to the task at hand and watched for any cattle that might erupt from the short trees.

Tanner heard Digger's 'hurry, I found a rat' bark and sighed in frustration. He agreed that the dogs were a help, but he wished his dad would spend more time training them. They were useful; Tanner was willing to admit that, he just thought they had a lot more potential. Catching a last glimpse of Randy before the trees cut off his line of sight, he had to smile. Randy had charmed Tanner's family completely. They had not been happy when they'd found out that Tanner's east coast roommate was coming to the ranch. Their experiences with Easterners were not very positive. They always seemed to think if you were more than an hours drive from New York City or Washington, or even worse if you hadn't at least been to one of those cities, then you were a backward hick. 

Tanner thought his family was going to be proven right when Randy introduced himself as Randall Warfield Preston VI, but was relieved when he quickly smiled and followed up by saying that no one actually called him that and if they yelled for Randall, he probably wouldn't know who the heck they wanted. That bit of innocent humor had gotten Randy quite a chuckle from Tanner's family, and it hadn't taken much more to work his way into their hearts.

Randy had worked hard to help wherever he could, and his vibrant personality, combined with a strong work ethic, had quickly finished winning them over. Tanner could tell that he had struggled with the horses at first, but Randy had stuck with it and soon was riding the pastures like he'd been doing it his whole life. That kind of dogged determination was the sort of thing that had allowed Tanner's family to survive in ranching for several generations, so they appreciated it in Randy.

As for Tanner, the incredibly handsome lacrosse player was all he could think about. He was becoming completely and obsessively enamored with Randy. It didn't help that with any opportunity, Randy would strip off his shirt. The combinations of his rock hard chest and muscular torso were enough that Tanner walked around in a near constant state of arousal. 

Tanner scolded himself when he almost let a cow and her baby slip past. He needed to focus on what he was doing or not only was it going to take forever, someone would get hurt. They didn't have time for delays this afternoon since they were getting a load of alfalfa hay for the horses, and it had to be stored in the barn in case they had a spring thunderstorm roll in. Tanner's horse jumped as yet another cow tried to make an escape. Tanner scolded himself again, gritted his teeth, focused on the task at hand, and almost immediately horse and rider were again working in harmony.



Randy ran the back of his leather glove over his face and wiped off some of the sweat dripping from him. He and Tanner had been trying to put the last load of hay into storage before being hit by the thunderstorm that had been bubbling up in the west for the last hour. The impending storm had also created a hot, steamy May afternoon and Randy's clothes were soaked with sweat. Glancing over as he carried another bale into the barn, he saw Tanner was in a similar condition, but the sweat running down his back and lightly haired chest, made him all the more desirable to Randy.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 01



They were working at a frantic pace, and both men were reaching their endurance limits by the time they reached the final tier of bales. The last of the hay had to go in a narrow part of the barn and only one person could stack at a time. Recognizing that Tanner had more experience, Randy had taken to bringing the bales to Tanner, who snagged them with his hay hooks and threw them overhead into the shrinking opening.

Randy walked up with a bale in each hand and stood watching as Tanner tossed another bale onto the stack. But Tanner was precariously situated on the tiered hay four or five rows from the floor, and this time his footing slipped under the weight. His body pitched backward as he let out a surprised oath, and fell squarely on top of Randy. The two of them quickly became a pile of sweaty and hay covered bodies that were completely entangled. As Tanner worked to extract himself without further injury, he noticed that Randy was shaking under him. 

"Shit! You ok?" said Tanner.

"Yeah, just so glad we're graceful," said Randy, his body shaking with laughter.

Tanner chuckled as he tried again to untangle himself, but their sweat-covered bodies were as slick as if they were oiled. Neither could get a grip and each time they tried, their hand would slide and they would fall back together. After a few more tries Tanner managed to roll onto the floor. Snickering, he sat up and smiled at Randy, "Well looks like I'm the graceful one. Sorry about the crash, I just lost my footing."

Randy made a dismissive motion as he levered himself from the ground; both men recognizing they were running out of time and redoubled their efforts to finish before the storm hit. As the final few bales were put in place, there was little conversation as both men recalled the sensation of the others touch. As the last bale slid into place, Tanner turned and smiled, "Let's get something to drink. I'm dyin' of thirst."

"A Coke?" asked Randy with a smile.

Tanner chuckled, "Yeah, I think we have root beer and Dr. Pepper."

Randy laughed and rested his arm on Tanner's shoulder in a very companionable way as they walked into the house. Had anyone seen Tanner's face while they were walking back to the house, they would have immediately known the familiar touch was more than welcome.



The pair had put in several long, hard days at the ranch, but they'd finished the work that needed to be done, so they were back at the university trying to find an apartment. They'd been searching the online listings from the ranch and had narrowed it down to three prospects. They knew they needed to get the lease signed soon, or there wouldn't be anything available. Luck seemed against them though, while the first two places on their list were nice enough, they were far over Randy and Tanner's price range. After the second apartment on their list had been a no go, Tanner had decided it was time for a break, and wheeled them into the drive-in for some lunch. While eating their meal, they began to discuss the last place on their list.

"It sounds like it's a lot smaller than the first two, basically an efficiency," said Randy as he looked over the listing.

"The address is 301 and a half, any address I've ever seen with a half in it is up over a garage," said Tanner around his burger.

"Yeah, but it's close to campus, so we could walk instead of trying to find parking. Not having to shell out the hundred bucks for a parking permit will save us some cash. I guess we'll just have to see what it looks like."

Tanner nodded in agreement as he popped the last of his burger into his mouth. A short time later, they were slowly cruising the street listed, trying to find the address. Eventually they found 301 and glancing around the typical middle class neighborhood, they decided Tanner was probably right, it was a garage apartment. The pair walked up to the door and knocked, wondering what the apartment was going to be like. Quickly, a small woman who could only be called elfish answered the door and beamed up at the two.

"Afternoon, boys. Can I help you?"

"Yes ma'am, you had an apartment for rent?" said Randy.

"Oh, yes, yes. Heavens we do. Let me get my husband." Turning, she partially closed the door and scurried through the house. In only a few moments she returned with an older man who was almost her twin. From the snow white hair, to the full, carefully trimmed beard, and finally to his diminutive size, he was a garden gnome. Tanner started to snicker slightly, but was silenced when Randy jabbed his elbow into his ribs.

"Hi boys, interested in the apartment are ya? Well let's go take a look, yes indeed you just need to see it. By the way, I'm Fred, Fred MacIntosh," Fred motioned back over his shoulder, "And that's my wife Jenny. Well come on, let's take a look."

The boys followed the remarkably swift older man and even Randy had to smile at how much the older couple looked like the workers from Santa's workshop. It took only a few seconds for them to round the house and confirm their suspicions; it was a garage apartment. A short flight of stairs up the side of the garage and Fred was opening the door for them. They were surprised as the door swung open, the interior was amazing, nothing like they expected. After meeting Fred and his wife, both boys had expected a very old fashion look to the apartment, but it was actually very contemporary. As they walked across the light colored hardwood floors, Fred gave them an exhaustive tour, explaining and demonstrating every amenity the tiny apartment contained. There was an amazing amount of storage, which Fred explained as being taken from traditional shipbuilding. Randy glanced at Tanner and got an emphatic nod, turning he smiled at Fred.

"We'll take it. It's perfect," said Randy.

"Wonderful, wonderful! Well, it's small, might be kind of tight for you two big strapping boys," said Fred. Turning to the pair, he studied them for a few moments then continued, "You a couple? It would be a great place for a couple."

"No, I'm not gay!" said Randy, followed quickly by Tanner's agreement that he was straight. 

"Pity, mores a pity. You're a handsome couple," said Fred with a frown, but he quickly changed topics, "Let's go take care of the paperwork. Don't want to forget that, Jenny would be so upset. She likes you boys, oh my yes."

Randy followed quietly, not pleased that he had shot off a denial so quickly. He felt diminished by his unwillingness to tell the truth about his sexuality. It was complicated he told himself, but this time the rationalization didn't help. Randy promised himself that this was the last time; he wasn't willing to continue living his life as a lie.

Tanner trailed behind Randy, feeling like he'd been sucker punched. He had a hollow empty feeling resulting from his denial. He'd froze. He just wasn't ready. He had barely accepted the reality of his sexuality to himself; he was only 18 for god's sake. He just wasn't ready. And he didn't want to lose his friend, because after Randy's adamant statement that he wasn't Tanner's partner, there was no doubt in Tanner's mind that his roommate was 100% straight.



Randy had been home for several weeks, but he had not been able to put what had happened during the search for an apartment out of his mind. It had eaten at him that he'd lied. He'd never had to lie about it before, no one had ever asked. He'd been mulling it over and over in his head and came to the conclusion that he didn't have to be in your face about it, but it was important to him that he not lie about it, especially to those people close to him. He'd like to think that he was a good enough judge of character that it wouldn't matter to his friends, and if it did then they weren't the kind of people he wanted to be around. 

For the last several days he'd known what he needed to do, he had to tell his Dad that he was gay. The decision was a relief, but he wasn't sure how his Dad was going to take it when he told him his lacrosse playing, masculine, only son was gay. He'd spent hours running it through his head, trying different ways to say it. Practicing the exact phrasing. He was worried; this was going to be a life-changing event for him. As he contemplated his decision yet again, he absently ran his spoon through his breakfast cereal.

"You ready to talk to me about whatever's worrying you?" asked Randy's Dad.

Randy snapped his head up and started to deny that there was a problem. But with a sigh, he realized this was as good a time as any.

"Yeah, I guess I am. I need to tell you something, and it's really hard to say so let me get through it," said Randy. He watched as his Dad nodded and then continued, "Dad, I'm gay, I've always been gay. It's not something I can change, it's like you being left handed. It's not the way the majority of people are, but it's normal for you. It doesn't change anything, I hope you still love me and understand, but I can't keep living a lie, I—"

Randy's Dad stopped him with a hand motion, "Son, I'll always love you, and I'll support you 100%. Actually, I kinda wondered if you might be gay. I mean you never have dated a girl for very long, but you've been going on and on about your friend Tanner. It sounds like you have a crush on him. But I'm behind you all the way, son."

Randy jumped up and wrapped his arms around his dad and gave him a crushing hug. "Oh god, Dad. Thank you! I've been so worried. Whew, I feel amazing now, just amazing!"

Randy's Dad grabbed his son behind the neck and pulled their foreheads together and smiled, "Son, you are an amazing man, and someone is going to be lucky to catch you. If it's Tanner or someone else."

"Oh Dad, Tanner is amazing, and so cute. His butt is --," said Randy with a grin.

"Ok now. I support you, but I don't want details of your sex life. You can leave me out of that discussion and I'll be just fine," said Randy's Dad with a chuckle.

Randy laughed and sat back down, digging into his breakfast and glad the first hurtle was over.



"What are you pouting about?" said Jo.

Tanner turned to look at his sister and thought there were definitely times when she was Jo and not Josephine. Right now the expression on her face wouldn't have looked out of place for a Teamster union boss, and Tanner knew not to mess with her in that mood.

"Nothing, just think'n," said Tanner.

"Bullcrap, you've been moping around since Randy left. When are you going to admit that you have a crush on him and miss him?"

"Crush on Randy? Jo, he's a guy. I don't --"

Their eyes locked, and Tanner knew his sister wasn't just spouting off random comments, she knew. He wasn't sure what gave him away, but she was right and he was tired of hiding.

"Yeah, I would love to be with Randy. But Jo, he's straight. So it's never gonna happen," said Tanner sadly.

Jo started laughing at her brother, he was surprised at her reaction to his misfortune of falling for a straight guy. Usually she was very supportive and sympathetic, but not this time. "Hey Sis, that's kinda mean don't ya think?"

"Brother, you are a typical man, dense as a rock. It's good to see that even gay guys are still typical. How could you have missed it? Randy has the hots for you, Tanner. Your dream guy drooled over you every time he thought you wouldn't notice."

Tanner stood there, his mouth hanging open, in complete shock.



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 02



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. 



Randy could hear the sound of Tanner's boots coming up the stairs to their apartment. He knew they had to have the talk he was dreading, and he knew Tanner was well aware something was wrong. He just couldn't bring himself to actually say the words, 'I'm gay'. They just wouldn't come out of his mouth. Even though they had been back at the university for several days now, but he hadn't worked up the courage. He hadn't had this much trouble telling his dad. He had never lacked self-confidence before, but if Tanner distanced himself, Randy wasn't sure how he could deal with it. Still wrapped in the shroud of depression, Randy heard the door open and Tanner drop his books on the table.

Tanner took one look at Randy and said, "Ok, spill it. This has gone on long enough."

Randy jumped, Tanner's demand neatly skewering all of his arguments to wait. Randy felt like he was about to vomit. This was going to be the most important 10-second announcement of his life. Gathering his resolve, he decided to stop putting it off. Randy pushed himself off the bed where he had been studying, stood, and turned to face Tanner, his arms shoved dejectedly in his pockets. Tanner saw the sad, almost desperate, look on Randy's face and became even more concerned. 

"I'm gay," said Randy finally.

Randy watch as Tanner froze in place, his face expressionless. Silence filled the room until Randy thought the stress would tear him apart. Fear and anxiety built and morphed, creating horrible emotional monsters that began consuming Randy as the unfamiliar self-doubt curled around his body. Finally he saw Tanner begin to move, his face becoming mobile, then the entire world twisted for Randy.

Tanner jumped and did a fist pump with a whoop that people heard for blocks. Randy stood in utter shock as his roommate danced around the room cheering at the top of his lungs. Of all the scenarios he'd imagined, a frantically happy Tanner was never one of them. As he stared, and the exhibition continued, his hands fell limply to his sides and his mouth hung open in shock. With a final bounce, Tanner landed in front of Randy and grabbed him in a bear hug that had Randy's back popping.

"Damnit! Let me go you crazy man! What the hell!"

Tanner released Randy and stopped in front of him with a grin splitting his face from edge to edge. Tanner started flapping his arms again, trying to form words, until he had Randy chuckling in amusement. 

"What the hell?" said Randy with a chuckle. "What's crawled up your ass?"

Tanner grabbed Randy in another tight squeeze and then stepped back, panting.

"I'm gay too! And I was afraid to tell you since I figured you'd want to move out rather than live with a gay guy and I couldn't stand losing the best friend I've ever had," said Tanner with a huge smile on his face.

"What? Wait a minute! You're gay too?" said Randy as he tried to comprehend.

"Yeah buddy! I love men. I prefer bulls to heifers, boars to gilts, roosters to --"

Randy put his hand over Tanner's mouth, ignoring the tingle that ran up his arm. "Enough of the witty hillbilly thing! I get the picture. I just never dreamed you'd be gay. I was worried too, I couldn't stand the idea of losing you as a friend."

"And look at my big stud lacrosse-playing roommate! I thought you'd beat me with one of your precious sticks if you found out I was gay," said Tanner with a chuckle.

The two men fall silent, staring into each other's eyes, both wondering where this put them, but neither of them willing to push the question right now. Suddenly their relief washed over them and they found themselves in a warm embrace. Stepping back, both men had a slight glisten to their eyes as a multitude of emotions washed over them. Finally they separated and held each other at arms length. 

"Come on, let's get supper fixed," said Tanner.

Randy nodded in agreement, "That sounds like a great idea, and I won't even bitch if you make fried potatoes."

Tanner laughed, reached over and popped Randy on the stomach, "They'll make you fat!"

"Whatever!" retorted Randy.



Fred had been startled when the loud noise erupted from the apartment over his head. He'd stepped into the garage to put away his gardening tools just before it sounded like a small war broke out above him. He listened to the outburst for a second and then chuckled as he headed to the house. Jenny had been right again. Yes indeed, Jenny was always right. Those two were going to be a cute couple.



The revelation they had shared with each other consumed the weekend as they began talking about a part of their lives they had never been able to share with anyone before. Their friendship served as the foundation for the many long conversations that weekend. The relief of finding someone they could completely relax with was an amazing feeling for both of them.

The subconscious sexual attraction between the two added an unusual spice to the conversation. Inadvertent touches, combined with typical teenage rough housing, had left both men lusting for more, but there was no question of anything happening. Neither was willing to think they had a chance with the other. They both thought the other man was far out of their league. But in spite of their avoidance, eventually the conversation naturally moved to more intimate information.

"So, how many guys have you been with?" asked Randy with a quiet grin.

Tanner blushed slightly, then shook his head, "None, I was always too afraid of getting caught. I was afraid of what my family'd say. They're pretty conservative."

"Your parents seemed pretty accepting though, I bet it'd be fine," said Randy with a serious look on his face.

Tanner quickly diverted the conversation away from the uncomfortable topic. "Who knows you're gay?"

"Just you and my Dad, I told him over the summer. I was lucky, he was fine with it, said he'd been wondering if I wasn't," said Randy.

Tanner nodded, and then grinned, "And how many guys have you been with?"

It was Randy's turn to redden. His cheeks almost glowed as he thought about the fumbling exchanges he and Blake had experienced. Tanner watched his face darken to crimson and started laughing. 

"Just as I thought, a boy in every port. Played the field did you?" teased Tanner.

"No, no. Nothing that exciting. Just one guy, and we only fooled around a little," said Randy as his face started to cool.

"What have you done?" asked Tanner, enjoying his role as voyeur.

Randy's face again started to redden, suddenly he felt like an awkward adolescent instead of a 19-year-old man. "You know, just." Randy made a jacking motion with his hand.

"Ah yes, I've done plenty of that myself," said Tanner with a snicker.

Randy cracked up laughing and threw a pillow at his friend. "You perv!"

Tanner blew a razzberry at Randy and grinned unrepentantly.



Sitting in the stadium, Tanner was freezing his nuts off. He'd got tickets weeks ago for the State game, but he was starting to regret his decision. The October weather had decided to do what Oklahoma weather did constantly; it changed. What was 60 degrees and sunny a few days earlier had become a miserable cold drizzle and Tanner hadn't dressed for it. Just to make it worse, Randy had been smart enough to bring a sleeping bag, and was toasty warm next to him snuggled in the down filled bag. 

"You cold?" said Randy.

"No, I'm fucking great," muttered Tanner through chattering teeth.

Randy laughed at his roomie and then started unzipping the bag. "Come on, this thing is huge, and we'll keep each other warm too."

"We're in the middle of a crowd! What if . . . ," said Tanner, looking around.

"Someone thinks we're gay?" said Randy with a quiet snicker.

Tanner laughed and without another word helped Randy work the stubborn zipper down the side of the bag. With a lithe move, Tanner slipped into the bag beside Randy. After a little struggling, and some laughter from the people around them, they got it zipped back. Randy's body heat soon had Tanner warm enough that he stop shivering and they both refocused on the game. 

Tanner was actually fairly excited about the game itself. State almost always lost, the game was a huge rivalry, and the stats were certainly against them this year. But to everyone's shock, this time they were winning, and by a substantial margin. As another orange jersey ran a football into the end zone, Tanner couldn't keep himself from a triumphant leap of joy. But the forgotten sleeping bag stopped him almost immediately, and he fell against Randy. As the two thrashed to extract themselves, Tanner's hand inadvertently slid across Randy's crotch, and into his rock hard cock. Tanner jerked back as if he'd touched a live coal.

"Oh fuck, man! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—" said Tanner.

"Shh, it's ok. That thing has a mind of its own sometimes, sorry," said Randy quietly.

Tanner tried to refocus on the game, but he kept remembering the feel of Randy's hard cock as his hand slid over it. Tanner was soon playing every scene of Randy nude or hard since they had been living together, and had his own cock throbbing and leaking precum. As he uncontrollably dwelt on his feelings about Randy, he couldn't help but notice each time they touched, and the wonderful scent of man that ran past his nose each time Randy shifted on the hard metal seats.

Soon Tanner was so involved in lusting over Randy that he almost missed the final field goal that won the game for State. When Randy turned and gave him a hug in celebration, Tanner thought he was going to explode in his pants. Fortunately, Randy released him just in time.

"Congratulation! Your team won!" said Randy softly, not wanting any of the disappointed fans to realized they had a traitor in their midst. Randy noticed that Tanner seemed to be gasping for air.

"You ok? You look kinda flushed," said Randy in concern.

Tanner tried to calm down, willing his rock hard cock to behave, and most importantly trying to keep from exploding in his pants. Finally pulling himself together, at least slightly, he gasped out an answer, "No, just a little over heated. Give me a sec." 

"Oh hell, let me get this thing unzipped so you can cool off," said Randy with concern.

It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, and he realized he had to move fast or everyone around them was going to see his hard dick and the huge wet spot in his pants. "No! Wait! Just give me a second," said Tanner.

Randy stopped and watched Tanner, wondering what was going on. This wasn't like Tanner at all, but he was almost panting and his cheeks were cherry red. He also had a distant glazed look in his eyes that worried Randy. 

Tanner pulled the unzipped part of the bag around him and felt the chilled rain fall down the neck of his shirt. The cold water rapidly did what he couldn't accomplish any other way, and his dick deflated, at least for the most part. He gave himself a few more seconds and then finished unzipping the bag, careful to keep part of it over his crotch to cover the wet spot. His activity caused him to miss Randy's quick adjustments as he hid where his own cock had been leaking.

With a minimum of additional drama, the two started back to their apartment. The freezing rain didn't encourage a leisurely stroll, but their conversation was on the safe subject of football by the time they arrived at their door. They huddled in the freezing rain while Randy worked to get his key into the ice-coated lock. Once they'd crossed that hurtle, they were both racing to change out of their wet clothes, and to hide the evidence of their earlier arousal. Tanner grabbed a pair of sweat pants from his bed and almost ran to the bathroom to change, while Randy took advantage of the unexpected privacy to strip off his pants and pull on the nearest pair of shorts. Just as he yanked them on, the bathroom door opened and Tanner walked back through with a wad of clothing that he tossed into the hamper. 

"Wow, it was good to get out of those wet clothes! I was freezing my balls off," said Tanner.

"Yeah, I agree. Next time we'll just watch the game on TV if the weather is that bad," said Randy.

"Unless it's against State," said Tanner emphatically.

"Unless it's State," agreed Randy with a chuckle.

With that, both men began pulling together their books for an afternoon of studying. But as time passed, Tanner studied Randy more than his books. His cock was again hard as a rock and his desire for Randy was going off the charts. Suddenly it dawned on him, how did he know that Randy didn't want to date him? Jo had said that last summer Randy was checking him out, and it wasn't like he had to worry about him being straight. A small voice tried to warn him that it might not be good if Randy turned him down, but it was quickly shouted down by masses of testosterone coursing through Tanner's system. Finally arriving at a decision, Tanner got right to the point.

"Hey, you wanna go out some time?" said Tanner.

Randy turned and put his arm over the back of the chair and studied Tanner for a few seconds, "You mean like a date?"

"Yes . . ." said Tanner as suddenly the little voice became a screaming banshee telling him he had fucked up royally. His face began to redden as the silence stretched on for what seemed like hours.

"Sure," said Randy with a smile, "I'd like that."

Tanner thought his world would explode. Those few words had suddenly shifted his entire life path. Tanner had no idea where it was taking him, but he knew this was one of those moments he would remember for the rest of his life. As his elation moved into unbridled joy, he realized that Randy was talking again.

"One thing though . . ." said Randy with a serious look on his face.

"Ok," said Tanner, as he chewed his lip.

"Just because you're buying me dinner, doesn't mean I put out. I'm not easy ya know. And you are buying, 'cause you asked me out," said Randy with a smile.

A huge smile broke across Tanners face. "Yes, sir. Got it, I will treat you like the lad— gentleman you are."



As they walked back to their apartment, Randy wanted to take Tanner's hand and hold it like other couples would. He had been ecstatic when Tanner asked him on a date, because Randy had thought he'd never have a chance with Tanner. He was so incredibly handsome and it had shocked Randy for Tanner to ask him out. He knew he sat still for a long time as he tried to make sure he'd heard correctly. But it was his dream come true. Except this time he was Cinderfella, and he got the prince. 

They could have sat on the edge of the sewer treatment plant for the date and Randy wouldn't have cared. Of course Tanner had picked a nice restaurant; a lot more expensive than their normal hangouts, not even a chain place. After their amazing meal, they had gone to the latest comic book makeover movie. No, the irony that two gay guys on a date would go see an action flick, wasn't lost on him. But the stereotypes just didn't fit them. They both preferred action movies to musicals, and Tanner knew that when he picked the movie. It had been a great success so far as Randy was concerned too. They had gotten into watching the movie, cheering the heroes and booing the villains. They had also managed to share a bucket of popcorn, and each time their hands touched Randy had felt a jolt run through his system. By the time the movie ended, what he really wanted to do was straddle Tanner's lap and make out. But he managed to maintain his decorum and not get arrested for public indecency.

Randy watched with a grin as Tanner tried to open the apartment door. Randy hoped that the slight tremor making the task more difficult was his fault. With an ornery grin he decided to put his theory to the test. He put his hand in the small of Tanner's back and ran it slowly up the young man's muscular back. He felt a shiver travel up Tanner's body, but Randy also underestimated the effect it would have on himself. As he felt the smooth muscular body of his date, his body quickly responded. With his fingers spread between Tanner's shoulder blades he lost himself in the hard flesh under his hand, almost missing the fact that Tanner had dropped his keys.

"Damnit, Randy! Stop that," said Tanner with exasperation in his voice.

"Sorry, honey," replied an unrepentant Randy.

Tanner grabbed his keys from the landing and quickly opened the door before Randy could start anything else. Stopping just inside the door, he turned and looked at Randy, rising slightly on his toes so they were eye to eye.

"In the movies this is where the girl asks the guy in for drinks, but we're underage, we both live here, and last time I checked neither of us was a girl," said Tanner with a grin and a bashful glance to the floor. When Randy didn't respond, Tanner looked back up, to see a smoldering look in his eyes. 

As their eyes locked, Randy stepped in close and wrapped his arms around Tanner and pulled them tight against each other. Knowing his dreams were about to become reality, he savored the moment, looking at Tanner. He was surprised to see Tanner's cheeks flushed red and his lips looking very kissable. Randy surrendered himself to the moment and leaned in, pressing his lips against Tanner's. The touch of their lips ignited a fire in both of them. Randy's hands flew over Tanner's back, touching and feeling the man in his arms. As the desire calmed, Randy slowly pulled back, their lips separating with a soft pop and a gentle hissing sound as they both gasped for air. 

"But we can still do the goodnight kiss . . ." said Randy with a rough voice once he had regained some control.

Tanner pulled him into the room, kicking the door shut behind them as he grabbed Randy's face between his hands. Leaning in, Tanner pressed his lips hard against Randy's as the passion of the moment overwhelmed him. Randy loved the feel of Tanner's work roughened hands against his face while their lips slid over each other, moans and gasps filling the tiny apartment. Even in the heat of the moment, Randy remembered that Tanner was a virgin, in all ways. So he didn't want to press things too far, wanting to leave Tanner with no regrets, but he thought they could go a little further. 

Randy clasped Tanner's hands, pulling them to their sides. Smashing their lips against each other, Randy took Tanner's bottom lip in his teeth and teased it gently. When that resulted in a chorus of moans, he let his tongue slid along Tanner's lips. Tanner's mouth immediately opened, and Randy slipped his tongue deep inside Tanner's mouth. 

The pair was lost in passion, each touch and caress building the lust inside them. Time seemed to stand still as they shared an intimate moment with each other. Their hands drifted over each other's bodies, muscle and masculinity intermingling with hormones and pheromones as their emotions built. Finally Randy slid his hands lower, grabbed Tanner's tight ass and squeezed it between his hands.

"Oh god!" moaned Tanner, "I'm so close to coming."

Randy stopped, and reluctantly moved his hands back to Tanner's waist. Leaning in he softly kissed the panting Tanner, who was looking very confused.

"Babe. I want your first time to be mind blowing. Let's cuddle and watch TV. Ok?" said Randy quietly, afraid Tanner might misinterpret his actions.

Tanner stood in a daze as his impending orgasm slowly subsided. The hands holding him, the kisses he had never had, it was all causing a whirlwind of emotions. He knew Randy was right; he didn't want his first time to end with him shooting in his pants. He looked up and smiled at Randy.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 02



"You're right, it's ok. Let's watch some TV and cuddle," said Tanner. Grabbing Randy's hand, Tanner pulled him to sit on the couch, clicked on the TV, then snuggled against him. Randy put his arm around Tanner and pulled him tight against his chest. The warm loving embrace gave Tanner a warm sense of security as they settled in for a great ending to an amazing date.



Randy was suddenly awake, unsure what would have brought him out of a sound sleep in the middle of the night. He and Tanner had enjoyed their evening together, and Tanner seemed ok with Randy stopping them from going too far. Something had happened though, he was awake. Randy sat quietly, trying to work out the reason. As his senses extended into the room, he became aware of more and more. The hum of the fans, the rattle of leaves against the window, but then he heard a wet rhythmic noise.

Moving slowly, he turned his head, looked over, and smiled to see Tanner with his shorts tucked below his balls, his hand slowly jerking his thick cock. Randy watched entranced, enjoying the erotic show. Reaching down, he started squeezing his own rapidly growing cock as he watched his hot roommate slowly masturbate. Tanner's breathing was becoming rapid and Randy could tell he was close.

Suddenly Randy heard a loud grunt, and even in the dim room he could see the first squirt of cum shoot above Tanner and hit the wall. After the initial volley, his body seemed possessed, with stream after impressive stream coating Tanner with a thick layer of jizz. The scene almost set Randy off too, but as he edged closer and closer to his own fulfillment, he stopped. 

Tanner was still panting softly in his bed, and Randy wanted so much to go to him and enjoy the aftermath of his climax. But it was more important to Randy that Tanner still be around tomorrow, and the next day, and the week after that; than for him to get his rocks off. Leaving his aching cock untouched, Randy turned on his stomach, tucked both hands under his pillow and closed his eyes, knowing he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.



As Randy walked up the driveway, he heard familiar low voices. Coming around the stairs to their apartment, Randy found Tanner helping their landlord, Fred. He paused for a few minutes and had to smile as he watch his boyfriend cleaning the flowerbeds under the direction of the diminutive old man. Randy also quickly noticed that there was still a lot of fall clean up to do around the older couple's yard. He tossed his bag down on the stairs and moved to help Tanner.

Without a word Randy got another rake from the garage and moved to one of the large beds in the couple's yard. Fred bobbed his head in acknowledgment and soon the two young men were heavily involved in getting Fred's yard back to its pristine condition. As they hauled the leaves to Fred's compost, the two would wink and flirt whenever they thought he wasn't watching. The simple act of helping put both of them in a great mood, and the nip in the air marking the arrival of fall made the physical work enjoyable. As they dumped the last of the leaves into the pile, Jenny stepped out onto their patio and called to them. 

"Come on boys. I have snacks for my hard working men."

Tanner motioned for Randy's rake and trotted to the garage to put them away while Randy followed Fred to the patio. As Tanner trailed behind the other two, Jenny motioned them to a table that she had covered with food and drinks. Smiling she handed Randy a steaming mug of spiced cider, followed quickly with another to Tanner. "Thank you, boys. Fred is getting too old to be doing heavy lifting. I tell him, but he never listens to me."

"It's ok, Mizz MacIntosh. We're happy to help, anytime," said Tanner with Randy nodding his agreement as he took another drink of the warm flavorful drink. Relaxing in the waning fall sun, the four of them visited and nibbled at the snacks until the sun was only an amber smear along the western horizon.

Tanner glanced at his watch, looking up with a frown, "I'm sorry to be the spoil sport, but I have a meeting in about an hour and I need to get ready." He turned to acknowledge the hosts, "Thank you, Mizz MacIntosh, Mister MacIntosh. The food was great, it really hit the spot."

Randy climbed to his feet and then drained the last of his latest mug of cider. Sitting it down he smiled at the couple, "Yeah, me too. I've got a test tomorrow and I need to study. But it was very nice of you to feed us."

At the announcements, Jenny rose to her feet in a spry leap, grabbing each boy in turn, and hugging them against her tiny frame. "You boys are such a blessing, yes indeed, a blessing. Now off with you, schoolwork is important. Scoot! Go on!" said Jenny with a shooing motion from her never still hands. 

The boys smiled and returned her hugs and then headed to their apartment. Fred and Jenny watched with smiles as the two entered their apartment.

"Won't be long now, not long at all. Tanner is gonna show that Easterner how cowboys ride any day now," said Fred with a smile.

Jenny swatted her husband "Oh, Fred! You're terrible! Git yourself in the house before those boys hear you"

Fred took his wife's hand with a smile and nestled it in the crook of his arm, walking arm in arm with her into the house.



Tanner appreciated the time that Randy was giving him to work things out. But after several weeks of almost daily hot make-out sessions, jacking off nightly wasn't taking the edge off any more. Tanner decided it was time, and he was going to be the one who started the ball rolling. He'd worked out not long before he expected Randy home and his muscles had a nice pump, then he'd put on a pair of white shorts that you could see through, with nothing on underneath. He hoped the combination would be enough to convince Randy that he didn't need any more time. To help set the mood, he'd splurged and put together a meal of all the foods he could remember Randy mentioning that he enjoyed, like seafood and macaroni salad. It had been somewhat of a challenge, the only seafood that looked appetizing was shrimp, and he had a difficult time finding the macaroni salad, but he'd managed to find it at a deli in town. The rest of the meal was easy in comparison, but Tanner didn't care how much effort it took. He wanted it to be as close to perfect as possible.

As much as Tanner loved to eat, he was a decent cook too. He'd found a shrimp recipe and thought it looked like something Randy would enjoy. He turned on the music, relenting his typical country for some soft jazz, and was soon so focused on the meal that he didn't even hear Randy coming until the door opened and he walked in.

Randy looked around the room as he put down his bag, knowing immediately what Tanner was doing. He agreed too, it was time. But he was impressed with all the effort Tanner had put into his seduction, and he planned on enjoying every minute.

Tanner glanced over his shoulder and burst into a smile. "Hey! Welcome home. I thought I'd fix us something special."

Randy walked over, enjoying the view of Tanner's ass through the translucent shorts. He wrapped his hands around Tanner's waist and leaned across to look at the food. He was a little surprised to see shrimp getting their trademark redness as they reached the perfect degree of doneness. Tanner quickly fished them out and laid them on the serving plate. But Randy's attention was snatched from the food when Tanner walked past him to their small table, rubbing his hard ass against Randy's crotch. Randy immediately hardened, his breath coming in gasps as Tanner's silky shorts caressed his crotch.

He watched as Tanner's bare feet padded across the floor, his hairy calves flexing and releasing with each step, his butt flexing through the sheer white shorts. By the time Tanner had taken the few steps to the table, Randy was hard and leaking precum. Randy's nipples hardened and began to ache softly as he moved to sit beside his amazingly handsome boyfriend. Randy had been waiting, and had kept his promise to himself that he wouldn't release any of his built up passion until it was with Tanner. The nightly make-out sessions with his boyfriend and then listening to Tanner afterwards jerking his cock had Randy unbelievably horny.

Finally making it to the table without exploding in his pants, Randy gingerly sat down and for the first time paid attention to the meal. Tanner had cooked one of Randy's favorite meals, steamed shrimp with macaroni salad and several vegetables, including sautéed kale and mustard greens. He quickly loaded his plate as his hunger won out over his sexual need, at least for the moment. As the first fork of macaroni slipped into Randy's mouth, he was transported back to summer picnics on the beach when he was little. It even had that touch of something special in the dressing. He looked at Tanner with a smile.

"You remembered."

"Of course I did, 'just a pinch of Old Bay'," said Tanner with a grin.

"Perfect, just perfect!" said Randy with a smile. Randy took another bite and continued, "I can't believe you found it this time of year."

Tanner said chuckling, "Well it wasn't easy. I didn't know it was a summer thing."

Randy enjoyed the meal Tanner had put together, and as he was sucking the juice from the last piece of shrimp off his fingers; he felt a set of toes slide up the inside of his leg and between his thighs. Randy smiled at Tanner and spread his legs wider, giving him open access. Soon Randy's breath was coming in short gasps as each pass of Tanner's foot made his cock ache and jump. As he watched, Tanner's face got a look of sheer deviltry. Grabbing the table, Tanner slid low in his chair and Randy tried to figure out what he was up to until he felt Tanner's toes glide over his nuts and rock hard cock.

"Fuck! Stop, or there'll be a mess," moaned Randy.

Tanner's response was to tease Randy again and again. Soon the athlete's head was thrown back and his nipples were hard and protruding in his skintight workout jersey. As he was about to release weeks of built up semen, Tanner stopped and slid back into his chair. Randy watched, panting, as Tanner laid both palms flat on the table and slowly started to rise. Randy licked his lips as slowly Tanner's bare chest appeared; next hard abdominal muscles came into view, along with his deep Adonis belt. Randy distantly noted that in spite of all his bitching, Tanner was definitely more cut as a result of the workout sessions the two of them shared. 

Any other thoughts evaporated as Tanner's navel came into view with its whorl of dark hair that thickened to a dense treasure trail plunging down his stomach. Randy waited with little patience as Tanner teased him. Finally Tanner started to press upward again and Randy could clearly see the base of the hard column of flesh trapped under the table as a grunt escaped from Tanner's lips. Finally Tanner's cock escaped its entrapment and swung into view. The white shorts gave most of Tanner's goods a slightly abstracted look, with tantalizing glimpses of his dark bush and egg-sized balls. Incredibly that was not the most impressive, that honor was easily captured by the head of Tanner's cock, a deep red flesh mushroom that was clearly visible through the soaking wet fabric.

Once Tanner was standing, he walked closer and put his hand under Randy's chin. Lifting him so they were looking eye to eye, Tanner kissed him softly and then smiled at the rapidly panting Randy.

"Come on, let's move this somewhere more comfortable," said Tanner in a low voice.

Taking Randy's hand he pulled him to the bed, smiling as he looked back to see the bulge in his workout pants. He pulled Randy the few feet to bed and kissed him again. Running his hands under Randy's tight shirt, Tanner softly caressed his chest, enjoying the lightly textured fur it was covered with. Tanner had wanted this to be special, and other than a multitude of his own fantasies, and a few gay videos, his experience was non-existent. So he'd done some on-line research and had found a few things he wanted to try with Randy. Starting with the first thing on his mental list, Tanner pushed Randy's shirt over his head, sliding it off his muscular arms until it puddled in the floor.

Without looking for permission, Tanner started exploring Randy's body, and Randy was only too happy to accommodate him. Tanner began his sampling by blowing gently into Randy's ear, which won him a giggle.

"Sorry, cutie. But that just tickles," said Randy with a smile.

"Good to know," said Tanner with a chuckle, "How about this?"

Tanner took ear lobe between his teeth and bit down as he tongued the flesh between his teeth.

"Oh god, no, that's good. No giggling," said Randy with a moan.

Tanner chucked to himself and moved to the other side to repeat his performance. Soon the young jock had his head thrown back, groaning with pleasure. Tanner's hands traveled over his hard back as he kissed gently down Randy's neck and explored his body, careful to keep his hands above Randy's pants and the straining cock trapped inside. He whispered to Randy, "Let me know if you like this."

Randy nodded weakly as Tanner moved back, his need to erupt on the precipice as Tanner masterfully kept him at the peak of his arousal. But then Tanner sucked one of Randy's nipples into his lips, gnawing on it gently as his tongue lashed over the hard tip. Randy let out a shuddering gasp as his body quaked in response. Feeling Tanner move toward his other nipple, Randy grabbed his shoulders, "I'm about to blow. That feels amazing, but I don't want to just shoot in my pants."

Tanner grinned broadly as he rubbed his fingers over Randy's nipples, amazed that he could bring Randy off so easily. But he agreed, he wanted to see Randy shoot, all the play over the past few weeks made Tanner want to fully experience everything about their first time to bring each other to a climax, he especially wanted Randy's explosion to be unforgettable.

Tanner leaned in to kiss Randy, running his hands over the hard body in front of him and letting his them slide downward until he was cupping Randy's ass and squeezed it gently. Tanner's hands shifted, his thumbs slide into Randy's waistband then slowly pressed the crimson pants over his ass, letting them fall to his ankles. He looked up to see the look of pure lust etched on Randy's face.

Tanner's own needs were building too, and he knew neither of them were going to last long. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he pulled Randy closer and then started peeling the compression shorts off his muscular body. Time seemed to stand still as more and more of his boyfriend's crotch was exposed. The dark blonde bush surrounding Randy's cock and balls was dense and smelled of fresh sweat and sex. With a final jerk, Randy's shorts were off his hips and his cock swung in an arch that ended with it tight against Randy's flat stomach. 

Tanner was mesmerized by his first real view of Randy completely nude. He was not disappointed. Randy was just as hot as he'd always known he would be, maybe more so because he was more than just a cock and balls, he was an amazing guy. Tanner leaned in to sniff as his hands explored Randy's crotch, feeling his hands slide through the dense hair that was wet in places with precum. Leaning back slightly, he took Randy's cock gently in his hand and pulled it down from his stomach, looking at it as he lightly traced his finger over the large blue vein running down it's length. As he ran his finger across the crown, he felt Randy's hands grab him under the armpits and lift him from the bed.

"My turn," said Randy.

Randy slowly knelt in front of Tanner, running his hands over his lean torso, flicking his thumbs over Tanner's nipples as he had done. As his knees met the hardwood floor, he let his fingers sink into Tanner's hips as he leaned in and inhaled. The clean smell of Tanner was mixed with the wet scent of precum from his leaking cock. When his face paused in front of Tanner's throbbing cock, he couldn't resist flicking his tongue out for a taste. Tanner let out a loud moan and Randy sighed softly as the tang filled his mouth and exploded through his system. Chiding himself for rushing things, he began slowly revealing his treasure as more and more of Tanner was exposed. Glancing up he saw that Tanner's eyes were locked on the scene of what Randy was doing. With a smile, he pushed the shorts down to Tanner's ankles, watching as his cock sprung up and slapped Randy wetly on the cheek. Leaning in, he kissed the side of Tanner's hip gently, and then felt himself being lifted to his feet.

"Oh no, big boy. You had your chance to run things, tonight is mine. Just hang on," said Tanner as he kissed Randy gently. Randy felt Tanner's hands leave his body and he recoiled slightly from the emptiness that resulted. But regaining himself, he watched as Tanner pulled pillows from both beds and piled them in the corner of his. He watched as Tanner crawled across the bed, his bare ass the focus of Randy's attention.

"Come here," said Tanner as he sat down.

"What?" said Randy slightly startled.

"Come sit between my legs, I want to have some fun," said Tanner with a leer.

Randy smiled, not certain what Tanner had in mind, but sure he was going to enjoy it. He crawled between Tanner's thighs, staring at the stone hard cock that was the object of his desires. As he got closer, Tanner pulled him into a kiss, their bare chests rubbing against each other as they enjoyed a new level of closeness. As their lips separated, Tanner turned Randy gently until his back was pressed against Tanner's lightly haired chest. Tanner twisted his head and kissed Randy softly on the neck.

His hands began to caress Randy's chest, focusing on his nipples for several minutes until Randy was crying out with desire. Having succeeded in driving his partner to the edge again, Tanner let his hand slide lower, wrapping his strong fingers around Randy's hard, wet cock. Tanner slowly started stroking it as he continued his nipple play. Soon Randy was thrashing in his arms, a writhing masculine entity that needed release. Pulling from his newly discovered bundle of tricks, Tanner slid his hand down Randy's torso until he was fondling the other boys nut sack as he stroked the rampantly leaking cock in his other hand. Smiling slightly, he let his hand slide lower and pressed hard against Randy's perineum.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Randy, "Here it comes!"

Randy's body tensed as his climax began, his entire body shuddering in Tanner's arms. With a guttural cry, the first wad of cum erupted from his cock with a splat on his pelvis. It marked the beginning of a steady eruption of youthful cream that flooded his lower body. Tanner continued to slowly jack his cock as the stream of cum flowed from it. Tanner was amazed at the amount, it was like a biblical flood as it covered his whole midsection. Finally he heard a relieved gasp as Randy finished, his body slumping against Tanner in exhaustion.

"Oh my god, I've never come like that before," said Randy between gasps.

Tanner laughed softly, "Yeah, you pretty much hosed yourself there stud."

Randy turned slightly pink in embarrassment, but quickly recovered as Tanner grabbed a towel he'd laid close by and started wiping the cum off Randy. Soon he had the majority of it captured in a now soaked towel. But he still had a problem of his own.

Randy turned in Tanners arms and stroked his face. "That was fucking amazing. Damn, I thought my balls were going to be sucked inside me," said Randy with a smile. Running his hand down Tanner's chest, he got a soft gasp in reply.

"I think you need some relief. I have an idea. Do you trust me?" said Randy.

Tanner nodded, wondering what the lacrosse player had in mind as he watched him lay on his stomach down the bed. He opened his legs slightly and then looked back at Tanner. Tanner was starting to tremble as he looked at Randy, he wasn't sure he was ready for this step. Turning he met Randy's eyes,




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 02



"Randy, I'm not sure about—"

Randy took his hand, "Do you trust me?"

