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Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 01

By: reddirtwriter



This series is a sequel to my earlier "Wrangler Butts" series. While this is written as an independent series some things will be clearer if you've read the earlier series first. 



Darrin woke to Mitch's panicked shouts and the sight of their bedroom walls painted red from a horizon engulfed in fire. Still trying to completely comprehend what was happening, he stumbled across the floor searching for clothes and boots in the bedroom he shared with his husband, Mitch. He faintly heard the stomp of Mitch wrestling on his boots and then racing for the door.

"Come on!" yelled Mitch. "It's a damn grass fire!"

"Go! Get that stack of blankets in the pickup! I'll be there in a second," answered Darrin.

Only barely aware of Mitch's rush out the door, Darrin sprinted after him once he had yanked on his jeans and boots. Vaulting from the porch, he jumped into the pickup just as Mitch rammed it into reverse. In seconds they were speeding down a dusty county road toward the raging crimson monster. Darrin had never seen a fire this large. The entire western sky seemed skirted with a red wall of flame. The pickup fishtailed around a hairpin curve; jolting Darrin out of his fascination with the beast and back into the danger they were racing toward. Sliding the pickup in beside a grassfire pumper truck, they both vaulted from the vehicle. The volunteer firemen were making the final check of their equipment as one of them looked up and nodded in acknowledgment of their arrival. Finishing his task at hand, the fireman sprinted over to the pair and filled them in on the strategy for this firefight.

Mitch piled in a pickup with a group trying to keep the flames from reaching a canyon lined with cedar, which would go up like a roman candle if the fire reached it. Darrin watched for a few second as they sped toward the fire line and then turned to clamber onto the pumper. 

The rest of the night was a blur of smoke and flames as hundreds of acres of tinder-dry grass burned. Darrin was pushed to the limits of his endurance numerous times as the crew he was with advanced and retreated against this enemy. But as the brilliant orange dawn crept across the Oklahoma sky, he could see that they had won. He was concerned about Mitch, but the report they had received indicated no injuries. But he was still eager to see Mitch for himself. He couldn't help but worry. That was his part of the marriage, right? 

Darrin waved to his new friends as they drove off. He chuckled to himself in amusement at how 6 hours of fighting could cement a new friendship. He had hoped that Mitch would already be waiting, but after a quick check he realized that wasn't the case. So he dropped the tailgate and eased his tired body down to wait. As the dim predawn slid into morning, Darrin realized that as far as he could see to the west was a charred black wasteland. The fire crews had saved the one house he could see, but the pasture was a total loss. Once the enormity of the disaster revealed itself to Darrin, his level of worry for Mitch increased. He knew Mitch would be expecting to find him here, but he really wanted to search for his missing husband.

Just as he was about to try to find him anyway, he saw a hard-used pickup top the rise and barrel down the dusty road toward him. Once it was close enough for him to spot in the passenger seat, he was able to relax. As they got closer Darrin had to smile as he watched Mitch's animated gestures that he was sure were punctuating whatever they were discussing. The driver slowed to pull in beside Darrin and both men stepped out of the truck without a pause in the conversation.

"Now Doug, you gotta be reasonable. We don't have any livestock right now so the grass is just fire hazard," said Mitch as they walked back to Darrin.

"No, think about it. I'd rather pay you for pasture than truck in hay. Lord knows it's easier to open a gate and let them on your place than hay 'em until it rains."

"Alright, alright. I give," said Mitch throwing up his hands in surrender. "You give us whatever you feel is fair for the pasture and we'll call it good."

The older cowboy nodded in agreement and then turned to introduce himself to Darrin.

"Hi, name's Doug Parker. And apparently I'm leasing pasture from you, in spite of your partner's poor bargaining skills."

Darrin chuckled as he took the offered hand and shook it. "Yeah, he sometimes is a bit hard headed. I believe his mother said he would argue with a fence post if it would argue back."

Doug laughed, "I can believe it! I think a few of those flare-ups he stopped through pure force of will."

Darrin looked startled, "Why, what happened?"

Mitch answered quickly, "Nothing Darrin, no need to worry."

"Nothing?" said Doug, "Chuck would disagree. You pretty much saved his bacon!"

Darrin turned to Mitch with a raised eyebrow. "Oh really? We'll talk about this when we get home . . . dear."

Darrin realized what he had done about the same time a booming laugh erupted from Doug. Glancing over, Doug saw the looks on each of their faces at Darrin's slip, which only drove him to new levels of laughter. As he regained his composure he winked at Mitch.

"It's nice to know that you guys don't get out of your share of the 'yes, dear' moments," said Doug with a chuckle. "But I need to git home or I'll be having my own moment with the missus. It was great to meet you both and I'll move the cows over later today."