"Sure, but . . ."

Randy chuckled and then wiggled his butt in the air in front of Tanner. "Calm down Tanner, you're not going to fuck me. Now listen . . ."

Tanner breathed a quick sigh of relief and then absorbed the idea Randy was proposing. He looked at Randy's tight bubble butt, and smiled.

"Yeah, I think that'd be fucking hot!" said Tanner.

Tanner moved quickly and knelt between Randy's legs. He reached down and opened Randy's tight ass cheeks and almost shot his load just from the sight of his hot, hairy crack. As his breathing sped up, he moved forward, lodging his hard cock between the firm cheeks. Urgently needing release, he began sliding along Randy's crack, the hair quickly becoming coated with precum. Soon he was rocketing toward an orgasm as the texture brought Tanner a whole new set of sensations. Soon the hot wet sounds were surrounding them and then Tanner's body convulsed as his cock exploded, spraying them both. While his body was wracked with pleasure, Tanner wrapped his arms around Randy, sunk his fingers into his pecs, feeling Randy's body shake as jet after jet of cum shots layered themselves on his back and shoulders, some dripping from his dark blond hair. Tanner slowly drifted back to the present as his cock softened and slid into Randy's crack, leaving a thick trail of cum lining Randy's trough. Tanner lost himself in the moment, rubbing his hands over Randy's cum covered back. After a few minutes, an exhausted Randy turned his head to look at Tanner.

"Tanner, we have a little problem," said Randy with a slight smile.

"What's wrong?" asked Tanner with a look of concern on his face.

"You need clean sheets. I lost a second load on your bed as you humped my ass."

Tanner started laughing as he ran his cum slick hands over Randy's back. "Let's go shower and clean up. Then we can change the sheets, it's a good thing I bought an extra set."

Tanner climbed off Randy, smacking his ass as he did. Randy tilted his head and then stuck out his tongue at Tanner, rolled on his back and wiggled, wiping cum over most of Tanner's bedding.

"Asshole!" squealed Tanner, who then started laughing as Randy squirmed across the bed like a dog getting his belly scratched. 

"Come on, jerk wad. It's a good thing Fred installed the new tankless hotwater for us, cause this is going to be a long shower," said Tanner.

Tanner pulled Randy off his bed and then pushed him toward the bathroom.



Taking advantage of the cool autumn weather, Jenny and Fred were sitting on their patio sipping hot chocolate. With a sigh, Fred moved slightly in his chair, pulled out his wallet, and handed Jenny a twenty-dollar bill.

Jenny smiled broadly and slipped the bill into the pocket of her housecoat. She leaned over and kissed Fred tenderly. Reclining against her chair she smiled at him.

"I told you Tanner would be the one to get the ball rolling."

Fred chuckled and shook his head, "And I should know better than to doubt you."

"I also told you that apartment needed better soundproofing," said Jenny as she kissed Fred's cheek.

"Yes, dear," said Fred with a chuckle.



The semester moved forward, and the boys continued to explore each other's bodies, delighting in the pleasure they were giving and getting, but neither wanting to push the other too fast. Randy felt especially responsible for guiding and supporting Tanner, although he was proving to be an apt student, as well as creative. Their lovemaking was passionate and affectionate, and while both men were ready to take it to the next level, neither was certain how to best bring it up. The situation changed little as time slid closer to the winter break.

With finals looming, the couple was sitting on the bed with their legs intertwined as they read through their textbooks. But after an afternoon of studying, Randy was ready for a study break, and was willing to annoy Tanner to get it. Running his toes over Tanner's thigh for the third time in ten minutes, he got the same response as Tanner swatted it again and pushed his leg away.

"Study," said Tanner sternly.

"But my cute boyfriend's right here, and I wanna play," said Randy with a smile.

"Study now, play later," said Tanner with a stern look as he continued, "If . . . you're good."

"Oh, I can be very, very good," said Randy with a snicker.

When his latest innuendo didn't get a response, Randy crawled across the bed to see what Tanner was working on. Randy looked at the textbook and then at Tanner. "Chemistry?"

"Yeah, organic chemistry. Mostly diagramming structures, but it's a prerequisite for biochem, which I have to take before I can apply to vet school."

"Why chemistry? For the drugs or something," asked Randy, suddenly finding it interesting.

"And nutrition, if I don't get into vet school I'll probably go into Animal Science and they have to take biochem before they take their nutrition classes," explained Tanner.

"So Animal Science is . . . like Pre-vet?"

"They have Pre-vet, but I'd probably go into Ranch Management, then I could go home and work," said Tanner.

"But you can do that without a degree," said Randy as he struggled to understand.

"You could, but they teach you all the stuff about breeding system, mixing rations, managing herds, building working facilities that make sense, and the business side of buying and selling livestock; all the stuff to run a successful operation. You could also use it to work for someone else, like to be their ranch manager. It doesn't have to be working for yourself."

"Oh," said Randy as he sat and tried to digest what Tanner had just explained.

Tanner finally closed his book and looked at Randy. Realizing Tanner wanted his attention, he refocused on his man. When Tanner saw that he had Randy's attention he started, with more than a little hesitation.

"You know what we've been doing has been amazing," said Tanner.

"The sex?" said Randy.

"Well everything, but yeah the sex," said Tanner.

"Yeah, I'd kind of noticed."

Tanner chuckled and smiled before he continued, "You also know that I've never been with anyone but you."

"Yesss," said Randy with trepidation.

Tanner chuckled and reached over and patted Randy's thigh, "Calm down, I just want to talk about . . . well the next steps. Randy, I don't want my first time to be with a rubber. Whatever we do I want it to be just you and me. So . . . we haven't really talked about it, but are we exclusive?"

"Yes! Hell yes!" said Randy almost in a scream.

"Ok, ok, I want to be too, but we hadn't talked about it. So I thought I would make sure we were both think'n the same thing." Tanner hesitated.

"Yeah?" asked Randy almost dreading the conversation now that it had taken an unexpected turn.

"Do you think we need to be tested? I mean, I've never been with anyone, but . . ." said Tanner hesitantly, dreading Randy's reaction.

Randy nodded and smiled at Tanner, melting his tension. "Blake and I always used protection, and it was mostly hand jobs anyway, but I should double check. I don't want to take a chance. Then we'll know, and we won't have to worry about condoms."

Tanner breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over, giving Randy a kiss. Who smiled and returned the kiss.

"That'll save us a shitload of money too. I mean the super magnum extra large sized condoms to fit my giant cock must be about ten, twenty bucks each!"

Tanner rolled his eyes and chuckled, pushing his boyfriend back to his books.



The pair had gotten through their finals with flying colors, but both of them were unhappy about their impending separation. They'd worked it out so they were both gone only as long as they had to be, but both had to go home to help their families. They had a few more days before they were leaving, and they were planning to spend them together. Fred and Jenny had invited them for dinner, so they were doing that before they left too. They'd both come to really love the older couple, they said the funniest things, but when you thought about them, it would really make sense.

But tonight they were going to have their private Christmas celebration and open gifts from each other, Randy had insisted they do it earlier 'so they could enjoy the gifts', which Tanner wondered about. He'd had a difficult time finding a gift for Randy, but he'd finally managed to get something that he thought would be good, and another that would be funny. Tanner was also hoping now that the stress of finals was over, they were going to have time to enjoy being with each other. But he didn't know if Randy had done the test or not, he didn't want to ask and be a nagging boyfriend.

They had finished supper a few minutes before and Tanner was lagging behind as he slowly loaded the tiny dishwasher Fred had installed in the apartment. He was starting to question his gift, wondering if Randy would think it was stupid, or even worse, insulting. Tanner knew he was really touchy about his sport, and now he was starting to wonder. But Randy was excited to get to the gifts under their tiny tree, so Tanner had little choice. 

Randy grabbed the four gifts and slid beside Tanner. With the two of them firmly wedged into the heavily padded chair, Tanner looked at the smug look on Randy's face and had to laugh. 

"Comfy?" asked Tanner with a laugh.

"Yup!" said Randy, "Now, I want you to go last. Cause you're probably going to want to use some of your presents right away."

Tanner twisted his lips with concern, so focused on the potential fallout from his gifts that he didn't even question why Randy wanted him to go last. So he watch as Randy picked up his smaller gift and shook it, and then repeated the performance with the larger present. Smiling, he started opening the larger gift. He soon had wrapping paper littering the floor as he pulled the gift out of the box. Looking up he grinned at Tanner.

"Lacrosse balls and bag? That's cool! I can always use them," Randy got a slightly confused look on his face, "But why dark blue, I mean they'll work great, but blue?"

"Yeah," Tanner smiled shyly, "I thought they'd match the balls in your pants by the time you get back from break."

Randy looked blank for a split second, and then burst out laughing. "That's great! I'll crack up every time I pull them out!" Randy grabbed him and gave him a warm kiss, then pulled out the smaller gift, stripping it of paper in the blink of an eye. Soon he was looking down into the small square box. After a few tense seconds for Tanner, Randy looked up and grinned. 

"A lacrosse pendant, I love it! And I've never seen one this detailed," said Randy.

"Well there was an art major in my chemistry class, and I helped him pass the class. So in exchange for the tutoring, he made it. It's suppose to be sterling silver," explained Tanner.

"It's great. I'll get a chain for it while I'm home, but it's so accurate. The guy did a great job."

Tanner beamed at Randy, thrilled that his gifts were so well received, completely forgetting the presents on his lap until Randy nudged him.

"Well, stud. Are you gonna open yours?" said Randy.

"Oh! Yeah!" said Tanner. Randy handed him the larger of the two boxes and watched as Tanner pulled out his pocketknife and carefully cut open the wrapping paper. As he methodically opened the package, Randy looked on in disbelief.

"Seriously? You're going to open them that way?" said Randy finally.

Tanner chuckled and nodded, "Yup, this is how I do it. Now sit still so I don't cut you." With a flick of his wrist, the last piece of tape parted and the paper slumped around the box. Tanner looked it over for several seconds and then looked at Randy with a quizzical look on his face.

"A bed doubler?"

"Yup, now we can shove our bed's together and make one big king that we can share," said Randy.

Understanding bloomed across Tanner's face, followed quickly with delight. Turning the box over he turned to Randy, "I wanna put 'em together tonight. Ok?"

Randy nodded, elated that Tanner was so excited about being able to share a bed. Pushing the second package at Tanner, Randy grinned at him.

"Hurry up, open this one," said Randy with barely contained enthusiasm.

Tanner turned the small box in his hand and then followed the same routine to open it. He lifted the lid to the small, shallow box and then beamed at Randy as he pulled the braided wrap out. With a couple of quick loops over his wrist Tanner had it on and held it out for Randy to admire.

"It's fantastic, but you shouldn't have spent so much money," said Tanner.

"Didn't buy it, I made it. A guy back home showed me how to do the braids when I was a kid," said Randy with a grin.

"Wow, that's really cool," said Tanner as he let the bracelet twist on his wrist. Looking up he smiled broadly at Randy, "Thanks, I love everything."

"Oh wait! I have another for you!" said Randy as he handed Tanner a wide, flat box. "Come on, open this one. You'll like it best," chattered Randy excitedly.

Tanner grinned at his boyfriend, wondering what could be in the box that had him so excited. Randy was practically crawling out of his skin as he watched Tanner methodically open the gift. He pulled out a large envelope filled with paperwork, as he slid it out, he looked at Randy with arched eyebrows.

"Read it!" said Randy, about to burst with excitement.

Tanner scanned through the pages, it slowly dawning on him what he was looking at. When he finally looked up at Randy there was a glisten to his eyes.

"You got tested," said Tanner, thrilled beyond words.

"Yup, tested and clean as a whistle. So we can do whatever we want, no rubbers needed."

Leaning over he kissed Tanner softly on the lips, then pushed himself out of the chair, took the gifts from Tanner's hands and set them aside. Tanner watched, his heart pounding in his chest as an almost predatory Randy moved in front of him, bracing his hands on Tanner's thighs as he knelt between them.

"I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you," said Randy softly.

He let his hands run up Tanner's denim covered thighs, stroking the muscle straining inside them. When his hands met on Tanner's crotch, he began rubbing his thickening cock through the jeans. Tanner was letting out soft sounds of pleasure as Randy worked the bulging mound in his pants. With a smile, Randy reached up, took Tanner's zipper and slowly lowered it. Reaching inside the dark opening, Randy fished out his hard cock.

Looking up, he watched Tanner, not wanting to miss his expression. Randy moved closer and pulled Tanner's hard cock up and let his tongue slip out, moving it closer, watching as Tanner stared at him with fixed eyes, his tongue moving closer until it touched Tanner's cock and made a quick swipe around it's large head.

"Oh Fuck! Oh god yes! More, fuck'n lick it more!" said Tanner through the gasps.

Randy pressed his lips against Tanner's slit and started tonguing it. His fingers drifted through his dense bush as he tasted the warm, delicious precum that was pouring from Tanner's cock. He fondled his nuts, letting them slide through his fingers as he pressed his face down, his mouth opening to accommodate Tanner's thickness. Soon he had Tanner's mushroom head in his mouth as he ran his tongue over it.

"Oh holy fuck! Oh damn, Randy! Man! I! Oh fuck! Gonna shoot, fuck come off it!" gasped out Tanner.

Randy snickered, completely unwilling to let a drop of Tanner's cum escape his mouth. He'd never taken a load before, it just hadn't appealed to him, but this time he wanted to drink down Tanner's cum more than anything. Pressing his head down, he was amazed when he felt Tanner's curly pubes rubbing against his lips. Randy quickly pulled back for air, and then shoved his face back onto Tanner's cock. He pinned Tanner's trembling body to the chair as he frantically deep throated his boyfriend. As the lust built, Tanner grabbed his head and started thrusting into his face. In spite of a few deep thrusts that caused him to choke, Randy loved it. 

Tanner suddenly tensed, his ass clenched off the chair as he screamed out, "Fuck! Yes! Take it!"

Randy grabbed Tanner's rock hard ass and clamped his hands around it as the first volley of cum filled his mouth. He tried desperately to swallow the torrent of cream that bombarded his throat, but a thin dribble leaked from his mouth. Tanner was bucking hard, much more so than Randy could ever remember before. Time seemed to stand still for Randy as he focused on delicious sex. But eventually he felt the muscles in Tanner's butt begin to relax as the flow weakened from his dick. With a final sigh, Tanner collapsed back into the chair.

Gasping for air, he watched as Randy licked his cock clean, swallowing every drop of cum that he could find. He was beginning to regain his composure when Randy looked up with a smile, licking the last spot of cum from his lips.

"How was that?" asked Randy.

Tanner leaned forward and pulled Randy on top of him, kissing him hard and plunging his tongue deep inside Randy's mouth. As they kissed, Tanner could faintly taste the lingering fragments of his orgasm. Pulling away, he looked at Randy with lust filled eyes.

"It was fucking amazing! Let's get those damn bed's locked together so I can have my turn." Randy smiled as Tanner struggled to get out of the chair, without ever tucking his cock back into his pants.

"You gonna put Mister Wiggles there up?" said Randy.

Tanner laughed at Randy and then shook his head, "Nope, he needs air. He's been trapped in pants for 20 years and you just gave him a whole new place he want to live."

Randy laughed and then stepped closer, kissing Tanner again and tugging on his flaccid penis. "Ok, just don't get him injured, I'm kinda fond of the little guy. Grab the shit for the bed and let's get busy."

The two of them quickly put their beds together and as they installed the last piece, Tanner turned and started stripping Randy of his clothes. After he peeled off the compression shorts, Tanner pushed him back onto the newly joined bed. Randy propped himself on his elbows as he watched Tanner strip. Soon the cowboy was crawling on the bed beside Randy and kissing him gently.

"You're fuck'n hot," said Tanner.

"You are so wrong," said Randy.

Tanner put his finger over Randy's lips. "Shhh, no arguments from you." Tanner paused, and when Randy looked up he thought he looked concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"I've never done this before. What if I don't . . . What if I don't want to . . ." stammered Tanner.

"Whatever you want to do will be amazing. Don't do anything that you don't feel like do'n. Whatever you do, will be perfect," said Randy as he caressed Tanner's torso. Suddenly he chuckled and Tanner looked at him in concern. Randy continued with a grin, "Just watch the teeth, they're a mood killer."

Tanner grinned, "I can do that." Tanner leaned closer and kissed Randy gently; as their lips separated he began kissing down Randy's neck. Eager as he was to get to his goal, he wanted Randy to enjoy the build up. As his hands splayed across Randy's lightly haired chest, he flicked his tongue over Randy's nipple, teasing the hard point with his teeth as he licked over its tip. Tanner wiggled lower on the bed, until he was looking over Randy's ripped stomach. His tongue traced along each of the muscular ridges, enjoying the texture of hair as it thickened slightly before plunging down his abdomen. Tanner kissed down his stomach, eventually reaching his goal, the thick patch of hair surrounding Randy's thick dick. 

Tanner lifted Randy's heavy member and looked at it, watching as the clear fluid slowly flowing from its large slit. Looking up at Randy, he saw a smile of anticipation.

"Oh damn, Tanner. You look so sexy, fuck I want you so bad," said Randy through a moan.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 02



Tanner's eyes glinted with joy just before he leaned in and licked across the head of Randy's cock, tasting his first dose of man. He savored the substance; amazed at the way it wound itself through his system, his recently spent cock awakening with the taste. 

"Come on, babe. Suck it, lick it, fuck do something!" moaned Randy.

Tanner grinned at his impatient man, and then sucked the head of his cock into his mouth, draining the fluid from its tip and then sinking it into his mouth with his tongue dancing across it's surface. 

"Oh fuck yes! Do that, fuck that feels good!" cried Randy.

Tanner pressed down quickly, and just as quickly came up coughing and choking. Randy chuckled as he watched Tanner try to regain his composure. 

"Well you definitely have a gag reflex," said Randy with a soft laugh, "Take it slow. Deep throating is highly overrated anyway, just work on the head. That felt amazing!"

Tanner smiled at Randy and wiped his mouth on his arm. Wrapping his fingers around Randy's swollen cock, Tanner slowly stroked it as he leaned in and ran his tongue around the crown. With little hesitancy he was soon licking and running his tongue over Randy's cock and balls. 

Randy moaned softly and sank back into the bed, enjoying the attention as Tanner ran his tongue over his hairy nuts, but the multitudes of new sensations meant that Randy was primed and ready to nut. He groaned loudly as Tanner's tongue hit a particularly erotic spot. 

Tanner let his tongue trail up the side of Randy's trembling cock and then took the head back in his mouth as he jacked the shaft. Randy soon felt his balls boiling over.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm coming!" yelled Randy.

Tanner released Randy's hard cock with a pop, not ready to take the load in his mouth, and began rubbing it against his rough face as he jerked it slowly. The first hot blob of cum flowed onto his cheek, each new squirt of cum adding to the coating until Tanner's face was covered with white liquid. Soon cum was dripping from his chin as Tanner relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of hot man essence coating his face and neck. He felt a final tremor travel through Randy's body as the last of his load slid from his slit. 

Tanner licked his lips, getting a small taste of Randy's masculine load, and smiled to himself. He liked the taste, he wasn't sure he would, like most guys Tanner had tasted his own semen and hadn't been impressed. But Randy's cum; it was amazing. Tanner couldn't have defined it, but it was like his body was missing a critical nutrient, and Randy was it's only source.

Moving closer with a leer, he began licking Randy's cockhead, cleaning it of the coating of jizz. Tanner's tongue and lips traveled over Randy's pelvis until he felt Randy's hands on the side of his wet face. Laughing softly, Randy ran his hands over Tanner's face, smearing his cum over it and into his hair.

"Damn! You got into it, babe," said Randy as his hands continued to travel over Tanner.

Tanner blushed and turned in head down slightly, "Sorry, I guess I got carried away."

Randy laughed and pulled Tanner back to him as they kissed. He then ran his tongue over Tanner's cheek and kissed him again with his tongue coated with cum. Pulling back slightly he smiled at his partner, "Well, get carried away like that every time. 'Cause it was fucking hot!"

Tanner laughed as he looked into Randy's sparkling blue eyes, "I'll see what I can do," said Tanner with a smile, "But I think we're gonna need to shower. This shit's starting to dry."

Randy grabbed Tanner's hand and pulled him toward the shower, eager for more time with his amazingly hot boyfriend.



Randy woke the next morning with a wonderful feeling of contentment. His initial disorientation was immediately replaced with a sense of fulfillment as he realized Tanner had spooned up behind him. The warmth of Tanner's body against him, as well as his scent, made Randy feel very content. He wasn't going to get too far ahead of himself, but right now this felt like something he'd like to keep doing for the rest of his life. 

As he settled back in, he felt one other new sensation. Tanner had a raging early morning erection, and it was firmly planted between Randy's bare ass cheeks. Randy started to move slightly, again enjoying the sensation of Tanner's mushroom-headed cock sliding up and down his crack. When a slight sigh escaped his lips, Randy stopped and relaxed against the bed. He didn't want to push Tanner too far, and some guys never learn to enjoy anal sex. He just hoped Tanner wasn't one of them, because the sensation of his big cock head gliding over Randy's puckered hole had Randy ready to shoot.

Randy willed his body to relax, and with Tanner's dick still wedged between his cheeks as he drifted back into blissful sleep.



Randy was picking at his piece of fried chicken while Tanner dug into his. The fried, fried and fried planning of the menu wasn't really what Randy would have preferred, but he could get down the chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and corn that Fred and Jenny had made. The older couple had insisted they have dinner together before the boys left for the holiday, and they both liked Fred and Jenny so they had readily agreed.

Once they finished the meal, Jenny brought out a plate piled with different sweets. Tanner noticed that Randy was wrinkling his nose at the idea of more empty calories in his system. Reaching over he picked up one of the white squares and handed it to Randy.

"It's Divinity, try it," said Tanner.

Randy nibbled a tiny corner off and tasted it tentatively. A smile erupted across his face as the sweet treat proved the perfect combination. Finishing the first one quickly, he reached for a second, and third, before Tanner nudged him. 

"Jeez! I didn't know you had such a sugar monster," said Tanner.

Randy laughed, "Usually I don't, but this is so good!"

The MacIntosh's laughed at the pair and then began asking the boys how classes were going and their plans for the break. Both guys felt very comfortable with the couple. Somehow they just seemed like people who would always be in their lives. Eventually they had moved to the living room and were sipping delicious hot chocolate. Fred looked over at the boys with an adolescent grin after he'd finished a few mugs of his 'special' hot chocolate.

"You boys were pretty loud the other night, glad things are working out," said Fred with a bawdy grin.

Tanner and Randy both flushed bright red; while Jenny smacked Fred across the arm with her tea towel.

"Hush, you old coot! Leave the boys alone! Their private time is none of your business. If you'd of soundproofed that apartment like I told you, you wouldn't be hearing them," said Jenny with a scowl.

Fred howled in laughter as he looked at the faces of the other three, but settled back into his chair without another word. 

The easy conversation resumed before too long, with both boys grinning from the memories of their wonderful night. Jenny suddenly jumped out of her chair and scurried to the back of the house muttering to herself. The boys glanced at each other as she returned shortly with a tiny box, wrapped in the most riotous Christmas paper imaginable.

"A little something for you two. Just a little something," said Jenny.

Randy started to hand it to Tanner to open, then remembered the agonizingly slow method he used to open presents, and decided to do it himself. He quickly tore into the box and popped open the top. Looking at the contents, Randy's cheeks reddened.

Tanner saw Randy's reaction and cautiously moved to peer inside the box. Randy saw him moving and tilted the box so he could see the content.

It contained a gift card to the local adult bookstore. As the realization of the gift dawned on Tanner, he looked up, trying to salvage his dignity. 

"Fred—" he began.

"Oh, honey, no. I got that. That way you boys can get something that might interest you, just something fun," said Jenny with an angelic smile as the two boys sputtered.



Randy watched out the plane's window as it taxied to the gate, glad that his dad had sprung for him a plane ticket home. It was a long drive from Oklahoma. He was also excited to see his dad; they had a lot of catching up to do. As the plane came to a gentle stop, he thought back over the semester, and how amazing it was to be with Tanner. After their conversation about animal science majors, Randy was also thinking it might be a better fit for him than business. He'd never really been that interested in a business major, but the flight home had given him plenty of time to think about it. He needed to talk to Tanner about the degree more, but he was interested.

As he walked up terminal hallway with his carry-on bag, he still felt the slight ache from saying goodbye to Tanner at the Oklahoma City airport. Neither of them had been happy about the separation, but neither had a choice. It wasn't going to be the entire break anyway, Randy was coming back early to spend some time at the ranch, but that was still two weeks away. 

Working his way down the walkway to the baggage carousal, Randy started looking for his dad. He was excited; he'd never told him that Tanner was gay and they were a couple. It just didn't feel like something to share in an email or over the phone. Besides, he needed to see the expression in his eyes, to be sure that he really was ok with everything. 

Randy grabbed his bag as it went past; it was hard to miss with the florescent orange tape around it courtesy of Tanner. He'd explained that it was just for ID purposes, but secretly Randy thought he was still trying to get even for the gift card from Jenny and Fred, like he had been responsible for it somehow. 

As he scanned the crowd again, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. Dropping his bags he grabbed his dad and hugged him tight. After a few seconds his dad peeled Randy off him and smiled at his excited son. 

"So how are things? What's new?" he asked.

Somehow Randy's careful explanation of his romance with Tanner completely left his mind and he blurted out.

"Tanner and I are a couple!"

A few people close enough to hear chuckled softly, but panic set in for Randy. That wasn't how he intended to say it. God, he sounded like an over hormonal twelve-year-old girl. Fearful, he looked up to meet his dad's eyes.

And saw nothing but loving understanding, and pride in his son.



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 03



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. 



Tanner was pacing in front of the airport exit. The airport security had finally stopped bugging him when he told them he was waiting for his roommate. It satisfied the security people, but it really wasn't that simple. Tanner had to admit, even if it was only to himself, he was falling in love with the handsome lacrosse player. Which scared the shit out of Tanner. Only two people knew he was gay, Randy and his sister, Jo, who had figured it out on her own. If his parents found out he didn't think they would be very happy, but he also knew he couldn't share his life with Randy from the recesses of the closet. He didn't want to lose his family, but he couldn't lose Randy either. He wanted to have Randy, and the support of his family, why did so many people make what seemed so simple to him be so difficult.

Tanner let out a sigh, realizing this was the same argument he'd been having with himself since Randy had left for winter break. Right now the only thing he knew for sure was he desperately missed Randy, and all the long distance phone calls and Skype chats just seemed to make Tanner ache a little more. He glanced over at the arrival boards and saw that Randy's plane should have landed 10 minutes ago. Where the hell was he?

Suddenly two powerful arms wrapped around his waist from behind and picked him off the floor. Twisting, Tanner's face exploded into a smile to see Randy.

"Damnit, boy!" said Randy with a grin, "I thought you'd be waiting to see me as soon as I got off the plane. But no! You're over here trolling for twinks."

"There was another exit?" said Tanner in a squeak. Clearing his throat he started again, "There was another exit? I've been waiting here forever."

Randy chuckled and sat Tanner back on the floor. "Yup, there are two, and you missed the one I was on. Come on, let's go get my shit."

The pair practically sprinted down the walkway to retrieve Randy's bags and go back to their apartment for some time together before starting the drive down state to the ranch Tanner's family owned. Randy had left on the florescent tape Tanner had covered his bag with when he'd left, and had Tanner carry it to the pickup, which had both of them snickering.

Once they were in the pickup and on their way to the apartment, Randy was constantly touching Tanner's thighs and arms. At one point Randy reached up and grabbed Tanner's hard nipple, causing him to gasp and swerve onto the shoulder. After he wretched it back onto the highway, Tanner flashed Randy a stern look, which only served to make him giggle. He went back to teasing, letting his fingers glide up Tanner's thigh, almost to his cock, but never actually touching it. 

By the time Tanner parked outside their apartment, he was only seconds from exploding. Turning he thumped his finger into Randy's chest and said gruffly, "Stop it! I don't want to shoot in my jeans." Randy's face broke into a broad smile, causing Tanner to let out a sigh and lean against Randy's muscular shoulder. "I've missed you, a lot."

Randy cupped Tanner's chin and kissed him softly on the forehead. "I've missed you too. Let's get inside. God my balls are aching. I'm not sure if I didn't get myself as worked up as I got you."

Tanner laughed, "Oh stud, I can answer that. I'm definitely more horned up!"

With a ribald laugh, the pair sprinted for the stairs, only to hear their names being called.

"Randy! Tanner! You boys are back. How was the trip?" asked Jenny.

"Fine, Ma'am," Tanner told their landlord. "And how were your holidays?"

At this point the two were committed to the regulation fifteen minutes of small talk required from anyone in Oklahoma when you see each other after a trip. Both boys were fidgeting with their aching hard cocks by the time they heard the blessed words that ended their conversation.

"Well I'll let you boys go. Enjoy the rest of your holiday," said Jenny with a smile.

The boys turned and ran for the stairs, their need having made them even hornier than they were before. Jenny watched as they crowded through their door and then turned to walk back into her house. Boys and their hormones, she thought, it never changes.

Tanner slammed the door shut and turned on Randy with a ferocious sexual hunger. He grabbed Randy head, pinning it tight in his hands and kissed him hard. Three weeks without his man had driven Tanner to this point, and the drive to their apartment with Randy teasing him the entire time had put him in an aggressive fervor. He covered Randy's face with hard, need-filled kisses. Working his way down, he sunk his teeth into his lover's muscular shoulder and neck, leaving a vibrant red mark on his sinewy throat.

Tanner felt Randy's hands pawing at him, almost ripping off his shirt as he tried to strip his lover. As Tanner's shirt fell to the floor, Randy grabbed him and yanked him closer. Twisting his head, Randy fastened his teeth on Tanner's nipple and bit down hard.

"Fuck! Oh holy shit!" screamed Tanner, writhing in Randy's arms.

Randy stood up, taking both of Tanner's nipples and twisting them. "You like that, babe? Fuck, you can't imagine how much I need you," said Randy with a lust filled voice.

Releasing Tanner's nipples suddenly, Randy pulled them together tightly. Kissing and biting the side of his neck, he cupped Tanner's firm ass in his hands. As their passion continued to build, Randy slipped his hands inside Tanner's pants and rubbing his hands over his tight, hairy ass. Soon the sexual intensity was reaching a head. Randy gave Tanner a passion filled kiss and then dropped to his knees in front of his man. 

Reaching up, he unbuckled Tanner's belt, opened his pants and tugged at them until they were wadded up on his thighs. Randy looked up at a panting Tanner, and then at his precum soaked underwear and bloated cock. He ran his finger along the length of the trapped cock, and felt Tanner tremble. Randy looked up and smiled.

"How close are you, babe?"

"How the fuck close do you think I am? You were teasing me all the way home, asshole!" said Tanner with a stifled chuckle.

"Good," said Randy. He then ripped down Tanner's briefs and caught his cock as it swung upward and buried it down his throat. Randy swallowed and adjusted, ramming more cock down his throat until he could feel Tanner's pubic hair rubbing against his lips. 

"Ah, Ah, Shit! Ah!" screamed Tanner.

Tanner grabbed Randy's head and started fucking his face like a wild man. His hard cock rammed into Randy's face without any thought of tender love. His hormones and lust flared like an exploding fireball and he used Randy as his convenient recipient. Fortunately for Randy, Tanner had little control left and Randy's slick throat almost immediately obliterated the infinitesimal thread that remained. Tanner grabbed the back of Randy's head and rammed in hard, pinning Randy with his hard cock down his throat. 

Randy felt the first shot of cum hit the back of his throat, followed rapid fire by a barrage of volleys. Randy swallowed frantically, trying to keep up with the rapid flow, but found it impossible. White cum leaked from the sides of his mouth as he drank down the youthful protein. But the frantic release, while huge, was short lived. Randy let Tanner's dick slide from his mouth and slowly licked the remnants of cum from its circumference until it was glistening with saliva.

Tanner gasped and shook with each touch of his boyfriend's tongue. He was still holding Randy's head, but now it was for support. As his desire spiraled down, he realized that his passion had driven him past their safe level, and he wasn't sure how Randy would feel about the way he was just used. Tanner hesitantly looked down to see how much damage his rampant passion had caused, only to see Randy grinning up at him as he wiped the last trail of cum from his face.

"Fuck! That was hot," said Randy passionately.

Tanner chuckled and lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of Randy. Leaning over, Tanner gently kissed him and then licked a white fleck from his cheek. Pulling back slightly, he searched Randy's face for signs of concern.

"You ok?" asked Tanner.

"Oh hell yeah! Well I will be when this guy is taken care of," said Randy with a rough chuckle and a motion to his cloth-trapped cock.

Tanner smiled as his hands trailed lower, taking Randy's package in his hands and squeezing slowly until a deep groan leaked from Randy's mouth. Tanner began kissing up and down Randy's neck while he grasped and squeezed his nuts and swollen cock. Hungry for his lover's dripping cock, Tanner lowered the zipper, reached inside the dark slit and slowly fished out Randy's wet cock. As it leapt free, Tanner looked down and licked his lips at the sight of Randy's cock. 

Tanner slowly lowered himself until he was almost lying on the floor. He kissed the tip of Randy's dick, letting his tongue travel around its edge as he did. Raising back again, he kissed Randy, letting some of the passion come back into his touch.

"What would you like for me to do about the little guy?" said Tanner with a smile.

Suddenly Randy turned crimson at the question and Tanner cocked an eyebrow at his reaction. 

"What?" said Tanner.

"Well," started Randy, "I've been looking on-line . . ."

"Oh? You surfing porn without me?" said Tanner with a smile.

"Ah. Well. Kinda," stammered Randy.

"And what did you find that you'd like to try?" said Tanner, getting interested in whatever was getting his much reaction from his typically calm boyfriend.

"Rimming," said Randy as his skin got even redder.

"You want me to lick your ass?" said Tanner.

"It was just an idea, you don't have to, don't sweat it—" said Randy.

"I'm, well, it's just that we haven't ever talked about it before. Babe, I'm not sure I can lick your asshole," said Tanner with doubt in his voice.

"Ok, I understand. It was just a thought," said Randy.

"Now, don't dump the idea. Your ass is fuck'n hot, and I love the feel of it in my hands. I'm just not real sure about lick'n the little pink starfish," said Tanner with a chuckle.

"Oh, I can guarantee it won't be fishy," said Randy with a chuckle, starting to relax as they discussed it more.

"Does it sound hot to you babe?" asked Tanner as he began to think about it more.

Randy pulled up his cock and ran his finger through the precum drooling from it and then looked up at Tanner with a smirk. "What'da you think?"

Tanner chuckled again and smiled as his lover. "Alright, I'm willing to try just about anything once, but you're going to go do a little cleaning for me first," said Tanner with a nod toward the bathroom.

Randy chuckled, "Probably a good idea. Be right back."

Tanner watched, amusement on his face as Randy unfastened his pants and stripped on his way to the bathroom. Once his clothes dropped to the floor, Randy almost sprinted through the door. Tanner immediately heard water running and a few heartbeats later, Randy was back and pulled him to his feet.

"You sure, Tanner? We don't have to do this," started Randy.

"Shutup and lay on the bed you big dumb jock. And get your ass ready for a thorough eating."

Randy shot Tanner a grin and crawled onto the bed. Tanner watched as his hard ass flexed with movement, his athletic body never failing to entice Tanner. He watched as Randy slowly lowered his chest to the bed while his ass was in the air, his knees spread wide to give Tanner better access. 

Tanner crawled up the bed and grabbed Randy's melon shaped butt in his hands and opened his crack. Leaning down he enjoyed the dark hair curling from his crack, and the pink hole puckered at the base of the trench. As he leaned in, Tanner inhaled deeply, the scent of his lover setting off fireworks in his head. The mellow earthy tone was buried deep in the masculine smell of Randy. Tanner had been more than a little concerned about how he would react to Randy's butt, but it was nothing like what he'd imagined. 

Leaning in he slowly tongued the base of Randy's scrotum. As he worked over the soft skin between Randy's spread legs, Tanner began to relax more with each swipe of his tongue, moving closer and closer to his ultimate goal. The slow build up was not only driving Randy wild with desire, it was evaporating the last of Tanner's hesitation. He moved his mouth to the top of Randy's ass, loving the taste and texture of it. As Tanner continued to explore these new sensations, he soon had Randy's trough of masculinity drenched, spit dripping off his boyfriend's nuts and onto the bed.

Tanner lifted off his lover, watching for a second as Randy's hole pulsed with need. Swirling his tongue in circles along Randy's crack, he slowly, so very slowly, zeroed in on his target. Finally reaching it, Tanner quickly flicked his tongue over Randy's flexing hole.

"Fuck! Oh shit! Yesss!", squealed Randy.

Tanner pulled up, cataloged his feelings, and realizing he was enjoying everything. It was the most intimate thing he could imagine, and the only detectible taste was simply distilled Randy. Moving back in again, he pressed his mouth against Randy's hole and licked it frantically. When Randy's squeals reached epic proportions, he knew it was time. Pressing his mouth against Randy's butt, Tanner's tongue darted out and speared Randy's hole. 

Randy practically roared at the sensation, the tentative finger play the two had tried was nothing compared to the sensation of Tanner's hot tongue driving itself into his puckering butt. He tried to lay still on the bed, but the electric jolts emanating from his ass soon had him spread as widely as possible and pressing back against Tanner, wanting more and more. 

Suddenly he felt Tanner's hand wrap around his throbbing cock and pull it down between his spread thighs. While Tanner continued to french his lover's hole, he started stroking Randy's thick, hard cock. As his stiffened tongue found its way into Randy's butt again and again, Randy was almost screaming with desire, his face buried in the pillow as he let out repeated cries as the passion built. Randy was incoherent with lust as Tanner stroked his dripping cock. His balls were already tight against his hard shaft when Randy felt Tanner press his face hard into his hairy crack, shoving his tongue deep inside. The extra bit of tongue up his ass drove Randy over the edge.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck!" screamed Randy into the pillow.

Randy erupted, his cock shooting on the bed as Tanner continued to lick and kiss at his hole. His body was overloaded with firing nerves as he shot volley after thick volley of cum onto the bed. With a final massive shiver, the last of his orgasm released Randy and he slumped against the bed.

"Oh shit. I've never come so hard. Look around down there for my balls, cause I think I shot them out," mumbled Randy.

Tanner chuckled, leaned down and planted a kiss on Randy's hip. "You are so fuck'n sexy," said Tanner.

Randy glanced over his shoulder and chuckled softly, "You just like me with my ass in the air."

Tanner grinned and then ran his finger down Randy's crack, teasing his hole again. A tremor ran through Randy's body as new sparks of desire flared inside him. 

"You better stop that or I'll pin you down and have you eating my ass until I cum again," said Randy with a smirk.

"Hmm, sounds yummy. But how about we shower and grab something to eat before round two," said Tanner.

"Probably a good idea," said Randy with a grin.



After spending the day reacquainting themselves with each others bodies, Randy and Tanner left to spend time at Tanner's parent's ranch, which was located a few hours south of the university. They were both excited to be together again, but knew they had to watch their displays of affection since Tanner wasn't ready to come out to his parents. While there was some work Tanner's dad needed help with, the pair also had quite a bit of free time to relax.

Their return ride from a routine pasture check had somehow turned into another competition. Randy topped the hill, his horse almost sitting down as it spun on its hindquarter, and raced into the wooded valley. Randy could hear Tanner whooping behind him as they galloped toward the ranch. Randy might not have been experienced riding Quarter horses a few months ago, but his athletic body had quickly adapted to the quick little ranch horses. 

Rounding the last thicket of trees, he crouched across the horse in an attempt to beat Tanner back to the corral. He could hear hoof beats close behind him as Tanner closed the distance. Urging his horse to greater speeds, determined to win this time since he had already cheated with a head start. But by the time they had covered all but the final 100 yards, they were neck and neck and Tanner was flat against his big stallion. Randy couldn't understand how Tanner could get that horse to move so fast. Randy had ridden him too, but had lost even then. As he saw the opening in the metal fence fast approaching, Tanner sudden shot ahead of him, winning their impromptu race. 

Randy brought his horse to a sliding stop and then let him walk slowly over to Tanner's mount. Positioning his horse close to Tanner's, Randy quickly leaned in and stole a kiss.

"Hey!" hissed Tanner, "My folks could see us."

"They went to town, remember? Nobody here but us boys," said Randy.

Tanner looked around quickly and then took off for the stables. A split second later Randy's horse leapt to follow. Dismounting, they quickly unsaddled their cooperative partners and, after a cool down walk, had them brushed and bedded down. Walking back into the alleyway, Randy felt strong arms wrap around his chest and hold him tight. He twisted until the two of them were face to face. 

"Hey, good-look'n," said Randy with a smile.

Tanner leered at Randy and shoved him against the hay stacked opposite the stalls. Pinning his lover against the bales, he leaned in and bit down on Randy's neck, sucking and biting as his hands urgently explored Randy's body. He pushed Randy's shirt up, loving the feel of his lightly textured chest. Leaning in he sank his teeth into Randy's neck again, matching the spot, wanting to mark his man.

"Oh jeez! Get a freak'n room would you!"

Tanner and Randy flew apart. Both frightened for the second it took to recognize that it was Jo who had caught them.

"Sorry, Jo. We forgot you were here. I guess we got a little carried away," said Tanner as he tried to catch his breath, trying not to think about what would happen if Jo had come along ten minutes later.

"A little? I've known girls that had to get married and got less action than you two just now," said Jo with a grin.

Randy chuckled, "I'd let him marry me to make an honest man out of me."

Tanner's head snapped to look at Randy, but before he could formulate a reply, Jo responded to Randy.

"Oh you know you're safe in Oklahoma. They wouldn't know marriage equity in this state if it bit them in the ass," said Jo. As soon as the words were out, she regretted them, even if she was just teasing Randy. She didn't mean to remind her brother or his boyfriend about their second-class citizen status in the state. The silence stretched out for an uncomfortable length of time before Randy walked over and grabbed Jo in a hug.

"It's ok. I know you were just messing with us," said Randy.

Tanner patted Jo on the back and agreed, "It's ok, sis. We were all just goof'n."

"I know, it's just stupid that they are so freak'n backward about it," said Jo.

Tanner patted his sister again, and then they all headed to the house without another word. As they went through the door, they walked to their respective bedrooms to clean up before their parents got back from town.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 03



Tanner and Randy walked into Tanner's room and sat side-by-side on the bed. They remained silent, thinking about what had happened in the stables with Jo walking in on them.

"We need to be more careful," said Tanner.

"I know, babe. We will be," said Randy. Leaning in he kissed Tanner lightly on the cheek, "You just make me so hot. I want you so bad."

Tanner chuckled and pushed his lover back on the bed, straddled his chest, and leaned down to kiss Randy passionately. Breaking the kiss he looked at Randy and grinned. "You'll make it until we're back at our apartment. Its only a few days."

After a few moments, Randy felt Tanner begin to grind his crotch against him. "Hey, stud. You too! No dry humping the boyfriend."

Tanner laughed and rolled off Randy, his hard cock obviously straining inside his jeans. Rolling on his side he leaned over to kiss his boyfriend, and a slight gasp escaped from Tanner. Randy turned to look at his lover, and saw a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Ahh, you might have a hicky," said Tanner.

"What!" said Randy as he jumped off the bed and raced to the mirror on Tanner's wall. Turning his head he saw a quarter sized purple spot on his neck. Turning to Tanner with a look of concern. "What're we going to do? If you don't want them to know then we have a problem."

"Come on, let's see if Jo has any ideas," said Tanner as he pulled Randy to his sister's room. Knocking furiously at her door, he waited impatiently for her to open the door. It opened suddenly and Jo was standing in the doorway, looking slightly irritated at the interruption.

"What?"

Wordlessly Tanner pointed to the bruise on Randy's neck. After a moment of silence, Jo broke into a giggle. "That's impressive, brother. Dang impressive. I suppose you want me to save your sorry rear-end and do something so Mom and Dad won't notice."

Tanner smiled, knowing Jo was going to help or she wouldn't be teasing. "Yes, Jo. Please."

Jo chuckled and motioned them into her room. She seated Randy in front of her dresser and turned the light so she could see his neck clearly. Looking down she rifled through her makeup and finally found the bottle she was looking for. Turning back to the guys, she looked at Tanner and winked. Going to work, she soon had the spot covered, with only a slight variation in color marking the previously vibrant spot. 

Randy turned, looking at his neck and then turned back to Tanner. "Well?"

Tanner stepped closer, turning Randy's head and looking at the mark from a variety of angles. Finally he relaxed. "Yeah, I think it'll be fine."

"Of course it will be fine. I did it!" said Jo indignantly.

Laughing softly, both boys gave Jo a hug and then turned to go back to their room. As they were going out of the door Jo grabbed Randy's arm, stuck the makeup in his hand and winked. Randy paused for a second and realized he would need more cover-up later.