Mitch nodded, recovered from the awkwardness of a few moments before. "Sounds good, just let us know if you need help."

Doug nodded and waved to them both as he crawled back into his pickup, and he was soon a cloud of dust disappearing into the distance. Once the neighbor was out of sight Darrin rounded on Mitch, crossing his arms across his chest.

"What happened? And don't bullshit me, you know someone will tell me the whole thing," said Darrin.

"The fire got too close to one of the guys and I pulled him out. It wasn't that big of a deal. Honest," replied Mitch.

Darrin caught Mitch's wrist and turned it to survey the damage. With a glance he saw that the normally dense dark hair on Mitch's forearms had been singed off. Looking up he locked eyes with Mitch.

"How close, Mitch?" asked Darrin in a heavy tone.

"Umm, pretty close."

"Uh-huh, and how close was that?"

Mitch pulled his arm back, unconsciously covering it. "Close enough to burn the hair off my arms, ok. But I wasn't going to let the guy die. He was trapped in a tangle of cedars that all the sudden exploded in fire. I grabbed one of the wet blankets, wrapped up in it, and got him out. It really wasn't as bad as it sounds."

Darrin let out a sigh. "It was too fuckin' close. You could have gotten hurt."

"Just a light roasting," said Mitch with a laugh.

"Light roasting my ass. Get in the pickup and we'll get you home where I can look you over and see how bad it really is."

Once they arrived at the house, Darrin pushed Mitch into the bathroom and stripped off his shirt. His arms were pink from the burns and not only was his forearm hair gone, his eyebrows and hair were singed too. But Darrin could find no serious burns. Exhaling a sigh of relief he lowered himself to sit on the edge of the tub.

"Looks like you got off lucky again. Damn it though! You could have been hurt bad!" said Darrin in exasperation.

"But I wasn't, now was I, babe?" said Mitch. Looking at his arms that seemed to be getting redder by the minute he said, "But this does sting a little. I think a cool bath would feel good right now."

Darrin waved him out. "Go strip in the utility room. I'll draw the bath."

Darrin turned on the water, adjusting it until he was happy with the temperature. He watched silently as the huge claw-foot tub filled with water. He smiled that the one renovation they had been able to accomplish so far was this enormous tub. Other additions were coming, including a new shower for two. But they had only lived in the house for a few months, and he hadn't officially started his new job in the Agriculture Department at High Plains University. He checked the water again and was turning it off when he felt warm arms wrap around his waist. Turning he smiled at Mitch, who was one of the most beautiful men he'd ever seen. His short dark hair, sideburns and rough scruffy face definitely got Darrin's juices flowing. Letting his hand trail down Mitch's back, he cupped his hairy tight ass and kissed him gently on the lips.

"You might not want to start something you can't finish, good looking," said Darrin.

"And what makes you think I can't finish it?" asked Mitch as he ran his hands under Darrin's t-shirt.

Darrin sighed as Mitch's rough hands rubbed over his nipples. "Well you are the same color as the lobster we had over spring break. That's one reason you might not want to be bumping and grinding for a little while."

"Nah! I'm nowhere near that red. And you're a little pink yourself, College."

Darrin laughed, "A little, and you are going to have to stop calling me College now. I'm not a student any more."

Mitch lifted Darrin shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. "You're still college, you're just a professor now instead of a student."

Darrin's muttered reply drifted into a sigh as Mitch leaned in and started flicking his tongue over Darrin's nipples. Holding Mitch's head tightly, he relaxed and slowly rolled his head back as the pleasure swam across his nerves. Darrin's hands glided over the muscular expanse of back that he could reach, enjoying the feeling of warm skin as it passed under his fingertips. He gasped softly as Mitch's teeth closed on one of his erect nipples and he bit down slightly as his tongue danced over the tip. Darrin could feel his cock jump with each new sensation that was delivered. With a soft moan, he lifted Mitch's face and pressed their lips hard against each other. Slowly they separated, a single strand of saliva connecting their mouths.

"Let's get in the tub. I'm ready to get this nasty shit off me," said Mitch with a wink.

Darrin let his hands run down Mitch's bare body until he reached his target, Mitch's steel hard cock. He pumped it once, cock snot coating his hand as he skimmed his wet hand over the soft skin that sheathed Mitch's rigid dick. Darrin pushed the hard shaft down and then released it, smiling at the resounding pop it made when the boner slapped against Mitch's hairy belly. After a final kiss on the side of Mitch's neck, Darrin pushed him toward the tub.

"Get in. I'm right behind you," said Darrin.