The rest of the day went well, and Jo's makeup job apparently worked since there were no comments about Randy's neck, although Tanner did think his mother shot him a puzzled look at one point, but it was gone in an instant. That evening at dinner the conversation was warm and friendly. Tanner's initial concern about the hicky on Randy was subsiding until he looked up to see a twinkle in Jo's eyes while they were enjoying dessert. He started chewing on his lip as the smile spread across her face.

Jo turned to their dad, "You know, Dad. I thought I heard the studs screaming last night."

Randy started choking on his food, trying to see Jo's face but was unsuccessful. Turning he saw that Tanner was studying his sister with a twisted lip. Their dad gave Jo a puzzled look.

"I don't think so. They aren't even next to each other, I don't see how they could be after each other," said Tanner's dad.

"Oh, it sounded like they were right on top of each other," said Jo innocently.

"No, that's not possible. I checked them this afternoon and there were no bites."

"You sure?" asked Jo innocently, "Because I could of sworn that the bigger one had a big bite on his neck."

Randy and Tanner were both sending searing looks at Tanner's sister, wondering what the hell she was doing.

"Mark, you might want to check them again," said Tanner's mom with a look that said this conversation was not what she wanted at her dinner table.

With a smile from Jo and silent sighs of relief from Tanner and Randy, the conversation shifted to the impending beginning of classes and what was happening with all three youngsters. Soon they were all heading for bed, and another frustrating night of hands-off for Randy and Tanner for fear that they would draw more attention to themselves.



Their week on the ranch was coming to a close. Randy had several days of lacrosse practice and Tanner needed to do some prep work for his classes this semester since the professor had given them assignments that were due the first day of class. They were leaving in a few hours, but had agreed they wanted to take a last horseback ride before they left. So, with everything packed and ready to go, Randy found himself in one of the more remote parts of the ranch, following Tanner on a ride he'd insisted they take.

Randy watched as Tanner's tight ass and meaty thighs moved in time with his mount. The more he was with Tanner, the more things he found attractive. But it didn't hurt that he was a nice guy, someone Randy could see spending the rest of his life with. Randy was startled out of his revelry when his horse came to a sudden stop. Looking up he saw Tanner grinning back at him.

"What's up?" said Randy.

"Come up here, I wanna show you something."

Randy guided his horse beside Tanner's until he was looking at the tableau before them. It was a vignette overlooking a small valley. It was similar to a hundred other spots, but Randy could see this was somehow special. The thickets of trees formed islands of sculptural abstraction with their bare winter branches playing against the tan dormant grasses. At the bottom, Randy could just make out a small creek. As his horse settled next to Tanner's he reached over and ran his hands over Tanner's back.

"This is a cool place," said Randy with a smile.

"Yeah, I don't know why but this has always been my favorite spot on the place. I'd love to build my house up here someday. The creek has water even in the summer, it comes from a spring a little ways up the ravine," said Tanner with a smile.

Randy surveyed the area and grinned back at him. "Yup, I could live here."

Tanner leaned over, meeting Randy half way as their lips pressed against each other. Randy let his hand trail up the back of Tanner's head, cupping it in his hand as he leaned in to kiss Tanner again. Their lips were separated by a fraction of an inch when they heard the rhythmic sound of a horse galloping toward them. They quickly moved apart, turning to see who had discovered them.

When Jo's grinning face topped the hill, Randy quietly whispered to Tanner, "Your sister is a cock blocker if ever there was one."

Tanner laughed softly as he watched Jo barreling toward them on her horse. He didn't need to think about it too much to realize he was in complete agreement with Randy about Jo, he was ready for some private time too.



Classes had started, meaning Tanner and Randy's time was completely consumed. But they made an effort to at least spend some time together each day even if it was a few quiet minutes while they were both in bed, because between Randy's lacrosse practice and Tanner's heavy course load, they were stretched thin.

Tanner was enjoying what had somehow become their cuddling station, both of them wedged into the big overstuffed chair. The close personal contact seemed to work for both of them. If either of them needed to do more than reading assignments, then they separated. But both young men enjoyed the closeness, and the ability to lean in for a kiss whenever the mood struck.

Randy stretched, letting one hand alight on Tanner's neck and started rubbing. "I think it's break time, don't you agree it's break time, babe? Yeah, definitely time for a little break. Yup, I think we need—" Randy was silenced when Tanner slapped his hand over Randy's mouth.

Tanner grinned at Randy, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes and knowing he was in a playful mood. "Ok, but you have to let me finish this page. Then we can get a snack, or whatever," said Tanner with a grin.

"What are you reading?" asked Randy.

"The reading assignment for the second biology class, it's more mitosis stuff. Not hard, just a review mostly."

Randy nestled against Tanner and got a serious look on his face. "I've been thinking . . ."

"Did it hurt?" said Tanner with a grin, but when he turned to look at Randy he saw this was a serious conversation. "Ok babe, what about."

"My major. I've been thinking about changing to Animal Science," said Randy.

Tanner pushed himself upward so they were not so physically entangled when they had this conversation. "Ok, but they don't offer it here. State has the Animal Science program."

"Yeah, I know." Randy paused for what seemed to be a very long time before he continued. "I was thinking I could go to State with you."

Emotions whirled through Tanner at the thought. This was a major commitment. Were they really a long-term couple? He knew what he thought, but he wasn't sure about Randy. Randy had proposed it though. Also, what would happen to Randy's lacrosse? Tanner knew how important it was to him. With all these questions and more whirling around his head he realized that Randy was watching and waiting for a response.

"I would love that, Randy. But what about your scholarships and lacrosse."

"Well I'd have to find a job. But if you're in vet school I'd need to wait anyway so slowing down wouldn't be bad. And yeah, State's lacrosse is division 2, but I could still play. Playing college lacrosse is the important part for me," said Randy.

Tanner was afraid. This was a first test of their newborn relationship, and he wasn't very comfortable with the implications. Not that he didn't think he and Randy were made for each other, but it was all so new. As a couple they were new; living their sexuality was new; having more people know, that would be a huge step when they took it.

Randy could tell his announcement had shook Tanner. He was so in love with Tanner than it never occurred to him that they wouldn't spend the rest of their lives together. They'd known each other for two years, he knew straight couples who were married and had known each other for a lot less time. He scolded himself for dropping this bomb on Tanner without more explanation. 

He pulled Tanner from his perch on the arm of the chair and held him in his arms. "Sorry, babe. I didn't mean to freak you out. I was just thinking out loud."

"I want to, Randy. I want the whole white picket fence and two point five kids that's the dream. I guess I'm just scared."

Randy kissed Tanner on the forehead, squeezed him tight and then pulled back so he was looking directly into Tanner's eyes. "I love you, Tanner. And I'll do whatever it takes to convince you of that."

He snuggled against Randy with a contented smile, knowing that Randy wasn't expecting a reply and suddenly felt much better about everything.

Randy kissed Tanner just along the hairline and then burrowed his nose into his boyfriend's hair. 

"Besides," started Randy with a chuckle, "Dad will be happy to hear he was right."

Tanner popped up with a look of concern across his face. "What'da you mean?"

"Nothing, just that Dad said I should give you time to get use to things before I sprung anything new on you. But, of course, I didn't listen."

"Your dad knows? When did you tell him? Why did you do that without talking to me?" asked Tanner, panic starting to build.

"Tanner, he's happy for us. It was no big deal."

"But what if he tells my parents? I don't want to think what might happen. What if they yanked me back home? They help support me!"

"Tanner, calm down. He lives a thousand miles from here, and even if they were neighbors, Dad is good with secrets."

"Randy, I just can't let my parents find out. Not now anyway. I just can't. Jo's already figured it out, but I can't . . ."

"Don't worry, babe. No one's going to out you. We can do all this at your speed, I promise," said Randy.

"Ok, yeah. Sorry, I just—," stammered Tanner.

"Tanner, relax. It's all good. We're good," said Randy.

Tanner shuddered slightly, his arms wrapped around his chest. "I know you want more, but so much stuff could go wrong. I know you keep saying it will be ok, but what if it doesn't? What if they throw me out?"

Randy trapped Tanner's face between his rough hands, "Tanner, I'm sorry I've upset you. It wasn't intentional. And when you want to tell your parents is up to you. If it doesn't go well, then just remember we're in this together. If I have to work to get you through school I will. Now come here and cuddle with me. I believe we were about to start making out before I started talking too much."

Tanner paused for a few moments and then let out a soft chuckle and relaxed against Randy. "Yes, we were going to take a little study break, weren't we?"

Tanner leaned in, pressing his lips against Randy's and soon the recent conversation was the furthest thing from either of their minds.



Tanner looked through the information again. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd seen it, but he wanted their first time to be amazing. He had started trying to loosen himself up like the instructions said, but so far the most he could take without pain was one finger. When his fingers started slipping in, his ass just slammed shut. Tanner was hoping that it would be easier if Randy was working on him, instead of doing it to himself.

Tanner didn't think there would be any problem getting Randy to try a little finger play. He practically begged Tanner to rim him every chance he got. Once Tanner had even managed to get Randy to come from just tongue action. But he really wanted to take it a little further. As much as he was a typical 19 year old with surging hormones, Tanner wanted to make sure they were both satisfied. He thought the two of them balanced things pretty well, and Tanner wanted to keep things that way. 

He'd made a stop at the drugstore and picked up a few things, just to be prepared. Tanner had felt a little odd, picking up several kinds of lube. But the guy who had checked him out didn't even bat an eye. Tanner looked over the selection of lubricants he'd bought and had to chuckle. He'd been pretty optimistic; they could probably fuck for months with this much stuff. The articles had been pretty clear though, the more lube the better; and the less 'discomfort', although that sounded ominous enough to Tanner. 

Tanner couldn't help but get a little melancholy, spring break was coming in a few weeks, and while neither he nor Randy had obligations for once, they didn't have the money to go skiing in Colorado or to Padre Island with their friends. In his case, if he wasn't going somewhere, then his parents expected him to come home and work. So they wouldn't even get a chance to spend much time together. Tanner refused to get depressed about spring break, they would get plenty of time together later, just not this time.

As he stored away the last of the supplies, he heard Randy's familiar footsteps up the stairs to their apartment. At the simple sounds of his boyfriends approach, Tanner started to smile. They'd been together for months, but he still couldn't believe Randy, hot steamy athletic jock Randy, wanted to be with him. But he did, and Tanner certainly wasn't going to ask why, well not again anyway. 

After a few minutes he realized it was taking Randy a really long time to get up the stairs, and he was making an awful racket. Tanner walked over and opened the door to see Randy struggling up the stairs with a duffle bag big enough to hold both of them. Tanner stood looking at the scene before him in disbelief, until Randy snapped him out of it.

"No, no, I've got it. Don't muss your pretty little nails there cowboy," said Randy.

Tanner chuckled and grabbed the end of the bag. Between the two of them they quickly had it into their apartment, where it took up a good portion of the room. Randy tugged the bag to one side, and then let it drop. He stood up and grinned at Tanner as he rotated his aching shoulders.

"There we go! Got it taken care of," said Randy, his smile so large it was infectious.

"We got what taken care of? What the hell is in there? You could hide several bodies in that bag," said Tanner with a chuckle.

"Spring break, dumb ass. This is our spring break trip," said Randy.

"Really?" said Tanner tentatively, "You hiding me in the bag and shipping me to Fuji or something?"

"No! We're going camping! I love to camp, and you've talked about how beautiful the Ouachita Mountains are. So I borrowed this stuff from one of my lacrosse buddies. He said it's got all the stuff we need," said Randy as he beamed at Tanner.

"You know, spring break is in March. It might be pretty cold. You sure you want to spend it in a tent?"

"Absolutely! We're going to have a blast," said Randy enthusiastically.

Tanner knelt beside the bag and started pulling out equipment. After he'd pulled out the third cast-iron skillet, he began to laugh. "Who did you borrow this from? They have way more crap than we need. There's stuff in here that we wouldn't need unless we were trying to furnish a cabin."

"Brad loaned it to me. He said it had everything we would need."

Tanner chuckled as he hauled out a solar shower and showed it to Randy. As they went through the contents, they realized they could narrow it down to the few things they needed, and leave the rest in the garage. But after their amusement at the bottomless bag of camping stuff, Tanner stepped around the bag and grabbed Randy, planting a huge kiss on his lips. "Thanks! I was just getting all cranky because I was going to have to go home and work over the break. I think a week of camping in the mountains sounds great."

Tanner let his hands slide around Randy's neck, his lips started nibbling his musky skin. Randy sighed softly but then pulled back slightly. "It's not like I don't wanna have some fun time, but how did we go from camping to heavy petting in two-point-five seconds?" asked Randy.

Tanner looked down, feeling a little foolish. "Sorry, I guess I was horny thinking about all the stuff I just bought at the store."

"Stuff, what kind of stuff?" said Randy as a smile threatening to break his face.

"Lube . . . "said Tanner quietly, his face flushing.

"Cool! I'm ready to play," said Randy.

Tanner looked up just in time for Randy to kiss him, their lips slid over each other as their excitement grew at the thoughts of a new sexual exploration. Their lust filled systems were racing toward hard passionate lovemaking, but each of them knew they had to take care of their lover. Their hormones dictated the opening moments as their clothes flew to all corners of the room as they frantically pawed each other. 

Tanner knelt in front of Randy, pulling down his tight underwear and enjoying the thin trail of wet precum that was trailing down his briefs. As he released Randy's cock, it swung in a long arc and hit Tanner on the cheek with a wet sound. Grinning maniacally, Tanner grabbed Randy's stiff cock and took the head between his lips, gripping Randy's ass tightly as he plunged the hard dick deeper and deeper. Since his first experience, he had learned how to relax more, and usually could take Randy's full length down his throat. This time though, he was happy with less, Randy was horny enough that his cock was swollen to new proportions. As his cock disappeared over and over again, Tanner could feel his lover's body begin to tremble. Pulling back slowly, he released Randy's cock from his mouth with a final lick.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 03



Tanner stood, wiped the saliva from his face, then yanked Randy against him, their hard wet cocks sliding over each other. Tanner intertwined his fingers in Randy's hair and gently pulled his head back, fastening his teeth to Randy's muscular neck and biting down softly.

"Oh fuck," sighed Randy, "You have all year to stop do'n that."

Tanner continued sucking and biting on Randy's neck, enjoying his dominance over his hot man, loving how responsive his lover was to his touch. Tanner enjoyed taking charge, just in this one thing, but Randy seemed to enjoy the role too. Tanner let his free hand glide over Randy's chest, enjoying the textures as if they were newly discovered. With a gentle shove he pushed Randy face first onto the bed. Tanner chuckled as Randy squirmed, grinding his crotch against the sheet as he waited impatiently for Tanner to continue. Tanner leaned down and slapped Randy lightly on his furry butt, and was rewarded for his effort with a deep groan.

Tanner wrapped his hand around own cock and stroked it slowly and then swatted Randy again. "Get up on your knees, I have plans for that hot ass tonight."

Randy responded by bounding to his knees, his hips swaying slowly as he spread his legs wider, ready and waiting for what came next. Tanner pulled out the recently stocked drawer and looked through the variety of lubes, deciding an old standard was the best way to start. Squeezing the thick clear gel onto his finger he moved behind Randy, put his hand in the small of his back and held him in place. Looking between his spread cheeks, Tanner saw Randy's pink hole winking at him. Reaching down, he smeared the glob of lubricant over Randy's ass and then stroked it slowly, teasing over his hole as the hair matted down.

"Oh shit! Fuck yeah, that feels so good. More, fuck give me more, babe," groaned Randy.

Tanner smiled and worked the tip of his finger into Randy, swirling it slowly around his hole, pushing deeper as Randy's response was nothing but pleasure. As he buried his index finger inside Randy, he paused to give him time to adjust to the intruder. Randy did adjust, almost instantaneously as he began pushing back, wanting more. Tanner began slowly finger fucking him, his finger gliding easily into the hot recesses of his ass.

"Oh fuck'n hell! That feels amazing. I'm tingling from my fucking toes to the end of my hair. Oh god, babe. Give it to me."

Tanner let his finger be pushed out, and watched as Randy moaned with disappointment as his ass emptied. Tanner grabbed the tube and squeezed out another healthy blob of lube, and coated two fingers. Pressing his intertwined fingers against Randy's hole, he began pressing in, feeling the muscles stretch as his thick fingers slowly forced their way into his gut. Several minutes passed as Tanner slowly and carefully opened his lover, so turned on that his own cock was dripping precum over his leg, but wanting the experience to be a good one for Randy. He knew that this was new ground for them both. 

As he held the two fingers still, he gently caressed Randy with his free hand. His lover, crouched on the bed panting and loving begin finger fucked, was one of the hottest things Tanner had ever seen. Randy's entire body was responding to the sensations, his muscles rippled with cascading waves of pleasure that moved through his body. Tanner was enthralled by the scene before him, amazed at Randy's response. 

Remembering the online discussion about fingering your lover's hot button, Tanner slowly started finger-fucking Randy, watching as the big jock panted and moaned as his sexual timbre built. His ass clenched tight, gripping Tanner's fingers in an iron grip as his butt convulsed again and again. Pulling almost completely out, Tanner teased the tips of his fingers just inside Randy's smooth hole as he rotated his hand. 

Gliding back in, he probed for Randy's prostate, trying to find the sweet spot inside his lover. Suddenly he bumped against a hard spot, and Randy's response was unbelievable. It was as if he were suddenly afire with passion. Grunting and moaning, Randy was reduced to a sexual animal as Tanner stroked his sweet spot again. Tanner could feel it growing as Randy's now impending orgasm barreled toward a finale, and again ran his slick fingers over the spot. The touch was too much for Randy, cum exploded from his cock, thick pools quickly forming as his body emptied itself, Randy's ass clamping down on Tanner's fingers.

Tanner continued to stroke Randy's prostate, grinning at the response he'd gotten from his lover. The feel of his sweaty muscular body straining under his touch as round after round of semen flooded from his dick was sweet reward for Tanner. He never considered himself to be a great lover, so each time Randy responded so forcefully, it was a wonderful reward for Tanner. Finally feeling the last ripple of orgasm travel through Randy's body, he slowly slid his fingers out of his still clasping ass. 

He gently and lovingly ran his hands over Randy's body as they enjoyed a few moments of bonding. Randy slowly fell to his side, his face still red with exertion and passion, but he smiled lovingly at Tanner and reached up to touch his face gently.

"Oh crap, babe. You make me feel amazing," said Randy softly.

"Good, I'm glad," said Tanner with a grin.

Randy grabbed a towel and threw it over the pool of cum. Grabbing Tanner's arms he pulled the cowboy down to him, kissing him hard.

"My turn now," said Randy with a grin.

Tanner smiled, but it was with some worry that he felt Randy begin to run his hands over his ass. But as the gentle touches continued, Tanner was able to relax. Eventually he felt Randy roll him onto his back. 

"Pull your legs up, and relax," said Randy as he kissed down Tanner's neck.

Tanner looked down at himself, heels against his ass, granite hard cock levitating above his stomach and leaking precum. He felt very exposed and vulnerable, but somehow Randy made him feel safe. As he relaxed against his boyfriend, he felt Randy move, covering one finger with slick gel. The thought of the discomfort he'd felt when he'd tried fingering himself caused him to clench his ass muscles.

"Relax, Tanner. I promise I'm not going to hurt you," whispered Randy in his ear.

Willing himself to unwind, Tanner was finally able to release his muscles. As soon as he relented, he felt the ball of Randy's finger glide along the rim of his asshole. Tanner focused on the feelings it generated, and started to understand what Randy had enjoyed so much. Time was suspended as his lover brought him pleasure different than any he'd experienced before. The ripples of indulgence seemed to flow from his core, surrounding him with amazing sensations. Gradually Randy's finger probed deeper and deeper, finding new spots that Tanner had never known. The pleasure far outweighed the small jolts of pain that occasionally shot through Tanner's ass. 

Trying to repeat what Tanner had done to him, Randy covered two fingers with lube and began working Tanner's backdoor. As he eased through the first gateway, he looked up to see a grimace of pain playing across Tanner's face. Pausing, he watched for a few seconds, then let his fingers slip back out slightly. Randy kissed Tanner's taut stomach, feeling the light covering of hair and silky skin covering solid muscle, willing Tanner to relax again.

"You ok?" Randy asked finally.

"It's ok, go ahead," said Tanner with a valiant smile.

"Did it hurt?" 

"Maybe, a little."

"Then we need to slow down, I don't want to hurt you," said Randy with concern tinting his voice.

"Ok, that's probably a good idea," said Tanner, relieved that Randy was not upset.

Randy smiled and let his fingers slip out, his fingers traveling up and down Tanner's ass crack, coating the hair with slick gel as he teased his hole with each pass. Twisting himself on the bed, he took Tanner's cockhead between his lips and began cleaning it of the coating of precum. 

As Randy sank Tanner's thick cock into his mouth, he firmly pushed his finger inside until the first joint of his finger was again inside of Tanner. Moving his finger in small circles, he slowly moved his head up and down Tanner's cock. He soon had Tanner twisting on the bed as he sunk his finger deeper inside his ass. He began to slowly finger fuck Tanner while he sucked his cock, trying to find the magic button that Tanner had used to drive him insane. 

"Oh shit, that feels good," gasped out Tanner.

Randy grinned as he found what he thought he was looking for. Stroking his finger over a firm spot, he soon had Tanner thrashing under him. The combination of mouth and finger sent Tanner plunging over the edge. He grabbed Randy's head and was bucking in and out of his mouth as his seed raced for release. Randy relaxed, wanting the bellyful of man juice that he knew was going to be delivered. Tanner gave a final thrust into Randy's mouth and then began emptying his balls. 

Randy felt the flood of cum rush into this mouth. Swallowing quickly he tried to contain the torrent, but as usual with Tanner, the volume was immense. Randy soon had white trails of cum running down his face as Tanner bucked into his mouth. The flow quickly subsided though, until Tanner relaxed against the bed with a soft sigh. Randy let his finger slide out slowly and then carefully licked remnants of semen from Tanner's cock. After enjoying the last drop, Randy crawled up the bed and lay on his side, gently running his hand up Tanner's side.

Tanner's eyes had drifted shut as he recovered from the orgasm. With Randy's touch, they fluttered open and a wide smile quickly covered his face. 

"That was amazing," said Tanner.

Randy burst out into a hardy laugh. "What was so far beyond amazing that it isn't even funny. I've never felt anything that good before. Shit, your fingers up my ass felt so good."

Tanner smiled, leaned over and kissed Randy. "Good! That's what I was going for." 



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 04



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. 



Randy double-checked the supplies they had packed. They were going to be gone for a week, and he really didn't want to be running back and forth to the nearest town. He was looking forward to spending as much time as possible with Tanner, and he didn't want errands to consume their days. So it looked like they had packed enough food to last an entire platoon for a week, not two college guys. Randy was carefully doing a final check on the tarp that covered everything when Tanner walked onto the stair landing. 

Glancing up their eyes met and Randy couldn't help but smile. "Looks like it's tied down tight," said Randy.

"Cool! I'm ready to head out."

The pair piled into the pickup and began their trek to the southeast. The countryside quickly changed from rolling hills covered with a mix of grass, blackjack and post oak to a forest much more familiar to Randy. Tall pines soon dominated, as the rolling hills became steeper and the road more winding. The human population also dwindled as they traveled further away from the university. They were enjoying quiet conversation and beautiful countryside when Randy motioned to a remote gas station they were coming upon.

"Hey stop there. I need to pee," said Randy.

"Yeah, me too."

Tanner wheeled the truck to the restroom door on the side of the small store. Randy baled out of the pickup and raced to the door, his bladder bursting. But Tanner was equally fast, and got his boot into the door as Randy tried to shut it.

"Damn dude! I'm about to piss my pants!"

"Me too! Come on, we can both get in there," said Tanner.

"Alright, fine. Just get the damn door closed," said Randy.

With the door locked, they yanked their cocks out. Soon the loud splash of dual streams and sighs of relief filled the bathroom. They both seemed to urinate for hours as their bladders emptied. As Tanner's stream slowed he glanced over at Randy, smirking to himself as he contemplated teasing his boyfriend by grabbing his still dribbling dick.

Suddenly they both jumped as loud banging erupted from the bathroom door, punctuated by a woman screaming at them.

"Git outta there! We don't like your kind here! Git out!"

The boys froze, looking at each other and wondering how this had happened. It wasn't like they had a rainbow flag on the pickup. The banging started again as the boys were yanking up their zippers.

"Ma'am!" yelled Tanner, "We're coming out."

The attack on the door stopped and Randy slowly opened it. As soon as the door swung open, they were met by a small, middle-aged woman who was holding a broom as if it were a baseball bat. As soon as she saw them, the tirade started again.

"You can't stay here. Your kind ain't welcome. You take it somewhere else. They might put up with your kind in the big city, but we's good Christian people out here and you gotta go."

"Yes, ma'am. We can sure do that. Just let us get to our pickup," said Tanner with his hands in the air.

The woman shoved the broom in the direction of the pickup. "Yup, git! That'd be the smartist thang. Jess git outta here."

The boys eased toward the pickup. Neither believed she could do any real damage with the broom, but they didn't want the situation to escalate. They were opening the pickup doors when the woman began muttering again. 

"Damn Yankees! You need to git outta here! We don't want none a your kind down here. Can't stand Yankees."

Tanner paused for a minute to absorb what she had just said. Wondering if that was really the problem, he turned slowly to look over at the increasingly flustered woman.

"Ma'am, I'm from just north of Ardmore. My family has been there for over a hundred years. I'm not a Yankee by any means," said Tanner as he tried to remain calm.

"What about that then!" said the infuriated woman as she pointed to the back of the pickup.

It took Tanner a second to realize she was pointing to the license plate, which clearly said Maryland. They'd taken Randy's pickup more or less at random, not even considering that someone would take offense.

"It's my . . ." Tanner froze for a second, not certain how to describe Randy to this woman. "It's my friend's pickup," said Tanner as he nodded toward Randy.

The woman pointed the end of the broom at Randy. "You a Yankee, boy?"

"No, and most people in Maryland would be offended if you called them a Yankee," replied Randy, not happy with this woman, or how Tanner explained their relationship.

"Ah see. Well then, git your business tended to. We don't cater to strangers much in these parts, either. It's best for ya'll to not be here after nightfall."

"Yes, Ma'am," said Tanner and climbed into the truck. As soon as he heard Randy's door close, he sped from the parking lot. Minutes stretched and expanded, as the events consumed both of them. While part of the confrontation would be humorous with time, the remainder had serious long-term implications for them as a couple.

"I'm sorry. I guess I kind of reacted without thinking," said Tanner after the silence had continued for too long.

"Yeah, it didn't feel good. But I might've said the same thing. I know she was just holding a broom, but she was kinda crazy," said Randy as he shook his head.

Tanner smiled slightly. "So what does this mean, are we 'friends' to the world and never touch or hug outside of our apartment?"

Randy considered the question for a few minutes before answering. "No, but we didn't need to discuss anything with that woman. If she was that freaked out when she thought I was from the North, can you imagine what she'd be like if you'd called me your boyfriend. It may be kind of a copout, but my private life is no one else's business."

"Ok, I can live with that," said Tanner, knowing things would change, but they always had to do what was best for them; no one else was living their lives for them.

"It's a deal," said Randy, glad they had reached a solution they both could live with. 

Suddenly Randy chuckled as he thought about their near miss. "Was that woman for real? That was a freak show!"

Tanner smiled and shook his head. "Yeah, she was for real. This part of Oklahoma is called 'Little Dixie' for a reason. Some of the people here are pretty backward, and a Yankee for them might be someone from Tulsa." Tanner shook his head again at the improbability of the kind of encounter they'd just experienced. 

Tanner continued, "There's a lot of pot grown in this part of the state too. This is definitely not where you want to go wandering around without someone who knows the area. You might get shot. So the crazy act could have been fake."

"And we're going to camp here?" said Randy with a questioning voice.

"Don't worry. We're going to be in the national forest, and I've got our permits already. We'll be fine."

Randy relaxed, feeling better now that Tanner had explained more. After a few minutes the easy conversation typical of their relationship resumed. By the time they were pulling into their camping spot, they were back to being a laughing, good-natured couple.

Randy looked around and decided they'd picked an ideal spot. The site was heavily wooded with a nice flat area to pitch their tent. Part of a tiny campground, they even had a fire ring to use. A small creek ran just below the campsite, adding to the ambiance. They strolled around the camp, both amazed that they had managed to pick such a perfect spot considering neither of them had ever been here; the hours and hours of studying satellite images and topography maps having paid off. Randy had paused on the bank of the creek and looked across the beautiful mountains. After a few moments he felt two steel strong arms wrap around him. Turning back, he smiled at Tanner.

"This is fucking amazing. I can't believe we're spending the week," said Randy. "You sure we can just camp here?"

"Believe it, big boy. We can afford it, cause it's free. And yes, we can camp here. I have a permit already. We're inside the national forest and this use to be a logging road," said Tanner with a chuckle. "This early in the season we'll probably have it all to ourselves."

"I guess we should set up camp, then we can screw around the rest of the day," said Tanner.

"I'm good with screwing around, I think screwing around would be fuck'n fantastic!" said Randy with a huge grin on his face.

"Oh shut up you big horn dog and help me put up the tent," said Tanner as he chuckled.

Randy nestled in Tanner's arms and kissed him gently. Smiling, he leaned his forehead against Tanner's.

"Ok, but only because you are so cute," said Randy. Giving Tanner another tight hug, he walked over and started undoing the tarp covering their supplies and equipment. In short order they had set up the dome tent and tossed in their bedding. Knowing they would be parked practically beside their campsite, Randy had packed a few of the heavy pieces of equipment that he would have never considered otherwise. As a result they had a small folding grill to put over the fire, a cast iron skillet and dutch oven. As they unpacked the last of it, Tanner looked over the pile and chuckled.

"I thought you were Mister Backpack. Why all the stuff?"

"It'll make life a little easier. Besides, I'd rather cook in the pans we brought instead of the little backpacking stuff," said Randy with a smile. "What about the food though? Do we need to do anything with it?"

"Well we sure as hell don't want it in the tent. There're black bears in this part of the state. I think it'll be fine in the cab of the pickup though, what do you think?"

Randy walked over and kissed Tanner gently and smiled down at him. "So long as my cub is around, we can do whatever you'd like."

Tanner chuckled and returned his boyfriends kiss. "Yeah, but if you don't get your morning scrambled eggs you get bitchy."

Randy snickered and swung a playful punch at Tanner. Turning to the task at hand, they soon they had everything stowed away. The day had became one of those warmer than normal March days and as a result both men had stripped off their shirts while setting up camp. Randy licked his lips at the sight of Tanner's muscular chest and its healthy covering of hair. They would have plenty of time later for him to explore his lover's body. Shaking himself out of the spell that had been cast on him, he smiled at Tanner.

"Let's try to find that trail we saw in the satellites. It looked like it would be a great hike."

"Sure, that sounds great." Tanner ducked in the tent and Randy heard some rustling inside for a few minutes before he reappeared with hiking boots in hand. He watched with a smile as Tanner flopped down, yanked off his shoes, tossed them into the tent and then pulled on his hiking boots. Tanner stood, bending over to finish tying his shoes. Randy grinned, jumped behind him, grabbed his hips and started banging his crotch against Tanner's butt.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck yes! What an ass! Fuck'n A" screamed Randy in a high falsetto.

"You asshole! Stop it!" said Tanner through his laughter.

Randy stepped back with a laugh and smacked Tanner on the ass. "Mighty fine piece of ass you got there, man."

"You don't quit screw'n around and you'll never see it again," said Tanner with a smile. "Now come on jerkwad, let's get going."

The pair ambled along at an easy pace, enjoying the sights and smells of an early spring forest. The path Randy had spotted on the maps was along a ridgeline and had some fairly steep climbs. They were more than offset by the virgin forest with a full range of animal inhabitants. In one picturesque clearing, Randy and Tanner stood and enjoyed the sight of a whitetail doe and her young twins that still sported their newborn spots. Both of boys were amazed at how the dappling rendered the twins almost invisible when they were still, flashing into being only when they lunged forward on unsteady legs. 

About an hour hike from their camp, they arrived at a limestone outcropping marking a high bluff. They carefully walked onto the expanse of rock and looked across the miles of mountain valley. Below them was a crazy quilt of terrain in a million shades of green and brown that no photograph or painting could possibly hope to capture. After a few minutes the two lowered themselves onto the rock, enjoying the majestic scene before them. 

"It's a shame that in a state that has so many examples of God's work, that the major religions insist that ten percent of the population are evil," said Tanner softly.

"Not much you can do about them. They're going to think what they're going to think," said Randy with a shrug.

"But I want to live here, and some of the people in the state think the bible says I should be killed because I'm gay, that we should be put to death," said Tanner with a shudder.

"I know, babe. I know. But what're you going to do?"

"I'm not sure, I'm just not sure," said Tanner with a sigh.

Randy leaned over and kissed Tanner on the neck. "Enjoy the week, love. We can worry about solving all the bigotry in the world next week."

Tanner smiled and popped Randy on the arm in good-natured fun, then returned his kiss. "You're right! Don't let my moody ass spoil the week. This scenery is so mind-blowing!"

"Yeah, I'd like to blow something . . ." said Randy with a snicker.

Tanner chuckled and rolled to his hands and knees, crawling the short distance to Randy. He straddled his lover, grinding their crotches together. Leaning down he nipped at Randy's neck in a series of small bites until their lips met. With a quiet loving touch he pressed his lips against Randy's, igniting their passion as the kiss became hot and insistent. Cradling his man's face, Tanner continued their kiss, pressed his lips against Randy's until they were both breathless. Tanner pulled back, a smile transforming his face as he looked at his man.

"What were you saying about blowing something, stud?" said Tanner softly.

Randy glanced quickly around them, trying to see if they were in as remote an area as he thought. When he could hear nothing more than the songs of a few birds, he moved to fulfill his threat.

Randy quickly slid under Tanner's body until his face was trapped between Tanner's thick thighs. Reaching around, Randy grabbed Tanner by the ass and then pressed his face tight against Tanner's crotch, inhaling deeply. The sweaty, masculine scent raced through his body, his cock stiffening to rock hard in a matter of seconds. Realizing he was holding his breath in anticipation, Randy released it in a torrent against Tanner's crotch. Randy started to settle in for a long enjoyable session, and the realization hit that this wasn't the location for a protracted lovemaking session. 

Taking charge Randy rolled them, putting Tanner on his back. He quickly sat out to attain his goal, a mouth flooded with Tanner's essence. He opened Tanner's jeans and then reached through the fly in his underwear and fished out his engorged cock. Jacking it once, he saw a droplet of clear fluid appear on his slit. Randy leaned forward and licked it off, taking it in his mouth and savoring the flavor of his lover on this tongue. 

With a lecherous smile, Randy plunged Tanner's shaft into his mouth and began pumping up and down with abandonment. Reaching a finger inside Tanner's fly, he started stroking just behind his nuts, pressing hard. Each time he did so he was rewarded with a louder moan. 

"Oh fuck, damn your mouth is so good! Fuck, fuck, fuck," said Tanner between gasps for air.

Tanner's cries were like music to Randy's ears. He could feel Tanner's cock growing and knew they were nearing his climax. Randy rubbed the sweet spot between Tanner's legs, taking his cock deeper until Tanner's pubic hair was rubbing on his lips. Randy twisted and licked, wanting and needing Tanner to feed him his load. Randy felt the tremble that he had been looking for, the head of Tanner's cock swelled to new proportions and a flood of jizz hit Randy's throat.

"Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck!" screamed Tanner.

Tanner's jet of cum shot down Randy's throat and he swallowed quickly, knowing more would follow. True to form Tanner soon was pouring into Randy, cum dribbling from the corners of his mouth. Gulping down the gift, Randy clamped his lips around Tanner's cock until he felt that last shudder of release cascade through his body. Randy swallowed the last blast and then began gently nursing Tanner's dick until he had garnered the last drop. Releasing the softening cock, Randy began licking up the drips and small puddles that had escaped him. Tanner was writhing from the attention to sensitive dick, but after a few seconds he opened his eyes and smiled at Randy.

"My turn," said Tanner.

Randy laughed and started tucking Tanner back into his pants. "I don't think so stud, we just gave a free show to anyone in that valley with a pair of binoculars. I know, there's not really much of a chance that someone saw us, but just in case."

Tanner chuckled and finished getting his clothes back on, pushing himself up on his feet. His legs were a little weak from their sexual escapade, but after a few steps they started working better. As they moved down the first hillside, he took Randy's hand in his, and without a word they began the return trip.



"I gotta piss like a Russian race horse!" said Randy.

"Yeah, me too! And we're still a good half hour from the camp." Looking around, Tanner spotted a dense thicket of cedars, he listened for a second, but detected nothing.

"Come on, we can drain the snakes in there," he said with a laugh as he pointed to the brushy area, "Even if someone comes along, they can't see us in there."

"Fine, great, whatever. I just gotta pee."

The pair raced to the cedars, forcing their way through the outer branches and quickly finding themselves in a very small opening surrounded by evergreen branches. Tanner looked over and realized the Randy was already digging for his cock and sweet release. Turning slightly, Tanner quickly pulled out his own cock, still damp from the blowjob Randy had given him. He held the shaft in his hand and tried to relax. After a few seconds he started a strong yellow flow that was splattering noisily in the dry leaves. Tanner finished quickly, finding his needed relief. As he stuffed himself back into his pants, he turned to see Randy with his cock in hand, and a look of desperation on his face. Feeling Tanner's stare, he spat out. 

"Sometimes I'm a shy pisser. Apparently this is one of those times."

Tanner smiled with an ornery look and stepped behind Randy. Randy felt his lover against him and then hands other than his own wrapped around his cock. As the sensation around his cock stilled, Randy felt Tanner gently sucking on the side of his neck, and a soft sigh drifted from his lips. The distraction seemed to be all Randy needed as a pungent stream began to pour from his dick. 

Tanner was intrigued by the sensation of holding Randy's cock while he pissed. They had peed together many times, with only one bathroom sometimes there was no other choice, but he'd never held someone else's cock when they were urinating. At first Tanner merely held it, fascinated with the sensation of liquid flowing through the thick tube on its underside. But as Randy continued, Tanner felt his inner twelve year old come to the forefront, and he started aiming the stream in different directions while he ran his tongue up the side of Randy's neck, and biting on his ear lobe.

"Don't aim that shit at my pants," said Randy in a gravely tone; aware that the intimacy they were sharing was causing his cock to fill with blood. By the time his flow stopped, his cock was rigid, and Tanner continued to fondle it.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 04



"I'm done," said Randy softly.

"I'm not," said Tanner as he started stroking Randy's hard cock. His boyfriend rested against him as Tanner continued his assault on Randy's neck while stroking his cock faster and faster. The blowjob he'd given Tanner a short time before had left Randy primed and he knew it wasn't going to take much before he shot his load. When Tanner started twisting his hand around Randy's sensitive glans at the end of each stroke, Randy could feel his nuts tuck in tight against his shaft as his balls started pumping out juice in massive quantities. Randy was starting to make the small grunting noises that Tanner knew signaled the beginning of a noisy and satisfying orgasm, when suddenly they heard voices drifting toward them.

"I know what I saw, Bradley. It was two guys fucking like rabbits on Lookout Bluff."

"Whatever, Stephen. I didn't see a darn thing. The one fun thing we've had happen on this god-forsaken trip and I miss it. Why did I let you talk me into leaving the resort at Hot Springs to go camping with you."

"Oh get your princess ass moving. Maybe they're still there."

As the first words had reached them, Tanner had covered Randy's mouth, but had never stopped stroking his throbbing cock. So while the other pair, who obviously had seen them, walked past, Randy's full nuts emptied of his load, leaving white trails over the ground and foliage. Once he realized the intruders were not a threat to them, Tanner found he enjoyed the voyeuristic experience of almost discovery. Randy's body trembled and shook as he continued to pump out volley after volley, most of it in a small pool just in front of him. Suddenly Tanner felt Randy bite his hand.

"Oh shit! That hurt, you bit me," he swore softly.

"It damn well should!" said Randy, "Jacking me off while those two walked past. You have a kinky streak, Tanner Carson."

Tanner chuckled, stripping the last drops of cum from Randy's softening cock before releasing it. 

"Yeah, I did kind of enjoy it," said Tanner.

Randy turned, intentionally letting his still drooling cock slide over Tanner's leg. "Come on kinky, let's get you back to camp before you jump me for more outdoor sex."

Randy reached down and pushed his cock back inside his pants. Once he and Tanner had checked to make sure neither of them looked like they'd just had sex, they continued to their camp with a lot of good-natured horsing around. The night came early that evening, both of them exhausted from their day.



Randy stuck his head out, the crackling fire a strong inducement for him to emerge from the cold tent. The past days of camp had gotten them into a routine with Randy cooking most of the meals. Tanner had wanted to learn how though, so Randy had been teaching him the art of cooking outdoors. As a result of his newfound skills Tanner had decided to cook this morning. As Randy stepped out, Tanner turned to smile at him.

"Morning sunshine. I thought we'd have bacon and eggs, biscuits and red-eye gravy this morning."

Randy stretched and yawned. "Doesn't red-eye gravy have coffee in it?" he asked.

Tanner looked at him for a minute, his mouth open. Then with a smile he retorted. "Bacon and eggs, biscuits and brown-eye gravy à la Tanner."

Randy leaned over and kissed the top of Tanner's head, watching as his lover worked on breakfast over the fire. The food actually looked really good with a half-dozen eggs in the skillet surrounded by frying bacon and a dutch oven buried in the coals that Randy was certain held the biscuits. His mouth was watering when he squatted beside Tanner. Tanner looked up and beamed at Randy.

"Sleep well, babe?"

"Hmm, very well. Something about a nice relaxed 69 with my boyfriend makes me sleep like a brick," said Randy with a smile.

Tanner chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, that made me sleep well too."

Randy watched Tanner scoop the food onto a clean plate, and then begin adding flour and milk to the bacon grease as he made the gravy. While the gravy thickened, he deftly fished the dutch oven from the coals and set it to one side. A few short minutes later Tanner handed Randy a plate filled with food.

"You seem to have picked up campfire cooking," said Randy as he took the first tasty bite.

Tanner laughed, "Yeah, after you talked me through every meal for the last two days! How is it?"

"Delicious! Really, really delicious."

The two descended on the food like typical ravenous young males. Soon every speck was gone, and the pair were comfortably full. Randy settled back and then belched with satisfaction.

"That good huh," said Tanner with a laugh.

"You could cook for me for the rest of my life, I'd be good with that," said Randy.

Tanner looked at him with a shy smile, but then silently gathered the dishes and began cleaning up. Randy watched him for a few seconds, beginning to wonder what was happening between them. But Tanner flashed him a gleaming smile, and Randy's doubts evaporated. Pitching in to help clean up, they soon had everything washed and tucked away. 

They began going through their plans for the day as the sun came beaming down from broken clouds. Randy glanced up and smiled at the clearing sky.

"Looks like it's going to be a great day!"

Tanner chuckled at his lover's enthusiasm. "You know what they say about Oklahoma weather."

"What?" said Randy.

"If you don't like it, wait a minute and it'll change."

Randy smiled and shook his head at Tanner. "I'm sure it'll be fine. It's going to be a beautiful day, just wait and see."

Tanner grinned, knowing better than to try and guess the weather in the buckle of tornado alley. Focusing on the maps, they soon had their day planned and food stashed in their daypacks. As they walked down the trail, Tanner tried to see what the weather looked like, but all that was visible above the towering pine was blue sky. He turned back and enjoyed the sight of Randy's tight ass moving in front of him for several moments, then sprinted down the trail to catch up.



Tanner tossed the pack in front of their tent before collapsing on the ground before the long dead fire. Looking up he smiled at his boyfriend who was in no better shape. They were dripping sweat, their clothes largely soaked through and clinging to them. They'd kept on their shirts today, to avoid the painful sunburn neither wanted, but that meant their shirts were soggy with sweat and covered with salt rings. Both men began shedding shirts and kicking off shoes until they were down to nothing but a loose pair of shorts. Randy glanced the direction of the creek and grinned at Tanner.

"I think a little swim would feel good," said Randy.

"You're crazy! That water's gonna to be freezing," said Tanner.

"Oh come on, don't be a wuss."

"Yeah, whatever. You'll think wuss when your nuts freeze and fall off."

Randy grabbed Tanner by the arm and pulled him toward the water. "Come on! Let's get this shit washed off us."

Tanner sighed in resignation, and allowed himself to be dragged to the side of the water. Tanner knew the creek wasn't snowmelt, but it was still going to be cold this early in the spring. He glanced over just in time to see Randy's shorts and underwear hit the ground. His tongue ran along his lips as he watched his lover step out of his clothes and walk to the edge of the water. Randy looked back at him and grinned.

"Here goes nuth'n!"