He began stripping while he watched Mitch ease into the cool water. As the water lapped up on Mitch's hairy legs, crotch and finally torso, Darrin's cock was dancing with desire. Darrin moved to the back of the tub and slid in behind Mitch, his breath hissing with surprise at the cold water on his overheated body. Once he was submerged, Darrin sighed as the cool water took away a burn he hadn't realized existed. Working the soap into lather on his hands, he started gently washing Mitch, covering first his broad back and then his muscular chest with the cleaning froth. 

"How does that feel, babe? You're covered with smoke and grime," said Darrin.

"Yeah, that feels good. You're doing a great job."

Mitch relaxed against Darrin when the cleaning became more erotic as Darrin explored the amazing body that was resting on his chest. Darrin moved his hands to Mitch's pecs and then to his nipples. The gentle nipple play caused Mitch's cock to belch out more precum. Darrin let his hand slip lower, wrapping it around Mitch's cock as it floated above the water and stroked it slowly. Mitch let out a low moan as Darrin's fist started traveling up and down his hard shaft.

"Oh god. That feels so good. You keep that up and you'll have me unloading in no time."

"Do it, babe. Give me one of those Mitch eruptions that I love," said Darrin.

With that Darrin hand increased it's speed, soon jerking Mitch's cock furiously. As the hand job got closer to reaching it's desired effect, Darrin could feel Mitch brace his feet against the tub and drove his shoulder against Darrin's chest as his pelvis rose above the tub water. Mitch's muscles suddenly locked and his entire body trembled. Knowing he was about to get what he wanted, Darrin stopped flogging Mitch's cock and used his thumb to dig into the tender underside of the deep red head. 

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck! I'm coming!" Mitch said with a moan.

With that the first jet of white cream zipped across them both. Over and over again Mitch shot out massive volleys of cum. Exceeding even his normally generous loads, Mitch painted them both in ribbons of white. When the orgasm tapered off, Darrin caught the last oozing cum from Mitch's dick and tasted it. Once he had sucked his fingers clean he wiped up another pool and offered it to Mitch, who lunged forward and began nursing it off Darrin's finger.

Once Mitch had sucked Darrin's finger clean he release it with an audible pop. Twisting in the water he pushed Darrin up on the edge of the tub. Reaching up he grabbed Darrin's nuts and started stroking them with his thumb. Mitch surveyed his cum coated chest and then smiled at Darrin.

"Shoot on my face, baby. Give me your load."

"Oh god, that sounds fuck'n hot!" said Darrin.

Darrin wrapped his fist around his hard cock. Pressing it downward he rubbed it over Mitch's coarse stubble, reveling in the shock wave the abrasive face sent through Darrin's system. Again and again he rubbed his throbbing cock over his man's rough face, leaving a wide trail of precum with each swipe. Looking down, he slowly ran his free hand over Mitch's face as he started jerking faster. He knew he wouldn't last long after the fun they had already shared. Soon his nuts were hugging his shaft, his eyes locked shut, while he enjoyed the sensation of his own hand flying over his steel hard cock. Just as he was reaching the edge, he felt a hot tongue run over his tight nuts. 

"Oh! Fuck! Yesss," said Darrin with a hiss.

His load exploded from his cock. Darrin felt his body tense and then release as the first shot spewed from his cock. Smiling he watched through thin slits while his convulsing body left trail after trail of baby batter on Mitch's face. Darrin's body trembled from the release as the last cum oozed from his slit. Reaching a trembling hand to his husband he slowly ran his fingers over Mitch's cum smeared face.

"Damn," said Darrin with a sigh, "That was amazing."

Mitch laughed, "You always say that."

Darrin chuckled and lowered himself back into the tub. Nestling Mitch's face between his hands he softly kissed his sexy partner. "That's because it's always amazing. Each time is different, but god it's so good."

Mitch laughed and pulled Darrin close, splashing him with water. "Come on, sex maniac. We need to wash the cum off us before it dries and we're peeling it off."

Darrin nodded in agreement and he tossed Mitch a bar of soap as they quickly cleaned themselves.



Pulling on his jeans, Darrin glanced at Mitch. "I'm starved, and I don't want to cook. You wanna try that café south of the ranch? We keep saying we're going to eat there but never have."

Mitch paused for a minute as he pulled on his shirt. "That sounds like a great idea. I'm hungry and I'll pass on the cooking duties too."