Randy ran to the waters edge and took a long shallow dive into a deep pool just off the bank. Tanner watched with a grin spreading across his face, waiting for the scream he knew was coming. With a loud splash, a blonde head surfaced with a gasp.

"Holy shit! It's so fuck'n cold!" shrieked Randy. 

"I told you!" said Tanner with a chuckle.

"Yeah well get your cute ass in here. I'm not sleeping with someone who smells like week-old armpits."

"I thought you liked the smell of my pits," said Tanner innocently.

"Not when they get a big ole stank on them!" said Randy with a chuckle. "Now drop them drawers and get in here!"

Tanner shook his head in denial but stepped out of his clothes. As the last piece hit the ground he took off at a dead run and dived into the creek. The cold water shocked his system and he struggled for air as he tried to find the surface. Finally his head burst through, very close to Randy.

"Shit! It's freezing!" squealed Tanner.

Randy started laughing, his body having acclimated to the temperature, at least somewhat. He laughed to himself when Tanner bobbed above the water, exposing his chest. Tanner's nipples were drawn up smaller than pencil erasers, just small pink dots on his chest. He pushed closer, and was startled with Tanner wrapped his legs around Randy's waist.

"Get me warm!" said Tanner with a laugh.

Randy struggled with him for a few moments, before laughingly surrendering and pulling Tanner tight against him. He was enjoying the sensations of Tanner's warm crotch pressed against him in the cold water. Randy gave Tanner a lingering kiss, his hand brushing over Tanner's cheek and gave him a smile tinted with sadness as he recalled the lack of response he'd gotten earlier. He'd tried numerous times to talk about their future together, now it was Tanner's turn to broach the topic of their future. Randy just hoped they had one.

Snapping out of his quickly darkening mood, he pulled Tanner to him, kissing him again. Then he let go, and dove into the water, coming up in the deepest part of the pool. He shuddered and turned back to Tanner.

"I think my nuts just ran up my ass for warmth. Maybe we should rinse off and get out before our good bits freeze off."

Tanner caught a slight refrain of melancholy from Randy, but wasn't sure as to its source. But he did agree, it was too cold to stay longer; his feet were already starting to ache. Taking a deep breath, Tanner ducked his head under the water again. Surfacing with a gasp, Tanner made for the shore. As he stepped out onto the gravel bank he glanced at Randy with a smile spreading across his face.

"I told you we should've brought the solar shower! We could have a nice warm rinse."

"Oh, bite my ass! Suck it up and don't be a sissy," said Randy with a hearty laugh.

Randy watched Tanner, enjoying the sight of his tight ass as he walked to his clothes. Randy loved the way the hair on Tanner's ass looked when it was wet, giving the illusion of stripes on his pale butt. Once the object of his desire disappeared into a pair of underwear, Randy rinsed himself a last time and made his way to the creek bank. As he wiped the water off his wet body he looked up to see Tanner looking at him and laughing. 

"What?" said Randy.

Tanner continued his laughter and pointed at Randy's crotch. "The little guy is really playing the turtle game. I don't think he's coming back out until summer."

Randy looked down and saw that his dick was shriveled to smaller than his thumb and his nut sack was tight and deeply wrinkled. Looking back at Tanner he rushed him with a whoop, trying to tackle him. Tanner grabbed his clothes and ran for the camp, his scream of joy echoing through the clearing. Randy soon was dressed and followed him, nailing Tanner with a swat to the ass the first time he was in range. Then he dropped beside the fire and started working to bring it back to life.

The rest of their evening was spent toasting marshmallows and snuggling against each other as day slowly transitioned to night. Tanner had been watching the sky, and in the dim evening light he thought he could see a dark cloud formation that could mean a rough night for them. Suddenly a large raindrop hit the campfire, erupting in a jet of steam and a loud pop. Another drop hit Tanner in the face and splattered. The rain began to increase, causing them to dive for the tent. They had barely gotten the flap zipped shut when the hell-bringer storm hit them with full ferocity.

The rain and wind was pummeling their small tent, the support rods bending like drinking straws under the violence of the storm. After the roof of the tent hit Randy for the fourth time in so many minutes, he lay down on their bedding and pulled Tanner into his arms.

"Soooo . . . Is this a tornado kinda storm?" said Randy.

Tanner chuckled, knowing how the storms freaked out people who were not born in the region. "It could be, or just a big super-cell thunderstorm. But usually they don't last long."

The two huddled together, enjoying the rush of being in a tent with the storm raging around them. Tanner had thought it would end soon, but it seemed to go on and on. Randy shifted on the pads, and his hand hit water.

"Shit! The tent's leaking," said Randy.

They lay quietly as the storm raged around them. The high winds almost flattened their tent as it pushed the rigging to its limit. Suddenly with a snap, one of the hold-down straps broke on the rainfly and the rain started spraying the two boys.

"Damnit! Get in the truck!" yelled Tanner.

Ripping open the flap they ran for the pickup, but even in that short distance they were completely soaked. Vaulting into the cab, they sat panting for several minutes, trying to reconcile themselves as lightening filled the sky around them, the loud cracks of power sounding uncomfortably close. With cold clothes sucking the heat from them, the boys huddled against each other for warmth. 

"Let's start the pickup so we can get warm," said Tanner through chattering teeth.

"We're almost empty. I was going to get gas tomorrow," said Randy, feeling the wet chill through his body. Randy pulled Tanner closer, dragging him partly over the center console. "It'll be over soon, then we can see well enough and we'll go into town."

"That sounds like a great idea," said Tanner, starting to warm up as they huddled together. The thunderstorm slowed to just heavy rain, and the chill in the pickup began to dissipate. Tanner realized he had stopped shivering, just before he drifted to sleep.



Randy slowly woke, the morning sunrise flooding the pickup with light. He moved and immediately realized two things. Tanner had fallen asleep curled against him, and sleeping huddled in the pickup seat had left him sore and cramped. Leaning down he kissed Tanner softly on the forehead. 

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," said Randy.

Tanner stirred, turning his head and smiling at Randy, then groaning as he tried to sit upright.

"Oh shit, I'm stiff!"

"Let me check," said Randy with a chuckle as he reached between Tanner's legs. Tanner grabbed Randy's arm, pulling it back with laughter.

"Oh no, big boy. I can guarantee he's not stiff today, but every other muscle in my body is."

Randy chuckled and pushed himself up in the seat as Tanner moved off him. Looking outside the pickup it looked like there had been only minor damage, other than everything being wet. The two of them slid out of the truck and began cleaning the camp. Tanner ducked his head into the tent. Turning, he looked at Randy with a frown.

"Everything's soaked. We don't have any dry clothes."

Randy stretched, his flat stomach appearing and waking a hunger in Tanner. But it disappeared almost immediately and another kind of hunger made a loud growl arise from his stomach.

Randy smiled at Tanner. "Come on, let's get the wet shit and go into town. We can get some breakfast, get warm and dry our clothes. The tent will dry out today and then we'll be fine for our last night."

Tanner nodded in agreement, ready to eat whatever they could find. The two of them swung into gear and soon had all their wet clothes wrapped in the tarp, the water dumped out of the tent and left with window flaps open so it would dry while they were gone. With some relief, and the heat running, they headed down the road to the small town that Tanner seemed to remember being only 15 or 20 miles away.



Tanner walked onto the sidewalk in front of the coin-laundry. He stretched contently, his belly full and his body warm and dry. After breakfast, they had been fortunate to find the town did have a laundry and they had stuffed every empty dryer in it full of wet clothes and bedding. Knowing it would take a while to dry everything, Randy had left Tanner to watch their stuff while he went to get a few supplies, and gasoline. Tanner noticed an elderly woman sitting in one of the chairs just outside the door, enjoying the warm sun while she worked on her sewing. Tanner smiled at her when she looked up.

"Morning ma'am."

"Hello, son. You must be visiting, I know everybody in these parts."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm spending spring break here with my . . .friend."

The old woman chuckled. "Friend? My granddaughter had a 'friend'. She had his baby a while back." 

Tanner flushed a little, "Yes ma'am, you're right. He's my boyfriend."

The woman poked at Tanner's arm with her gnarled finger and chuckled softly. "At least he won't get you pregnant, huh!"

Tanner flushed deep red, "Ma'am!"

She motioned Tanner to the seat beside her, "Sit down with an old woman. Tell me about this man of yours. You're just traveling through, so you can tell me anything and it won't matter. 'Side, who would believe a crazy old woman!"

Tanner sat down beside her with a laugh, realizing that she was actually right. The longer they talked the safer he felt and his comfort increased with the centenarian. In the warm late-morning sunshine it seemed perfectly reasonable to unburden himself to a complete stranger. He shared his feelings about Randy, telling her how much he loved him. As well as how frightened he was for them, with some people wanting to make their love into something evil and tainted. The fear of people hating them simply because they were in love, without even knowing who they were. The words just tumbled out and she sat and patted his hand gently. He told her things that he hadn't even shared with Randy, but when he stopped he felt a clarity and lightness that he couldn't remember having before. Turning he looked at the smiling woman.

"Thank you for listening. It really helped," said Tanner with genuine meaning.

"Sometimes it helps to just have someone listen, don't it. But I'll tell you something, you have to live your life how you see it. Can't Randy nor your folks tell you the answer to that. I know you're frett'n about your parents, but what if you lose Randy? Just weigh all your choices, it's your life and don't let neither side bully you into a decision that isn't yours. 

I'm old and I've seen a passel of change. Black men getting the vote, women getting the vote, integration, mixed marriage, it was all really controversial, some fine people died bringing the change. This time don't seem no different. People thump'n on their bible instead of actually read'n it. It's a shame people don't do more what God says for 'em to do 'stead of telling other people how they should live their lives. But you hang in there, you just 'member this old woman and how much change she's seen."

Tanner nodded, overwhelmed at the support from someone he would have thought was hopelessly mired in the past, only to find remarkable clarity. He gently took her hand in his, leaned over and kissed her velvet soft cheek. Before he could say anything else, a large man rounded the corner and made a beeline for his companion. When he got closer, the large man smiled at Tanner.

"Hope she hasn't been bothering you. I'm afraid there's not much left inside that old head, on days when she does talk it's mostly nonsense. But she likes to sit here in the sun and pretend she can still make quilts. We don't even let her have a needle any more." Turning to the woman he held out a hand, "Come on Grams, you've bothered his young man enough. It's time to go home before you tire yourself out."

With gentle care the giant helped the frail woman up and with agonizing slowness they started down the sidewalk. Tanner watched her slow shuffling walk as the pair moved away, but then she looked back at Tanner with a shy smile and winked at him. Tanner sat in shock as she disappeared around the corner. Sitting back in his chair, he thought about everything she had said to him, and what he had told her, some of which he hadn't even admitted to himself. A light breeze lifted his hair, and something fluttered out of the chair next to him. 




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 04



Reaching down he retrieved a square of cloth the size of his hand. Opening it gently he saw the exquisite tiny stitches and felt the soft cotton cloth. Looking at the pattern he began to chuckle. He looked down at the design she could not possibly have created while they were talking, but in his hand was what could only be a four-leaf clover, made of rainbow material. 

Tanner carefully folded the small pieced cloth, and tucked it into his pocket. With a smile he walked back into the laundry and began gathering the dry clothes. He was ready for Randy to return, they needed to talk, and this time it was his turn. 



Randy looked at Tanner again, knowing something had been on his mind since they returned from town. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he waited patiently. They had eaten a great meal from the odds and ends Randy had picked up, and now they were sitting around the fire and enjoying it's warmth as the sun slowly frosted the trees crimson. Tanner was prodding at the fire, obviously struggling with something. Finally he looked up and smiled at Randy.

"We need to talk," said Tanner.

Randy nodded; not trusting his voice and feeling his throat tighten from the sudden stress of what could come from this conversation. Tanner looked into Randy's eyes, cupped his face between his hands and leaned in, kissing him with gentle care.

"I love you, Randy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Randy struggled with comprehension, wanting it to be true, not trusting his ears. He felt tears come unbidden to his eyes and slowly roll down his cheeks. Tanner smiled, wiping away Randy's tears. He held Randy, making soft sounds of support while the love of his life silently cried in his arms. After a few minutes Randy pulled back and smiled at Tanner.

"I love you, Tanner. With my whole heart."

"I talked to an old woman at the laundry today. It helped me realize what was wrong. I was scared, Randy. I've loved you since we were just roommates, but I didn't want to end up like Uncle Rob," said Tanner.

Randy wiped his face with his sleeve as he listened to Tanner. "Uncle Rob? You never mentioned an Uncle Rob before."

Tanner laughed, the humor never reaching his eyes. "We don't talk about Uncle Rob. He's the black sheep of the family."

"Why, babe?"

Tanner laughed, this time with sincerity. "Because he's gay, because he left, and because he never came back, because my grandparents died before he fixed things between them."

Randy waited silently, knowing that the story wasn't over.

"He's Dad's brother and teaches at a university in Washington. I don't know much else, it happened about the time I was born and I just know he was never welcome back at my grandparent's house. They said he was evil and filled with the devil. I was afraid that might be me, that my parents would disown me." He paused, and turned to Randy, "But it's more important for me to be with you, I won't live a half of a life with you. I'm going to tell my parents, and if they disown me then that's their loss."

Randy smiled and pulled Tanner into a tight embrace. After a few minutes he released Tanner and clasped him on both shoulders. "Well we're not going to make that call tonight. We'll work it out between us and it will happen when everything is right."

Tanner nodded, enjoying the embrace and feeling the intimacy between them. Turning he gave Randy a slow kiss, feeling the heat build between them. The declaration of his love had removed the final barriers and their love joined them as never before. As passion washed over him, he felt Randy gently separate from him. When their eyes met, Tanner fell into the ice-blue pools of tender love that were Randy's eyes. Randy gave Tanner a gentle smile.

"I want you to have me tonight. I'm ready," said Randy.

It took Tanner a few moments to realize what Randy was talking about, and when he did his eyebrows shot up. "Really? Here? It's not exactly the roses and candles that I'd envisioned for when we shared that."

"It's with you. I don't need roses and candles. I just need you and I need you in the most intimate way," said Randy.

Tanner chuckled softly, "Yeah, well, I hope you still think that when little rocks and sand are grinding into your tender parts."

Randy laughed and gave Tanner a lingering kiss. "I'm thinking my tender parts will be fine." Taking Tanner's hand, he led his lover into the tent, leaving the door open toward the low burning fire. Randy let Tanner's hand drop and quickly made them a nest of bedding, smiling at Tanner as he shook the sand from the sheets, then stripped and lay on the bed, the firelight reflecting from his taut body.

"Come here, babe," said Randy with a pat on the bed beside him. He smiled as Tanner shed his clothes and lay beside him. The two of them explored the others body with their touch, loving the feelings they created. The gentle caresses continued until the fever of the moment had both of them ensnared. Randy pulled back and smiled at Tanner.

"I think you might want to start getting me ready, before we lose it."

Tanner grinned, riffled through their supplies and retrieved the bottle of lube. Pushing Randy on his back, Tanner raised Randy's legs over his chest until his ass was spread wide. Looking down he enjoyed the sight of the slightly sweaty ass crack, knowing that he wanted this to be as perfect as possible. Squirting the lube over his fingers, he reached down and began smearing the lube over Randy's hole.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good. Yeah, baby," said Randy with a sigh.

Tanner slowly slid two fingers inside Randy, feeling little resistance, and seeing only pleasure on Randy's face. As he continued to pump his hand in and out of Randy's ass, he heard his man panting, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the sensations sent him closer to covering them both with cum. 

Tanner pulled his fingers back, adding more lube as he included a third finger and then slid them back inside his man. He felt Randy shudder as he slowly stretch his hole wider. Tanner slowed as Randy's face first twisted in discomfort, but quickly he relaxed and was soon pulling his legs wider apart, wanting more. He met Tanner's eyes and groaned.

"Fuck me, please fuck me. I need you in me to make this night perfect."

Letting his fingers slowly slide out, he reached between Randy's legs, smearing lube over both their cocks. As Tanner moved into position, he found himself trembling. Randy reached up, a sweet smile on his face, and caressed Tanner's face. Tanner returned his look, knowing everything would be fine, because they loved each other and this was only the first of a lifetime of intimacy.

Pressing forward, Tanner met only velvety tightness that gripped his cock and made him want to plunge deep inside Randy. But he maintained his slow decent, pausing whenever there was a flicker of discomfort, until in much less time than he'd thought, he heard a soft slap as their skin met. Pressing hard, he enjoyed the tight caress that surrounded his cock.

Randy let out a low growl. "Hell yes! Oh god! Fuck me, Tanner. Breed me!"

Tanner smiled at the words he never thought he'd hear. Moving back slowly, he pulled almost out, and then pushed back into his receptive lover's ass. Soon his speed had increased, his nuts tight against his granite hard shaft as he plowed into Randy's grasping hole. Tanner knew he wouldn't last much longer, he could feel the churning in his balls. 

With a final urgent thrust, Tanner buried himself into Randy, his cum flooding Randy's ass as their souls merged. Tanner's body trembled and shook, his body reacting to the new sensations like nothing before. Cum rushed from his cock, flooding Randy's ass with jizz, creating the indescribable sensation of fucking through your own cum. Tanner's body trembled one last time, depositing the last of his seed deep in Randy.

Tanner drifted, absorbing the sensations that surrounded him. But as he calmed, he could see Randy writhing slowly, impaled on Tanner's still stiff cock. Tanner grabbed Randy's dripping cock, smearing the lube over it and pounding it hard as he worked to send his lover into an intense orgasm. Within moments Randy's body was twisting and convulsing, plummeting over the edge. He shot the first thick stream of cum, and with each convulsion and release, the white flood covered more and more of his stomach, clinging and running down the hair that covered it. With a final bit that oozed from his stiff dick, Randy collapsed against the bedding. He lay panting for several minutes. Tanner grabbed a shirt from their dirty clothes and began cleaning them both. As the last of his climax faded, Randy looked up at Tanner with a broad smile.

"Damn, if I'd have known it was going to be that good, we would have never waited so long."

Tanner beamed, "I was worried I wouldn't be good."

"Oh you were damn good!" said Randy with a chuckle. But Tanner noticed him grimace and twist slightly.

"You ok? Did I hurt you?" 

Randy laughed in genuine humor. "Not you, but I might have found a few rocks and sticks to dig into my back during sex. I'm not saying you were right, but I don't think I'll be fucking in a tent again any time soon."

Tanner chuckled and then lay beside Randy, holding him tight as they relished their first time. He knew that even though it was different than he'd envisioned, it would still be an important point in their relationship, rocks and all.



Randy looked around the tent as the morning light gained strength. He sucked in air, realizing that the tent smelled of cum and sweat, and it was making him hard again. He rolled over, looking at Tanner and smiling to see his morning erection. Knowing it was the last day before they headed back to school, Randy wanted to enjoy the morning before leaving. Randy tried to resist, but Tanner's dream must have been amazing, because he released a soft sigh and a drop of clear liquid bubbled out his piss slit. 

Randy tossed restraint to the winds. Leaning over he let his tongue trace over Tanner's cock, tasting his precum as it ran down his hard cock. With a sigh, Tanner stretched and opened his eyes to a slit, a smile bursting across his face.

"What a great way to wake up," said Tanner softly.

"Morning lover, how about a farewell fuck?" said Randy.

Tanner started laughing, "My to-the-point lover, I seemed to have awakened a monster in you. I thought you were not fucking in a tent any time soon too."

"Not quite a monster, just an itch I've had for 20 years and I like how you scratch it. And you can lay on your back this time," said Randy with a chuckle.

"Well come here then, and use my scratching post."

Randy coated his ass with lube and then crawled on top of Tanner, moving so Tanner's swollen cock head was pressed against his hole. Pressing down he felt the huge head kissing his ass, Randy eased down. Without a pause he let his body drop, a growl forced from his body as the plum sized head scraped against his prostate. With only a short pause he started bouncing up and down, loving the feeling of Tanner's fat cock inside his ass. 

"Hello. Anybody here?"

Both men froze; warring emotions flitted over their faces.

"Hey! Anybody in the tent?"

With the second call, Randy and Tanner flew apart, Tanner's cock ripping from Randy's ass, causing a gasp of pain at its violent exit. Realizing that neither of them had responded, Randy called out.

"Yeah, hang on. We were sleeping in. Just a sec."

The two scrambled for clothes, yanking on whatever they could find, regardless of who's it was. Within seconds they were clothed, and tumbled out of the open tent. As they regained their composure, they looked up to see a man a little older than they were, in the brown uniform of a national forest ranger.

"Morning guys. I'm Ranger Morgan. Kip Morgan."

"Morning Ranger. What can we do for you?" said Tanner through a stammer, trying to straighten out his shirt, until he realized that it was Randy's, and on backward.

"Just checking your permit," said Ranger Morgan with a small smirk.

"Oh sure, no problem," said Randy, moving to the pickup to retrieve the paperwork.

Tanner watched Kip, hoping he didn't realize what was going on, but knew that he couldn't have kept from hearing them. 

Tanner turned to see what Randy was doing, and was mortified to realize that the ass of the shorts Randy had on were soaked through in places with cum that had leaked from his butt. To make matters worse, a light breeze wafted from the tent, and Tanner realized that they both must reek of sex. His stomach churned with stress as he watched Randy walk to Kip and hand over the permit. Tanner knew he could smell the two of them, but what could he say to them. It wasn't like they were the first campers to stink, but how many pairs of guys smelled like jizz. After an agonizing length of time he handed the paperwork back to Randy with a smile. As the two of them moved closer together, Kip looked at them with a knowing smile.

"You guys been here long?"

"We've been camping all week. We're heading back today," said Randy.

Kip nodded, appearing to consider his options. With a small sigh he seemed to relax.

"Look guys, I'm not getting all up in your shit, but you might want to rinse off before you leave. You smell, kinda distinctive. You're a cute couple and all, but you need to wash off some of the funk of sex."

Kip's smile broadened as the two turned a multitude of colors of red. Tanner was wishing he could hide, but he glanced to Kip's crotch, and realized he was sporting a huge boner. Shocked he looked up and met Kip's eyes.

"Yeah, well. You aren't the only couple around here, and my boyfriend and I will sometimes play with other couples. If you two are interested, here's my email." Kip stepped forward while digging out his wallet. Pulling out a simple card with just his name and email address, he handed it to Tanner. Tanner took the card and glanced up, realizing the ranger was ruggedly handsome. He watched as Kip climbed into his jeep that somehow they had missed hearing when he pulled up. As he watched the Ranger drive off, Tanner felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What are you going to do with that?" asked Randy.

"I dunno. What do you think, should we keep it?"

"Did you think he was hot? Does a four-way sound good, or maybe a three way?"

"What'd you mean? I wouldn't do anything without you," said Tanner, realizing he was on shaky ground.

"Keep it. Sometime you might want to take him up on it. You haven't been with anyone else, you never know."

Tanner looked at Randy's back as he turned and walked back to the tent. He wasn't sure what was going on, after telling Randy he loved him he thought this kind of stuff was behind them. Unconsciously he stuck the card in his back pocket as he followed Randy.

They rushed to break camp, deciding to head back to campus without any stops to avoid another dunk in the freezing cold stream. Tanner thought Randy seemed a little introspective, but didn't say anything about Kip's visit. With a last snap of the tarp to clear it of pine needles and dirt, they packed up and headed back home.

The conversation was light and inconsequential on the return trip. They passed the convenience store they had stopped at on the trip down. Both of them staring at it as they raced past. They had traveled a few miles when Tanner turned to Randy. 

"Go back, go back to that store."

"Are you fucking crazy? She might have a gun this time!"

"No, I have something I need to do. Turn around."

Randy shook his head, unsure about the sanity in this decision, but within minutes they were rolling to a stop in front of the store. Tanner motioned for Randy to follow him. Walking into the store, the same woman was standing behind the counter, watching the tiny television that was propped against the rack of chewing tobacco. Tanner cleared his throat, and she looked up.

"Whatchu do'n back here? I done told ya to git!"

"Yes ma'am. I just wanted to clear up something," said Tanner.

"Yeah?" she said with a scowl.

"He's not my friend, he's going to be my husband, and I love him a lot." Tanner turned and grabbed Randy, kissing him hard as their lips pressed against each other. The seconds that passed seemed like hours before he released Randy and turned to the woman.

"Thanks, ma'am. I just wanted to clear that up. My momma always told me to never lie." Tanner grabbed Randy's arm and walked calmly, but quickly to the pickup and pushed Randy to the driver's side. Looking across the cab he got an ornery look on his face. 

"You might want to leave now, before the shock wears off."

Randy nodded in disbelief as they sped back onto the state highway. After a few miles, Randy started chuckling and was soon laughing hysterically, tears rolling down his face.

"You're a crazy mother fucker!" said Randy in delight.

Tanner nodded and settled back into the seat with a smug look on his face. The remainder of the trip was fun and relaxing as both boys relished the successes and triumphs of their trip.

Pulling into the apartment driveway, both men jumped from the pickup, gathered their supplies and made a dash for the apartment. Hoping they would avoid seeing Jenny and Fred, they started up the stairs, thinking they were going to make it without encountering their lovely, but omnipresent, landlords. As the stairs let out a loud squeak, they heard voices coming from the garage. Looking down, Tanner saw a tiny figure with a cloud of white hair move from the garage, Jenny, and just behind her was her husband.

"Hey boys! How was the trip?"

With a silent sigh, the couple turned, taking the steps back down to talk with the old couple. They were greeted and warmly hugged before they started sharing the details of their trip. Randy was lost in describing the vista to Fred when Jenny eased to Tanner's side. She tugged at his sleeve to get his attention.

"Honey," she whispered, "You two smell like -- well like you had a lot of fun, but I'm going to get Fred in the house so you and Randy can get all cleaned up. We can catch up later."

Tanner blushed in embarrassment, their second time to be busted in the same day, but when he looked back at Jenny to apologize, she nudged him with her elbow and gave him a wink. "Good job!"

Tanner blinked once, and then again as he let Jenny's words sink in. Breaking into a huge grin he started to hug her again, before remembering that he wasn't in prime condition to be too close to anyone. By the time he'd recovered from his near gaff, Jenny had grabbed Fred by the arm and was guiding him away from the boys.

"Come on, Fred. You told me you'd change out that light that burned out. It's about time you got it done."

"What bulb? I don't remember needing to change a bulb," said Fred with confusion in his voice. As they moved further away from the younger pair, he turned to Jenny and in a lower voice asked Jenny, "Did you smell something funny on those boys? It seems familiar, but I can't quit place it. You don't think it was wacky weed do you?"

Jenny chuckled as she pulled Fred through the door. "No, honey. It wasn't pot, trust me."

As Fred and Jenny disappeared into their house, Randy and Tanner were struggling to get their camping equipment into the apartment. Once the door was shut Randy turned to Tanner and grinned. "That was the shortest discussion with Fred, ever!"

Tanner started laughing, and collapsed in their snuggling chair as he looked at Randy's puzzled face. "That's because Jenny would smell sex on us, and thought we needed to clean up a little."

"Oh crap! She could smell it on us?"

"Yeah, she may be old, but her nose seems to work just fine." Tanner refrained from pointing out that Kip could smell it on them earlier too.

"Well let's get cleaned up," said Randy as he pulled off his shirt and headed toward the shower. Tanner tossed off his shirt and was following close behind when he realized Randy had never changed shorts from this morning, and now had interesting stains across his ass. He groaned to himself, hoping no one else had noticed. 




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 04



Stepping into the bathroom, Tanner stripped and stepped into the shower with Randy. They began washing each other with deliberate care. The careful washing became gentle caresses and soon Tanner had forgotten about the problems of their day.



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 05



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.



The final weeks of their semester had been eventful for both men. Randy's lacrosse team was on a winning streak, and Tanner's classes were going well. He had decided to attend the gay-straight alliance meetings on campus and discovered they were not the meat market he'd feared, giving him the chance to get to know some of the other LGBT students on campus. With all the activities they were involved in Randy surprised Tanner when he walked in grinning like a mad man, holding a lacrosse stick.

"What're you doing?" asked Tanner.

"One of the guys on the team got a new stick for his birthday. He gave me the old one so you and I could play around together."

"With me? Shit Randy, you know I don't know anything about lacrosse!"

"It's easy! I'll show you how to hold the stick, and we can toss the ball back and forth a few times."

"I don't know. I've never even played baseball," said Tanner in near panic, afraid he was going to look like an idiot.

"It's nothing like baseball. Come on, let's try it."

Tanner let out a sigh of resignation. "Ok, but don't be pissed if I don't get it."

"You'll pick it up. Don't worry."

Tanner shrugged his shoulders and followed Randy down the stairs. They spotted Fred and Jenny drinking iced tea on their patio as they raced down the stairs. Randy waved and sprinted over to the couple. He carried on an animated conversation that lasted mere seconds and then hurried back to Tanner.

"Fred said we could practice in the backyard."

The boys moved to the middle of the yard and Randy rapidly went through some basics, then ran a few feet off and lifted his stick. "Here, I'll lob one into you."

With each ball missed or dropped the frustration level grew for both Tanner and Randy. Randy was trying to explain a game he understood on an instinctual level, and Tanner was becoming more and more frustrated with each mistake. It was obvious that they were not having a good time when Fred appeared at Tanner's side.

"Maybe I can help a bit. I played a little lacrosse when I was a youngster," said Fred.

The relief was evident on both Tanner and Randy's faces. Tanner smiled at Fred as he stepped closer and began to make suggestions. First he positioned one of Tanner's hands on the end of the stick, and the other midway up, pointing out that it would be easier to catch the ball by choking up on the throat of the stick. He then showed Tanner to hold the stick vertically in front of him. He nodded at Randy, who lobed a ball to Tanner -- and it flew into the pocket.

"Holy crap! I actually caught it!" squealed Tanner.

Fred chuckled and helped position Tanner's hands for the toss back, then stepped back to watch. The first ball was far too short, but after a few more adjustments and tosses, Tanner was getting the ball to Randy on almost every throw. The pair spent the next hour practicing, with Fred helping. Eventually though Jenny gathered up their tea glasses, waved to the players and motioned Fred to come with her. Fred walked over to help, holding the door open as they moved inside. Jenny sat the glasses in the sink and turned to Fred with a conspiratorial look. 

"You could have told the boys you were the captain of the Cornell lacrosse team," said Jenny with a chuckle.

"Could have, but wouldn't do any good, nope not any. 'Sides, that's ancient history, I'm an old fart, lacrosse is a game for young men."

Jenny walked behind her husband and kissed his cheek. "Come on you old leprechaun, it's time for bed."



The last weeks of the semester flew by for both boys. Randy had done more research into what he needed to do to transfer to State and had found that while his grades were not as high as Tanner's, he was still well above the entrance requirements. Randy had sent for the admission packet, and fortunately for his concentration it arrived after he'd finished his last final. Excited to have the actual application, Randy had it spread across the table and was studying it as he ate lunch. Engrossed in reading through the application, he wasn't aware of Tanner climbing the stairs until the click of the door announced his arrival. Popping the last bite of sandwich into his mouth, Randy turned to greet Tanner as he walked into the apartment. 

He watched as Tanner dropped his backpack to the floor and pivoted toward him, giving Randy a shy smile. "Don't look so innocent, I know you're curious, and yes finals went fine. I think I have A's in all my classes, although the botany class is on the edge. Not that I understand what a large animal vet needs with botany."

"Poisonous plants?" said Randy.

"Oh shut up, you big ole' slut! I didn't want logic, I wanted sympathy!" said Tanner with a chuckle.

Randy looked over at Tanner and ground his ass against the chair, letting out an exaggerated moan, "You haven't been very sympathetic to scratching my itch."

Tanner yanked the farm cap off his head and tossed it at Randy with a laugh, "I know you aren't complaining. I know you're smarter than that!"

Randy broke out in laughter, "Nope, not bitching at all. Just say'n that anytime . . ." Randy wiggled his eyebrows at Tanner.

"Oh hell, I've created a monster that's addicted to sex!" said Tanner with a laugh. "But I'm afraid I have bad news in that area, I have to go home next week to help put up the first cutting of hay. But I can come back and help you get ready to leave."

"I'll just go with you. I like your parents," said Randy.

Tanner breathed out a sigh of relief. "I'd like that, but you know . . ."

"I know, I know. No hankie pankie while we're at your parent's house. But you know that means I'll be extra horny by the time we come back," said Randy with a cartoon leer.

"I think I can take care of that," said Tanner with a chuckle. "But I'm suppose to be there tomorrow, so we need to get packed. We'll be there most of the week."

"No problem," said Randy as Tanner turned to lay out what he needed. After a few minutes, he realized that Randy was standing in the middle of the apartment looking at him with a single piece of cloth in his hand.

"What the hell is that?"

"My clothes for the week!" said Randy. As he watched Randy open the fragment of material, Tanner realized it was one of the jockstraps that looked like a pair of briefs with the ass cut out. He suddenly remembered he'd mentioned to Randy that he thought they were hot, and now Randy was holding a fire engine red pair.

"Oh crap, you can't—"

Randy broke down laughing and tossed the jock to the bed. Walking over he wrapped his arms around Tanner and pulled them together, giving him a passionate kiss.

"Oh . . . you are so easy."

Tanner chuckled and kissed Randy back. "Probably, but get busy and pack!"



Tanner wiped his arm across his face, clearing the flood of sweat for a few seconds. He couldn't believe his easy week of hauling hay with Randy had turned into an endurance trek through hell. It was one of those May weeks that are a harbinger of the summer to be, which translated into spending the last few 100 degree plus days throwing 60-pound bales into an oven-like hay barn.

Standing for a few minutes on the bale wagon, he watched Randy working at the other end of the bed as they stacked bales. The heat had driven them to shed their shirts hours ago, and Tanner had a fantastic view of his boyfriend as the fierce sun glistened off his muscular torso. He drifted in speculation as he tried to think of a way for them to get some time together, and he was still mulling over ideas when a bale fell from the lift and plowed into his side, almost throwing him off the wagon.

"Pay attention, Tanner!" yelled Jo.

He glared at the back of his sister's head, knowing she was laughing at his expense. He also glowered in the direction of the ranch house, and his father. He sometimes wished they had the latest equipment. It would make life so much easier. Deep down he understood that part of the reason his family had managed to not just survive, but thrive, was a history of making the most out of whatever they had. Still it was frustrating to see the ranch next-door finish in half the time because they had new machinery. But as his dad had pointed out numerous times, the owner of that ranch was a doctor, the ranch just a hobby, so they didn't need to make money.

When a second bale rammed into Tanner, he heard laughter coming from both Jo and Randy. Without acknowledging either of them, he refocused on the work at hand, throwing bales high onto the stack. After tossing several bales, he calmed down, knowing that if it had happened to Randy or Jo he would have laughed too. They were nearly finished anyway, and it would be after sundown before any more hay could be baled.

After the last bale was loaded, Jo drove them to the hay barn. The wagon wasn't moving fast, but it was still enough for a light breeze that caused the scent of Randy's sweaty body to surround Tanner as they stood side by side. Tanner looked at his lover and smiled, again enjoying the sight of his bare torso decorated with scattered pieces of hay. The vision of Randy's chest fueled an intricate fantasy, until they lurched to a stop. Concentrating on the job at hand, the three of them soon had the last bale stored.

Exhausted and over-heated, the two young men walked to the house and washed up, using the garden hose to wash the dirt and hay from their torsos. The additional cooling effect of the cold well water was a welcome benefit. After wiping water from their skin, they hurried to Tanner's room, found clean t-shirts and were tugging them on as they raced to the table. They sat down just as Tanner's mom began putting the meal on the table.

"This looks delicious, Mrs. Carson," said Randy as he started shoveling food onto his plate.

"Please Randy, just call me Mary," she said, "Besides, I always heard hunger was the best spice for any dish."

Randy chuckled, piling his plate high with barbecued ribs and salad fresh from the family garden. Jo and Tanner's father were not too far behind. The small group dug into the deliciously prepared food. Reducing what had looked like an enormous amount of food to a few odds and ends. Tanner drained his glass of ice tea and then turned to his father.

"Dad, do you need us for anything this afternoon? I thought I'd take Randy over to Turner Falls, and we could swim."

Mark Carson shook his head, "No, I don't need you. It's going to be too dry to put up hay. But Turner Falls is just a wore-out tourist trap, why go there?"

"It was fun when I was a kid, it just seemed like it would be a good place to cool off."

"No, you're thinking of Sulphur Springs. It's a national park now. Ya'll should go there." Mark chuckled, "That water'll cool your jets."

Randy gave Tanner a questioning look. Tanner explained, "It's fed by a huge spring, and the water really cold."

"That sounds good to me!" said Randy with a smile.

"Ok then, let's head to Sulphur," said Tanner.

"Hey, I wanna go!" said Jo. Tanner's mother piped up too, "I wouldn't mind tagging along either. I could pickup a few things in town."

Tanner sighed inwardly, his plans for some alone time with Randy squashed. A swim in the bracingly cold water would still be a good thing though, so the trip wasn't a total bust. 

The three younger travelers rushed to change to their swimsuits while Mary made a list of things she needed in town. The resulting trip was fun, even if it wasn't exactly what Tanner had envisioned. He'd talked Randy into diving into the swimming hole first, giving he and Jo uproarious entertainment. They laughed at his cold-water induced scream until they were gasping for air.

An afternoon of swimming had left them ready to finish the work as darkness, and cooler hours, descended on them. By the time the last bale of hay was in the barn, they were all too tired for anything other than falling into bed. This was their last day on the ranch, tomorrow it was back to the university where the pair would pack Randy's pickup for his drive to Maryland.



Randy and Tanner barely contained themselves as they made the trip back to their apartment. They had both been flirting with the other, and as a result they arrived desperately in need of release. Grabbing their bags, they burst through the apartment door and tossed them into the corner. The instant the door shut behind them, Randy had Tanner pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. The week of abstinence had left them both horny as only men in their sexual peak can be. Tanner's aggression was no less as he grabbed Randy's ass and squeezed it tight in his work-strengthened hands. The slick fabric of Randy's basketball shorts shifted under Tanner's hands revealing that Randy was not wearing anything under them. He groaned at the discovery and ripped the shorts off his handsome lovers body. 

Without a pause, Randy peeled off Tanner's shirt and launched it randomly into the air. His focus was on his handsome boyfriend, and nothing else. Dropping to his knees, Randy grabbed Tanner's denim covered ass, leaned in and pressed his face against his crotch. The smell of Tanner and sweat was overwhelming. Randy loved the scent of his man; it seemed to supercharge his system, making his already hard cock throb with anticipation. Randy began chewing on the bulge that snaked across the front of Tanner's jeans, feeling his levels of passion ratchet up as the tube of flesh shifted under his assault. 

Lifting his face, Randy unbuttoned the jeans in front of him and slid down the zipper. To Randy's surprise, and pleasure, he could see Tanner's wiry bush as it peeked from the opening. Grinning he looked up at Tanner.

"Commando?"

Tanner leaned down and kissed Randy and then stood with his hips pressed slightly toward Randy. "Yeah commando. You aren't the only one who's horny as hell after the last week."

"Hell yes!"

Randy yanked down Tanner's jeans, freeing his cock from the confines of the denim. Taking it in his hand, Randy started teasing it with long strokes, his hand twisting each time he reached the head. In short order, he had Tanner groaning with abandon. Knowing this wasn't where he wanted this to end, he let his hand drift off his lover's throbbing cock. Standing, he kissed Tanner hard, and then carried him to their bed. Randy was enjoying the moment as he carried Tanner's nude body to their bed. A wave of sexual electricity surged through him, his body suddenly weakening. Randy chuckled when he almost immediately realized that the source of his kryptonite was Tanner teasing his nipples.

"You almost got dropped," said Randy, panting heavily.

Tanner gave a lusty chuckle, "I'd have survived."

Randy grinned and tossed Tanner onto the bed. Reaching down he ripped off Tanner's boots, pressing each one against his face and breathing in the intoxicating scent. He paused to enjoy the sight of his muscular boyfriend, the reddish undertones of his chestnut hair catching the sunlight, creating a golden aura. A broad expanse of hair spread across his pectoral muscles, narrowing to only a few inches wide before plunging down his stomach. From there it spread around his navel before coalescing in a dark treasure trail that dove downward. The amble hair covering his legs joined it at his groin to create a masculine nest for his rock hard cock, with its crimson, plum head. Randy knew Tanner was the most handsome man he'd ever seen.

"Hello! Are you going to sketch me or something? Earth to Randy," said Tanner with a smirk.

A broad grin exploded across Randy's face. He stripped quickly, jumping on the bed beside Tanner, and wrapped his arms around his lover. Their lips pressed together as their hands explored and tantalized, letting the ardor of the moment drive their lovemaking. Their bare skin rubbed together, igniting jolts of lust across their systems. A clear coating covered their rigid cocks as precum dribbled from their piss slits. The fever pitch of their frottage was bringing them closer and closer to their much-needed release. 

Pulling back, Randy panted, his cock drooling a steady stream, marking his heightened state of lust. Recognizing how close his orgasm was, he desperately tried to slow his race to a pinnacle. Looking at Tanner, who seemed to be equally close, Randy smiled and caressed his face. 

"I want you inside me. I want your week's worth of jizz filling my ass."

"Oh shit. Yeah, that sounds fucking hot," said Tanner, his speech slurred with desire.

Randy stretched across the bed, grabbing the bottle of lube they kept on the nightstand, and handed it to Tanner. "Get me ready, baby. I'm so fucking horny I'd let you just dry fuck me, but I think that might make the next couple of days of driving pretty miserable."

"On your belly, boy!" said Tanner with a chuckle.

Randy pushed up the bed, twisting as he came down to offer his bubble butt like a gourmet dinner. Tanner grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them under Randy's pelvis, lifting his ass until it was deliciously protruding. Tanner reached over and started to dribble lube down Randy's ass crack, but stopped. Sticking the bottle in Randy's hand, he jumped off the bed and raced to the bathroom. In a heartbeat, he was back carrying two large towels. Kneeling behind Randy he slapped his lover's ass and then pushed him forward.

"Raise up a second."

Randy followed instructions without question, his hard cock overwhelming any desire for discussion he might have had. He felt the terry cloth slide under him, covering the pillow. He gave Tanner a questioning look and got a smirk in return.

"There's going to be a lot of juice down there pretty soon, and I don't want a cum soaked pillow," said Tanner with a chuckle.

Randy started laughing, wiggled his ass in the air and enjoyed the feeling of the towel under his aching cock. His laughter became a groan as he felt a well-lubed finger invade his hole. Tanner smiled at Randy's response, slipped the finger of his other hand into his butt alongside the first and started stretching Randy's ass. Tanner's fingers slid through the saturated hair, teasing Randy unmercifully as he plunged his fingers inside his man's hot ass.

Randy was soon gasping for air as Tanner rammed both fingers inside his lover. Randy's body was a tangle of taut nerves that Tanner was playing like a harp. Seeing that Randy was more than ready, Tanner grabbed his hips in a vice-like grip with his fingers. Tanner let his rigid cock rub up and down Randy's dripping ass crack. Soon he was pushing his cockhead into Randy's pucker with each pass, Randy's body flushed with sexual excitement as Tanner extended the foreplay. Randy looked back with a storm of passion showing across his face.

"Fuck. Me," Randy gasped out.

Tanner pressed forward, shoving his cock deep inside Randy with one long push, his lust overwhelming any concerns he had for his lover. As he reached bottom he paused, then began to gyrate his hips, pressing hard against Randy's bubble butt. With a sudden change of tactic, Tanner pulled almost out, and then shoved his raging cock hard into Randy's receptive ass. His passion overwhelmed everything else as he used his cock as a pile driver, fucking Randy with abandon. Soon the room was awash in the sound of slapping flesh and grunting men as the two of them rushed to meet the cravings that had built over the past week. With his fingers griping Randy's hips, Tanner unleashed his needs. His lovemaking shifted to meet their animalistic desires. Tanner felt his balls tighten against his shaft, his nipples hard and aching, as he rushed toward a mind-blowing culmination. 




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 05



Randy's ass locked around Tanner's cock, his body wracked with his orgasm. As he forced his way back through the wall of muscle, the sounds of his man's pleasure were the final straw, forcing Tanner over the edge and into his own climax.

Burying himself deep in Randy, the ropes of cum exploded from his throbbing cock. Tanner's week worth of seed filled Randy's ass, flooding him with youthful cream. Their bodies locked together as wave after wave of desire washed over them. Their needs crested, long moments passing before it began to recede. 

The two of them collapsed onto the bed, panting from the intensity of their lovemaking. Tanner kissed the back of Randy's neck, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his lover as he rested on top of him. Randy rolled until the pair were face to face, and kissed Tanner with gentle care.

"That, my wonderful lover, was mind blowing," said Randy as he drifted back to earth.

"Oh shit, I love fucking you. It's always incredible!" said Tanner with a sideways grin.

Randy reached down between them, causing Tanner to gasp when he squeezed his still plump cock. Milking it with teasing strokes, he could feel the blood return to the growing organ.

"Ready for round two?" asked Randy, grinding his ass against the bed at the thoughts of Tanner again inside him.

Tanner leaned forward and raked his teeth down Randy neck and then kissed him passionately. "Hell yes I'm ready!"



Tanner was feeling more than a little lovelorn as he stared at the handsome face on the screen in front of him. They had been Skyping each other for the past two months, and he was getting tired of it. He desperately wanted to hold Randy in his arms and kiss him passionately. By now he wanted to take Randy, pin him on the floor and take his ass. Afterwards, they could cuddle and hold each other, once he'd worked out some of his sexual aggression. The scene he was looking at on the computer screen didn't help his growing frustration at all. 

Randy had got up from his desk and was rummaging through a box beside his bed. Somehow he'd managed to have his ass in the air facing Tanner, and his shorts had slid down to reveal that he wasn't wearing underwear. The top of his tight, furry ass was staring Tanner in the face. He swallowed hard, and then cleared his throat. Randy twisted around with a questioning look.

"Nice ass, babe. Been work'n out?"

Randy chuckled and shook his butt toward Tanner. "Actually I have, glad you noticed," said Randy with a smirk.

Tanner licked his lips as he watched Randy's shorts slide lower with each movement. Just as he thought he was going to get a free shot, Randy pulled them up. Randy shot him a smile as he turned back to the camera and dropped into his chair with a grunt.

"So, did you get the package I sent you?" said Randy.

"Oh! Yeah, I forgot. It came today," said Tanner, and then he chuckled. "I don't think you needed to mark it as sample exams to keep everyone from opening it."

Randy laughed and winked at Tanner. "Oh, I think the thought of holding an exam makes most people break out in hives."

"You want me to open it?" said Tanner with one eyebrow lifted.

"Yeah, but close your door first," said Randy with a smirk.

Tanner gave his lover a questioning look, and then closed his door. As he settled back into the chair he shook the small box, knowing this had to be some sex toy Randy had found.

"Well open it, dork!" said Randy with a chuckle.

Tanner pulled out his pocketknife and began cutting open the package, even though Randy let out a dramatic groan when he saw the knife come out. In spite of Randy's fear that he would agonize over opening the package, with a few flicks of his wrist Tanner had it laying open in front of him. He gave Randy a condescending look and then stared at the content of the box.

"You're a perv, you know that don't you?" said Tanner with a chuckle.

"Me! Who's the one with the obsession over my ass?"

Tanner reached in and pulled out a plastic bubble pack and showed it to Randy. "Purple? You had to send a purple dildo?"

Randy started cracking up, holding his stomach while a multitude of emotions flicked across Tanner's face. After a few moments, he reached back and pulled out its identical twin.

"I thought it might be fun to play with them. It'll be hot to see you dicking yourself with it," said Randy with a smirk.

"You're crazy! What if my mom had opened this damn thing?"

"Calm down, I didn't put a return address. You had plausible deniability."

Tanner began to laugh. "Fancy term for someone holding a purple dick!"

"Speaking of, whatcha think?"

Tanner chuckled and shook his head at his lover. "You're crazy, my parents come in here all the time. I don't want to be ass toward a computer screen with a purple dildo up my butt!"

"Ok, ok, not tonight. So when are you going to have some alone time? I really want to play with these together." Randy winked at Tanner. "Mine is still in virgin condition."

Tanner rolled his eyes as his lips twitched with a smile. Looking back at his lover he began, "Not in the next few days, I think next week they're taking Jo shopping for clothes at the outlet mall in Texas. So they'll be gone all afternoon."

"Ok, then it's a date. Next week. Just let me know when you find out for sure."

"Ok," said Tanner, starting to become a little concerned about the whole thing. But he decided it might be fun to try, and no one would know. He hid the toy in his room and hurried back to his conversation with Randy, who kept playing with his dildo until Tanner forced him to put it up. Afterward, they spent their typical handful of hours talking about everything happening in their lives until the late hour forced them to say their goodnights. Once they cut their connections, they went to bed missing each other deeply and knowing they didn't want any more summers apart.



"What're you doing?" said Jo.

"Sorry. I'm zoning I guess. Sorry," said Tanner.

"You gotta pull it together, big brother. I know you miss Randy, but Mom and Dad aren't stupid, they are going to recognize the puppy dog face."

"I know, I know. It's just been a long summer. I really miss him."

Jo stepped closer and paused as she tried to decide how to ask. After they stood for an uncomfortably long time without speaking, she shook her head and let out a sigh. "There's just no other way to ask, so . . . when are you going to tell the rents?"

Tanner chuckled for a moment and then nodded in acknowledgment of his sister's serious question. "After Randy comes back. He wants to be with me."

"You're going to do it together? Wow, that could make for some spectacular fireworks," said Jo. Her face twisted as she considered Tanner's answer. "Have you thought about calling Uncle Rob?"

"I did. I have. Yeah, I thought about it. I don't know. He might not even know we are alive."

"It's worth a try. See what Randy thinks. Maybe Rob can tell you what happened with him. Give you some idea how Dad will act when you tell him."

"Yeah, ok. I'll talk to Randy and see what he says," said Tanner in resignation.



As the phone began to ring Tanner screwed up his courage. He and Randy had discussed the idea of calling his uncle and seeing if he had any suggestions that would help his coming out. Neither of them wanted to open old wounds for Rob, but hoped he might be of some help. They'd agreed it could go badly, but hoped that it wouldn't. It had taken a lot of effort to find his uncle's phone number, they had thought he lived in Seattle but it was actually Lynnwood. But they did locate it and now events were set into motion. Tanner listened to the phone ring a fifth time, and started to hang up, when he heard someone answer the phone.

"Hello," said a deep voice.

"Yes, could I speak with Robert Carson?"

"Who is this?"

"His nephew . . ."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for several heart wrenching moments. Tanner was starting to fidget when he heard, "Hang on, let me get him."

Tanner sat on the floor, his legs too weak to hold him. What had he been thinking? He'd never met this man, whom his family had disowned almost a quarter century ago. There was no way this conversation could go well, he was sure his uncle would blast him for what had been done. Tanner started to panic and was about to hang up when he heard a vaguely familiar voice.

"Hello? Tanner?"

Tanner swallow hard, and nodded, then realized that his uncle couldn't see him. "Yes, it's Tanner."

"Is everything ok? Are your mom and dad alright?"

"Yes, sir. Everyone's okay."

There was a long awkward pause. Tanner swallowed hard, realizing it was up to him.

"Uncle Rob, I have a problem, and I was hoping you could help."

Tanner could hear the trepidation in Rob's voice when he spoke. "Ok, what's up, Tanner. It must be serious, or you wouldn't be calling me. I seem to remember your grandfather referring to me as Satan's spawn."

"Yes, sir. I know I probably shouldn't be bothering you. Maybe this was a mistake. I'll let you go." Then he heard another voice on the line and realized it was the person who'd answered the phone.

"Rob, shut up and don't hassle the boy. It's important, or he wouldn't have called."

Rob chuckled for the first time. "Get off the extension, Ian."

"Nope! I've been telling you for years to give your brother another chance. Our wedding is coming soon, and I think this might be your chance. So I'll just be a good little boy and listen."

"Asshole," growled Rob.

"Yup, that's the only way to get through your thick Okie skull."

Tanner heard a long sigh, and felt much better with his uncle's partner on his side. 

"What do you need, Tanner? Sorry, Ian's right. I have a lot of baggage about my family, and none of it's your fault. You were in diapers the last time I saw you."

"Yes, sir. Well here's the deal. I'm gay, and my boyfriend and I are in love. I'm going to tell my parents as soon as Randy comes back from summer break. But we thought you might have some suggestions," said Tanner quickly.

His disclosure was met with utter silence. The seconds ticked by, until Tanner heard Ian begin to laugh. Soon he heard the phone hit the floor, but you could still hear his raucous laughter. After a few seconds, Tanner heard, "Hang on Tanner. My husband's apparently lost it."

Soon Rob was back, and there was a relaxed note to his voice. "Tanner, I'm flattered that you called. As you can tell from Ian's response, this wasn't something I'd ever expected. So tell me about your boyfriend, and maybe I can help you avoid the debacle that was my coming out to your grandparents."

Tanner took a deep breath and plunged into his story. He started with their meeting in the dorms, their mutual coming out to each other and how after a while they had fallen in love. He shared the highlights of their life together for the past two years and then told about the camping trip and how he had come to realize that he needed to live his life, and it might be without his dad.

"Well, first I don't think Mark's nearly as freaky about religion as Dad was, so that will help you. But let me get Ian back on the phone, he teaches psychology at the university. He might have some good ideas too."

Tanner spent the next hour enjoying a helpful conversation with his uncles. They both shared parts of their lives together, and by the time they said their good byes, Tanner had a lot of suggestions to help with his coming out, and an invitation for he and Randy to attend their wedding in late fall.



"Yes, that's what he said. And yes, I'm sure you're invited to the wedding too," said Tanner as he told Randy about the talk with his uncle. He had spend the last few days thinking about the suggestions they'd gotten, and had decided most of them were good ideas, not all, but most. He and Randy had been talking about it since they'd started Skyping that evening and he thought they had covered just about everything. 

Randy had noticed from the time Tanner appeared on his screen that he was not wearing his typical t-shirt, jeans and boots, but was in a sleeveless shirt and a loose pair of gym shorts. The combination made him look like any gay boy's wet dream so far as Randy was concerned, and he hoped it meant they were going to play. Randy hadn't masturbated since last week hoping they'd share some cyber-sex while Tanner's family was out shopping.

Tanner caught Randy's eye and grinned at him with a certain amount of deviltry in his gaze. Randy chuckled and blew a kiss at his lover and then waited. Tanner reached under his bed and pulled out a box. Knocking off the lid, he pulled out the small purple dildo that Randy had sent him.

"Woohoo! Fun night for us!" said Randy with enthusiasm.

Tanner chuckled and waved the small toy in Randy's direction. "So whatda you think, lover. You want to watch me with this thing?"

"Oh hell yes! Show me what you can do, babe!"

Tanner had been planning all week, thinking how to make it as erotic as possible. He'd seen his share of gay porn on-line, some of it awful, but he'd got some ideas. He thought Randy might like the whole jock look so he'd bought the shirt and shorts, both as revealing as possible. He started to move, getting into his role as seducer. Taking the dildo, he ran it over his lips, his tongue flicking out onto it. He ran his hands under his shirt and started rubbing his nipples, letting out a low moan as he let the tip of the dildo slip into his mouth. 

"Oh fuck, babe. You look so damn hot!" said Randy surrendering himself to the scene before him.

Tanner pulled off the shirt, letting it slide to the floor as he ran the wet plastic cock over his hard nipples. His gasps and whimpers filled the air as he surrendered himself to the spectacle he was creating. He locked eyes with Randy, seeing that he was sitting frozen in place watching Tanner.

"Take off your shirt, baby. I want to see your hot chest. Play with your nipples for me."

Randy obeyed; pulling his shirt over his head then running his hands over his bare chest. He watched as Tanner started squeezing his hard cock through his shorts. Randy began to pant from the building desire. Tanner slid his hand into the top of his shorts and began stroking his cock. He had let out a sigh as his hand first touched it, and then he started stroking as he watched his boyfriend.

"Strip for me, baby. I want to see that hard ass of yours," said Tanner.

Randy smiled and stood, the camera overwhelmed by his crotch. Tanner watched, licking his lips as he watched Randy's strong hands unbutton his cargo shorts, and then slide them off. Tanner chuckled as Randy's cock flexed against his compression shorts, the bulge of his cock dominating the view. Randy stroked his fingertips down it a few times, the wet spot marking his cockhead growing in size. After a few minutes, Randy's hands slid up again, peeling his shorts off and freeing his hard cock. He sat back on the bed, his legs spread while he fondled his balls and cock.

"Your turn, babe. Show me that fat cock of yours," said Randy.

Tanner smiled and followed Randy's example, standing so his crotch filled the view. Reaching up he began pulling down his shorts, revealing more and denser hair as his pubes came into view. Once he reached the base of his cock, he swayed for a few seconds, letting his cock jump inside his shorts. Then Tanner hooked his fingers around his shorts and yanked them down. His cock flew out, almost hitting the screen as it arched upward. Tanner moved backward, stroking his cock as he watched Randy.

Randy grabbed the bottle of lube he had tossed on the bed before they started tonight. Squeezing out a large glob, he reached down and smeared it over his crack, covering himself with lube. Tanner moaned with lust as he watched Randy sink two fingers into his ass and start fucking himself.

"Damn! That's so fuck'n hot!" said Tanner breathlessly.

"Show me, babe. I wanna see you finger that tight hole." Randy said with a moan.

Tanner slathered lube over his ass, rubbing his finger over his wet pucker until his breath was coming in gasps. Need possessed him as he slid one finger deep inside his ass. As it disappeared in his gut, he looked at Randy with a lusty smile.

"Is that what you wanted to see? You wanna fuck my cowboy ass?"

Randy had slid in a third finger, moving faster as he fucked his ass. "God yes, you're so fucking hot. Finger that virgin hole for me, babe. I'm gonna pound that fucking ass."

Tanner slipped in a second finger, gasping as his hole stretched wider, a lance of pain shooting through him. With care he worked in more lube, and soon had two fingers buried deep in his gut. His cock was aching and hard, precum belching out with each thrust. He locked eyes with Randy, seeing his lover's flushed body as he drilled his ass with his thick fingers. Tanner touched the tip of his cock, pulling off strings of precum as he eased his fingers into himself.

Randy could feel his balls tight against his shaft, knowing he couldn't take much more without losing his load. He snatched up the purple toy and covered it with gel. He grinned and pulled his legs up, rubbed the dildo over his hole, and then rammed it deep into his gut. As the last of the rubber dick slid inside him, Randy felt it scrape over his prostate and his body shuddered.

"Fuck! That feels so good. Fuck, Tanner. Do it, put it in."

Tanner licked his lips, his ass opening and the pain diminished. Deciding he was loose enough for the small toy, he let his fingers slide out and then slathered a thick coat of lube over the plastic. Rolling to his side, Tanner pulled his top leg against his chest, teasing his hole as he worked to insert the toy. He eased it in, pushing deeper with each thrust, his inner gateway slowly, ever so slowly, letting the intruder through. After a few moments of resistance, Tanner felt the head slide through, and he gasped at the surge of pain.

"Breath babe, push out a little. It'll pass in a minute," said Randy in a gentle voice, already working the toy in and out of his own ass as he watched his future husband pleasure himself.

The pain subsided for Tanner, and he pushed in further. The sensations were indescribable, the small plastic dick slipping deeper inside him. He paused frequently, giving himself time to adjust until he could feel its base press against his ass cheeks. His ass pulsed, clamping around the shaft, sending jolts through him as the pleasure began to build. He looked at the screen, watching as Randy fucked himself with the toy, his body trembling and shaking with building passion as they moved closer to climax.  

"Damn, you look so fuck'n hot," said Randy, starting to pound his ass with the toy.

Tanner became lost in the feelings, and the sight of Randy fucking himself hard. He grabbed his dripping cock and started pounding it while he rammed the purple intruder over and over into his gut. The feelings of orgasm overwhelmed him as ropes of cum started shooting from his cock, the first jets hitting him in the face and then a fountain of cum covering his torso. With a final gasp, he collapsed against his bed, the toy trapped inside him by the massive contractions of his body. Panting, he looked at the screen in time to see Randy's cock explode, pouring cum over his hairy stomach.

The rooms were filled with gasps for air as both men drifted. The pair basked in the wonderful feelings, which also served to underscore their need to be together. Randy ran his hands over his chest, smearing the load of cum. He snapped out of his daze in time to see the dildo slither from Tanner's butt and hit the floor.

"You look kinda hot and slutty, babe," said Randy with a chuckle. Reaching down he pulled the dildo from his ass, enjoying the sensation as it popped out. Looked back he saw that Tanner was chuckling.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 05



"Yeah, I'm not the only slut here."

The two lay in their beds, their hands trailing over their chests and pelvis, enjoying the afterglow of their cybersex, long distance pillow talk causing both of them to giggle. As they were relaxing with each other, Tanner's phone began to buzz.

Picking it up, Tanner scanned the incoming text message. "Fuck! They're almost home!"

Randy started laughing as he continued to finger his satisfied hole. Tanner was frantically putting away everything. In the midst of the flurry of activity, he turned and flashed Randy a smile. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, you bad man! Love you!"

"Love you!" replied Randy. The screen blinked close and Randy lay feeling especially relaxed. He slipped his finger in a little further, feeling a stirring as his cock started to inflate.

Knocking filled the room. "Hey, Randy! You there?"

Randy panicked at the sound of his dad's voice, and clothes and toys began to fly.



Tanner wiped his nervous hands on his jeans for the hundredth time since they had started the trip. They were getting close to Tanner's parents house, and the culmination of the critical decision to tell his family they were a couple. Tanner's family did not have an illustrious history for supporting gay family members, but he'd gotten a lot of advice from his Uncle Rob and Ian, Rob's husband. They both thought Tanner's dad would take it better than his grandfather had, which had resulted in Rob being disowned. 

At Ian's suggestion, they had worked through every scenario they could think of, and how that would make them feel. From a full meltdown with screaming and crying, to complete and utter acceptance, they had spent hours and hours preparing Tanner mentally for whatever happened. Regardless they knew it was going to be a difficult conversation. Tanner had reached the decision during their trip last spring break that he needed to be out to his family, and if his parents couldn't deal with that then they weren't the people he thought they were.

By the time Randy arrived from Maryland, Tanner had managed to work himself into a fine set of nerves. He had been eager to see his love again, but the thought of talking with his parents left him nauseous the majority of the time. Mostly he just wanted Randy to hold him and reassure him that everything would be okay. After he had arrived, Randy accommodated him for several days, but realized coddling Tanner wasn't helping. 

They had talked about it and decided the best thing they could do was talk with his parents now. Whatever happened, another week of waiting wasn't going to make it better, and once it was done maybe Tanner could go back to being a functional adult.

So, armed with the knowledge from Tanner's sister that both parents were home, they started out just after daybreak for the trip south. Jo knew what they were planning too, and was going to try and help, but Tanner had made it clear that she shouldn't get in the middle of things if their parents didn't take his news well.

Tanner felt the pickup roll to a stop in front of his parent's house. He couldn't help but think this might be the last time he ever saw the ranch where he had grown up.

Randy reached over and patted Tanner's leg. "It'll be fine. Wait and see. Your parents will understand."

"I hope you're right," said Tanner with a sigh. "Come on, let's get this over with."

Randy watched Tanner jump out of the pickup and then scrambled to follow him. As they entered the front door, they could hear Tanner's parents in the kitchen. Tanner was getting flushed as the stress of the moment began to overwhelm him. As he walked into the kitchen, his parents turned and gave them a look of concern and curiosity as they came in.

"Tanner? What's wrong, why are you home?" said Mary, his mother.

"Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you. We need to talk to you."

"Alright son, go ahead," said Tanner's dad, Mark.

Randy stayed close to Tanner, for support, but was resolved to stay quiet if possible. 

Tanner tried to start, and words didn't come out. Swallowing hard, he tried again. "Mom, Dad, I need to tell you. You love me don't you? You'd always love me won't you?"

Mark lowered his cup of coffee, it's contact with the countertop sounding like a hammer on an anvil in the silent void the kitchen had become. "Of course, son. What's up? Why are you so upset?"

Jo walked in as Tanner tried again to explain, "I didn't choose, it's not a choice. I've always known, but now, with Randy, it's important that you understand."

Mary slowly wiped her hands with the dishtowel that was thrown over her shoulder. Her face was an unreadable mask when she turned to Tanner. "Just tell us, Tanner. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."

Tanner became more rattled with each passing second, his ideas and carefully practiced speech forgotten. "It did with Uncle Rob, now you don't talk. I don't want that to happen, but we're in love, and I can't live half a life. I just can't..." Tanner gasped for air, feeling like the room was suddenly extremely close, and he couldn't continue. As his knees weakened, he felt a hand gently press across his lower back. Glancing back, he saw Randy nod at him, lending him strength. He also saw his sister's face and got a shy wink from her. His strength returned, outweighing the fears and worries. Taking a deep breath, he turned to his parents.

"I'm gay, and Randy and I are in love," he said with crystal clarity.

Tanner watched his parents, no clues as to their thoughts showed on their faces. He felt Jo move closer to him, subtly showing her support. The minutes passed as both parents stood silent, unmoving, without comprehension or emotion showing from them. Finally, his father lifted the coffee cup to his lips and drained the cup. Setting it back down, he looked at Tanner.

"You talked to Rob?"

"Yes sir. We thought he might have some suggestions on how to handle this. I didn't want it to end up like when he came out."

"Might have helped if Dad hadn't found out by catching him and the neighbor kid in the barn."

Tanner looked at his father, his mouth opening and closing until he snapped his lips shut. This wasn't going bad, but he wasn't sure how it was going. He heard his mother clear her throat. When he looked at her, she was looking at him and Randy.

"You two love each other?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You're ready to support each other through a life that's going to be more difficult just because you're gay?"

"Yes, ma'am. We know life is going to be harder. We've already seen some of it."

She locked eyes with Randy. "If you hurt my son, you'll have to deal with me, young man!"

Randy smiled at Mary and nodded. "Yes, I understand. I would never hurt Tanner."

Suddenly Tanner's father stood, setting his cup on the counter. "I need to set those posts in the south pasture. I better get going." Tanner watched as his father turned and walked out the door, feeling his heart break a little more with each receding step. As his father disappeared out the door, he felt his mother's small hand pat his cheek.

"Let him think about it. He'll make the right decision. I had an advantage, I already knew," said Mary.

Tanner's focus snapped to his mother. "You knew? How?"

"Well first off, your sister is not the makeup artist she thinks she is," she said with a smirk, "And second, I know how people look at the love of their life, and that's how you look at Randy."

Mary took a step and wrapped her arms around Randy. "Welcome to the family, son." Randy wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and hoping that Tanner's dad would make the right decision too.

The day wore on, the passing time melding with Tanner's emotions and tying his gut into knots. His mother had accepted him and Randy unconditionally, but with his father's exit from the house he wasn't sure what was going to change in the relationship with his father. As the sun tilted toward the west, he heard his mother begin to make dinner. He and Randy made their way from the bedroom, hoisted themselves onto the barstools and started chatting with Tanner's mother. 

Tanner jumped when he heard the screen door slam shut, his stomach churning as he waited to see what his father had to say. His mother strode across the kitchen, meeting his father before he made it further than the mudroom. He heard the quick, and quiet, conversation she had with his dad, but was unable to understand any of it. They stood as Tanner's parents walked in, Randy taking his hand and letting their fingers interlace.

"Tanner, come in here. Please."

Tanner slowly walked into the living room, with Randy's hand in his. They stood silently; ready to hear whatever his dad had to say. Motion in the doorway told Tanner that Jo had moved where she could see what happened. Mark looked at the couple and motioned them to the couch. He and Mary settled into the chairs across from them, and Mark took a deep breath.

"First, Tanner you are my son, and you'll always be my son. I never thought Dad did right by Rob. I've been thinking about this all afternoon, and I never want the same thing to happen between us. I think I owe Rob an apology too; not speaking out when something's wrong is as bad as giving it support. Like they say, if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem."

Tanner sat quietly, happy with what he had heard so far, but he knew they weren't finished.

"I don't claim to understand. I know what Dad always said, but he used the bible to justify a whole lot of things that I think are wrong." He studied Tanner, looking as if he'd never seen his son before. "I don't know about the whole choice or not thing, son. But if you say it was never a choice, then I trust you. You've always been honest with me. To be blunt, I've never understood why anyone would choose to be gay when it makes things so much harder. I've never had much use for bible thumpers, you know that too. I think they're good at judging everyone else."

Tanner nodded, squeezing Randy's hand as the conversation seemed to go in a positive direction. His dad looked at them, seeing them in a whole new light. 

"So you two are a couple? I'm glad you found someone to love. I guess it's too late to say you need to leave the door open when Randy's here..."

Tanner relaxed slightly and chuckled, his face turning red with the implications. "Yes, Dad. It's a little late for that."

"But you're being careful, 'cause you know AIDS... "

Randy stepped in and answered this time. "Sir, we've been tested, and we're a monogamous couple. So you don't need to worry about that."

Surprisingly, Mark chuckled, "Good, I was dreading the safer gay sex talk."

They all laughed softly. Tanner looked at his dad, tears of relief rolling down his face. He lurched from the couch and wrapped his arms around his dad, hugging him tight. "Thank you, Dad. Thank you for understanding and loving me."

Mark returned the hug, and sighed, still not certain of all the implications for Tanner, but never considering losing his son. After a few moments they separated, and Tanner sat back beside Randy. With a sigh of relief, he felt the weight of the past months melt off him. Tanner smiled at his parents.

"I was afraid you wouldn't accept me."

Mark chuckled, wrapping his arm around his wife. "Well it didn't hurt that your mother said if I fucked this up she would kick my ass all the way to Wichita Falls."

Tanner's mouth fell open at profanity from his father and even more so at the nod of acknowledgment from his mother. With a laugh, he leaned back against Randy.

Mark looked at his wife and gave her a slight smile.

"I think it's time to make a call to Seattle and talk to my brother too..."



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 06



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. 



Tanner strolled into the room, his hands shoved in his pockets as he surveyed the small crowd. He saw a few familiar faces, but many new ones too. A typical Gay-Straight Alliance meeting with its unpredictable mix. He always surveyed these crowds with some humor at the myth that gay people stick out. Maybe his gaydar was broken, but Tanner had never been confident enough to guess sexual orientation. Students who attended the meetings spanned the typical college spectrum. Even the casual observer could identify the standard college cliques. Tanner then saw one of the officers of the group making a beeline toward him.

"Oh, Tanner! I'm so glad you're here. We have a full-blown crisis, honey."

Tanner smiled at the pocket-sized young man in front of him. Jarred was not one of the people whose orientation he couldn't determine.

"What's up, Jarred? I'm happy to help if I can," said Tanner.

"Jessica didn't come back! She didn't tell anyone she wasn't either. Now, no president!"

"Who's vice president? Can't they do it?"

"Oh sweetie! No one wants the job. I know you're busy, but the club really needs your help."

"Well it has to be voted on—"

Jarred spun around and yelled, "He'll do it! Who's in favor?"

Tanner gave a sheepish look in response to the roar of agreement from the membership. "I guess I'm your president for this year then."

Jarred smiled as Tanner walked over to talk with the rest of the officers. He'd wanted to get into those form-fitting Wranglers ever since he'd first laid eyes on Tanner, now he had an entire year of meetings, events and parties to worm his way into Tanner's circle of friends. From there it was a short jump to seducing the rugged man and putting another notch on his bedpost. Jarred knew Tanner had a jock boyfriend, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve to get him out of the picture. His body tingled at the thought of that big country boy pounding his ass.



Randy looked up and smiled as he walked through the door. He pushed away from his desk and wrapped Tanner in a warm hug.

"Well, aren't you being all cuddly tonight," said Tanner as he snuggled in Randy's arms.

"Just glad to see you, that's all. How was your meeting?"

Tanner started laughing. "Guess who's president?"

Randy leaned his face against Tanner's neck and inhaled softly. "Who, Babe?"

"Yours truly!"

Randy touched his lips to Tanner's jaw, his lips trailed over Tanner's in a soft kiss before the two of them separated. "That's amazing, Babe. Congratulations! Just watch that little sneak Jarred."

Tanner found it difficult to concentrate as Randy's hands slid under his shirt, the tips of his fingers gliding over his chest. Tanner enjoyed the sensations, his mind racing to more physical considerations, but he realized they needed to talk. He grabbed Randy's wrists.

"What's wrong with Jarred?"

"He has a crush on you, and I don't share," said Randy.

"You're crazy! Jarred doesn't like me, not that way. Besides, he's a full-blown hairless twink for god's sake. Why would I want to be with him?" said Tanner.

Randy pulled his hands away and let them drop to his sides. "Whatever, but I'm just telling you, he has the hots for you. I know you don't believe me, but keep an eye on him." Randy gave Tanner a faint smile. "You don't want to deal with a jealous jock, do you?"

Tanner pressed himself against Randy, his fingers trailing over the handsome man in front of him. He grinned as he looked at Randy. "Don't worry about the little twink. You're all I want."

Tanner unbuttoned the top of Randy's shirt, loving the small swirl of hair nestled at the top of his chest. He traced his finger through it and enjoyed the texture of Randy under his touch. His hand slid down, starting to open the next button when Randy's hand closed around his. He looked up and met Randy's eyes.

"I know what you're doing," said Randy.

"What's that, Babe?" said Tanner, beaming innocence.

"You're trying to distract me."

"And is it working?"

Randy snickered. "Yeah, it is."

"Good," said Tanner. Lowering his lips, he kissed the hollow at the base of Randy's neck. He eased open each button, exposing more and more muscular torso. Once Randy's chest was exposed, Tanner pushed his fingers upward with careful attention to each length of skin under their tips. He used his thumbs to trace lazy circles around Randy's nipples, gliding around his prominent areolas and flicking his nails over the hardened nubs. He pushed Randy's arm up, exposed the damp hair, and buried his face in it, inhaling deeply. Tanner's senses were overwhelmed by the pheromones exuded. 

He extended his tongue, tasting the musky flavor. Tanner paused and let the sensation curl through his system, melding the two of them. Tanner slid his hands around Randy's neck and pulled them together so their lips pressed hard against each other. Tanner was lost in the moment, his body responded to Randy as adrenaline surged through his body.

"How was that, Baby? Are you distracted?" said Tanner.

Randy smiled, "Distracted from what?"

"Cool." 

Tanner started back toward Randy, when a sharp rapping came from their door.

"Tanner? Randy? You home?"

Tanner recognized Jo's voice and jumped away. Pausing for a moment to straighten his clothes, he glanced back at Randy and smiled when he saw a pillow strategically located on his crotch. He paused to catch his breath at the door, and then pulled it open. 

Jo stood in the doorway, tears rolling down her face. She sniffled, her face contorted into a vision of misery. Tanner had not seen much of his sister since she had started at the university. But at this moment, he searched for signs of what had happened as a new freshet of tears cascaded down her cheeks.

Tanner took his sister by the arm, guiding her into the apartment. He watched Randy climb off the couch, all thoughts of passion dissipated.

They seated her at the table, handed her a box of tissues, and let her cry it out while they tried to comfort her. With a great sob, Jo came to a point where she could talk.

"He was cheating on me! That bastard was cheating on me with some blonde with big boobs."

"Who? David?"

"Yes! Dear old Davey from home. He was in the union food court, and I saw him kiss her!"

Tanner breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't dismissing her pain, but no one had died, no one was bleeding. Almost anything else could be fixed. 

He and Randy spent the rest of the evening talking with Jo. They hadn't had much time to spend together since she'd started at the university, and Tanner was feeling guilty that he hadn't made more of an effort. Tanner vaguely remembered David, but they were enough younger that neither he nor Jo were inside Tanner's close group. Still, he and Randy knew guys, and tried to point out other ways the scene could be viewed, and Jo should talk with David. With a little humor, they also pointed out that there were plenty of eligible men on campus. In small steps, Jo let the boys' calm her. 

Randy looked at Tanner, a quick nod indicating his agreement with the unspoken question. Tanner rubbed his hand against his sister's back and then patted her gently.

"Stay here tonight. You can sleep on the couch," said Tanner.

Jo wiped her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. "It's not covered with boy stuff is it?"

Tanner chuckled softly, "You just wiped snot on your sleeve, and you're worried what might be on our couch?" 



"Hurry up, the party starts in a few minutes," yelled Tanner from the bathroom.

"No one shows up on time, don't you know the cool code?" said Randy with a chuckle.

The young couple had managed to find balance in their lives, even if it had taken them until mid-semester. Jarred had invited Tanner to a Halloween party, and Tanner had insisted that Randy was also included. The couple was too broke to buy costumes, so they had improvised. The obvious choice was to dress as cowboys, and tell everyone they were Ennis and Jack from Brokeback Mountain. Since they were similar sizes, the boys raided most of what they needed from Tanner's closet. The rest of the regalia Jo brought from home— including some of Tanner's dad's things that were a good fit for Randy's muscular body.

They had put together a serviceable cowboy look, and Tanner assured Randy it was much more authentic than what anyone else would be wearing. He grinned as he pointed out their felt hats were even decorated with authentic sweat stains, earned doing real work. Randy had to chuckle since they had both commented on the trust fund babies that seemed to populate campus.

Randy was pulling on a pair of well-worn boots courtesy of Tanner's dad, when Tanner walked out of the bathroom and snapped his fingers. "Come on! I can't leave without my Ennis!"

Randy looked up with a smirk. "Yeah, you might want to remember that Jack was killed at the end of that movie."

"Crap, maybe we should go as something else. I don't know how I feel about dressing like a tragic couple."

"Oh good god! It was fiction. Chill!"

Tanner wandered around the room and analyzed his choice of costumes until Randy grabbed his shoulders and lunged in for a soul-shattering kiss. 

"There, you've now had your Brokeback Mountain moment. Stop your damn worrying."

Randy grinned as Tanner rocked back in shock, then a shy smile spread across his face. With a firm nod, he threaded the western belt through his jeans, fastened the dinner-plate-sized buckle, and was ready to go.

They chatted about the party on the way to Jarred's house — a three-bedroom monstrosity his parents had bought for him while he was in school. Add the fact that he drove a bright yellow Jaguar, and there was little doubt that Jarred was one of the silver-spoon crowd. Randy had disliked him from the first time they met, but for no other reason than the lecherous way he looked at Tanner. He had recognized the look; Randy had seen it on some of his fellow lacrosse players when they were after a woman. It meant they would stop at nothing to get into her pants, and Randy saw no reason to believe Jarred didn't fall into the same category. 

The whole new rich flaunting their money thing didn't endear him with Randy either. Jarred acted as if he had never worked a day in his life, and had no ambition to start now. Add to that the bitchy, gay boy act, and it was close to intolerable for Randy to be in the same room with Jarred.

They parked in front of the house and walked together to the front door. By this point, Randy wanted to mark Tanner as his own, but he didn't think Tanner would appreciate having his boots pissed on. Besides, Jarred might like it. Tanner knocked on the door while Randy pasted on his best fake smile, knowing that Jarred never intended for him to come to the party. 

The door flew open, and Jarred stood in the doorway in a skin-tight, Green Lantern outfit. The costume contoured to each and every part of his body, leaving nothing to the imagination — made evident when Randy noted Jarred was circumcised. He caught Jarred scanning Tanner's hard body, and flashed an unrepentant smirk when he realized Randy had seen him.

"Hello Tanner! I'm so glad you could make it. What a fabulous costume! The hot cowboy is so in this year. Honey, you make it look real too."

"Thanks Jarred, just something we threw together," said Tanner. Randy listened while he was introduced, and nodded in acknowledgment, the smile on his face never making it to his eyes. He felt the chill of Jarred's look. 

"Oh yes, we've met," said Jarred. "Please, come in. Both of you."

As the pair walked into the fastidious house, a barking ball of orange fur flew at them, circling their feet and yipping fiercely. The dog stopped in front of Randy and barked ferociously.

"Oh Princess, leave the big old stinky man alone. I'm sure he didn't mean to not bathe," said Jarred with a sneer on his face.

Randy gave Jarred a blank look and squatted down to the level of the diminutive dog. Extending his hand, he gave the dog time to sniff his fingers. When he felt it's tiny tongue flick against them, Randy reached over, ran his fingers through the long hair and scratched behind its ears. The dog almost purred with contentment and lay on it's back so Randy could scratch his stomach. He smiled at Jarred.

"Nice pooch," said Randy.

Jarred turned with a huff and disappeared into the room. Randy gave the tiny dog a last scratch and then moved through the crowd with Tanner. As the night wore on, and with Jarred's marked absence, Randy began to relax and enjoy the party. He moved from group to group as Tanner visited with his friends. Randy was sitting with some teammates when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Aren't you Tanner's boyfriend?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Ah, you might want to check on him. I think he's plastered."

"Tanner doesn't drink..." said Randy with a furrowed brow.

"Does he know what Jello shots are?"

"Where is he?" asked Randy in a biting tone.

"The game room," said the kid, pointing toward the basement.

Randy stormed down the stairs, not certain who he was more furious with, Tanner or whoever gave him the shots. How stupid can one person be? Once Randy hit the game room, it was obvious where Tanner was and who was behind this. Randy stormed across the room to where Tanner was standing on the pool table, dry humping Jarred. His cowboy yells almost drown out Jarred's moans, almost. Randy could not miss the thick bulge of Tanner's cock running across the front of his jeans. The pair was the chief entertainment of the room, catcalls and wolf whistles raining down on them. 

His first instinct was to walk off, leave Tanner with the hairless wonder. But before he let his anger drive the decision, Randy realized he had to at least give Tanner a chance for redemption, even if Randy couldn't imagine a scenario where he would forgive Tanner. Regardless, this spectacle had to stop.

"Tanner. Tanner!" yelled Randy.

Tanner slowed and turned in Randy's direction, an idiotic grin plastered on his face. "How'd ya get down there Randy? I was just fuck'n the shit outta ya!"

"Tanner, you're drunk. We need to go."

"Can't be drunk. Ain't had noth'n except water."

"What about the Jello shots?"

"Oh hell, them's not booze, Jarred said so! They're like dessert or something."

Randy reached up and yanked on his boyfriend. Tanner stumbled, tried to regain his balance, but toppled from the table. Caught as he fell, he was hoisted over Randy's shoulder. They started for the door, but before Randy had taken more than a few steps, he turned and met Jarred's look of loathing. He flipped him off and then walked out of the room with Tanner over his shoulder.

Once they exited the house, Randy carried Tanner rather than try to help him walk. He wanted away before the tenuous control he had over his anger snapped, and he went back inside and beat Jarred. Tanner was going to have plenty to answer for too, but Randy could only focus on them one at a time. Right now he just felt hollow where normally there was a warmth that Tanner existed in. He helped Tanner up the stairs to their apartment and leaned him against the door as he unlocked it. When the door swung open, Tanner lurched through the opening. Randy let out a long sigh, grabbed Tanner's arm and guided him to the bed. 

With no warning, Tanner looked at Randy and started projectile vomiting. The first wave covered Randy, a second heave hit Tanner and marked a round of purging that lasted for several minutes. By the time he finished, they were both drenched in the wretched smelling puke.

Tanner looked at Randy and started to whine. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I feel so bad—"

Randy cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. If you didn't smell so bad, I'd leave you on the floor and maybe you'd learn a lesson. But you reek. Keep being pitiful though and I swear I will make you sleep on the rug."

"Ok, Randy," mumbled Tanner. 

He shook his head and stripped Tanner. For once the sight of Tanner's naked body caused no stirrings for Randy. He was angry, hurt and had no feelings of desire. He walked him to their shower and then let him collapse inside it. He turned on the water, and let it rain down on Tanner's moaning form while he stripped off his own drenched clothing, glad his costume had been old-and-worn garments. Ruining good clothes would have been more than he could deal with right now. 

Randy snatched up both sets of clothing, deposited them in a plastic bag that he set outside the apartment. Tomorrow he would decide if they were salvageable, or just needed to be tossed. Once the bags of clothing were gone, Randy sprayed the room with air freshener, trying to kill the putrid stench. Satisfied that he'd done all he could, he went back into the bathroom to deal with Tanner. 

He found Tanner curled in the bottom of the shower, having puked again from the looks of things. In spite of everything, Randy couldn't help but feel guilty when he saw his boyfriend shivering, and realized that he had only turned on the cold water. He adjusted the controls to a comfortable temperature and lifted Tanner against the shower wall as he stepped inside. He washed them both; scrubbing the vomit off their bodies, but knew alcohol was going to seep from Tanner's pores all night. After numerous washings, Randy decided he'd done as much as possible, and turned off the water. 

Hands flying, Randy toweled them off and helped Tanner to bed. He wasn't going to try and wrestle underwear onto the drunken cowboy. He just hoped that Tanner was through hurling. He lay beside Tanner, not willing to snuggle against him, the hurt and betrayal overwhelmed him. He wrestled with the situation and his choices into the predawn hours before dropping into an exhausted and fitful sleep.



"Oh god," moaned Tanner, waking Randy. "God, my head. Oh shit, I feel awful."

"You should. Do you remember last night?"

"I remember the party, and Jarred giving me some kind of candy. But not much after that," said Tanner slowly.

"It wasn't candy, it was Jello shots. You can't be so backwoods that you don't know what Jello shots are!" yelled Randy.

Tanner grabbed his head. "Don't yell, please. Of course I know what Jello shots are. He said it was candy, and they were coated with sugar. Oh hell, he played me."

"Yeah, well. Do you remember fucking him in the middle of the crowd in his basement?"

Tanner looked at him with growing horror. "No. No! I dreamed I was screwing you. But. Oh god, Randy, Please tell me you're joking."

"Nope, afraid not. You were on the pool table banging his butt. Seemed to be having a good time too," said Randy with a wooden look.

"I swear to God, I don't remember doing it. I would never have sex with Jarred, not even if we were not together. He's, he's, oh fuck he is such a little prima donna twink," said Tanner almost in tears.

"Well you weren't actually fucking him, you still had on your jeans, mostly," said Randy, letting his boyfriend off the hook, at least a little.

"Oh god, Randy. I'm so sorry! I can't believe I did that. I swear, I thought it was you."

"I think you liked the attention, and the chance to be with someone else. You're still curious," said Randy, his arms folded across his chest.

"Please, Baby. Please tell me you forgive me," begged Tanner.

"Oh no, it's not going down like that. You beg for forgiveness, I say things are fine, and you're off the hook. No fuck'n way. I'm pissed. You fucked up. I'm not sure what you can do to fix this."




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 06



Tanner sat on the bed, his head felt as if it were filled with a thousand angry monkeys banging snare drums, and his stomach roiling from the abuse he'd dealt it the night before. He understood Randy was beyond angry. This wasn't a lover's spat. He'd messed up, badly. 

Tanner realized Randy was cooking breakfast. Wrapping the sheet around his body, he stumbled to the stove. Tanner reached out to touch Randy's shoulder, but was rebuffed.

"No, you aren't going to pet me and fix it either. You can sleep in the chair for now too," said Randy.

Tanner stood in a stupor, never remembering a time when people hadn't given him forgiveness when he'd asked for it. He needed his stomach to stop trying to turn itself inside out, and the pain to leave his head. Before another thought could be formed, Tanner realized a cloud of odor surrounded him. His body rebelled at the added insult, and Tanner began to gag.

"Oh god, what's that smell?"

"Oh, I thought some nice sunny-side-up eggs, a little cabbage hash, scrapple with lots of liver and chocolate milk would be good for breakfast."

Tanner slapped his hand across his mouth, gagging non-stop at the horrid combination of foods. Randy flipped the conglomeration in the skillet, sending fresh waves of odors through the room and Tanner racing for the bathroom. A vindictive smile grew on Randy's lips as he heard dry heaves. He turned off the fire and started scraping the eggs and burnt spam into the trash. He realized what he had just done was petty, but he was too hurt to care. He also realized with a smirk that sometime later he would need to explain about scrapple.



Tanner shuffled to the apartment, not sure if he could take another night of Randy's cold shoulder. It had been a week since the party, and communication from Randy was in monosyllables. He'd thought about calling his uncle, or even his mom, but it did not seem like a good solution. As his dragging feet touched the first step, he heard a familiar voice.

"Hi Tanner. Are you enjoying this fine weather we're having?"

Tanner glanced around and spotted Jenny in a sunny part of her flowerbeds. "Hi Jenny. Yeah, I guess the weather is fine."

Jenny rocked back on her heels and pushed back the wide-brimmed hat she wore when working outside. After pausing for a few moments, she motioned Tanner over. "Come help an old woman. I'm planting tulips, and I need a strapping young man to help me."

Tanner sighed but sat his backpack on the stairs and shuffled over. He dreaded the conversation actually; she always seemed to know when he and Randy had trouble. Admittedly, she usually was helpful, but Tanner just wanted it all to go away. He wasn't in the mood to rehash it again. He'd been doing that enough on his own. But he knew he could not escape without hurting her feeling, so he gritted his teeth and moved to help.

Tanner was relieved when the conversation was light and casual, focused on what new perennials Jenny wanted to put out next spring, and which needed divided. Tanner nodded, grunting agreement when needed, but mostly listening to the old woman prattle. 

Later Tanner would never be able to identify what changed and made him want to ask Jenny for advice. Maybe it was the warm sun, the rich earth or some magic unique to her. Regardless of the reason, Tanner found himself sitting beside Jenny and telling her the whole story, leaving no details out. He laid the blame out as he saw it, and hoped that she could see some way to get him out of this mess. He was tired of Randy being angry with him, he was tired of sleeping by himself, but most of all he ached for his best friend — and the accompanying comfort and guidance. Tanner soon realized that this time, sharing his burden with Jenny was not going to be enough. After he finished, Jenny laid down her tools, and slipped off her garden gloves as she thought about what Tanner had just shared. She looked at Tanner with a peculiar smile on her face.