The last elicited a soft chuckle from them both. Neither of them wanted to chance Mitch's questionable cooking skills. Hunger had them hustling to get dressed and they were soon headed toward their destination. Darrin watched as pasture and wheat fields rolled past. Lucky, he decided that was sure the word for it. They were really lucky to have found a place where they both could be doing what they wanted. With his freshly finished doctorate in Animal Science, he had found a dream job at a small university in southwestern Oklahoma. Mitch had also recently finished his masters, sharing an office was how they had met, and wanted his own ranch. The purchase of their current home and the 1,000 acres that came with it had more than met his wants. That both of them had what they wanted had given them the gift of being able to stay together without either of them comprising their dreams. During the past few months they had spent almost every waking hour working to get the ranch back in working order. But Darrin would be starting his job soon and the majority of the ranch work would fall to Mitch. Darrin smiled and decided that last night's fire had forced them to meet more of their neighbors than they had managed since they had arrived. Darrin was jolted from his thoughts as Mitch pulled into the café parking lot.

"We're here," said Mitch.

"Yup," agreed Darrin, "We are."

They both sat quietly for a few minutes. Neither of them had acknowledged that part of the reason they had not made more efforts to meet anyone was they were not certain what kind of reception they would get. While they hated to admit it, they saw some validity in the stereotype that small town people were not as accepting of same-sex marriages. But they had faced prejudice before and survived it intact. Both flashed a smile to the other with the silent promise that no matter what happened they would be there for each other.

Jumping out of the pickup they walked into the café. Looking around it felt like they had walked into scene straight out of the 1960's. The place was packed, mostly with men catching up on the local gossip while they had their morning breakfast. A few women were also scattered around the room, most of them looked to be ranchers wives. The few heads that turned when they walked in the room paused briefly and then smiled in their direction. Darrin was relieved when the room didn't change perceptibly. Once they had settled into an empty booth, the waitress appeared and it was all Darrin could do to not laugh. She looked just like Flo in the old sitcom "Alice", complete with the beehive hairdo and popping gum. His thoughts must have been evident on his face because he suddenly got the point of Mitch's boot raking across his shin. Jumping a little, he got himself under control quickly. But once the waitress began speaking Darrin had to grin, she made him feel right at home.

"Mornin' ya'll. Ain't seen you around these parts before. Well, welcome! Ya'll want some coffee, juice or somethun else?" said the waitress.

"Coffee would be great," said Mitch.

"Can I get a coke?" asked Darrin.

"Sure! We got Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Coke, and diet of most of 'em too."

"Coke would be great," said Darrin with a smile. He'd forgotten that 'coke' was the local term for soft drinks. He couldn't help but smile though. After she had walked away Mitch leaned across the table and smacked his arm.

"Stop it, you dumb ass," whispered Mitch.

"What? What'd I do?"

"You know what. You were laughing at her."

"I was not! I just thought she was . . . cute," said Darrin.

Mitch rolled his eyes and then looked at Darrin again. "Well don't make fun of people. We have enough problems without borrowing more."

She was back shortly with their drinks, took their orders and then hustled off to wait on her other customers. Mitch and Darrin were discussing last night's excitement when they sensed a presence coming toward them. Together they looked up and saw a large man in a sheriff's uniform moving closer. Darrin's hope that he was going to bypass them evaporated when he grabbed a chair and pulled it to the end of their booth. As he straddled the chair backwards Darrin could tell this wasn't someone you wanted to mess with.

"Hey boys. Hope you don't mind me crashing your breakfast for a few minutes," he said and then smiled, "Don't worry. You haven't done anything wrong. I just wanted to visit."

"Sure Sheriff. Let me get you a cup of coffee," Mitch started to signal the waitress and the Sheriff stopped him as he shouted across the room.


Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 01



"Hey Nina, could you bring me some coffee? I don't want to fall asleep while I'm visiting with these two young'uns." He turned and smiled at the couple, "Last night was kinda late for an old man."

Mitch and Darrin both chuckled at being called young'uns, but they were only in their late 20's. So by comparison they could understand the moniker. But it didn't eliminate their underlying concern about why local law enforcement wanted to talk with them. They sat quietly and sipped their drinks as they waited for the Sheriff to settle in with his coffee.

As the white ceramic mug clinked onto the table, the Sheriff began.

"The name's Jim White Cloud. I'm the Sheriff for this county. I just wanted to let you know that was an impressive rescue last night. Chuck wouldn't be among the living today if it weren't for you." 

Mitch flushed and waved his hand. "He would have been fine. There were other people who would have got him out. I just happened to be the closest."

"Not what I heard," said Jim, "I heard you grabbed a blanket, soaked it and you jumped into a cluster of burning cedars and dragged Chuck out. Is that pretty much it?"

Mitch nodded, not knowing what to say in response. "Yeah, I guess that's pretty accurate."

Jim nodded and smiled, "Well Chuck is glad you were close enough to save his bacon." He turned and looked at Darrin, "I heard you worked your ass off on the spray rig too."

Darrin nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "We were just trying to help out."

"Well you two boys have made a good impression around here. People in these parts put a lot by helpin' out neighbors. Personally I'm glad to have some Two-Spirits again. It just isn't right otherwise."

Mitch looked at Darrin, who shrugged in response to the unasked question.

"What's a 'Two-Spirit'?" asked Darrin.

Jim smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I guess you boys might not be familiar with the term." He paused for a minute to collect his thoughts and then began to unwind his story.

"Well boys, a lot of the native tribes recognized more than just male and female. Some of them had three or four terms for gender. Those people were generally looked upon as special, unique, and in some tribes holy. So a man who is attracted to other men is considered to have some of the spirit of a woman. It didn't have anything to do with masculinity, just preference. But they were said to carry two spirits, so that's where the term comes from. The Kiowa tribe, which I'm a member of, is from this area and we haven't had any Two-Spirits in years. They bring a different view that we need around here, you know what I mean?" Jim looked at the two men to see if they were following.

Darrin and Mitch both slowly nodded. Taking in this new information and the revelation that, at least to some people, their arrival was welcome.

Jim smiled, took a slow sip of coffee and continued, "You see, native people saw Two-Spirits as more connected to the spirit world, having more insight, since their personality comes from both sides. Sometimes they would become healers, or councilors, or just a good omen. So yes, I'm glad to see a Two-Spirit couple in the area. I think it's a good thing."

Darrin and Mitch slowly ate their breakfast, absorbing everything Jim had said. One concern they had both had about moving to a small town in southwestern Oklahoma was the potential for bigotry. But from what Jim was saying, that might not be as large of a problem as they had originally thought. A question occurred to Darrin.

"Wait, how'd you know we were a couple? I thought we were doing a pretty good job of keeping it under our hats."

Jim laughed this time, almost spilling his remaining coffee, "Son, you live next to the biggest gossip in the county. I'm sure by now Doug's 'Dear' story had been spread to everyone he knows."

He paused a moment and smiled, "Don't be mad at Doug though, he thought it was sweet."

"Oh jeez!" moaned Mitch.

"Oh don't fret so, it wasn't like it was a surprise to anyone who has been paying attention. You boys been out at that ranch working for months, and no one has seen you with a girl. I mean we might be country, but we ain't stupid," said Jim with a smile.

"So, we are going to be. . . welcome?"

"Son, we're just people and some of the ones around here have some of the most asinine ideas. But most are glad you're here, and especially after last night, you are more than welcome. Some of the old biddies over at the Baptist church might have a huff or two in your direction but that's just until they find something else to ruffle their feathers. They don't mean no harm, they're just old and have way too much time on their hands."

Darrin smiled in recognition of the trait as he heard Mitch's soft chuckle. Looking at the Sheriff, Mitch nodded, "Well if there's anything we can do to help you. Just let us know."

Jim smiled, "Be careful what you offer. People around here will take you up on an offer like that."

"Good, that's exactly how it was meant," said Mitch with a definitive nod.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine around here," Jim said with a nod. "Well boys I best get goin'. Take care and we'll see you soon."

The guys echoed the Sheriff's pleasantries and then quietly finished their meal. As they drove back to the ranch they both were thinking about the events that had just unfurled. Eventually Darrin looked over at Mitch.

"Well. That was interesting."

"Yeah, not really sure what to make of it. It sounds too good to be true, if you asked me," said Mitch.

"I know, but I guess we'll find out if he was just trying to set us up sooner or later."

"Yeah, time will tell I suppose," said Mitch.

"Well, we have too much to do to worry about it. As soon as we get back we need to . . ." and Darrin began to name off the things they needed to get done over the few days.



Darrin wiped the sweat from this face, his bare chest glistening with perspiration. He'd been working most of the afternoon cleaning up the small house that had came with the property. They didn't need the space right now, but he had pointed out to Mitch that it would work as a guesthouse if one of their families came to visit. But it was the last of a long list of chores he'd worked on that day and between the scorching Oklahoma heat and the backbreaking work, he was ready to call it a day. As he stood surveying the results of his effort, Mitch walked through the door. Darrin glance over at his man and couldn't help but smile. Mitch had also stripped to the waist at some point and his sexy chest hair was matted with sweat. Darrin caught a whiff of Mitch's sweat drenched body and felt his cock respond.

"Looks good!" said Mitch as he looked around the space.

Darrin scrutinized the newly painted and scrubbed accommodations. "Yeah, it cleaned up pretty well. It's small but for one person it should be fine."

"Bigger than a dorm room!" said Mitch with a laugh.

"That's true! But damn it's hot. We need to get a window unit before anyone can live in it," Darrin said and then motioned to himself. "Look at me. Every stitch of clothes I have on is soaked."