"Humans get in the damnedest predicaments don't they?"

Tanner looked at her with his mouth hanging open, not knowing what to take from that statement. Finally, he found his voice and couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, ma'am. We sure can. And I'll be darned if I know what to do this time."

"Yes sir. Like I always say, adulthood sucks!"

Tanner chuckled again; uncertain of why these nonsensical statements were making him laugh. "Yes ma'am. Adulthood does suck. It was easier when my mom could fix everything."

Jenny nodded and looked contemplative. "And what would the fine Mrs. Carson have done."

Tanner thought for a minute and considered the question. "She woulda said it was my fault, no one held me down and made me eat them things."

"Hmm, yeah. That's probably true. But I'm thinking twasn't all your fault neither."

Tanner nodded, "Yes, she'd say part of the blame was Jarred's, for several things."

"Yup, yup. Your momma'd be right. Seems to me, you need to get everyone in the same room and get Randy the whole truth, which I don't think he's got yet."

"Randy'd kill Jarred!" said Tanner.

Jenny grinned, "Nah, maybe toss 'em around a bit. But not kill 'em outright."

Tanner looked at her in shock, and then couldn't keep from laughing. As he thought about it, he realized Randy's information was limited to what he'd seen, and Tanner's foggy recollections. They needed to make a trip to see Jarred.

"Yes, you're right," said Tanner as the pieces began to fit in place. He wasn't sure how to do it yet, but he needed Jarred and Randy together, and talking. He jumped up and started to race to their apartment, excited for the first time in a week. Suddenly, he realized that Jenny had asked him to help. Tanner spun and ran back to Jenny.

"Sorry, I told you I would help..."

Jenny turned and waved him off with a smile. "Child, go take care of your husband. You got them adult things to deal with right now. There're always more bulbs you can help me with."

Tanner grinned, stooped down and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks Jenny! You're the best!"

Jenny chuckled and waved him off. She turned back to her planting, still laughing as she dug the next hole. "Damn straight I'm the best. Don't you forget it either, young man."



Randy twisted in his seat, disbelief written across his face. His emotions raged as he turned on Tanner.

"You must be fuck'n kidding me! You tricked me into going with you to Jarred's! You son of a bitch!"

"Randy, give me 10 minutes. If you're still pissed, then I'll take you back home."

Randy shot Tanner a look that spoke volumes. "You don't have enough time in the world to make me like this little shit."

"Come on. Do this for me. Please."

Randy turned and almost kicked the door open as he exited the pickup. He stepped onto the sidewalk and followed Tanner to the door. Randy got his first surprise when one of his friends from the lacrosse team answered the door. 

"Mack? What're you doing here?" said Randy with a bite.

Mack nodded, his lips a grim line. "Tanner asked for my help. I've been... waiting with Jarred."

Randy looked over at Tanner and wondered what he had up his sleeve. They followed Mack into the living room. Randy saw Jarred's head spin toward them and he started screaming at them. 

"Undo these fucking cuffs you worthless rednecks! You don't know who you're messing with! The police will be here in minutes when I get to the phone, and all you slack-holed piss ants will be in jail. I'll have your nuts as a trophy to—"

Mack leaned in with an evil look on his face. "And what will the cops think when we all tell 'em you were giving alcohol to minors, and then taking advantage of them when they're wasted?"

Jarred's mouth opened and closed a few times, then slumped against the chair. He tried to cross his arms over his thin chest, but hit the end of the cuffs. He glared at Randy.

Tanner turned to Mack and lifted an eyebrow. "Cuffs? I just asked you to make sure he was here."

Mack shrugged and grinned at Tanner. "They're his. But don't ask why he brought them out. Ok, you forced it out of me, I guess Sir Jarred has a bit of a bondage fetish."

Jarred turned from the trio, and Tanner could have sworn he heard, "Only with certain guys."

Tanner let out a deep breath and motioned for everyone to take a seat. He sat in front of Jarred and stared at him until their eyes met. After a few heartbeats Jarred dropped his gaze, unable to look at Tanner. The silence was beginning to loom when Tanner started.

"I need you to tell Randy what happened at your party."

Jarred's head flipped up, and he glared at Tanner. Jarred turned to Randy with a malicious look and said, "Your boyfriend got slutty drunk and begged for a real piece of ass."

Tanner started to respond, but Mack beat him to it. "That's a fucking lie. You were the one making sure Tanner had a handful of Jello shots the whole fuck'n night."

"Damn goodie two-shoes fairy. Fine. Poor Tanner was abused by me, I carried him to the pool table and begged him to dry fuck me."

Randy's entire body trembled in fury as he walked over to Jarred. He leaned down and grabbed the slight man's chin so they were face to face. "That's strike two. You get one more time, if you screw up again Mack's going to let you go, and you and I are going to corner off. You got it?"

Jarred watched Randy back away, his body shaking. Turning to the others, Jarred pursed his lips. "Fine. Yes, I've been trying to get in cowboy Bob's pants ever since he joined GSA. So yes, I made sure the Jello shots looked like jelly candies, and gave him enough to tranquilize an elephant." He shot Randy a look of pure hatred. "He still wanted you, you dumb fucking jock. But after another handful of Jello shots I told him I was you... and he believed me." He shot Randy another hateful look. "Apparently, you're a fucking hot catcher."

Tanner moved forward, furious at Jarred's dig, but Randy caught his arm. "Not worth it," muttered Randy. He turned toward Jarred. "What else?"

"That's it, big boy. It was about to get interesting when you showed up and screwed up the fun." He turned to Mack. "Happy now?"

Mack looked at Randy and Tanner. Randy nodded. "I think we're done. You can let him go."

He motioned Tanner toward the door. As they were headed out of the room, he heard Mack tell Jarred. "You know, these cuffs might be fun..." and Jarred let out a giggle.

Tanner and Randy climbed into the pickup, and Tanner started toward their apartment. After a few blocks, Randy turned to Tanner. "It was partly your fault."

"Yeah, I know."

"I tried to tell you about him."

"Yes, you did."

"This can never happen again," said Randy.

"No. But there will be other things, and it's not fair to just leave me twisting in the wind either. Jenny helped me this time, but this whole relationship thing is still pretty new to me."

"Yeah, I know. But it just pissed me off so bad," Randy took a deep breath. "No, it scared the shit out of me. You could have your choice of men, and I don't understand why you chose me."

"Because I love you, dumbass," said Tanner with a smile.

Randy smiled for the first time in a long while, and leaned over the console and kissed Tanner on the cheek. He relaxed against the seat while Tanner drove away from Jarred's house. After a few minutes, he turned to Tanner.

"You know, you did promise to take me out for a meal."

Tanner looked at him with a grin. "Oh is that so? And where did I say I was taking you?"

"I believe you said Louie's."

"Hmm, I think that might work," said Tanner with a smile.



Tanner rolled over and whispered in Randy's ear, "Happy birthday, handsome."

Randy opened one eye and stretched. "Morning."

"It's your birthday. You're all legal and everything."

"Ummm, yeah I am." Randy reached out and took Tanner in his arms, pulled him close and nibbled at his neck. 

"I think I have everything I want for my birthday."

Tanner wiggled free, turned to the nightstand, yanked out an envelope and handed it to Randy. 

"I have you some real presents too. But this one you need this morning."

Randy pulled out the card and read it. He looked at Tanner with lifted eyebrows. "Really? You sure?"

Tanner kissed his man hard and then released him. "Yes, I'm sure."

Randy smiled and turned the card so Tanner could see his own writing. "Sex slave? Really?"

Tanner chuckled, a pink glow coming to his face. "Yeah, I wanna be your sex slave today."

"And you want to give me your virginity?"

"Yup!"

"That's great, but..."

Tanner chuckled, "It'll be great, Babe. And we'll always remember it."

"Yeah, people remember the Hindenburg too."

"Well, if you don't want to," said Tanner with a frown.

Randy turned and grabbed Tanner by the crotch. "Say bitch, you're going to remember today forever, and you will be walking funny tomorrow."

Tanner groaned and pressed his crotch against Randy's hand, his eyes fluttering. He almost fell forward when he was released. He watched as Randy hurried to the bathroom and returned with lube and his smallest butt plug. He sat beside Tanner, showed him the plug and smiled. "I want you to wear this all day, slave. It'll keep you nice and hard."

"Put it in, Babe. I want you to put it in me," said Tanner with a slight quiver in his voice.

Randy slapped Tanner's butt cheek, his cock stiffening at the sight of the red hand print, and Tanner's sigh of pleasure. 

"Spread those ass cheeks for me," said Randy. He watched as Tanner obeyed, panting as he pried his cheeks apart to give Randy a good view. His asshole twitched and pulsed with desire as he waited to be used. Randy squirted cool lube over Tanner's pucker and smeared it with his finger. Tanner gasped as Randy's thick finger slid into his gut. Tanner was surprised when he felt nothing but pleasure as the sensations mounted. After a few minutes of slow fingering, Randy added a second finger and opened Tanner further. Once Tanner was thrashing under his careful prodding, Randy let his fingers slip out. Picking up the plug, he coated it with lube and then pressed its tip against Tanner's distended hole.

Tanner groaned as the sensations of carnal need washed over him. Randy watched as his ass stretched, taking the butt plug slowly. He knew the sensations were building; Tanner writhed as the toy slid inside him. As the sensations built, Tanner pressed backward, wanting to be filled. When the plug snapped into place, Tanner let out a muffled gasp.

"Oh fuck! Damn, that feels good," said Tanner through the blissful haze. 

Randy picked up a t-shirt from the floor and used it to clean Tanner. With a final slap on Tanner's ass, he released his sexy lover.

"There you go. That should last you all day. If it gets dry, lube it up again."

Tanner rolled over, the plug moving inside him and causing him to gasp. "Yeah, I have a lab this afternoon too, I'll take it out for that."

Randy grasped Tanner's chin and grinned at him. "Oh no, slave. You wear the plug to class, and I want details of what happens."

"No fucking way!" squealed Tanner.

Randy reached down and pushed in the base of the plug, eliciting a groan from Tanner.

"Way dude, or you don't get dicked tonight."

"Fuck!" said Tanner, as jolts of pleasure coursed through him when the plug moved inside his ass.



Tanner was trying to focus on the meal he was making for the two of them, but most of his attention was on his ass and the plug that had teased him all day. His underwear had been soaked with precum by the time he walked home. He was certain Randy would enjoy the stories he had to share. At this point, he was wearing just a baggy pair of shorts, and his semi-erect cock was tenting it out nicely. As he put the first dishes on the table, he heard a key slide into the lock. Turning, Tanner was ecstatic to see Randy coming through the door. 

He watched over his shoulder as Randy dropped his books by the door. Tanner kept his back to his lover as Randy walked over and wrapped his arms around him.

"How was your day, baby?" asked Randy.

"You mean other than sporting this all day?" said Tanner as he turned, his cock tenting his boxers.

Randy seemed shocked. "You actually wore it all day? Even to class?"

"Yeah, that was the whole idea with being your sex slave, I do exactly what you say," said Tanner in frustration.

"Oh my god! I thought you'd take it out and ignore me."

Tanner started laughing. "Oh no, I was a very good little slave. I wore it through the whole two-hour lab. And the TA asked me if I needed to go to the infirmary. She thought I looked a little flushed. And... one of the Goth boys winked at me. For some reason, I think he knew I had it in and might have had in something similar."

By the time Tanner finished his recount, Randy was collapsed onto the table in laughter. Frustrated and horny, Tanner walked up and started humping against Randy.

"Come on, Giggles. I have dinner ready, and you better like it, or lie really well."

"I'm sure it'll be delicious."

The two sat down and dug into the food. Both of them were hungry and eager to start the after-dinner fun. They chatted all through the meal, the grin never leaving Randy's face. Once they had downed the last morsel of food, Tanner dropped the dishes in the sink for later. Randy sat in his chair, propped back on two legs, and watched as Tanner cleaned up. He smiled at the sight of Tanner's dick that had not softened during the whole meal. Tanner tossed the dishcloth into the sink and walked to Randy.

"Is my master ready to take my cherry?"

"Tanner, I want your first time to be special. Something you'll always remember," said Randy chewing on his lip.

Tanner chuckled and kissed Randy hard. "Like yours was, with rocks digging into your back?"

Randy looked at Tanner with love written across his face. "It was with you, it was wonderful, and I guarantee I'll never forget it."

"Exactly," said Tanner. "And besides, this plug has me so horny that Jarred is starting to look good!"

Randy let out a soft growl. "Best not to mention that little asshole."

Tanner pulled Randy close and kissed him with heat while Randy shoved down his shorts. Tanner stepped out of his clothes and let Randy push him toward the bathroom.

"You go take out your little friend and clean up. I'll get things ready out here."

Tanner grinned and headed for the bathroom while Randy turned and sat on the bed. Moving to the edge, he kicked off his shoes and then threw off the last of his clothes. He heard water running in the bathroom, and hurried to get the room into a more romantic atmosphere. By the time Tanner emerged, Randy was reclining on the bed naked, his semi-hard cock snaking across his thigh, the room lit by a handful of candles.

Randy watched as Tanner walked across the room and crawled onto the bed between his spread legs. Tanner pressed his face under Randy's nuts and inhale deeply. The action alone was enough to cause blood to pour into Randy's cock until it was steel hard and dripping precum. He uttered a low moan of pleasure as Tanner sucked his nuts into his mouth and slathered them with spit until Randy's scrotum dripped saliva. 

He watched Tanner move higher, his hot breath circling Randy's cock just before he plunged his head downward, impaling his mouth on Randy's manhood. With a sigh, Randy relaxed against the bed, his fingers splayed across his own chest, tantalizing his nipples as waves of pleasure surged through his body. Just as the waves began to crest, Tanner released Randy's cock and lay across his bare chest. Tanner kissed down Randy's neck as his hand roamed over the perfectly furred chest.

"So Master, what do you want your slave to do now?"

Randy let out a low growl, surprising even himself that the master/slave game was turning him on more than he would have imagined. Grabbing Tanner's head, Randy's tongue ravaged his mouth, forcing its way over and over into his receptive cavity. He felt Tanner humping against him, seeking release. Randy lifted him away and locked eyes with his lover.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 06



"I want your cherry. I want my hot cock buried in your hot, hairy ass. You're going to fuck yourself on my dick."

Without a word, Tanner slid down, licked Randy's nipples and then trapped Randy's rampant cock between his ass cheeks. The plug had done its job, and Tanner was ready to get fucked. He wanted, and needed, his man to use him like never before. 

Randy handed Tanner a bottle of lube and winked at him. He watched as his lover filled his hand, reached between his legs and smeared the slick gel over his ass. Randy licked his lips as Tanner slid three fingers into his gut and started finger fucking himself. His eyes fluttered shut, and Tanner's jaw dropped as the sensations coming from his ass swam through his body.

"Do you like that, boy? You enjoy showing me what you like?"

"Oh yes, Sir. Watch me finger myself," moaned Tanner. His eye's opened with a twinkle, and he continued. "Does my master want to pleasure himself in me now?"

"Oh fuck yes he does!" said Randy with a grin.

Tanner smiled as he reached back and smeared lube over Randy's dripping cock. He could feel it twitch in his hand, wanting inside his hot ass. He watched Randy move slightly and sucked in air as he felt Randy's cockhead kiss his hole. Feeling a slight pressure, the hard cock slip through his outer sphincter. He felt a warm sensation traverse his body.

"Oh god, Randy. That feels amazing."

Randy stroked his hands over Tanner's chest, caressing his hard nipples. "Don't rush. Breathe. Take it slow and don't hurt yourself. Push out and it'll go easier."

Almost before he finished his encouragement, Randy heard a strangled gasp from Tanner as the cock pressed deeper. Randy let out a sigh of pleasure as his cock slid through the tight ring, and Tanner's body shuddered with ecstasy. Randy was feeling unbelievable waves of passion wash over him as he looked at his smoking-hot boyfriend balanced over his body. Covered in a light sweat, Tanner's breathing was labored, and his face blissful as he eased himself down. Randy felt Tanner's gut constrict around his cock, sending waves of arousal coursing through him.

"Oh damn, Babe. I've never felt anything that good. Your ass is so fucking tight! Relax and give yourself a minute to adjust," said Randy.

Randy watched Tanner, his face frozen in a look of rapture, his eyes closed as delectable waves of passion washed through his body.

"Oh, Randy. This feels amazing. God, why did I wait so long?" said Tanner in a whisper.

Randy chuckled as he began to caress Tanner's body, avoiding his leaking cock, afraid he would trigger an orgasm. He wanted to delay the finale, wanted Tanner to enjoy the rush as long as possible. Randy lay still and watched a performance that would be etched in his memory forever as Tanner's athletic body arched backward. Bracing himself on Randy's knees, Tanner gyrated his ass around Randy's cock. Without warning a squeal erupted from Tanner, his eyes flew open, body tensed, cock jumped and shot out a glob of precum.

"Oh shit! That was amazing!" said Tanner.

Randy chuckled, rubbed over Tanner's legs and enjoyed the feel of coarse hair under his palms. "I think you found your prostate, babe. You hit your little butt nut."

"Do it again. Oh god, do it again."

"You did it. Just find it again," coaxed Randy. 

Tanner ground against Randy, his moans increasing in volume each time his prostate was bumped. Soon Randy's crotch was covered with precum leaked from Tanner.

"Fuck me, Randy. Fuck me hard," whispered Tanner.

"You sure, Baby? You ready?"

Tanner smiled as he rose higher, letting Randy's cock slither from his ass. Crawling on his hands and knees, he grabbed the edge of the bed, braced himself, his back arched and his ass high in the air. Randy moved behind him and squirted a fresh coat of lube over his throbbing cock. Positioning himself, Randy began to push in slowly, not wanting to injure the handsome man in front of him. Without warning, Tanner bucked backward, slamming Randy's cock fully inside him.

"Fuck yes!"

Randy sighed with ecstasy. Taking Tanner at his word, he grabbed his hips, pulled almost out, and then rammed deep into his gut.

"Oh yeah! Like that. Pound it!" moaned Tanner.

Randy grabbed Tanner's hips and started hammering into his lover's ass. His cock collided with Tanner's prostrate again and again as he made love to his man. Tanner's screams of pleasure marched in time to Randy's cock ramming his gut. Both men lost themselves in never before felt pleasures as the pounding continued. 

Randy felt his body convulse, signaling the beginning of his orgasm. Gathering Tanner in his arms, Randy rabbit fucked him as his hands danced over Tanner's body. He buried himself deep, grabbed Tanner's cock and stroked it as he drove his bursting dick into his ass. The first volley of cum rocketed from Randy's cock at the same instant he felt Tanner's shaft jump in his hand and expel a jet of watery cum that hit the wall in front of them. Tanner's second explosion had even greater force, evidenced by the additional stripe high on the wall. The pair's orgasms met and separated as they enjoined, sharing the hedonistic culmination of their night. 

Randy held Tanner in his arms, caressing him as their bodies absorbed the love from each other. Randy felt his cock lose its diamond hardness, but never deflate. He began to move slightly, plowing through Tanner's cum filled ass with wet sounds.

"Oh fuck, that was amazing," said Tanner between gasps.

"You're amazing," said Randy.

Tanner grinned, holding his hands over Randy's. "Happy 21st birthday, Baby. You took my cherry."

"That was only fair, I've never fucked anyone before either."

Tanner twisted and kissed Randy with no small amount of heat. "Then we should do it again to make sure we have it right."

Randy chuckled and ran his thumbs over Tanner's nipples. "That sounds fucking fantastic, let's start round two."

Randy eased Tanner to the bed, eager to spend a night exploring the ways they could make love to each other.



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 07



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. 



Tanner and Randy had gotten to know Tanner's uncle and his husband quite well after they helped Tanner come out to his parents. Not only had that brought the family back together, the reunion had given Randy and Tanner another, more established couple, to talk to when questions arose. It wasn't that the boys were having trouble, or that Rob and Ian were the epitome of normalcy, but it was still good to see another couple who had already been through the same thing. Their new friendship with each other helped a few times when questions had come up. Oddly enough they had bonded with their opposites. Tanner got along great with Ian, and Randy seemed to prefer Rob's company. It wasn't that they didn't all get along -- they did -- but they seemed to split up in those pairs.

The new found closeness also translated from a loose invitation to the older couples' wedding, to a place in the wedding party and plane tickets to get them to Seattle. The rest of Tanner's family had been invited too, but they hadn't been able to get away from the ranch for that many days. Tanner also thought his parent's didn't want their reunion with his uncle to be at the wedding. They probably needed to have a serious talk, and a wedding wasn't the right place. But they had sent gifts with Tanner for the wedding couple. Tanner refocused on the bowtie Randy had helped him tie, as he tried to get it to sit more comfortably on his neck.

Tanner shifted uncomfortably in his tux. The layers of starched clothing wasn't so much the problem as the nervousness at being in his uncle's wedding. Randy had gotten off lucky - he was an usher - but Rob and Ian asked Tanner to be one of Rob's groomsmen. The whole logistics of the thing were humorous: two grooms, each with five groomsmen, who weren't all male. The arrangements were enough to confuse anyone although the other people in the wedding party took the unusual arrangement in stride. 

"They're a bitch, aren't they!"

Tanner turned to see Ian's niece, Rene, who was also dressed in a tuxedo. A tux was fitting, considering she was one of Ian's groomsmen. She was dressed as a counterpoint to Tanner in a white tux with black shirt and cufflinks. At some point during all the planning the couple had decided one groom and all his wedding party would wear white, and the other all black. Tanner agreed the color choices made it easy to tell who went with whom.

"It's not as bad as the cummerbund, though. I don't care what Randy says, they feel like a girdle," said Tanner with a chuckle as he tugged at the uncomfortable piece of clothing.

"Come on you two. It's time for the groomsmen to file in," said Ian.

Tanner and Rene moved, knowing where they should be, since Ian had been drilling everyone all week on the processional, which Tanner had to admit, wasn't the worst idea ever. It wasn't like there was anything like a traditional gay marriage. So a lot of decisions had to be made. But the couple had agreed on the details long before the event and it was just a matter of teaching everyone else what they wanted.

The twin lines of groomsmen walked lock step down the church aisle. The sanctuary of the Episcopal Church was awash in fresh flowers and origami cranes that Ian asked each guest make and add to the decorations. Ian's father was Welsh, but his mother had survived the Japanese internment camps and so they were a tribute to her. As the wedding party made their way down the aisle and split to each side, the piano solo ended and quiet descended on the church. 

The day had dawned into a rare sunny late fall event for the Puget Sound area, and the weak yellow light was piercing the sanctuary with a kaleidoscope of colors from the stained-glass windows. After the setting had reached a respectful silence, the first notes of the bridal chorus began and the couple stepped into place with Ian's diminutive mother standing between them. As they walked slowly down the aisle, Tanner had to admit they made a handsome couple. Rob looked a lot like Tanner, his reddish tinted hair was thick and wavy, his beard carefully shaped and trimmed, looking extremely handsome in his black tux. Ian was equally stunning in a white tux that contrasted artistically with his blue-black hair, his Japanese heritage framing his face in an indefinably exotic feel. 

Between the two beaming men was their escort, Ian's mother. A full head shorter than either of them, she easily was the focal point of the procession. She was wearing what was obviously a custom-made kimono, white with a black-on-black embroidered obi. As the first cords of the bridal chorus drifted from the pipe organ, the three began walking down the aisle, preceded by the flower girl throwing tiny black and white origami cranes, symbols of loyalty, honor and peace, down the aisle. The couple had chosen two ring bearers, twin boys from a couple they were friends with, and the tow-headed twins each held a pillow with a ring securely attached. 

It was immediately evident Ian's mother was guiding both men. The trio beamed and nodded at friends and family as they went down the aisle. The day seemed particularly preordained for perfection. The couple had actually been together for well over a decade, but laws had changed to allow them to marry. The mix of light and pattern seemed to be a celebration from on high for an event that shouldn't have been the struggle it had. By the time they reached the end of the aisle and both leaned down as if synchronized to gently kiss Ian's mother, there were handkerchiefs aplenty out drying eyes. 

Their eyes locked as Ian's mother settled into her seat on the first pew. Rob intertwined his fingers with Ian's, lifted his hand and kissed it with tender love before walking the remaining few feet to stand before the minister, hands still tightly clasped. With a dignified and meaningful cadence, vows were exchanged. The room glowed from within when the ceremony was concluding and the couple leaned in to exchange kisses. As their lips separated and they turned to the crowd, a thunderous cheer met them. The audience stood and continued their cheers, and with the addition of a few wolf whistles the pair retreated down the aisle feeling blessed.



"Good lord! You people do understand we've been living in the same house for years, so we can only use so many gravy boats," said Rob with a laugh as he held up the latest gift he had opened.

He let out a low grunt as an elbow was shoved into his ribs. "What my husband meant was it's a lovely and thoughtful gift," said Ian with a smile. The crowd around them broke into laughter, knowing the multiple gravy boats were a running joke between many couples.

The pair opened the multitude of gifts, including some simple presents from Tanner's parents. But Rob came to a silent stop when a large, plain box was placed on his lap. His eyes locked on the gift tag for several long minutes. 

Ian nudged his arm. "Open it, what's going on?"

Rob looked at Ian with an indecipherable expression on his face. "It's from my mother."

"I thought she died years ago," said Ian.

"She did," said Rob. He looked at Tanner who was sitting to one side with Randy. "You brought this?"

"Yeah, Dad said there is a note inside explaining everything." Tanner shrugged.

Rob tried to open the gift, but his hands shook too badly to accomplish it. After a second failed attempt, Ian reached over, gently took the package from Rob and sat it on his lap. He began to slowly open the package after getting a confirmation nod from Rob. The box opened to reveal its contents. 

The couple's eyes met, and Ian reached in and pulled out the folded letter on top. Ian read through the note and then handed the aged paper to Rob. He read through the note in the growing silence around them, tears rolling down his cheeks. After trying to speak with abortive results, he handed the note back to Ian.

Ian read through the note again and cleared his throat. "The note is from Rob's mother. If it's okay with Rob, I'll read what it says." Ian glanced at Rob, who nodded. Ian cleared his throat and began reading.

"My dear baby boy,

This quilt is for you on the day of your wedding. If you have it in your hands, I didn't live to see the wonderful day of your marriage. I wish you and your husband love and happiness for the rest of your life. The quilt is made from bits of your clothes as you grew up. I hope it brings you good memories of times we spent together.

I hope you can forgive your mother for being too weak to stand up to your father the way you did. You were always strong. But my weakness lost my baby to me and I don't know if you can ever forgive me. I know I've never been able to forgive myself.

Your mother and God are proud of you on your wedding day. Never doubt that.

All my love,

Mom"

Ian carefully folded the letter and handed it back to Rob. Leaning over he kissed his husband tenderly and then wiped away the tears. Rob cleared his throat and gave Ian a weak smile. "Well, that was unexpected. I guess we have a handmade quilt."

The pair pulled the blanket from the box, unfolding the huge piece of art across their laps to reveal the double wedding ring pattern. They fingered the cloth, studying the artistically presented handiwork. A warm, gentle chuckle came from Rob. "It's from shirts I had over the years. These are from years and years of saved material."

The pair touched the individual pieces, each a small reminder of Rob's childhood and adolescence, with fond recollections of time spent with his mother. He glared at Ian when he began to laugh. "What?"

"Deep purple paisley? And they thought you were straight?"

Rob smiled and gently smacked his husband on the shoulder. "Hey! It was very in style in the early 80's. I looked fabulous!"

"Baby, that was never really in style, but I'm sure you looked fabulous."

A gentle laughter spread through the crowd as the wedding party relaxed again. Ian began unwrapping the last of the gifts as Rob folded the quilt, giving the precious gift a loving pat before going back to their day.



A pair of arms wrapped around Tanner's waist, and he twisted to find himself face to face with Randy. He leaned in for a much-needed kiss, then smiled and touched his boyfriend's face.

"It was a great wedding. I think the gift from your grandmother was the best thing," said Randy.

"Yeah, I think they really loved it too. The wedding was great though. Too bad it took fifteen years before they could have it."

"I don't want to wait that long, I want us to get married soon," said Randy.

A slight smile came across Tanner's face. "Are you proposing to me Randall Warfield Preston the fourth?"

Randy smiled and kissed Tanner. "Yes, Tanner William Carson. I want you to marry me."

"Where's the ring? I may be easy but I ain't cheap," said Tanner with a chuckle, his emotions mixed about the intimate moment they had shared.

"I'm on it!" said Randy with a smile. "And when I have the ring, we're setting a date!"



"Hey sexy, wanna get lucky?"

Tanner shivered at the familiar husky voice, the scent of Randy curling through his nostrils. The reception was beginning to wind down and as the party continued, Tanner escaped to a quiet corner and had been watching. He turned and ran his hands over Randy's chest. Pulling Randy against him, he started nibbling on his ear. When he got a low groan, he released his ear and whispered. "You're fucking hot in a tux."

Randy groaned as Tanner's hand grabbed his crotch and squeezed. His tongue traced along the edge of Randy's jaw, pressing hard against his lips. As they continued to make out, their youthful bodies responded and began grinding against each other. Randy broke the kiss, and scanned the area to see who might be watching them. Relieved no one caught them, he pulled on Tanner, directing him to a coatroom he noticed earlier. Randy scanned the room again, and then opened the door and yanked Tanner inside.

In the dimly lit room, Randy turned to Tanner, taking him in his arms. "Hello, sexy. What did you want now?"

Tanner smiled and kissed Randy hard, Tanner's tongue battering against his teeth for entrance. He gladly parted his lips, and Tanner immediately rammed his tongue inside. No less aggressive in his assault he grabbed Tanner's ass and squeezed hard. After several minutes of frantic kisses, Tanner broke their embrace and moved backward.

"I want your cock. You're so fuck'n hot in your tux and I'm going to suck you dry!" Tanner slowly kneeled in front of his man.

Tanner's hands gripped his package, Randy's cock quickly filling and stretching down his leg. Tanner's mouth descended on his hard cock and sighed. But a second later Randy's eyes flew open; he grabbed Tanner's head and pulled him off his crotch. Looking down into his questioning face with a grin Randy whispered, "Oh no. I don't want it to look like I pissed my pants."

Without a word Tanner pulled down the zipper and opened Randy's pants. Tanner's fingers probed the opening, finding the fly in his underwear and fishing out his hard cock. His dick popped loose and Randy sighed when Tanner's tongue travel along its length. He let out a low moan as the jolts of pleasure shot through his body until Tanner let the cock pop from his mouth and reached up and smacked Randy's ass.

"Quiet. There are people in the ballroom, you know!" said Tanner.

Randy nodded, trying to be quiet. "Okay, yeah. Just hurry up, before someone needs a coat from in here."

Randy watched Tanner run the sleeve of his tux over his wet mouth, Randy's hard cock waved between them protruding virulently from the fly of Randy's black pants. For once Randy felt good looking, he thought the tux was a perfect fit and showed his body off to its maximum. The glistening hard column of flesh protruding from his zipper made the entire scene just nasty enough to make Randy's body begin to throb. 

He watched as Tanner wrapped his fist around his cock, sliding the head of his cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue around its rim. Randy almost let out another loud moan, but strangled it back. Without conscious thought he took Tanner's head in his hands and started pumping into his hot mouth. It didn't take many thrusts until the tingle in the root of his cock signaled the eminence of his orgasm. 

His fingers dug into Tanner's scalp as the first surge of semen flood out. Randy pinned Tanner's head against his pelvis as he exploded with days of built up cum. Randy watched and was turned on by the struggle Tanner had swallowing the entire load. After a few delicious moments of climax, Randy dropped back to the present and remembered they were in a coat closet at Tanner's uncle's wedding, and really didn't want to become part of another infamous wedding story. 

A tremor raced through Randy's body as Tanner released his cock and began licking the last traces of cum. He tilted Tanner's face toward him and wiped the dribble of semen from the corner of his mouth, sucking the cream from his finger. He watched with rapt attention as Tanner dug his cock out and pounded hard and fast. He continued to touch Tanner with careful tenderness as his partner raced toward climax. The handsome man under his fingertips shuddered as his orgasm began.

Randy dropped and plunged his face between Tanner's spread legs and wrapped his lips around Tanner's cock just as he fired his first volley. Randy's hands gripped Tanner's hips tightly as volley after volley filled his mouth. Randy swallowed quickly, relishing the hot bittersweet load. After a handful of convulsive jets, Randy nursed the rest of Tanner's erotic release from him. Randy pulled Tanner to him and gave him a kiss.

"When you two are done let us know, some people need their coats."

Randy and Tanner looked at each other in a panic at the sound of Ian's voice, horrified they'd been busted.



Even weeks later, Tanner still turned red each time he thought about them getting caught at Ron and Ian's wedding. Fortunately, the older couple had found their horny closet escapades more humorous than offensive, and said the whole thing sounded like something they might have done when they were younger. Adding to Tanner's discomfort, Randy had started thinking them being caught was funny too. Fortunately, he didn't think it was humorous enough to share the story with everyone. 

As the end of the semester crept closer, and the winter holidays approached, Tanner had been struggling about what to get Randy for Christmas. He wanted something personal, but he didn't have much cash. As they became more comfortable with each other, they had started adding a little variety to their sex life, but Tanner didn't think he was comfortable yet with anything too far out there. The sex slave gift he'd given Randy for his 21st birthday was as far as he could go. Besides, sex toys weren't cheap either.

As Tanner thought about gift options, he drifted into contemplation of how different their holiday was going to be this season. First, they were spending the entire time together. That alone was going to be wonderful, but adding the fact Tanner's uncle and his husband were coming to visit Tanner's parents for the first time in 20 years, the season was going to be special. Tanner had kept in touch with his uncle since their first phone conversation last summer and he knew Rob eagerly anticipated the visit. And Tanner was flying back to Maryland with Randy to meet his dad. All in all, the holiday was going to be packed with festivities and reunions. Realizing none of this wool gathering was helping him come up with ideas, he started searching for suggestions on the Internet. Following a random set of links, Tanner stumbled upon an idea that met all his criteria, and more. A broad smile blossomed across his face as he started to make of list of the things he would need.



Randy and Tanner were wedged tight in their make-out chair, both of them enjoying their time together. The pair relaxed for their last night in the apartment before they began their epic trip for the winter holiday. Tanner had finished his finals a few days earlier, and had been putting together a great last dinner for the two of them. Randy had come home early, happy with how his tests went and began helping with the meal too. They'd soon sat down to a great dinner Tanner had obviously splurged to buy, although Randy suspected the steaks were pilfered from the family freezer at the ranch. Everything was delicious, and they had a great time talking while they cleaned up afterwards. 

Before long they settled into the chair together, but Tanner knew Randy was barely keeping his urge to open their gifts under control. He'd been on the same page in the book he was reading since they'd wedged themselves into the chair. Tanner was delighting in his eagerness, knowing he would break sometime soon.

"Ahh, you know it's the last night for us in the apartment," said Randy without meeting Tanner's eyes.

Tanner hid his smile, slowly closing the magazine in his hand and let it drop to the floor. "Oh, I guess it is."

"So, I guess tonight we open our gifts to each other."

"Yeah. Yeah I guess we should," said Tanner as a smile covered his face.

"Well, Damn. Let's open them!" said Randy, losing any semblance of patience.

Tanner rolled out of the chair with enthusiasm. Grabbing the two presents from under their tiny tree. he handed Randy his gift, and then jiggled his own present. The weight and noise made by the box suddenly had Tanner questioning his homemade gift. But it was too late now for him to make any changes. He hoped Randy would know the present was from the heart.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 07



"You go first!" said Randy enthusiastically.

Tanner dug in his jeans for his omnipresent pocketknife, found it lurking at the bottom and fished it out. He grinned when Randy let out the expected sigh, and began working on the package. In a few moments he had a plain brown box lying in the midst of the wrapping paper.

"What did you do? I thought we agreed to not spend much."

"Oh, open it. I couldn't resist," said Randy as he practically twisted in his seat.

Tanner shook his head as he carefully cut through the packing tape. Opening the flaps, he was staring at a small piece of black leather in the box. Lifting it in his hands, Tanner let it unfold, and realized he was holding a black leather jockstrap. He gave Randy an ornery look and held it against his waist.

"What do you think, you big perv?" asked Tanner with a grin.

"I think it looks fuck'n hot!" said Randy, punctuating his compliment with a wolf whistle.

Tanner smiled, his hands shook slightly as he draped the gift over one thigh. He motioned to Randy to open his present, unable to speak.

Randy ripped into the package without hesitation, paper flying around the chair. In mere seconds, Randy held a small cardboard box in his hand. The container was inexpertly decorated, and he knew the artist was Tanner. Not certain what he had, he gave Tanner a questioning look.

"Open the box, it's really what's inside."

Randy flipped open the box and found it filled with rectangular pieces of cardstock. After studying the content for several moments, he gave Tanner a questioning look.

"Read them," said Tanner with a chuckle.

Randy grabbed a handful of cards and flipped through them, as he did a smile dawned across his face and he slowed to a crawl. After several seconds of silence, an expression of happiness settled on his face and Randy looked up at Tanner.

"Reverse cowboy?" said Randy with a snicker.

"Yeah, you know. With the catcher on top and backwards," said Tanner, his face turning deep red as he questioned the sanity of his gift.

"So these are?"

"Coupons..."

Randy started chuckling as he flipped the edge of the card he was holding. "So I can cash these in anytime?"

Tanner grinned. "Yup, anytime."

"Where is the one where you wear your new jockstrap and ride me...what was it? Reverse cowboy?"

Tanner snickered and grabbed the card from Randy. With a pen he quickly scrawled across the card and handed the modified coupon back.

Randy chuckled at the 'with leather jock' added to the card. With a lecherous grin, he handed it back to Tanner. "I would like to cash in this coupon, please."

"Well certainly, sir. We can take care of that right now," said Tanner as he tossed the card over his shoulder. Tanner leaned in, running his hands over Randy's stubbly face as he pressed their lips together. Randy's hands began to caress his back, sliding under his shirt. Their touches became more demanding as their tongues fought for dominance. Tanner slid into Randy's lap and enjoyed the heat of their bodies as they pressed against each other.

The foreplay consumed them as they explored each other. As the time slipped past, their clothes were lost in piles around them. Their cocks were swollen and stiff as they slid over each other. The clear juice flowing from them smeared, creating erotic webbings in their pubic hair. As their passion reached a plateau, Randy pulled back, separating the two. Tanner could see the twinkle in his eyes as his tongue traced over his deep red lips.

"I believe we need your sweet ass in the chair and me on top to get this right," said Randy with a chuckle. Tanner ran his hands down Randy's chest, tweaking his nipples. As his fingers traced gentle circles across his lover, Tanner leaned down and kissed his neck. Pulling back, he lifted himself off Randy's lap and swatted his leg with a chuckle.

"Well, move your ass! 'Cause I'm ready for a piece of Randy."

Randy chuckled and lifted himself out of the chair. "Yeah, yeah, how romantic! I'm just a piece of meat for you."

As Randy moved to give Tanner the chair, he pulled them together and gave him another kiss. "Just remember you're my piece of meat."

With a chuckle, Randy pushed Tanner into the chair and he watched with eager anticipation as Randy straddled his body and started dry humping against his crotch. Their tender lovemaking continued to build, until Tanner was more than ready. Almost simultaneously Randy lurched from the chair and trotted to the bathroom. He reappeared with a bottle of lube and was quickly standing over Tanner coating his cock with the slick gel. He watched as Randy filled his hand with lube and coated his crack. He watched, not daring to touch himself or he would explode, as Randy slid multiple fingers into his hole, getting ready for the invasion. Tanner loved to watch as the fingers slid in deep and stretched his ass. But he was ready, and he moved until their knees were touching.

"So, how do we do this?" said Randy.

Tanner chuckled and waved his stiff rod. "Well I'd say first, you need to turn around, that would be the 'reverse' part of the 'reverse cowboy'. Then you sit on your boyfriends dick and ride like a cowboy."

Randy grinned and spun his ass toward Tanner. Reaching between his legs, he grabbed Tanner's cock and slid it against his hole. Randy's ass kissed Tanner's cock and then the heat of his gut encased him. Randy gasped as he took the last inches, lay back against Tanner and shuddered.

"Damn, that hits all the good spots," whispered Randy.

Tanner ran his hands over Randy's chest, letting his boyfriend enjoy the sensations. He loved the heat sprawled against his body, and his fingers gliding over the textures on his chest. Tanner sighed with pleasure as Randy started to gyrate his hips. Randy lifted himself and eased Tanner's cock back inside his depths. Waves of hedonistic pleasure washed over Tanner as they hit a wonderful rhythm. He absorbed the moans of pleasure coming from both of them as the lovemaking moved forward. 

Tanner slouched against the chair, working his own nipples as Randy began increasing his speed. He was thrilled at the sight of Randy's cock flopping in time to his thrusts. Leaning forward, he ran his hands over Randy's chest, pinched his nipples and gave them a twist.

"Shit! Do that, harder," said Randy between gasps.

Tanner began working over Randy's nipples, twisting and tugging on them as Randy's body responded. Desperate gasps came from Randy's core as the overwhelming waves of ecstasy swept over him. Tanner recognized the impending climax and plunged his hands into Randy's crotch, clamping his fist around Randy's steel-hard dick and started pounding his cock.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck!" screamed Randy.

His body began violent tremors, his system overwhelmed by the combination of Tanner's cock buried in his ass, and the death grip on his cock. A strong wave of pleasure washed over him, and then his cock was locked in Randy's ass, unable to move as Randy's orgasm began. The spray hit Tanner's legs as Randy flailed against him, expelling round after round of cum across both of them. The new position worked on Randy, because Tanner had never seen this much cum.

Tanner let his hands travel over Randy, smearing the runlets of cum through the hair on his chest. He could feel the convulsions still traveling through his system. Tanner's cock pulsed in time with Randy's sensations, his balls tight against him as he panted, trying to bring himself down from the edge. 

"Shit, that curled my toes," said Randy with a chuckle.

"Yeah, whatever," said Tanner with a growl. "My turn now."

Tanner moved as if the two men were joined at the groin, pushing him forward until Randy's hands were on the floor with Tanner gripping his ass like a vice. 

Tanner's lust was a seething mass overwhelming him and he was ready to breed his man. Plunging himself deep inside Randy, his pace only accelerated as he rammed himself in hard and deep. He knew he wouldn't last long and Randy's still rippling gut was milking him even as he plunged in over and over again. Tanner's breath was coming in gasps when his system convulsed and the first round of semen shot from his cock. The low guttural moan emerged signaling the first of an overlapping sequence of pleasure jolts that marked their joining. The bliss enfolded him as he surrendered to the orgasm and let the ecstasy sweep through him. 

His body began to relax, his grip on Randy's hips loosening as he let them run over Randy's exposed butt and torso. With his cock still buried deep inside, he pulled his limp lover from the floor and into his arms. Randy lazily turned his head and Tanner curled against him until their lips met. Tanner was somewhat surprised when Randy started chuckling in his arms.

"What's so funny, sport?" asked Tanner.

"I want you to know I didn't use up the coupon."

"How do you figure?" 

Randy pointed to the pristine leather jock strap, still nestled in the wrappings. "We sorta forgot the jock."

Tanner had a blank expression for a minute, and then joined Randy in his laughter.



"Hey, Slurpee. Good to see you again!"

"Uncle Ian! Stop calling me that! Dad will hear and I don't want to explain?" said Tanner.

Ian grabbed Tanner around the neck and fondly ruffled his hair. While the first few days back in Oklahoma had been awkward for everyone, with time the tension lessened until the relationships were beginning to develop. Ian had developed a special fondness for Tanner and his boyfriend. He seemed very comfortable with himself, something Ian certainly hadn't felt at the same age. He'd found the couple easy to be with too. They were who they were, no hidden agenda or battle to forward a cause. They were living their lives, and while they were certainly fighting the battles that came their way, they weren't going out of their way to seek them. Ian recognized the necessity of people battling the front lines against discrimination, but he also felt same-sex couples who lead average lives were equally important. He wasn't going to tell anyone how they should live their lives. He hoped people found whatever mix made them happy. 

Ian was drawn back when Tanner grabbed him around the waist and tried to lift him. He smiled and then let his center drop, throwing Tanner completely off his grappling.

"Ah, young one. Do not grapple with someone who is a master of the ancient art of jujitsu," said Ian with a grin.

"Jujitsu? Really? That's cool!" said Tanner as he stepped back and ran his fingers through his hair. 

Ian chuckled and wrapped his arm around Tanner and gave him a side hug. "Actually I did judo, not jujitsu. And I barely reached green belt. My dad thought the class would be good to help me embrace my Japanese heritage."

"Well still, it's cool," said Tanner with a grin.

"It has come in handy a few times. There are a few bigoted straight men walking around Washington who know that someone who's gay can still beat on their ass."