Mitch walked closer and ran his hands over Darrin's wet chest, smiling as the drenched hair matting further. Moving his hand behind Darrin's neck he pulled them together and kissed him softly. Darrin smiled and wrapped his arms around Mitch's muscular torso and pulled them together, their chests pressed against each other with their sweat mingling. With a look deep into Mitch's eyes, Darrin began kissing his man softly. Mitch tilted his head to the side, enjoying it as Darrin kissed his way down Mitch's exposed neck. Darrin ran his hands down Mitch's back and into his jeans. He felt hands caressing his hairy ass and smiled as a soft moan escaped from Darrin's lips. Mitch knew the strong smells that had ripened on him today only served to excite Darrin more. Soon they had entered their own world as they explored each other, reveling in a shared passion that used all their senses. Mitch felt Darrin's lips part slightly and he sensuously slid his tongue inside, tasting and exploring the recesses it found. After several minutes of shared passion they separated, both panting with desire.

"You know, you stink," said Darrin.

"And I know you love my stink," replied Mitch. Mitch then raised his arm, exposing his sweat drenched armpit and pulled Darrin into it. Darrin let out a soft groan and then moved tight against Mitch and buried his face in the darkly-furred space. Mitch groaned as his lover slurped and licked through his dense pit hair. He knew Darrin was enjoying the tastes and odors of a day of hard work in the fierce Oklahoma sun. Mitch kept Darrin's face pinned against his sweaty armpit as the sweet sensations of warm wet tongue sent tingles coursing through him. Mitch smiled at the slightly stoned look on Darrin's face as they separated. Darrin stood panting while he looked at Mitch.

Mitch lowered his arms and grabbed the front of Darrin's jeans. Pulling Darrin to him, he opened the button and listened as the zipper slid down a few inches. He passionately kissed Darrin, his fingers drifted through the wiry hair that was released. Mitch let his free hand trail across Darrin's face as their kiss broke. He had always loved Darrin's closely trimmed goatee and his crystal blue eyes. He especially loved them when they were icy with lust like they were now. Mitch slipped both hands inside the grey jockstrap Darrin was wearing and fondled his hard shaft. As his kisses drifted down Darrin's chest, Mitch's thumb rubbed over Darrin's swollen cockhead and smeared the leaking precum over it. Darrin moaned in appreciation, his hips rhythmically thrusting forward as Mitch teased him, loving it when Darrin lost himself in their lovemaking. Mitch's lips closed around the pink nub protruding from Darrin's chest. The shudder that traveled through Darrin's body as a result made Mitch smile to himself. Wanting to push Darrin harder, Mitch closed his teeth around the nipple and bit down, letting his tongue dance over the trapped tit.

"Oh god! That feels good. Fuck you make me horny," said Darrin with a sigh.

Mitch released Darrin's nipple and slipped his hand around and grabbed Darrin's ass.

"You are smoking hot, babe. I love your hot body," said Mitch.

Darrin laughed softly, "Yeah, all the work you have lined up should keep me from getting the desk belly that most of the faculty have."

Mitch smiled as he continued to fondle Darrin, "Yeah, no middle age spread on my man. Or I'll have you out chasing cows every morning at 5am."

"Umm, for this, I'd get up at 4am."

Mitch released Darrin's butt and taking him by the hand pulled them into the tiny bedroom. Pushing Darrin onto the bed he grabbed one foot and then the other, removing boots and sweaty socks. He gently stripped Darrin, enjoying a slow piece-by-piece cadence of his efforts. Once Darrin was naked, Mitch ran his hands over his legs, enjoying the texture of Darrin's lower body. His hands traveled upward and rubbed his hands against Darrin's dangling testicles. Wrapping his fingers around Darrin's scrotum, Mitch trapped his nuts and gently tugged on them. Darrin's turgid dick flexed in response and belched out a wad of clear cock honey that slowly ran down its heavily veined surface and past the circumcision scar. Mitch smiled as Darrin began to thrash on the bed from his attention.

"Oh fuck, yes! That feels amazing. God babe, let me come," moaned out Darrin.

"Oh I don't think so, stud. I think I wanna piece of this grade A man ass."

"Shit yes! Fuck me baby. Juice me up good."

Mitch released his hold on Darrin's nuts. Stepping back he opened his pants and started to strip. He glanced up to see Darrin's watching him and slowed down, making it more of a strip tease for Darrin. But he found himself being turned on by his own sensual movements, his rock hard cock dripping by the time the last sock joined Darrin's clothes on the floor. Realizing they had forgotten lube, Mitch quickly retrieve a tube from the bathroom, knowing that Darrin would enjoy the sight of his hairy ass as it moved across the small room. Moving back to the bed he swatted Darrin's hip,

"On your knees, lover. I want a little doggie sex this afternoon."