Tanner cringed a little, wondering how he would react in the same situation. With a crooked smile he grabbed Ian in a genuine hug, sharing the affection. "I'd be happy to have you in my corner any time, Ian."

Ian patted Tanner on the back as they separated. "I'm glad you would. But how about you show me how to saddle that damn black monster so I don't slide sideways after about 20 feet."

"He's holding his breath when you put on the cinch. I'll show you what to do. Come on," said Tanner with a shake of his head.



Rob watched out the window as his nephew and husband walked to the barn. He was sure Ian had talked Tanner into another lesson in horsemanship, not that Ian took much convincing in that area. He was glad his husband had so easily worked his way into the lives of Mark's family. He and his brother had done as much patching in their relationship as was possible for now. Decades of hurt were not going to be cured with one Christmas trip to a rocky hillside in Oklahoma. 

This was no surprise to anyone though. He and Mark had talked before they had ever bought their tickets, and both sides had made apologies for problems they had created.

"Tanner really likes Ian, you know."

Rob replied without turning. "Ian thinks the world of Tanner too, and Randy. Although, I think he has something on them."

A soft chuckle came from Mark. "I wouldn't be surprised. My nice calm son lost his mind when he fell in love."

"Wow, those are words I never expected to hear coming so calmly from my brother's mouth."

A gravely sound Rob identified as laughter after a few moments, filled the room. This time he did turn back to see his brother's eyes dancing above the coffee cup covering the lower part of his face. "You seem okay with it. What happened?"

The question brought even more ripples of laughter from his brother. "You mean besides Mary warning me what would happen to me if I were to run off our only son?"

Rob's face broke into a smile. He'd always known Mary was a good counterpoint for his hardheaded brother. "Well yeah, besides that. I have a good idea of how it is to have a strong willed partner. Ian doesn't let me get away with much of anything."

Mark's smile slowly disappeared as he stared out the window. When the quiet stretched out for several minutes, Rob started to say something to break the silence.

"You never did like quiet."

The statement startled him, and seemed completely off topic. "What?"

"You never liked the ranch. It was too quiet for you. I always thought that was part of the reason you left. You need the noise and people of Seattle."

Rob took a sip of his coffee, unsure where this was going. "I never fit in here the way you did. But Dad tossing me out on my ear had a lot to do with my leaving too."

Mark's normal bravado collapsed. "That's really what it comes down to, doesn't it? How important is it to be right. Dad always thought he was right."

"Dad thought I was making a choice. Do you have any idea how many times I prayed and ask God to make me 'normal' so I could fit in you and Dad's world?"

"You know, I never really thought you had decided to like guys."

Rob slowly sat the cup down and stared at his brother. "Then why? Why did you not talk to me for almost 20 years?"

Mark let out a long sigh. "Because it was easier I think. I didn't want to have the constant battle with Dad, and you were gone. I'm ashamed of what I did, but really I was trying to make it easier for me instead of doing the right thing."

Rob looked out over the rolling hills, the outcroppings of rock, and sea of grass sweeping in front of him. Finally he started to talk again. "You know, I hated you for years. I thought my big brother should have defended me."

"I should have. I don't know--"

"Yeah, you should have. But let me finish. Twenty years ago things were very different. They've changed a lot even in the last few years." Rob smiled. "I can marry the man I love now, and my nephew and his boyfriend can come to the wedding."

"Not here. Not Oklahoma. Some of them are fighting hard against any kind of equity."

"Well there you go."

Mark's face twisted in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"There's how you make up for being silent with me. When the fight starts, this time you better speak up. Because this time it's not your brother at stake, it's your son."

Mark's face twisted, then he grabbed Rob in a tight hug. "Welcome home, little brother."





Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 08



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.



Tanner was fascinated as his eyes are locked to the scene unfolding below him. He was amazed at how green everything was, even in late December. The blue water and the green landscape is something new for Tanner. At this point back home, it's brown. Every shade of brown, but still brown. Even when it is green, it's never this emerald green. It's a more subdued, reserved green of plants that have developed over the millennium to tolerate the scalding sun and the drying winds.

"Hey, you awake?"

Tanner smiled at Randy. "Yeah, I'm good. Just amazed at how green it is. This is nothing like home."

Randy leaned up to look out the window. "It is a great sight. Driving in isn't a much of a shock, you've got a thousand miles to get use to it. But dropping in through the clouds, I can see how it would be more of a surprise."

"What's that?"

Randy leaned over to look again, but he was pretty sure he knew what had caught Tanner's attention. "Sailboats. Chesapeake Bay is one of the best places to sail in the world."

"Isn't it cold on the water in winter?" asked Tanner. 

"Nah," Randy laughed, "They're nuts. They call it 'Frostbite Racing'."

"That's so cool."

"Annapolis is only about an hour's drive from home. We could go sightseeing if you'd like. Catch the Naval Academy and see the harbor."

"Yeah, I'd like that! I don't see a lot of seaports in Oklahoma." Tanner turned and winked at Randy. "We do have the Port of Catoosa. Don't forget."

"Yeah, yeah. You keep telling me about the seaport in Oklahoma. Someday we're going to Tulsa so you can show me this thing."

Tanner started laughing. "I've never seen it either. We'll have to go sometime."

Tanner settled in, trying not to worry about meeting Randy's dad for the first time.



Randy was right on Tanner's heels as they walked through the airport. As soon as they cleared the security checkpoint he was scanning the crowd for a familiar faces. It hadn't taken very long before he spotted them. He grabbed Tanner's arm and pulled him through the crowd. 

Releasing Tanner on the edge, Randy grabbed his dad and pulled him into a tight hug. The embrace lasted for several minutes while Tanner and Lesa looked at each other awkwardly. When the two finally separated, Randy's dad was pounding on his back. With a hand on his shoulder, Randy turned to Tanner.

"This is my Dad, Trey, and his girlfriend, Lesa."

Tanner shook hands with everyone. Randy smiled as his dad pulled Tanner into an equally enthusiastic embrace. He released Tanner and beamed at him. "It's great to finally get to meet the famous Tanner that Randy talks about all the time."

Tanner's face flushed red and he dipped his head. "It's nice to meet you too, sir."

"Oh, none of this 'sir' crap. Just call me Trey."

Tanner's face had returned to normal when he looked up with a shy grin. "Okay. Trey. It's good to meet you too. Randy talks about you all the time." Tanner turned to the woman standing to one side with an amused expression. "It's nice to meet you too, ma'am."

Her face came alive when she smiled. "Please, just Lesa."

Trey moved between Randy and Tanner and put an arm around each of their shoulders. "Let's go. We've got Randy's favorite shrimp dish ready to make for tonight and I'm sure you're exhausted after a day of airports and flying."

"Sounds good!" said Randy. The boys grabbed their bags and were soon making their way through the Baltimore airport.



Tanner had enjoyed meeting Randy's dad when they'd landed. After all the stress of coming out to his parents, the meeting with Trey and Lesa was pretty anticlimactic. They've spent the first day just catching up with everything. Since they were only going to be there a few days, Randy had some things he wanted Tanner to experience, one of them being riding dressage. Tanner wasn't too sure about this. Tanner watched carefully as Randy's friend, Kenny, put on the saddle and adjusted the stirrups. The horse was built considerably different than the Quarter Horses he'd grown up with, much longer and taller, lacking the muscle of a Quarter Horse. He turned to Randy with a smirk. "You know they call those postage stamps, right?"

Randy laid his hand on Tanner's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. "There's nothing wrong with an English saddle. Just try it."

"Nothing wrong with 'em until you try to dally a rope on it."

Randy chuckled and motioned Tanner forward. "Good point. Give it a try though."

Tanner twisted his lips as he studied the tiny English saddle. After a few minutes he shoved his foot into the stirrup, grabbed the edge of the saddle and awkwardly swung into the seat. He landed harder than normal, having misjudged its thickness. After a second he looked down to see Randy grinning up at him with a slight smirk. 

"Here's your helmet."

"Helmet? I've never worn a helmet."

Randy and Kenny looked at each other and then Randy looked back at Tanner. "It's a rule of the stable. You have to wear one."

"Stupid yankee rule," muttered Tanner. He took the gear from Randy and crammed it on his head, snapping the buckle in place as the other two mounted their horses with much more practiced grace. Tanner waited until the others had started around the arena before easing his horse into a walk. 

After a few minutes the horse's gait was an obvious change from his beloved Quarter Horses. It wasn't that he's could see this delicate animal working their herds, but the flow and ease of movement was something Tanner had never experienced before. As he relaxed he began to enjoy the time he'd first dreaded. 

After most of an hour had slipped past. He eased to the side to watch the other two. He had to admit, they were certainly grace and poise on horseback. Their upright carriage and lines of the horses, it really was quite beautiful. 

The exercise round for the others ended too and Tanner joined them to walk the animals around the area to let them cool down. They dismounted and walked the animals to their stalls where they stripped them of their tack and started brushing them down. Kenny carefully closed the gate on his mount and waved at the other two.

"You guys are welcome to help me work out the horses any time. It was great to meet you, Tanner."

"Same here. Thanks for letting me ride."

"No problem. None at all."

Randy turned back to Tanner as he brushed out the final spots. "So, what did you think?"

"It was cool. They sure have a different gait from the horses back home. But I could see how they're a different ride."

"And the saddle?" asked Randy with a snicker.

"It's still a stupid postage stamp."

Randy laughed and led his horse inside. "Yeah, whatever. Hurry up, I thought we'd get some crabs at Dockside for dinner."

"You're trying to convert me to seafood aren't you."

Randy just smiled and filled his horse's hay net.



Tanner's boots clicked against the sidewalk as he worked to keep up with Randy. "Where are we going? And why are you in such a hurry?"

"I told you already. We're going to see the Navel Academy. You have to see it while you're here."

"Hasn't it been there for a couple hundred years? Why the big hurry?"

Randy looked back at Tanner and chuckled. "I guess I was about to sprint. And you're right. It's not going anywhere."

Tanner caught up and popped his fingers against the back of Randy's head. "Damn lacrosse players. You always gotta run to get anywhere. You'd think you were Forrest Gump or something." 

Randy grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Come on, I want you to see the chapel. It's really cool."

"That's fine. Just slow it down a little. I'm not in that big of a hurry."

"I'll slow down for you poor cowboy so you can keep up. We're almost there." Randy motioned to a green dome Tanner could see through the trees. A short walk later and Tanner found himself inside the chapel.

"Holy crap. This wasn't what I was expecting. You said chapel and I was expecting..." Tanner made a little box with his hands. "But this is." He threw his arms open wide."

Randy chuckled at Tanner's reaction as they walked through the chapel. The winter sunlight shone weakly through the stained glass windows sending bits of color to pave their way as they walked through. Their progress slowed to a crawl as Tanner studied the details of the architecture. As he looked upward, his breath caught at the magnificent colors coming from the dome.

"Wow, this place is amazing."

"Yeah, it is," Randy agreed.

As they moved through, Randy leaned close and gave Tanner a quick kiss on the cheek. "So what do you think?"

Tanner glanced around and then returned Randy's kiss. "It was worth the trip. You were right about having to see it to believe it."

They wandered through the building enjoying the history the location was seeped in. Suddenly Tanner froze in place. "What the heck is that?"

Randy looked over at what had drawn Tanner's eye. "Oh, that's the tomb of John Paul Jones."

"Who?"

"John Paul Jones. Revolutionary war guy? Said 'I haven't started to fight' or something like that."

"Oh, okay. Well that's a pretty fancy tomb."

Randy studied it again, having seen it many times, but now trying to see it through fresh eyes. He began to chuckle softly. "Yeah, it is different. Come on, let's walk around the grounds for awhile." Tanner paused before another of the elaborate stained-glass windows. Randy grinned at his man, leaned over and gave him a kiss.

"Disgusting. Those people shouldn't be allowed in public." A high female voice chattered across the space.

Randy spun to see who had said that, but all he caught was the swirl of coats disappearing around a column. He looked at Tanner to see his jaw set. "Come on. Let's go."

They left the building and had stopped to talk about what had just happened when they heard. "Tanner?"

They turned and Tanner smiled. "Jorge! Hey what're you doing here?"

"Going to school, you dumbass. I'm at the Naval Academy."

"Really? That's cool. I had no idea."

"Yup. Oh, hey, this is my boyfriend Chad. Chad this is Tanner Carson from home and..." He stopped to look at Randy.

"Randy Preston, Tanner's fiancée."

Jorge's face broke into a smile. "I wondered in high school if you weren't on our team." He nudged Tanner and his smile grew in size.

"Well I'm glad you knew, because I had no clue."

Jorge laughed and grabbed Tanner by the shoulder. "We were about to grab some lunch. There's a decent seafood place just around the corner."

"And just what would someone from Oklahoma know about seafood?" Tanner chuckled.

"Hey, I've eaten my way through most of the seafood places around here, and there are a lot."

"Okay, sounds more qualified than me." Tanner turned to Randy. "Wanna get something to eat?"

"Sure, you know I can always eat."

They followed Jorge, catching up on what had happened after high school and eventually making it to the bar. The dark interior took a few minutes to adjust to, once the waiter had taken their orders, they relaxed in the noisy restaurant and Tanner took a drink of his beer and then looked at Jorge and Chad. 

"So how long have you been dating?"

Jorge chuckled and smiled at his partner. "Officially, or actually?"

Tanner gave them a confused look. "I don't get it."

"Don't Ask, Don't Tell was in effect when we started. We couldn't be open about dating until it was repealed. So we snuck around and hoped we didn't get caught before then."

"Well, at least that's gone, and you can get married in Maryland now."

"Yeah, you still have to be careful. You don't want to rub people's faces in it. You know, be safe about it."

The waiter appeared and began placing baskets of food around the table. Tanner started in on his crab cake and soon they were all enjoying the conversation, beer and food. Suddenly, Jorge looked at his watch. "Shit! I gotta go. I have an appointment in fifteen minutes." He quickly shook hands with Tanner and Randy, tossed a few bills on the table, and they left. Tanner smiled at Randy and stole one of his buffalo wings. In seconds he had it sucked to the bone and leaned over and kissed him. "I'm full. You about ready to go?"



Tanner bumped into Randy, enjoying their time together. He was relaxing as they spend more and more time wondering around the city. Tanner reached down and intertwined their fingers as they walked along. 

"Come on. You want to see the sailboats?"

"Hell yeah! That'd be so cool."

They changed direction slightly and were soon walking down the piers with Tanner's jaw dropping open. The crowd of masts looked like a denuded forest to Tanner as row after row of boats were docked. Tanner marveled at the collection of boats of all sizes and description, but all with sails.

"Why all sailboats."

"Chesapeake Bay has some of the best sailing water in the world. They don't even like for motorized boats to come into the harbor." Randy grinned. "Well, some of them don't. Come on, there's a huge boat down here."

The day slipped along as they explored along the waterfront. The light had begun to fade and they were headed back when Tanner noticed a loud group of guys coming toward them. He glanced over at Randy, feeling his heart begin to speed up. "Should I be worried?"

Randy looked ahead and studied the group for a minute. "Nah, I think it's just a bunch of drunk college kids. We'll be fine."

Tanner couldn't help but feel the tension building in them as a few of the group kept watching. They were spreading across the walkway too, making it difficult to bypass them.

One of them leered at the pair. "In a hurry, boys."

"Just headed home," said Randy, trying to tuck Tanner in behind him.

Another slurred the words. "Faggots"

Tanner's body instantly filled with adrenaline and his fists clenched. He turned and cocked an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

The guy flipped his long dark hair out of his eyes and sneered at Tanner. "Queer, we don't want your kind around here. I don't care if the pussys at the State House said you were okay or not. Guys who suck dick are just sick bastards."

Tanner could feel Randy tense, both of them preparing for what was coming. They instinctively put their backs toward each other and stood waiting. The grim smiles of enjoyment moved inward, and Tanner and Randy pushed their backs toward each other. Suddenly the guys were overwhelmed by the group. 

Tanner punched the closest attacker in the mouth, feeling the sharp pain of satisfaction when his fist connected with jaw and he felt the growl of pain as one of the fists connected with Randy. Tanner saw two of them running at him, and Ian's training snapped into place. He grabbed the closer of the two and dropped, using his momentum to throw him into the other attacker. 

The two held their ground for several long minutes while the attack continued. Tanner felt a particular satisfaction when his fist landed in one of their eye sockets. He also managed another throw that would make his uncle proud. But a fist the size of a small ham crashed into Tanner's jaw, stunning him for the moment it took for three of them to jump him. 

He sensed Randy trying to move to help him, which spelled his downfall. When Randy was taken down, still fighting ferociously, it flashed through Tanner that he might become another statistic. The thought sent gallons of adrenaline flooding Tanner's system and he fought like a trapped black bear. He managed to get a boot between one of the attackers legs, and landed a blow that left him curled on the ground holding his nuts and moaning. The distraction gave him a moment to twist and a second one got within range of his elbow. 

Tanner was raining down blows and the pressure was beginning to lessen. From the sounds of things, Randy was far from down too. The fighting intensified for a few more heartbeats when suddenly bodies began being yanked off him. Thinking at first it was Randy, he immediately saw two huge guys, one grabbed two of the attackers and bounced their heads against each other.

With the turn in numbers, the attackers began to scurry away. Within a few seconds, they were disappearing into the dim light, several of them limping or holding injuries. Tanner looked up again to find a hand held out to him attached to a smiling face.

"Need some help?"

Tanner took the offered hand and pulled himself up. As he did, he saw that Randy had made it to his feet, even if he was staggering slightly. Tanner turned back to the two guys. "Thanks. We really appreciate it."

"No problem, sir. But I've called 911 and an ambulance will be here in a few. You two look pretty beat up."

Tanner felt his legs start to give out and folded onto himself and sat where he had been standing. His tongue flicked out to catch the taste of blood and when he looked over at Randy he saw he had several stripes of red flowing down his face too. He looked back and nodded. "Probably a good idea..." Tanner gave him a blank look. 

"Brett, sir. My buddy and I are Marines stationed at the Naval Academy."

"We've been saved by the Marines?"

Brett smiled wider. "I guess you could say that, sir."

"Ooorah!" Randy let out.

Tanner grinned and nodded in agreement. "I agree. Ooorah!"



Tanner walked slowly through the ER. The cut above his eye had taken a few stitches, but his lip and black eye hadn't been more than a clean up and bandage job. Now he was looking for Randy, and not finding him. After the third walk past the rooms, each at a faster speed, a nurse who didn't look much older than he and Randy stopped him.

"Do you need some help?"

"Yes, I'm looking for my fiancée, Randy Preston." He looked at Tanner for a moment before he turned, pushed his glasses up his nose, and his fingers flew over the keyboard. A few seconds later he looked at Tanner. "And you are?"

Tanner swallowed, feeling a knot of apprehension grow in his stomach. "I'm his boyfriend." Tanner thought for a second. "Like I said, he's my fiancée."

There was a pause that felt like it stretched for hours. The knot in his stomach had grown to the size of a yearling heifer and Tanner was beginning to feel like he would puke.

"I'm really very sorry, sir, but hospital--"

"Oh knock it off, Jess. They're together, they're from Oklahoma. No marriage allowed."

They both looked up to see one of the two EMS techs who'd brought them in. The nurse's face skewed in a grimace. "I'm really not supposed to do that."

"Oh you know that's bullshit. Just tell him where his boyfriend is."

The two locked eyes for a few moments and then the tension dropped from Jess. "Okay, he's in 5E. I'll show you."

He pushed back from the desk and started through a doorway beside them. Tanner was stunned for a minute at the rapid change of attitude, then trotted to catch up. As he drew beside the nurse, he looked at Tanner with a smile and a wink. Tanner was taken by surprise but they'd found Randy before he could do anything. He was almost flat on an examination table with someone working on the side of his face. 

Tanner moved closer, suddenly having an overwhelming need to touch his lover. He stood at Randy's side and took his hand. Randy cut his eyes toward Tanner and gave him a wink. The nurse caught the motion and glanced back at Tanner. 

"We're just irrigating the wounds to get out the last of the debris. Mr. Preston here had several nice abrasions that needed taken care of. Then the doctor will be back to suture the facial wounds. With the hands we'll just need to change the dressings." She looked up and smiled at them both. "From the look of those knuckles, you gave as well as you got. Good for you."




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 08



Tanner stood for a few minutes and watched as saline solution was squirted again and again over the cuts on Randy's face until there was some unperceivable level that was reached and the nurse was satisfied. She wiped the last of the liquid from Randy's skin, cleaned up and then slipped off her gloves. With crisp efficiency, she made a few notes on Randy's chart and announced, "The doctor will be with you shortly."

Tanner waited until he saw the door shut and then tightened his hold on Randy's arm and pressed his head against his bicep. Randy lifted his other hand and cupped it around the back of Tanner's neck. They stood holding onto each other for several long moments then they slowly relaxed.

Tanner looked at Randy, feeling his blood boil at every bruise and cut on him. "You okay?"

"Oh hell, I've been much worse than this after a really nasty lacrosse game. I'll be fine." Randy wrapped his arm around Tanner's shoulder. "How about you?"

"I'm fine. Only a couple of stitches." Tanner's memory of the nurse's denial flashed through his memories. "Randy..."

"Yeah?"

"I want to get married."

"I know, babe. We will as soon as we can."

"No. I want to do it now, before we go back to Oklahoma. They almost didn't tell me where you were. I want to get married now, it's legal in Maryland."

"Yeah, but it won't mean anything back in Oklahoma."

"It's better than nothing. And it'll make me feel better."

"Okay, then let's do it." Randy pulled Tanner into a tight hug just as the door swung open.

"Mr. Preston?"

"Yup. We're getting married in a couple of days, doc. Want to come?"



The conversation was going better than he'd been afraid it would. They had already went to the county clerks office and got the marriage license. He and Randy were just going to have the court clerk do it, but Trey insisted they do it at his house and had talked a friend of his who was a minister to agree to do the ceremony. Now, Tanner had to tell his parents.

"Yeah, we're fine. A couple of Marines jumped in and helped. We're just a little bruised is all. Oh, and we have matching black eyes."

There was a pause then Tanner's mother started slowly. "We knew you were going to get married. It's just a little sudden."

"Mom, the hospital almost wouldn't tell me where Randy was. We have to be able to take care of each other. I know this won't make much difference in Oklahoma, but it might and I just don't want to take a chance. How would you feel if you couldn't get to dad or one of us?"

Tanner heard a throaty chuckle from his dad. "That's simple. The hospital would think a F5 tornado had hit it."

"Oh, I'm not that bad."

"Honey, I never said it was bad. I love how you take care of us. And Tanner's right, it might be the proof they needed."

"Well, we can't all go. But I'm coming to my son's wedding," said Mary.

"Really, mom? That would be great."

"Yes, Jo and your dad can take care of the ranch for a few days. I'll fly to Maryland."

"Oh, it's beautiful here, Mom. You're going to love it."

"Okay, well tell me what you two have already arranged."



Randy locked his eyes with Tanners. He could tell that the moment was just as emotional for Tanner as it was for him. Their families were getting along famously and the wedding had become much more elaborate between Lesa and Tanner's mom. He listened to the last words of the ceremony and then smiled at the words he'd been waiting for.

"You may now kiss."

Randy stepped forward, took Tanner in his arms and pressed their lips together. The heat of the love between them was a familiar tingle through Tanner's body as the kiss went on for several moments longer. He realized to his horror that he was getting hard, in front of everyone, and pulled back with a scowl at Randy.

The response he got was a simple wink and a grin. Tanner waited, his hands grasping Randy's arms tight as he tried to calm himself. Randy smiled at him, pulled his tux jacket to the front and buttoned it closed. With a barely audible whisper Randy said, "No one can tell but me. But I think it's really hot."

Tanner almost let out a groan of terror when his cock hardened even further. He glanced out at the crowd, trying to focus on anything other than Randy. He spotted his mother, and his mood changed instantly. He was so glad she had flown to Maryland for the wedding. And her face was definitely like a bucket of ice water dumped over Tanner. The erection disappeared in an instant.

Randy slid his arm through Tanner's and pulled him to face the audience. "Come on, it's time to get this party started."

The pair was quickly submerged in a sea of well wishers. Trey had rented the country club for the wedding and it looked packed to Tanner. He wondered if he'd get this many people attending if they had something back in Oklahoma. 

As if reading his mind, Tanner's mother appeared at his elbow, a little flushed from dancing. "Just so you know, you're going to have to have another party back home. Sometime later in the spring." She waved her hand at the setting around them. "It'll take me more than a week to get things together."

Tanner gave her a hug. "Thanks, mom. I appreciate it. We're just glad you're here."

Mary returned the hug with fervor and held on tight. After a few moments, they separated and Tanner was shocked to see tears in his mother's eye. 

"Mom? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, other than my baby is growing up." She leaned in with a smile and whispered. "See if you can't work on Randy about some grandkids for me though, okay?"

Tanner chuckled and nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

Mary gave him a gentle shove. "Go. Enjoy your wedding. I know I plan to."

Tanner grinned at his mom and wandered off to find Randy. He lost himself in the festivities until late in the night when the crowd finally started to thin out. As they stood gently holding each other, Randy whispered into his ear. "Let's go. I'm ready to get out of here and on to the rest of the party."

"What rest of the party?"

Randy gave him a wink. "You know. The one no one else is invited to attend."

Tanner felt the heat flowing across his face. "Oh. Yeah. That one."

Randy gave him another kiss and pulled them together. "Yeah, that one. Come on and let's go."



Leaving the reception had ended up being ridiculously easy. No one seemed to expect them to stay longer. The twenty-mile drive to the Bed and Breakfast seemed to take hours, and Tanner had begun to run his hand up the inside of Randy's thigh, which was sending wonderful tingles through his crotch and his cock had met the conditions of rock hard. 

Parking Trey's pickup, they were greeted by the owners and given the key to their room with a conspiratorial grin. Randy spun in Tanner's arms and kissed him passionately. "I want to get fucked."

Tanner grabbed Randy's hand and smashed it against his full crotch. "That won't be a problem."

Randy ran his hands under Tanner's shirt, enjoying the texture of hair he found there. He grabbed his own shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. He took Tanner back in his arms and crushed their bodies together. The heat of Tanner's body suffused his own and increased the growing heat. 

"You know, according to the state of Maryland, you're my husband now."

Tanner grinned at him. "Yeah, I know. It's pretty cool."

Randy pressed his lips along Tanner's neck and nipped at him. "It's so far past cool that it's not believable."

Randy slid the tips of his fingers under Tanner's slacks and felt the top of his bubble butt and the delicious fur that covered it. Their bare chests ground against each other as the heat rose around them. Randy could feel Tanner's hardness and his fervor grew quickly. Their lips smashed against each other and their tongues explored each other's mouths like it was a first date. 

Tanner grasped Randy's face in his hands and pulled them apart. He rested his forehead against Randy's and took a deep breath. "Damn, you always get me so horny."

"It's our honeymoon. We're supposed to fuck like rabbits."

Tanner chuckled softly. "I'll show you rabbit fuckin'."

"Yeah, yeah. Big words."

Tanner grinned and reached between them, opening Randy's pants and yanked them and his underwear to his thighs. His hard cock sprung from its confines to hang between them. Tanner leaned close and kissed the tip of Randy's hard dick. Pressing it against Randy's muscular torso, Tanner started licking along the underside of his cock, teasing and toying with Randy.

Randy gripped Tanner's shoulders and let out a soft moan as his tongue slid along his cum tube. The pleasure built for him with each movement of Tanner's lips and tongue. After a few minutes of pure delight, Randy pulled Tanner to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Tanner and pulled them tight, his hands touching and caressing his man. 

He reached up and started opening the buttons on Tanner's shirt. His lightly haired chest came into view as he opened the last mother-of-pearl button. He pushed it back off Tanner's shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. Randy slid his hands inside the back of Tanner's pants and feeling the texture of the hair spreading across his furry butt. His hands spread across Tanner's ass and they pressed their bodies together. 

Tanner pushed him back with a smile, reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, the only sound in the room was the slowly descending zipper and their own heavy breathing. Once the zipper was all the way down, Tanner grabbed his pants and underwear and pushed them down slowly. With them trapped around his knees, he kicked off his boots and then stepped out of the pile of clothes. 

Their hard bodies rubbed over each other as their cocks battled. Randy could feel each touch that Tanner gave in a masculine tracery of their foreplay. He grabbed Tanner's shoulders and pulled them together. Trapping Tanner's face in his hands, they kissed each other hard and Randy felt Tanner's tongue along his lips. Their kiss became an open mouthed exploration of well-known territory as each of their tongues plunged in the other's mouth.

Their kiss broke with both of them panting and gasping for air. Randy ran his hands over Tanner's body, wanting him more with each passing moment. He pushed Tanner onto the bed and followed behind to straddle him. Their crotches ground together as Randy's tongue pierced Tanner's lips. The pair kissed passionately with Randy pinning Tanner against the bed. The fiery kiss build the desire in Randy until he was laying on top of Tanner, their bodies squirming over each other. 

After a few minutes they broke apart, both panting as the heat of their lovemaking built. Randy was sliding back and forth, feeling the buildup of precum on his butt as Tanner's cock glided between his ass cheeks. He grinned at Tanner as he felt the heat of arousal crawl up his cheek.

"You ready for some fun, cowboy?"

"I'm ready if you are, jock."

Randy chuckled and crawled off Tanner. After a little fumbling in their bags, he brought out a bottle of lube. With a grin he drizzled it down Tanner's cock, grabbed it tight and stroked it a few times before Tanner grabbed his hand. "Any more and you're going to get a weeks worth of built up spunk."

Randy chuckled at Tanner and released his cock. He squirted more lube into his hand, lifted his leg and coated his crack with the slick gel. Knowing he had Tanner's attention, he slipped a couple of fingers inside his hole and pumped them a few times. Tanner licked his lips, his eyes glued to Randy's little exhibition. After a few more thrusts, Randy let his hand slip out and he moved to straddle Tanner again.

Randy reached behind him, grabbed Tanner's cock and rubbed it against his slick hole. He pressed down harder with each pass, forcing Tanner's mushroom head inside until it popped through his inner gates. Randy moaned as the fire of entry swept through him, filling him with a delicious combination of pain and pleasure. Each time Tanner sunk deeper inside him, strands of heat spread through Randy's body until he felt the grinding of his hips against Tanner's crotch. 

"Oh, man. That feels so good."

"Feels pretty amazing from this side too, babe."

Randy lifted himself, feeling Tanner sliding out, and then press inward. The heat of their lovemaking built with each thrust until Randy's cock was throwing strands of precum over them. Tanner grabbed Randy's rock hard dick and started stroking it as Randy ground his ass against Tanner's crotch. The pressure inside him built with each touch until he could feel the dam begin to weaken. Tanner's cock banged against his prostate with each time he ground against it.

"Damn, so close," groaned Randy.

"Go for it, babe."

Tanner's hand ran across Randy's chest, toying with his hard nipples, while his other hand continued it's stroking of his deep red cock. The extra stimulation brought him to the edge and then Randy plunged into his orgasm. The feeling of tight ecstasy burned through his body as he felt the first jet rocket from his slit. The second shot was stronger than the first and left a trail of white cream angling across Tanner's chest. The roiling pleasure submerged Randy until the last of his climax ended, and he dropped to catch himself against Tanner.

Tanner chuckled as he ran his hands over Randy's sweat drenched body. "How was that?"

Randy smiled as he tried to catch his breath. "Amazing, as always."

Tanner slid his hands over Randy's face. He lifted his hand and kissed it softly. "You know. One of us isn't done."

Randy chuckled and rolled to his side, pulling his leg toward his chest and smiling at Tanner. "Come on, hot stuff. Fuck your husband and make him want more."

Tanner grinned at Randy's theatrics but moved behind him. His cock slipped easily back into Randy's ass, he paused for a minute, and then quickly built in speed. Randy could tell that Tanner wasn't far from reaching his goal either, and relaxed against the bed to enjoy the ride. The hard cock ramming into him was beginning to have its effect, and Randy's cock never went completely soft. 

The slap of skin against skin was bringing them closer and closer to a conclusion. Tanner slammed in once hard, and then pinned Randy under him as he filled him with hot cum. Randy let out a low moan as the scalding hot cream flooded his gut. He could feel Tanner tremble against him, and then his tension released.

"Oh my God. That was good."

Randy wrapped his arm around Tanner, unwilling to move. "It was, babe. I needed that so much."

Tanner relaxed against Randy with quivers of fatigue traveling through his muscles from time to time. "Yeah babe. Me too. I need you more than anything I can think of.



Randy threw his arms around his dad, giving him a crushing hug. "Dad, thanks for everything. I mean, it wasn't like you were planning to give us a wedding or anything."

Trey held his son, his arms tense as they held each other. "My pleasure, Randy. I'm glad I got to be involved. We love you a lot, son."

Randy released his Dad and gave Lesa a quick hug too. "You too, Lesa. Thanks for all the help. Tanner needed an ally in all this junk."

She chuckled and shook her head. "It was fun. Kind of like planning a daughters wedding." She glanced at Randy and got a smile. "Kind of."

Both of them turned to Tanner, and Trey held out his hand. "Glad to have you in the family, son." 

"Yes, sir. I'm glad to be in the family too."

"Oh, none of that sir crap. You can call me Dad."

Tanner's face flushed red, but he looked very pleased. They shared hugs all around and darted through the gate at the last possible minute. Randy exchanged glances with Tanner and squeezed his hand. But that was the extent of their conversation until they were circling Will Roger's Airport. 

As they broke through the scattered clouds, they could see the wide expanses of every hue of brown that stretched on for as far as the eye could see. After a few minutes, Tanner turned to Randy. "It looks pretty dismal compared to Maryland."

Randy stretched upward and looked out the plane window. "It looks like Oklahoma in January." He shrugged, his confusion evident.

"Yeah, but it looks better in Maryland. Why would you want to live here?"

Randy's eyes twinkled. "Well, first because my husband hasn't finished school, and he needs to be in Oklahoma to do that." He paused for a minute and kissed Tanner on the check. He chuckled with Tanner's face flashed red at the intimacy. Then he continued. "Also, it's different, not better. Summers around Baltimore are hot and humid. I kind of like Oklahoma."



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 09



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. 

*

"Did you see what I got from my dad?" Asked Randy as he walked through the house.

Tanner motioned without looking up. "No, what is it?"

"Well, look."

Tanner marked his place and looked at Randy. "What?"

"Here, look." He handed envelope to Tanner, who pulled out it's content. Tanner scrutinized it for a minute and then looked back.

"It's a plane ticket..."

"Exactly, one ticket."

Tanner studied the ticket for a minute then looked at Randy with his eyebrows scrunched together. "Randy, this has my name on it."

"Huh?"

"It's got my name on it. And its a ticket to Puerto Vallarta."

Tanner twisted his face and got up without a word and walked to the other side of the room. He fished for a minute and pulled it out of his book bag. Looking at it for a minute, he walked over to Randy and handed him the plain white envelop. "I knew this was from my folks, so I didn't even notice it was addressed to you."

Randy turned the envelop over and looked at the front. "Oh, shit. This was addressed to you. I just opened it because I knew it was from my Dad."

Tanner grinned and handed Randy the envelop from his parents. "Betcha a dollar I know what's in it!"

Randy grinned and slit the envelop open and fished out the folded paperwork. He glanced at it for a minute and then grinned at Tanner. "Oh look, babe. Your folks are sending me to Puerto Vallarta!"

Randy and Tanner snatched their bags from the baggage belt. They'd packed fairly light, but still had one of the large suitcase of their clothes that wouldn't fit. But now with each of them with a backpack over a shoulder and Randy pulling the bag behind him, they had one thing left. Finding out how to get to the hotel.

They walked from the baggage area, and into a flurry of activity. Randy could feel the tension building, and then Tanner let out a squeal and pointed. "Look. A van from the hotel. We're saved."

"Oh, thank God. I thought you were going to have a melt down."

"Yeah, whatever. I thought you were gonna cry like a little girl."

"Yeah, fuck you."

"You wish."

The pair broke into laughter as they walked to the van. They were met at the door by a smiling face. "Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Puerto Vallarta."

Randy and Tanner crawled into the van and buckled themselves in. They took off and almost immediately were very glad they'd made the choice to tie themselves in. The trip was made at flying speeds that made both men uncomfortable. 

But the trip ended in front of a huge modern hotel that would not have looked out of place in Miami or Houston. The palm trees flanked the entrance and the guys were thrilled to have arrived. They were swarmed with people to help them and soon they were leaning against the lavishly carved front desk. A beautifully tanned man about their age with brilliantly white teeth smiled at them. 

"Welcome, welcome. How may be help you."

"We have reservations. Randy Preston and Tanner Carson."

His fingers danced across the keyboard for a few moments. "Ah yes, there you are. The honeymoon suite." He smiled even wider at the pair. "Excellent choice."

A few minutes passed while Tanner and Randy waited for the keys and directions. The bellhop loaded their luggage into his cart, then wheeled them to their suite. He deposited their bags and Randy gave him a tip. Once the door closed behind him, Randy wandered over to see what Tanner was staring at with such fascination. He smiled at the rapt fascination Tanner showed for the tableau of the sea spreading out before them. The azure blue waters and the snow white beaches were like something from a postcard. 

"Beautiful isn't it," said Randy.

Tanner turned and gave him a kiss. "It is beautiful. I can't believe we're here."

They watched for a few moments, seeing the ebb and flow of the people across the expanse of sand. 

"This is crazy," said Tanner.

Randy moved behind him and took him in his arms. "Why?"

Tanner turned and looked deep into Randy's eye. "Well, we got married. That by itself is crazy. That my parents are helping to pay for our honeymoon, that's even more crazy."

Randy tilted his head and started kissing down Tanner's neck. Tanner stiffened for a few moments, then he melted in Randy's arms. After a few seconds, he was chuckling. 

Randy looked at him and smiled. "Why the giggling?"

"I was just thinking how my big strong man was making me feel. And giggling was kind of part of the package."

Randy ran his hands under Tanner's tee, pushing them over his hairy chest. He loved the texture of Tanner's chest under his touch. His fingers spanned the fan of hair centered along his stomach, and let the tips of his fingers slip into his shorts. He unfastened the top button on Tanner's shorts, which let them slip slightly lower on Tanner's ass. Randy let his fingers slide inside the front of Tanner's shorts, and ran his fingers through his dense bush.

Tanner leaned against him with a sigh. "Was this your plan? To whisk me away to Mexico to fuck?"

Randy chuckled and then kissed Tanner hard, their lips smashed against each other. After a few seconds they separated, both of them breathing harder. Randy grinned at Tanner. "Well this trip was a present from your parents. So I guess they're wanting grandkids."

Tanner leaned against Randy and started laughing. "Yeah, I don't think that has much chance of happening."

"We can certainly give it our best effort."

Tanner chuckled and pushed his shorts down, exposing his hard cock trapped inside the tiny briefs Randy had bought him for the trip. The leaking tip had already created a translucent wet spot in the white material. Randy reached up and squeezed his cock tight and slide his hand down its length. Then he pressed Tanner's shirt upward and let it fall to the floor. The sight of his hot cowboy husband, hard and panting in just a pair of white briefs was having its desired effect on Randy. His own cock was throbbing and hard. 

Suddenly Tanner lunged at him and his shirt was tossed into the air a few moments later. Their hairy torso's ground against each other as their tongues pierced each others lips. He could feel Tanner tugging at his basketball shorts, quickly untying them and pushing them to his knees. His red and black Baskit jock strap framed his butt nicely. They wrapped their arms around each other, and ground their crotches together.

Tanner ran his hands over Randy's butt, and his cock twitched in response. He traced the tip of his finger along the edge of Randy's crack until he found his goal. He ran his finger over Randy's hole until he had his husband panting with anticipation. Tanner spun Randy around and pushed him across the huge bed. Randy trembled in anticipation as Tanner quickly rummaged through their bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. As the cool gel slid down his crack, Randy let out a sigh. 

Tanner shoved his briefs off and grabbed the sides of Randy's jockstrap. He pressed the hard flared head of his cock against Randy's hole and then pressed it against Randy. There was a gasp as Tanner snapped his hips forward, followed by a sigh as Randy accommodated Tanner. Randy felt him slide in deeper until he moaned as Tanner's flared cocked slid across his prostate. 

Randy's body arched as the pleasure engulfed him. Tanner fit so well, and hit all he good spots, he just left Randy panting for more. The strong hands that grabbed his jock were cinching him tight as Tanner began to fuck him in earnest. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin filed the room. 

Randy was enjoying pounding he was getting from Tanner. Somehow their time together had held more depth of passion. Sex was taken to a whole new level, and Randy was reveling in the connection. The pounding he was getting was moving him to a new level as Tanner's mushroom head clipped his prostate with each thrust. The cowboy was riding him with a smoldering heat that was leaving Randy wanting more. The tight fabric that still trapped his hard cock was like another hand stroking him.

Randy tried to hold out, but the layers of sensations were too much. Tanner landed a particularly wonderful punch against Randy's prostate and it began. Randy could feel the cum rushing from his full balls. He sprayed against the thin fabric as Tanner clipped his prostate again. His ass clamped down as Tanner plowed into him again. Another thrust and Tanner pinned his against his cock and began filling Randy's ass. The ample load filled him and soon the wet sounds of a well fucked ass floated through the room and Randy collapsed onto the bed.

Tanner followed quickly on top of him and sighed. "Welcome to Mexico!"

Randy groaned.

"Come on. Get your suit on," said Tanner.

"I'm trying, I'm trying. I think you bought one that was too small on purpose."

Tanner chuckled a little as his husband struggled to get his suit over his muscular butt. "I didn't, but you're going to have everyone checking you out on the beach."

"I could just buy a banana hammock down stairs and wear that." 

"If you did then you'd have every everyone, men and women, checking you out. And I get very jealous."

Randy smiled at Tanner. "I'll keep that in mind. There are a lot of cute boys around here though."

"Keep it in your pants, Preston, or I'll cut it off for you."

Randy chuckled as he laced the trunks closed over his plump cock. He smiled as Tanner checked out his equipment and gave him a wink. "Come on, big boy. Let's go to the beach and enjoy the sun and surf while we're here."

Randy grabbed Tanner and pulled him toward the door. 

A few minutes later found them walking through the light crowd on the hotels beach. Tanner shaded his eyes against the bright Mexican sun and took in the sight of the azure blue ocean and the pale sandy beaches. Randy glanced around and smiled at Tanner. "Down on the ocean, or do we take advantage of the hotel and have pastel drinks with bright colored umbrellas sticking out of them brought to us in massive amounts?"

Tanner looked around for a minute and then motioned to the hotel's lounge chairs. "I think a few drinks would be great. Just remember, the drinks are from our cash. So don't plan to get plastered."

Randy chuckled. "Yes, mother. I wouldn't want to blow our wad."

Tanner grinned and lifted an eyebrow while Randy tried to look innocent. "Yeah. Well, I think we're good in the wad blowing category." Still shaking his head he moved to one of the chairs and sank into it. He looked up at Randy and grinned. "Boy, why don't you go fetch us some drinks?"

"I'll make you think 'fetch me a drink' and if you don't watch it—"

Tanner ran his fingers up the inside of Randy's thigh. "Pleeeaaassseee."

Randy gave him a chuckle and then headed toward the bar. He arrived to see an golden skinned beauty smiling at him from inside the bar.

"What can I get for you, sir," said the bartender in a lyrical spanish accent.

Randy smiled back, trying to get his bearings. "Something tropical and frozen seems to be the drink of the day."

He nodded at Randy. "It's not busy. I'll bring it out to you and companion."

Randy felt a shiver and nodded, his throat suddenly dry. He turned without another word and headed back to Tanner. He settled in beside Tanner and stared at the vast expanse of ocean. His mind was absorbed in the moment when there was a touch and Randy jumped. He turned to find Tanner looking at him with a concerned expression.

"What's up?" asked Tanner.

Randy let out a shaky chuckle. "Nothing. Just zoning I guess."

Tanner's eyebrow lifted and his lips tilted downward. "Just so you know, I don't believe you. But I'm going to let it go."

Randy started to reply when the bartender arrived with two vibrant red glasses on a tray. "Here you are, sir. Anything else I can get you?"

Randy looked at the handsome man with his brilliant white teeth, charcoal black hair and beautiful dark skin. Randy struggled with the primal response his body was having to the sexy latin man. He took his drink and quickly sat it down when he realized his hand was shaking. He looked quickly to see if Tanner had noticed, but he seemed absorbed in sampling his drink. He turned back to the guy and slipped him the money.

"Thanks. Keep the change."

"Thank you, sir."

Randy watched for a minute, enjoying the view of his tight ass in the linen pants he was wearing. He took a sip and the cold and alcohol hit him at the same time. "Wow. This is strong."

Tanner looked at him and smile. "Yeah, you better be careful or you won't be responsible for what you do here."

Randy choked a little and then looked at Tanner, to find him staring at the ocean.