Darrin smiled and moved into position, his knees spread as he kneeled on the edge of the bed. With his chest against the bed he opened his ass and presented his puckering pink eye for Mitch's inspection. Mitch leaned in and spat on Darrin's hole. Moving his hand over it he smeared the spit over his man's gateway until it was nicely swollen from the stimulation. Popping open the lube, he squirted out a generous dollop and then smeared it over Darrin's hole. He slowly worked first one and then two wet fingers into Darrin, enjoying the elastic sensation as Darrin's gateways opened for him. Mitch slowly finger fucked Darrin, watching as the body under him responded to the probing. As Darrin's moans escalated in volume and his body pushed back against his hand, Mitch let his fingers slip out of their hot sleeve. 

"Shit no! Put 'em back. Oh damn, baby, give me back your fingers."

Mitch smiled down at his panting lover without a sound. Coating three fingers, he slowly slid them into Darrin's receptive hole. Pumping them in a little and then letting them slide back Mitch was soon buried deep inside. He enjoyed the searing heat of Darrin's ass as he began finger fucking him in earnest. Soon Darrin's initial gasps of discomfort were replaced with animalistic sounds emerging from his lips. Mitch smiled as he watched Darrin try to force his fingers deeper inside his hungry ass. Eventually Mitch decided they were ready for the main event, and let his fingers slide slowly from Darrin's now throbbing ass.

"What do you want now, lover? You ready for some dick in your hungry ass?"

"Oh goddamn, Mitch. Fuck me! Shit, just shut up and fuck me!"

Mitch gripped his rock hard cock and zeroed in on Darrin's twitching hole. Rubbing the head up and down Darrin's slick trench, Mitch coated his cock with clear slippery gel. Pressing the dark red head of his cock against Darrin's hole he pressed in slowly. Mitch enjoyed the sensation as he slipped through Darrin's outer sphincter. The rumbling groan that emerged from Darrin's lips were a testament to the skill Mitch was showing. With his cock jammed between Darrin's two gates, Mitch bumped against the final entry into Darrin's hot ass. With each gentle thrust of his hips, another, louder, sound drifted from Darrin. 

"Goddamn! Put the fucker in already!" yelled Darrin.

Mitch grinned, clenched his ass cheeks and pushed past the last obstacle. Shoving forward relentlessly, he didn't stop until his coarse black pubs were grinding against Darrin's ass cheeks. Mitch sighed as Darrin's hot ass surrounded his hard cock. Without pausing he began to rotate his hips, exploring the depths of Darrin's gut with his rigid tool.

"Oh fuck, babe. Your ass feels so good and tight," said Mitch.

Darrin looked over his shoulder with a look of pure lust. "Good! Now fuck my ass. I want you to fuck the cum outta me!"

"Oh yeah, I can do that!"

With that Mitch pulled out slowly, until only his swollen glans was still inside. Pushing forward, he moaned loudly as the velvety smooth heat sheathed him again. Moving faster with each full thrust, Mitch targeted Darrin's prostrate. As he hit it, Darrin went wild under him. His body was thrashing at the sharp pleasure of his prostate being assaulted over and over again. The sweat ran off them as they merged into a hungry meld of passion. Darrin suddenly pressed back and screamed, his ass clamping down and pinning Mitch's invading pole.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck! I'm coming!" screamed Darrin.

Mitch gripped Darrin's hips tightly as he felt Darrin's ass rhythmically clamp onto his cock as Darrin's cum shot onto the bed. With a last convulsion of muscle the final measure of cum oozed from Darrin and he collapsed onto a bed coated with his own semen. 

"Damn," Darrin said as he panted, "You're an amazing lover."

Mitch growled, maintaining his grip on Darrin's hips.

"Yeah, I'm about to tear you a new ass!"

"Do it baby! Fuck me."

Mitch began a hedonistic display of lust as he pounded his thick cut cock into Darrin over and over again. The build up of passion was enough that he knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. After only few hard strokes Mitch felt his orgasm begin. Thrusting wildly, he pounded Darrin until he lost control and his cock began emptying the content of his balls into Darrin's gut. Mitch released a loud grunt as each shot rocketed from his slit. The wet sounds of his cock's movement in Darrin's ass slowly magnified as he filled it with white hot cum. When the last massive shot emptied from his cock, he fell across Darrin's back. Their rivulets of sweat merged as they gasped for air. As his breathing slowed to near normal, Mitch moved higher and kissed Darrin on the back of the neck.

"Damn, sex with you is amazing," said Mitch quietly.