Tanner was pulling his shirt on as he considered. They'd decided to go dancing tonight after a day of enjoying the brilliant sunshine. They'd been told the nightclub in the hotel was actually one of the better night spots within walking distance. He fiddled with his shirt for a few moments. Then looked at Randy.

"You know, I think we could go in jeans and boots and do better. I feel like a damn peacock or something in this stuff."

Randy stopped primping his hair and studied Tanner from top to bottom. "You look hot. Besides, this isn't a country bar in southern Oklahoma. You'd look funny in jeans, white tee and boots." Randy closed the distance between then and pulled Tanner against him. "It'll be fun. You'll see."

"Okay. But it's a good thing I can wear your shoes. Because I'd never wear these little suckers at home." 

Randy looked over at the ankle-high boots that Tanner was wearing. Their eyes met and Randy chuckled at the unhappy expression on Tanner's face. "Come on. Cheer up. It'll be fun."

"It would be more fun if I could wear my boots." Tanner folded his arms over his chest and sighed. "I feel like I look funny. And not funny ha ha either."

Randy chuckled and then looked at Tanner. The shirt was practically see-through and just highlighted Tanner's hairy chest and small dark nipples. The pants were lightweight and clung to his hips and showed off his body to a delicious extent. He was sure to be the lure of anyone attracted to a guy who was in the club tonight.

"You look great. You'll need my stick to beat back the guys who will be after you."

Tanner stopped his fussing and stared at Randy. "I'm not worried about beating off the guys who are after me. Should I be concerned about you?"

Randy shook his head vigorously. "No! Why the hell would you say that?"

Tanner shrugged and tugged at the shirt one last time. "Just checking. The scenery is different here."

Randy shook his head and walked over to Tanner. "You're the only scenery I need today, or ever."

Tanner kissed him and flicked the last imagined speck from his shirt. "Let's go. It's not going to get any better."

A short time later they were standing at the entrance to the club. Not so different from clubs everywhere. The music was pulsing and the people were moving around, shopping. They watched the crowd for a few minutes and then Tanner grinned. "I believe we've hit LGBT night at the Copa."

Randy chuckled and nodded, having just noticed the predominance of men in the room too. "Come on. Let's find a table. We can sit for a little while and then decide if we want to dance or not."

The pair found their way across the floor to a table away from the swirl of activity. They had just settled into the table when the dark skinned bartender from earlier in the afternoon appeared at their table.

"Evening, gentlemen. What's your pleasure to drinks this evening?"

Randy and Tanner's eye's met and they grinned at each other. Tanner order for them both. "A couple of good Mexican beers, and a pitcher of Sangria."

He scribbled for a second then met their eyes again. "And appetizers?"

The boys eyes met and they shrugged their shoulder. "What would you suggest?" asked Randy.

"Oh I'd highly recommend the queso fundido. It's exceptional here."

"Cheese dip?"

The waiter laughed, his bass voice echoing across the room. "Oh, it is much more, Senior."

Tanner met Randy's eyes and shrugged. 

"Okay, queso fundido it is."

As he walked away, Randy watched his round butt recede into the dim of the bar. 

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Randy's head snapped back like it was on a bungee cord. "What do you mean?"

Tanner nodded in the direction the waiter had taken. "The waiter, did you enjoy watching his butt?"

Even in the dim of the bar, Tanner could tell Randy's face was deep red. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, with Tanner waiting for Randy to take the conversation wherever it was going. A sigh leaked from Randy and he sagged against the table. 

"Sorry, I was looking. I didn't mean anything by it."

Tanner reached over and took Randy's hand in his. "Thank you."

Randy frowned at Tanner. "For ruining our trip?"

Tanner chuckled and patted his hand. "No, dingleberry. For telling me the truth. Shit, just because you look doesn't mean you're cheating on me."

A shy smile crept across Randy's face. "I guess being married and faithful doesn't mean I'm dead now does it."

"Nope. But just so you know, if you cheat, I'll cut it off."

Randy laughed and looked at Tanner, and a dead serious express. "I'm a crazy dude who grew up in the hills of southern Oklahoma. Don't push your luck."

"Okay," said Randy, "That's good to know I guess."

Before Tanner could reply, the waiter had reappeared, with their drinks. He sat the two bottles on the table, each with a slice of lime, the sangria and the queso fundido.

Once the waiter had left, Randy dredged one of the tortilla chips through the cheese concoction and popped it into his mouth. He chewed for a few moments then nodded. "Not bad, try some."

Tanner considered Randy for a moment, then followed his lead. He chewed the treat and nodded. "Not bad, a little spicy, but not too bad."

"That's what I thought too."

They went through the food, enjoying each bite as well as their drinks as they watched the crowd on the dance floor. Both decided the dancers were mostly tourists down to enjoy the warmer weather. 

"Come on. Let's show these Yankee's how to dance," said Tanner.

Randy chuckled. "I hate to tell you, but I think we're considered Yankee's here."

Tanner shot him an expression of horror. "No! Tell me it ain't so."

Randy pulled Tanner to the floor. They melded into each other as the music thundered around them. As the night wore on, the atmosphere became more contemporary. Soon Tanner's shirt was open and the couple were enjoying the dancing. 

The night wore on and Tanner pulled Randy through the open doors and onto one of the veranda that let in the cooling Pacific breeze. He turned and wrapped his arms around Randy. "This trip has been a blast. I know we can't stay forever, but it was fun."

Randy drew Tanner tight against him and pressed their lips together. "It is nice. Once we get back it'll be a rush to the end of the semester."

"I know, and there'll be my interview at state. So this is going to be our last shot at some us time."

Randy lifted the tail of Tanner's shirt and rubbed over his back. "This has been a good trip though."

Suddenly a third figure was on the veranda with them. In the dim light they could see the trim figure of the bartender. He moved toward Randy and wrapped his arms around his waist. Tanner's eyebrows shot up as he watched the hot Latino making out with his husband. The bartender ground his crotch against Randy, and Tanner could feel the anger in him begin to build. He stepped forward, just as Randy moved away from the embrace.




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 09



"Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I'm married. Right now my husband is standing behind you too, looking very pissed."

The young Latino turned with a smile. "But of course. I was hoping to spend the night with both of you." He uncoiled from Randy and threw his arms around Tanner—and gave him a kiss. 

Panic welled up in Tanner, this wasn't what he wanted. He wedged his hands between them when Randy put his hands on the guys shoulders and pulled him away.

"No, not happening. We aren't really the sharing kind. I'm sure there are plenty of other couples out there who would love to share."

The bartender stepped back, and straightened his clothing with a pop. "I see, well I'm sure there are others who would enjoy a special evening with me." He met both their eyes with a measured look, until Tanner was beginning to have pity for him. He was moving to give him a hug, when the young man continued. "I was considering a lower fee for you too, since you are a cute couple." With that he turned and walked away.

Tanner froze in place for a few moments before meeting Randy's gaze. "We just got propositioned..."

Randy fought a smile from growing across his face, until he could hold it no longer and snorted. "I'm not so sure what you'd call it, but we were at least getting a discount."

Tanner chuckled as Randy put his arm around Tanner's shoulders. "I think it's time for us to wrap up the night. I've had about the excitement I need for the night."

Tanner let out a breath and nodded. "Plenty of excitement. I'm ready to head up to the suite and crash."

A wash of closeness traveled through Tanner as Randy wrapped him in a tight hug. He kissed Tanner's neck and whispered. "Let's go upstairs and get some rest, we still have a few days before we have to head back to school.

The early morning breeze made the almost sheer curtains billow into their room and blew across Randy's butt. He and Tanner were sprawled over each other in a tangle of limbs and linens. He moved closer to Tanner and pulled the sheet off them. He ran his hand over Tanner's back and muscular ass before he leaned in and kissed his shoulder.

Tanner wriggled into the bedding, stretching as he awoke. His hair was mussed and he sleepily rubbed his eyes. "Mornin'."

Randy kissed Tanner again while his hand slid over Tanner's butt, enjoying the texture of it under his palm. "Morning, sexy. How are you?"

Tanner squirmed on the bed, clenching his ass cheeks as Randy caressed him. He sighed when Randy's finger slipped between his ass cheeks. "I'm good. I love waking up like this."

Tanner relaxed against the bed while Randy slipped himself over Tanner so he was sitting on Tanner's butt. Randy rubbed his hands over Tanner's back, pressing into his muscles as he gave Tanner a back rub. He dug his thumbs into Tanner's neck and worked across his muscular shoulders. Tanner relaxed into the bed and after a few minutes Randy lay across Tanner's back and rubbed his chest over it's expanse. 

Tanner let out a grunt and opened his legs wider. "Oh, shit. That feels good."

Randy ran his hands under Tanner's chest and rubbed his fingers over Tanner's hard nipples. Tanner writhed under him and Randy slipped his cock between Tanner's ass cheeks and ground his hard cock against him. Soon he had coated Tanner's trench with precum and Randy was sliding back and forth, the waited hair providing a delicious sensation for his cock. Tanner's smiling face looked back at him and gave a wink.

"How about getting to business back there big boy."

Randy grinned and bounded from the bed to rifle through their bag. He retrieved a bottle of lube and crawled back on the bed and squired a blob of gel onto his fingers. Pressing them against Tanner's entrance, he slipped two fingers inside through the already relaxed opening. A few minutes later he was gliding three fingers inside Tanner and he was moaning and twisting under him.

"Shit. That feels so good."

Randy leaned close and nibbled at Tanner's ear before whispering. "You are so fucking hot. I'm going to fuck you until you feel it all the way back to Oklahoma."

"Oh yeah, that sounds amazing."

Randy coated his cock with the thick gel and then pressed himself against Tanner's puckered hole. The heat from Tanner kissed against the tip of his cock and a sigh came from both of them. Randy pressed forward, Tanner's ass tightening around his cock as he pushed harder. Tanner buried his face into the pillow and moaned with Randy slipped through the first entrance. Lost in the moment of pleasure, Randy bucked his hips and sunk himself into Tanner. 

Their bodies meshed as Randy started his long thrusts. The hot grip of Tanner gut was pushing him to the edge, but he was fighting for it to last. Their week together had been amazing, and he wanted it to last. The tightening in his crotch was beginning, and Randy moved slower to make it last. His body was being overwhelmed with the pleasure of making love to his husband. The teasing stretched as his cock felt like it was forged from iron. He could feel the crown rubbing, and it proved too much. He slammed inside Tanner, pinning him to the bed as his body convulsed, emptying itself into Tanner. 

Randy pinned Tanner under him, his hands on his muscular shoulders. His body bucked with each wave of orgasm and the sounds of pleasure from Tanner drove his ecstasy higher. With a final shudder, he collapsed on top of Tanner. Their eye's met and Tanner leered at Randy.

"My turn now."

Tanner rolled, grabbing Randy by the shoulders and moved them until he was on his back. Tanner smeared lube over them both and pushed himself in.

"Fuck! Not so fast!" screamed Randy.

Tanner ran his hands over Randy's chest as he frozen in place. Once the searing pain subsided to a warm pleasure, Randy relaxed and nodded at Tanner. At the signal, Tanner pulled back slowly then pressed forward again. This time the pleasure mounted for Randy and he rolled his eyed backward as he reveled in the pleasure. 

"Oh yeah. Like that."

Randy rose to his toes and began moving faster, the earlier fucking he got leaving him wanting more. His speed increased and the heat of their passion built until Tanner was pounding himself into Randy, who was hard again. Tanner's breath came in gasps as his climax raced toward its conclusion. He slammed inside Randy and shook as the first volley of cum shot into his lover. 

The wet heat filled Randy and he grabbed his hard cock. Pounding it in his clenched fist, his own orgasm raced forward again.

"Ah, fuck!" yelled Randy.

As Tanner opened his eyes again, Randy came again. This time the liquid pleasure oozed onto him while his body again spasmed. Randy released his cock and dropped his hand onto his stomach, rubbing it over his belly. He smiled at Tanner and lifted his semen coated fingers.

Tanner sucked a finger into his mouth and swirled it tongue around it. The sensation was remarkably erotic for Randy, especially considering he had just completed his second orgasm of the morning. After Tanner had licked each finger clean, Randy let his hand drop to the bed.

"Holy shit, you're amazing."

Tanner chuckled and relaxed across his husband. "I'd disagree with you, but I'm too tired."

A low rumble came from Randy's chest as they drifted off to sleep again.



Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 10



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.



They'd been back from Mexico for several days, but in the heat of getting everything done, they still had not emptied their bags. With Randy at practice, Tanner decided it was a good time to do their laundry. Randy made fun of him, but Tanner enjoyed the whole ritual. Randy wouldn't be home for a while, so it was a perfect time to go through and get everything back in its place.

He was just starting the first load when a light knock came to their door. When he opened it he was surprised to see a somewhat concerned looking Jenny.

"Hey, Jenny. What's up?"

She cut her eyes to the yard and then to Tanner. "Could you come help Fred for a minute? He doesn't seem to be up to his normal routine today."

Tanner wrinkled his brows. "Of course." He grabbed a pair of running shoes near the door and yanked them on his feet. He was dressed in a few moments and out the door after a fidgeting Jenny. 

Just as she'd said, Fred was out in his precious garden. But rather than working he was sitting still. When they got closer he heard Fred's labored breathing. He ran the last few feet and knelt beside Fred. He rested his hand on the elderly gentleman and touched his arm, to find it clammy.

"Fred? You okay?"

He slowly turned his head as if it was all he could accomplish. "Just not feeling too well, Tanner. And I have the worst case of indigestion I've ever had."

Tanner patted Fred's arm and looked over his shoulder at Jenny. "Jenny, call 911. Fred needs to go to the hospital."

#

Tanner grabbed Randy tightly when he came into the waiting room.

Randy returned his embrace, and could feel tremors travel through him. They held each other. Tanner pulled strength from his husband and held on desperately. After a few moments he released Randy.

"How's Fred?" asked Randy.

"They think he's going to be okay. He had a mild heart attack. They're checking to see if he needs a stint or something. Jenny's in with him right now."

Randy pulled Tanner to the chairs and was soon briefed on the entire story. Tanner could feel the tension knot and tighten in his gut. He kept glancing at the door, wishing Jenny, or someone, would come let them know how Fred was doing. The tension had risen to an unbearable level, when a slender hand lit on his shoulder. He spun, to find Jenny standing beside him with a tired smile on her face.

"Thank you boys for waiting. I really appreciate it. Fred and I don't have anyone but each other so it was sweet of you to stay."

"How is he, Jenny?" asked Tanner. 

"He's okay. They're going to do the dye tests tomorrow to see how much blockage he has. But they think he'll be fine. No more fried food for him. He's going to have to learn how to eat better. The fried, fried and fried isn't going to work anymore."

Tanner looked at Randy and his eyebrow shot up. "Did you hear that? That's how you eat. You're going on the same diet with Fred."

"Ah, crap," said Randy.

#

Randy looked at Tanner, and then at Jenny. Finally he and Fred's gaze met and a look of resignation passed between them. Their eyes traveled back to the table and saw nothing but vegetables. The lean meat was sliced into small portions, and Fred even had his portion on his plate. Fred's face became so forlorn that Tanner couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's not that bad, Fred. Just a couple of different dishes to try."

He turned his head to his wife and gave Jenny a pitiful look. "Can't I have a little gravy for the meat? I mean, it's turkey."

"No, sir. Not a chance. Here, try the kale salad Tanner made. It's really good, and kale is excellent for you."

He turned his sad gaze to Randy. "This is what you have to look forward to. Tanner will nag you until you break down and do what he wants." He winked at Randy. "All for a few minutes of marital bliss a few times a week."

"Fred! You hush," said Jenny.

Fred fell silent, but the grin on his face as he moved the pile of green around on his plate said he was in no way repentant for his behavior. Jenny ignored her husband and turned to the boys.

"So have you had your interview yet? I know you said you turned in your application for vet school."

Tanner stuck a fork full of food into his mouth as a way to stall for a few minutes. He was nervous about the interview, which was in fact coming up in a few days. They waited, looking at him as he went through the motions of finishing his food.

After a few moments, Tanner conceded defeat, and swallowed. "It's Tuesday. At ten."

"You'll wow them at State. I'm sure it won't be any problem," said Jenny with a smile.

Tanner stirred the food around on his plate. "I hope so. I hate waiting to see if I get into vet school."

Randy patted his husband on the shoulder. "It'll be fine, babe. They'll let you know in a few weeks don't they?"

"Yeah, they said before the end of school. That way we can plan better."

Randy borrowed Tanner's trick and pushed the food around on his plate while he considered the alternatives. He looked up at Tanner and squeezed one eye shut. "Why don't we go see your folks next weekend. That way you can chill out a little."

Tanner sighed and then rolled his shoulders. "That sounds like a good idea."

#

Tanner stretched as the pleasant breeze dried the sweat from his torso. The weekend at his parent's home had helped him relax, just like Randy had hoped. His parents and sister had taken an afternoon trip to Ardmore, and Tanner had volunteered himself and Randy to get the hay barn ready for this years haying. The work was hot and sweaty, but the spring weather was actually not bad. Unlike the weather they'd have to endure to load the barns this summer. A metal building and one-hundred degree weather was not a good combination.

Randy threw the last bale onto the stack and sagged against it. "Damn, I'm glad that's done."

"Wimp! It's barely eighty and you're whining about the weather. You damn Yankees."

"I've told you a dozen times, Maryland is not Yankee land."

Tanner chuckled and tossed his hand back toward Randy. "Whatever. You play a sport with a net on a stick."

Randy suddenly lunged and grabbed Tanner. He coiled his muscular arm around Tanner's head, pressing his face into Randy's sweat drenched armpit. The assault of musky scents had Tanner hard and horny almost instantly. He inhaled deeply, the musky scent invading him. He slid his hands across Randy's chest, enjoying the texture of his chest hair under his hands. The pair moved in slow motion and Randy released Tanner.

Tanner's tongue flickered across his lips and the pungent taste of his man filled his mouth. He grabbed Randy's face with both hands and smashed their lips together. Their kiss went on for several minutes. Tanner drove his tongue into Randy's mouth and soon their tongues were straining against each other. 

Tanner frantically worked to open Randy's jeans while he pressed his husband against the wall of hay. The scent of cured grass mingled with the smell of rut coming from Randy. Finally the elusive button popped open and Tanner grabbed Randy's crotch with both hands and squeezed.

"Ah, fuck." Randy groaned and bucked forward into Tanner's hands. He grabbed Tanner's arms and pushed him down.

Tanner knelt willingly and released Randy's cock. It arched upward from Randy's crotch into the space between them. Tanner leaned forward, and ran his tongue along the underside. The sweet taste of the clear honey leaking from its tip setoff the sparks of lust inside Tanner. He pressed his lips around the head of Randy's cock and his face inward until his lips pressed against the wiry hair at the base of his cock. 

Randy grabbed Tanner's head between his hands and started thrusting into his mouth. Tanner was excited to be taken. He enjoyed the change at times when Randy took charge like now. The hard cock ramming in and out of his mouth was making Tanner horny as hell. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock and started stroking it. 

They moved together, enjoying the sensations as they both moved closer to a climax. Tanner could tell Randy was getting closer, his thrusts were hard and fast as they hammered the back of Tanner's throat. Then it happened, Randy grabbed Tanner's head tight between his hands just as the first round of jizz hit the back of Tanner's throat. 

Tanner swallowed quickly as his mouth filled with his husband's cream. Randy slowed fucking Tanner's face. Tanner slid his hands over Randy's hard butt, enjoying the texture under his hands. His cock was still rock hard as Tanner began licking and sucking the last drops of cum from him. 

Suddenly Randy jerked away and laughed. "Enough! It's sensitive."

Tanner rocked back on his heels and wiped his mouth along his arm. "How'd you like that, stud?"

Randy grinned, dropped his pants and braced himself against the hay. "Fuck me. I need fucked."

Tanner stood, happy to accommodate Randy's needs. He grabbed some lube from the birthing kit and smeared it over Randy's butt just before he rammed two fingers inside him.

"Ah, fuck. That's it. I want it rough today," said Randy.

Wordlessly, Tanner smeared lube down his cock then squatted behind Randy. His ruddy cockhead pressed against Randy's hole. Tanner grabbed his hips and shoved himself in, burying himself to the root with one hard thrust.

"Fuck! Okay, give me a minute," yelled Randy.

Tanner waited, rocking slowly. After a few minutes, he felt Randy relax around him. He pulled out slowly and then sank his thick cock deep inside Randy again. This time the response was a deep moan. Tanner pulled almost out, squirted more lube over his shaft and then shoved back inside. 

Soon Tanner was pounding Randy's butt and the slap of their body's colliding with each other echoed through the enclosed space. He could feel his nuts slapping against Randy's butt while the moans from them echoed. Tanner's pleasure built with each stroke. Randy's back was arched as Tanner plunged into his bubble butt hard and fast. 

Tanner peaked at the point of no return. He buried himself deep inside Randy and pinned him against his crotch. His body shook again and again as he filled Randy with his seed. The orgasm rolled over him again and again. Once the last round had emptied into Randy, Tanner slumped against him.

"Ah, shit. That was good," said Tanner.

"Fuck yeah. It was."

Tanner let them both catch their breath. Then he slowly pulled out. With the grin on his face he pushed the dripping cum back into Randy.

Randy started to laugh and pushed himself upright. He twisted his head and winked at Tanner. "I think I need to go take care of something before we check the cattle. Otherwise everyone is going to know what we did."

"Or think you have a problem."

Randy scowled back at Tanner and then started laughing.

#

It was just April, but sometimes in Oklahoma it was hot in April. Today was one of those days. It had to be close to one-hundred as he and Randy rode the miles of fence to make sure they hadn't been damaged over the winter. Recent winters had been hard enough that even the old timers couldn't recall as much ice and snow. Ice was the worst. The worst of the ice storms had missed the ranch this year, but there could still be some damage, which was the whole reason for what they were doing this afternoon.

Randy turned to me and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Let's take a break and let the horses rest. This heat has to be rough on them too."

Tanner glanced across the green sea that rolled out from them and into the rough Arbuckle mountains to pinpoint their exact location and see what would be the closest place to water the horses and get them all out of the scorching sun. After a moment he nodded and they started down the steep slope. A few minutes were all it took to spot the grove of trees he'd been looking for. This was one of his favorite locations, the trees actually surrounded a small spring that ran for a few hundred feet before disappearing again. But there would be plenty for the horses to drink their fill and for all of them to cool off. 

Once they reached the clump of trees, he and Randy dismounted and walked the horses to the small pool of water. After his horse had slurped his fill of water and became more interested in the lush green grass, Tanner pulled a water bottle out of his saddlebag and took a drink. After a second, he passed it along to Randy who began to quench his thirst. 

Tanner looked across sun drenched landscape as a fit of wind twirled through the grass. A moment of peace filled him at the sight unrolled before him. Randy rested his hand on Tanner's bare shoulder and then leaned in to kiss his neck.

"What's up? You've been kind of quiet all day," said Randy.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

Tanner looked over his shoulder at Randy and grinned at his insistence. "What if I don't get into vet school?"

Randy shrugged. "Then you apply again next year after you take a few more classes."

"Yeah, but what if I never get accepted?"

"That's not going to happen."

"But—"

"Listen, you're one of the smartest guys I know. You're going to get in. But just for the sake of argument, what would you do? I'm sure you have some kind of plan."

Tanner paused for a minute to think about his answer. "I'd come back to the ranch, I guess."

"Okay, and what else?"

"I don't know. That's about as far as it goes."

Randy grinned at Tanner. "Where would our house be? I'm sure you've already worked out the details."

"Oh, shut up."

"Where?"

Tanner sighed, looked at Randy, and then grinned. "On the south side of the ranch. I don't want to be too close to the parents. I'd like a little privacy."

"And what kind of house?"

Tanner started laughing. "Okay, even I haven't planned that far in advance. We can figure it out when we're ready to build it."

Randy chuckled. "You sure? No stash of dream home pictures?"

Tanner shoved Randy playfully. "You goof. Come on, before the horses are stuffed on grass. I'm ready to be out of this heat."

"Take me back to the spot for the clinic."

"The clinic?" asked Tanner.

"Yes, the clinic. You showed me where you wanted to put it once. We're pretty close I think."

"Yeah, we are. I can't believe you remember though."

Randy leaned in for another kiss. "Of course I remembered. Let's go look at it again."

"Yeah, let's go look. I'd like that."

Tanner shrugged and turned his horse toward the top of a nearby ridge. They rode in silence, both wrapped in their own thoughts. The closer they got to the spot he'd showed Randy last year, the more apprehensive Tanner became. He wasn't sure why Randy wanted to go back, especially since the whole thing was still a dream. With each passing day, Tanner thought it sounded more and more like a dream he'd never be able to attain. 

The horses lunged up the last few feet of the rise to reach the top of the escarpment. The sat side by side as they looked at the unobstructed view that spread for miles around them. The rolling countryside with its combatants in an ancient war was cornered off in the crossroads between the forested east and the vast prairies of the west. In the distance, he could see where some of last years brush fires had created blacken corpses, surrounded by their attendants of knee high grass that would reach Randy's height before the end of the scorching summer.

The silence stretched out and Tanner glanced at his husband, to find a smile plastered across his face. He couldn't help it. Without thinking a smile stretched across his face. I shook my head at Randy.

"What are you grinning about? I know this is no Maryland."

Randy nudged his horse closer and leaned to Tanner, the leather protesting his weight going sideways motion, until he kissed Tanner. "You're here. If it were hell on earth, which it isn't, this would still be my favorite place."

Tanner rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Goofball. But I'm glad you don't hate it."

"Hate it? No way. In a week or so the Indian paintbrush will be everywhere and later the blanket flowers. It's just gorgeous."

Tanner chuckled. "I didn't know you were such a fan of Oklahoma wild flowers."

Randy winked at Tanner. "I might just surprise you some times."

Tanner reached over and squeezed Randy's arm. "You surprise me all the time, and in great ways." He turned back to the view. "So this would be the place. We're not too far from the county road, just around that clump of trees."

Randy nodded and crossed his arms as the horse under him dropped his head to graze. "This will be perfect." Randy threw his leg over the saddle horn and dropped to the ground. He walked to the edge of the bluff and stood for several minutes.

Tanner left him to his introspection and walked into the small cluster of trees while they let the horses graze. As he walked, the entire layout came into his mind and he couldn't help with begin to chuckle.

"What are you cooking up?"

Tanner glanced over his shoulder to find Randy had moved in behind him. He waved his hand in Randy's direction. "Oh, just being weird."

"Well I'm weird, so tell me about it."

Tanner shrugged. "It just came to me where everything should be, and that we should have our house as part of the clinic."

Randy nodded and smiled. "Show me."

The rest of the afternoon was spent with the two of them happily planning their lives.

#

"Tanner."

Tanner paused for a moment, thinking he'd heard his name, but saw no one he recognized, he began walking again.

"Tanner!"

Tanner stopped again, this time he saw a handsome guy in his early thirties rushing toward him. He looked vaguely familiar, but couldn't quite place him. He waited to see what was going on.

When the person got closer it clicked for Tanner, it's the ranger from the trip he and Randy took to the mountains. Tanner struggled to recall his name. The guy stopped in front of Tanner and held out his hand. 

"Hey, good to see you again! I kept hoping I'd run into you on one of my visits to campus. I don't know if you remember. We met when you were camping in the Ouachita Mountains. I'm Kip."

Kip! Damn it, sure. He propositioned us to share partners. Tanner glanced around, wishing Randy were with him. After their trip to Mexico, they had been pretty protective of each other. He wasn't certain what to tell Kip. He hoped that wasn't the reason he'd signed Tanner down. 

Kip glanced at his watch. "Hey, I was going to campus corner to grab some lunch. You wanna come? It's my treat."

"Well, I was on my way to the library..." Tanner said, trying to find a graceful way out of the situation.

"Oh come on, the library will still be there in an hour."

Tanner hesitated.

Kip winked at him and smiled. "Come on. I promise not to bite." He leaned closer to Tanner. "Unless you like biting."

In his surprise, Tanner let the book bag slide off his shoulder until he was holding it in his hand. Kip reached over and grabbed the dangling bag and slapped his hand onto Tanner's shoulder. "Come on. I hear it's a good place to eat. Someone told me you have to try the fried Oreos."

Tanner scowled, not seeing a way out of this without being an ass. He walked with Kip across north campus, filling Tanner in on happenings from the mountains that Tanner had no clue what he was talking about. But it was so cozy and familiar sounding that Tanner couldn't help being pulled into the stories. By the time they reached the restaurant, Tanner was feeling much more comfortable with the handsome ranger.

They found themselves a seat in the crowded bar and soon had a waiter to take their order. Kip grinned at Tanner. "What's your favorite?"




Lariats and Lacrosse Sticks Ch. 10



Tanner paused for a minute. "The Okie Monster, or their pizza. They have good pizza."

Kip turned to the waiter. "We'd like two Okie Monsters and a cheese pizza."

The waiter nodded as he wrote down their order, and then left with the admonishment that their food should be delivered soon.

Kip smiled at Tanner. "So, what did I just order?"

Tanner chuckled. "Basically a fancy frito chili pie."

Kip leaned back, resting his arms on the back of the booth. "Okay, that sounds good to me. I was a little worried."

Tanner smirked. "Is that why you ordered a cheese pizza too?"

Kip grinned. "Maybe..."

Their waiter came back and gave them their drinks. Kip and Tanner watched him walk off. Kip turned with a grin. "Nice butt."

Tanner choked a little, instantly remembering all his misgivings.

"You still dating the lacrosse player?"

Tanner nodded. "Randy and I got married, in Maryland."

Kip nodded. "Too bad Oklahoma doesn't recognize it."

Tanner shrugged. "It's coming."

Kip leaned in closer and smiled at Tanner. "I don't know if you remember, but my boyfriend and I like to find other couples...to play with. We're both mostly bottoms, so it keeps everything fun."

Tanner swallowed hard. He studied Kip for a moment, any interest he might have had earlier in he and Randy's relationship, was long gone now. While he was trying to come up with a suitable rejection, their food was delivered. That gave Tanner another few minutes to think.

Once the waiter had left he turned to Kip. "I'm flattered, really. But Randy and I don't share. Sorry."

Kip looked at him for what seemed like a very long time. Eventually he waved his fork at Tanner. "No sweat. You two were so hot...you know."

Tanner felt relief wash off him. "That's really nice. But we'll pass."

From there the conversation relaxed, Kip didn't seem to want to make things too difficult for Tanner, which he appreciated. By the end of their lunch together, they were both enjoying the others company. They paused outside and Tanner extended a hand.

"It was good to catch up with you. Good luck to you and your boyfriend."

"Same to you," Kip said as we shook hands. "Good luck with vet school too."

Tanner shook his head. "Soon, damn I hope it's soon." They waved as they parted and Tanner resumed his trek to the library.

#

Randy's knife went through the chicken fried steak like it was butter. He and Fred had convinced their spouses that one splurge meal every few weeks would keep them from losing their sanity and eating nothing but fried and sugary stuff. He popped the bite into his mouth and bit down.

"Oh, man. Jenny, this is delicious," said Randy. 

"Well, eat up. We don't eat like this around here any more." She looked at Fred and lifted one eyebrow. "Do we, Fred?"

"No my princess. We most certainly do not. We eat green healthy vegetables that build strong bones and make sure I don't fall over with a heart attack." Fred plastered a fake grin on his face and beamed at Jenny.

The boys chuckled for a moment, then looked at Jenny. Her face was frozen as she gave Fred a scowl. She held it for a few moments, then shook her head and started laughing. "I can't stay mad at you, you crazy old man."

Fred winked at Randy and Tanner. "This is what happens when you've been married as long as we have. You just get a little crazy."

Randy chuckled and talked around a mouth filled with Jenny's delicious cooking. "We haven't been married a year, and already we're more than a little crazy."

Jenny slowed, then cast a glance at Fred. "Are you going to ask?"

Randy and Tanner looked at each other, then back at the older couple. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, really. It just gets harder and harder to find someone to rent the apartment to. You know, nice folks like you," Jenny said.

Randy glanced at Tanner, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod. He turned back and grinned at Jenny. "How would you feel about another couple, like Tanner and I, only women?"

Jenny looked a little confused. "Are they nice girls?"

Tanner nodded. "Yeah, and they're married too. One of them plays for the woman's rugby team."

Fred looked at Jenny and shrugged. "Sounds fine to me. It'd be nice if they liked to help in the gardens like you boys do."

Tanner grinned. "Oh, I don't think that would be a problem. Tammy loves growing things."

"Perfect!" said Fred, his eyes gleaming.

The four of them quietly finished dinner. Randy suddenly became aware that the other three were watching him. He realized he was smacking the plate with enough force to make it rattle. He grinned and sat the spoon on the plate.

"Sorry. I guess I got too excited about something that wasn't veggies for my own good."

Jenny chuckled and patted his cheek. "I have something I think you might like," she said.

Jenny disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes and then came back with a huge pecan pie. She motioned to Fred with her head. "Grab the plates, hun. The forks are right beside them too."

Fred disappeared into the kitchen as Jenny sat the pie on the table. She grabbed the knife from the pile in Fred's hands when he came back through again, and handed it to Randy. "If you wouldn't mind cutting the pie. I would sure appreciate it."

Randy grinned and plunged the knife into the concoction of eggs, sugar and pecans. It was one of his favorite desserts, and Jenny knew that. He cut himself a huge slice to first, and Tanner reached over and popped him on the arm. 

"Pig! Leave some for the rest of us."

Randy looked completely unrepentant. "There's plenty for everyone. But pecan is my favorite."

Jenny chuckled. "It's okay, Tanner. I knew Randy would make sure to get himself a big enough piece that I won't have to fight Fred to stay out of it tomorrow."

Randy shoveled the huge piece of pie he'd cut for himself onto a plate, and then grinned at everyone. "Who else would like a piece?"

Tanner popped him again and chuckled. "We all do you big oaf. But don't cut us pieces big enough to feed the whole lacrosse team."

Randy cut the pie into reasonable slices. "Nope, there are guys on the lacrosse team who could eat the whole pie."

Randy slipped the knife under each piece of pie and deftly moved each one to the plates Jenny had placed beside him. Soon the only sounding the room was the contented sounds of four people enjoying excellent pie. 

A short time later Randy was noisily scraping his plate for the last bits. If they had been alone in their apartment he would have licked the plate clean. But he kept up at least a few manners while he was at Jenny and Fred's house. He grinned at the trio and grinned.

"This was an excellent meal! Easily in my top ten."

Jenny smiled and waved her hand at Randy. "Oh, you're just trying to flatter an old woman."

Randy grinned. "Is it working?"

"Young man, you need to stop flirting with my wife," said Fred.

Randy glanced over, Fred grinned and winked at him.

Then Jenny reached out and patted the back of Fred's hand before she looked at the boys and smiled. "We wanted to talk to you about something, boys."

Randy and Tanner exchanged glances. "Yes, ma'am?"

Fred slid his hand across the table and rested it on Jenny's. He smiled and nodded at her. A smile came to her face without the need to look at Fred. "Well, we wanted to give you boys something."

Tanner shook his head. "You don't need to give us anything. We love it that you've been so good to us."

Jenny leaned forward and patted each of their hands. "Oh it's not much. But it means a lot to us. We know you're leaving so we wanted to give you something to remember us by."

Randy looked at Jenny and Fred, the expression on his face was one of concern. "Ya'll okay? Is there anything we can do to help?"

Fred waved his hand at Randy and chuckled. "Oh, heavens. It's nothing like that. We just want you to have our old wedding rings. They're plain and we replaced them with new ones years ago. So they've just been sitting in a drawer. We thought you could have them recast or something."

Randy and Tanner looked at each other and then the older couple. "We can't take your wedding rings."

Jenny grinned and patted Randy's hand. "Nonsense. Who else would we give them to? You boys are the closest we've ever had to children."

She walked to the china cabinet and pulled out one of the drawers. She lifted out a small box, walked back and handed it to Tanner. He flipped up the lid and peered inside. Nestled against a bed of cotton were two plain gold bands. 

When Tanner looked up, there were tears streaming down his face. Randy was barely keeping his own emotions from overflowing too. He looked at the couple.

"This is really too much. You sure you want to do this?"

Jenny nodded and grinned. "Absolutely. We've talked it all through. We want you to have them."

Tanner grabbed Randy's hand and squeezed it. They turned their tear stained faced to the older couple.

"We would be honored. And no, we're never melting them down."

#

Randy sat looking at the envelope with its distinctive orange print. It had arrived with today's mail. The mail carrier had no idea that he was holding their lives in his shoulder bag. Randy had spotted it immediately, and knew what it had to be—Tanner's notification about veterinary school. 

Randy had struggled with texting Tanner to let him know. But he'd want Randy to open it and tell him what it said. Randy thought Tanner was perfect, but someone else might not see the perfection. He didn't want to text that kind of news to Tanner. So, Randy had been forced to sit in the same room with the letter all afternoon while he waited for Tanner to come back from class.

His nerves were shot when he heard the click of the door. Randy rocketed out of the chair, his books flying everywhere, and yanked the door open. Under any other conditions he would have laughed at the expression on Tanner's face. But he was too anxious.

"It came. Open it!"

He thrust the envelope in Tanner's hand and then crossed his arms over his chest. Randy was about to burst with expectation but was trying to be cool about it. Tanner stood in the open doorway and studied the letter in his hand. He looked back at Randy, and the fear was plain on his face. He tapped the side of it against his palm a few times, obviously hesitant to open the packet.

"Open it already, dammit!"

Tanner lifted his pocketknife from the bowl he'd dropped everything into last night and pulled open the blade. Carefully, he pressed it back along the seal and slit the paper open. He eased open the top as if he were questioning that its contents were safe. Randy began to fidget in anticipation.

Finally Tanner slipped the letter out, and unfurled it slowly. His eyes scanned down the page. The anticipation was tearing Randy up. After what seemed like a millennium to Randy, Tanner looked up. At first his face held no expression, then a smile exploded with the intensity of July sun in Oklahoma. The next words were some of the sweetest Randy had ever heard.

"I got in."

The simple statement seemed to bounce around the room. Echoing and multiplying until it filled their apartment. Then the world stood still for just an instant, before Randy screamed out. 

"You're in! You're in!"

He grabbed Tanner around the waist and yanked him tight. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he spun Tanner around the room. After a minute or two, he dropped Tanner and started covering his face with kisses. 

"Holy crap! Let me breathe."

Randy gave Tanner a little space, but refused to let him go. "So, what did they say? We need to frame this sucker."

Tanner chuckled and scanned down the page again. "They just congratulated me on getting in, gave me some dates for orientation, general form letter kind of stuff."

"They can do all the form letter kind of stuff they'd like. So long as it says you got in vet school!"

Tanner grinned and pulled Randy into a tight hug. "It does, and I did."

"We have to go celebrate. Steak, shrimp, whatever you want."

Still grinning Tanner replied, "Steak. I like beef."

Randy snickered. "Yes, yes you do. I think we can take care of that too.

A soft voice drifted through the open door. "Boys? Everything okay?"

Randy sprinted to the landing to see Jenny staring up at them with a concerned look on her face. "No. Everything is great! Tanner got accepted into vet school. We're going to go out and celebrate, would you and Fred like to go with us?"

She smiled and waved her hand at them. "Oh heavens no. You boys go celebrate. Tell Tanner congratulations from us."

#

Tanner sat on the edge of the bed pulling off his boots. Their evening had been outstanding, and Randy had taken him to the best steak house in Oklahoma City. Tanner enjoyed every bite, but even more he relished the weight of not knowing from his shoulders. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, working his head from right to left to loosen his muscles. He felt Randy's hands on his bare skin and turned to smile.

"You keep that up and I might just let you stay."

Randy leaned down and kissed Tanner on the back of his neck. "I'm so proud of you. It's going to be so fun at state."

Tanner leaned back against Randy and sighed. "I'm so happy, and so glad I'm with you."

Randy's hands ran under Tanner's arms and caressed his chest. Randy found his nipples and tweaked them. Electric pulses ran through Tanner and he sighed softly. He relaxed under the attention and soon closed his eyes to enjoy what Randy was doing. After a few minutes, the movement stopped, and Randy moved away. He turned in time to see Randy's clothes flying across the room. He was back on the bed in seconds, holding Tanner against his now naked torso. 

Tanner sighed, he could feel Randy's hardness pressing against his back. He turned and took Randy in his arms and kissed him hard. "I love you. Thank you for putting up with me while we waited."

Randy slid his hands over Tanner's back and slid them lower until he was cupping Tanner's tight butt. He squeezed and leaned down to kiss along Tanner's neck.

"You know you're about to get fucked if you don't stop."

Randy chuckled. "Well damn, it took you long enough."

Tanner laughed and stepped off the bed. He grinned at Randy as he popped open the button on his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His briefs followed shortly afterward, his cock hovering in front of him. He climbed back onto the bed and pushed Randy backward until he fell back. Tanner crawled after his husband, and lay across him. Randy's hard cock pressed against his own created a tingle inside Tanner that left him struggling for control. 

He lay across Randy as their crotches ground against each other. Soft moans were coming from Randy as the heat built inside Tanner. The passion was building as Randy took his nipples between his fingers and twisted them.

"Ah fuck, that feels good."

Randy twisted them again and then bit into Tanner's shoulder and started sucking. The electric jolt went through Tanner. He moaned loudly as he bounced against Randy. They held each other. Their hairy naked bodies grinding against each other as their passion built. 

Tanner slid down, sucking and biting each of Randy's nipples until the volume of moans coming from Randy was filling the apartment. Tanner slid over Randy's crotch, only leaving a passing swipe with his tongue as he moved lower. He slipped between Randy's spread legs and began licking on his nuts. He tongued the heavy orbs until they were tucked tight against his hard shaft. Tanner slipped lower and wiggled the tip of his tongue against Randy's flexing ass. 

"Ah, shit. That's it," Randy said.

Tanner pried Randy's cheeks apart and sank his tongue inside. The tight heat drove him harder as he rimmed Randy. The minutes slid past as Tanner feasted. He slid his tongue deep inside until Randy was begging.

"Please. Come on. Quit teasing."

Tanner smirked and reached up to grab the lube they kept beside the bed. He coated Randy's ass and then himself. Tanner pressed his cock against Randy's hole. He teased for a moment, then buried himself deep inside.

"Ah shit." Randy sighed.

Tanner paused for a moment, then started pounding. In seconds the two merged into a writhing muscular mass with cries and moans coming from them both. Tanner's muscular butt drove his cock into Randy again and again. The heat and grip of Randy's butt on him was driving him to the edge. He could feel the sweet sting of pain as his nuts slapped against Randy. 

Suddenly Randy's strong hands were over him and the touch of his hot hands across Tanner's skin was the final push. With a grunt he thrust in hard and pinned himself inside Randy. His body began to shake as the euphoria overtook him. Soon his body was twitching madly as he emptied himself into Randy. The pleasure crested and fell, never wanting it to end, but knowing that it would. In a short time the waves slowed and a sense of contentment surrounded him as the last of his load flowed out.

Tanner ran his hands over Randy, his breathing labored as he returned to this world. He smiled at the sensation of Randy's hard cock pressing against his stomach, even harder than before. Tanner pressed his softening cock in again, and then slowly let it slip out. 

He began fingering Randy as he curled down and sucked the head of his leaking dick into his mouth. The sweet taste of the clear elixir was heaven to Tanner. As he moved, he was banging his fingers against Randy's filling prostate. Randy's hands wrapped around his head, urging him on as he thrust into Tanner's mouth.

The combination didn't take long before he felt Randy sudden tense. Tanner pulled almost off before the first volley filled his mouth. He swallowed, trying to keep up, but a thin trickle of cum slipped from his lips. The moment stretched out as Tanner drank down Randy's pungent essence. He sucked and licked, seeking out each particle, until Randy dropped his hips to the bed and squirmed. 

"Stop, stop! That's enough."

Tanner laughed and crawled back onto his husband's body to press their lips together. Tanner ran his fingers over Randy's dark blond hair. 

"That was amazing, as always," Tanner whispered.

Randy chuckled. "I'm still shaking all over. That's a sure sign that I've been royally fucked."

Tanner chuckled and kissed Randy's chin. "I always knew you were royalty."

Randy smiled and wrapped his arms around Tanner. "We won't be here much longer. We can help the girls move in so Fred and Jenny don't have a lag time."

Tanner kissed the side of Randy's neck and then snuggled in against him. "That sounds good. We can borrow Dad's stock trailer to haul our stuff up there. We can get everything we need in one load."

"Sounds like we've got everything planned out," said Randy.

Tanner chuckled. "I hate to break this to you, babe. But we are more the 'let 'er rip' crowd."

Randy chuckled. "I suppose we do kind of draw drama to us."

Tanner kissed him and sighed. "So long as you're with me, everything's cool."

With a kiss, Randy wrapped his arms around Tanner. "You've always got me. Never fear, Randy is here."

Tanner chuckled as the two of them drifted into a well-deserved peaceful sleep, ready to face the world, together.

END