Darrin's hands made a feeble attempt to lift his hand as incoherent muttering came from his mouth. Finally he was able to speak.

"Oh god, I've definitely been fucked. Damn, you are the amazing one," said Darrin with a moan.

Mitch chuckled and moved back slowly, his softening cock slithering from its wet lodging. Mitch smiled as a white stream oozed from Darrin's ass and then slid over his nuts and to the bed. He ran his fingers through the flow and then pushed some of it back into Darrin's ass with two fingers. He slowly started finger fucking Darrin again.

"Oh god no. I can't take another round right now. And this place is damn hot. Let's shower and get back to the house and AC."

Mitch chuckled and let his fingers slide out. "Yeah, it probably wouldn't be good for our bodies to be found and we'd died of heat stroke while fucking. Come on, I'll get the shower going."



Darrin and Mitch were cleaning up from supper when they heard the crunch of gravel as a car slowed to a stop in front of their house. Looking out the window Darrin glanced at Mitch.

"It's a county sheriff car."

"No shit? Wonder what's wrong now."

"I don't know, but it's Jim. He's climbing out of the car now. I guess we should see what he wants," said Darrin.

Pulling on their boots quickly, they opened the door as the Sheriff stepped on the porch. Looking up Jim smiled and tipped his hat to the pair.

"Howdy boys, sorry to intrude on you this way but . . ." he paused as if searching for words.

"Whatever we can help with Jim. Like I was saying at the café the other day," said Mitch.

"Well, I guess I'm here to see if you meant that. Cause I have a little problem in the back of my car."

They glanced over and realized that someone was seated in the back of the vehicle.

"What's going on? What did they do?" said Darrin.

"He. And far as I can tell he hasn't done anything," said Jim.

Mitch looked back at the Sheriff with a puzzled look. "Then why do you have him?"

"Well, interesting story there. The neighbor called it in, said there was all kinds of hell breaking lose at the kids house. So I went out to see what the problem was. Near as I can tell the parents found out the kid wasn't straight, and were beating the hell out of him."

"Sheriff, we aren't a home for every gay kid with family problems," said Mitch with a look of concern on his face.

"No, no. I understand you guys aren't the poster children for gay people everywhere. But you did say if you could help . . ."

Darrin sighed and rolled his eyes slightly, "Yeah, we did. How long are we talking about? Overnight?"

Jim looked over his shoulder and without meeting their eyes said, "Well he turns 18 in a couple of months."

"A couple of months! Fuck! There's no way," said Mitch in a barely controlled voice.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 01



"Now, now. Calm down. I'll look for somewhere else then. But can you keep him over the weekend? That'd give me some time."

Darrin stepped in, "Yes, he can stay here for that long. It'll be fine. We're both here for the next couple of days."

The Sheriff breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, this kid doesn't need to be bounced around too much. He won't admit his parents hit him. He says the injuries are from a kid at school. And he keeps muttering 'I'm going to hell' over and over."

Mitch and Darrin glanced at each other. Darrin flashed 'the look' at Mitch, and Mitch knew he was sunk. He recognized that as far as Darrin was concerned, this kid was staying as long as he needed. Mitch had to admit the kid's story sounded a lot like Darrin's, which wasn't pretty. With a slight sigh he turned to Jim.

"Alright. I'm not going to be the asshole who kicks the kid out again. But he's not going to fuckin' freeload off us. He's gotta work."

"Perfectly reasonable. Probably wouldn't be good for him to sit around and think about stuff too much right now anyway," said Jim. "Let me get the kid."

As the Sheriff walked back to his car, Mitch whispered to Darrin, "You so fuckin' owe me on this one!"

Darrin smiled and said, "Oh yeah, I'm well aware of that."

They both watched as the kid crawled out of the car and followed Jim to the porch. As he got closer Darrin could see that he was pretty tall, maybe taller than Darrin, which would put him over six feet, with a slender build. His body language telegraphed complete defeat as he moved toward them with a definite limp. Never looking up as he followed Jim, all Darrin could see was the top of his battered green John Deere cap. Pausing, Jim did introductions. "Guys, this is Joshua. Josh, this is Mitch and Darrin. They've agreed to let you stay with them for a bit."

Josh nodded without looking up. When Jim gave him a gentle nudge he almost whispered, "Yes sir."

"Well alright. I'll let ya'll to get settled in. If you need me just gimme a call," said Jim. 

Mitch looked at the kid who was being left with them and then at Jim. "Oh you can be sure of it, Sheriff."

Jim chuckled and walked off. While the sounds of his tires on gravel receded, Darrin had been watching Josh. He couldn't remember ever seeing anyone looking more dejected. His clothes were coated with dirt and other stains and all he had was a small gym bag that Darrin assumed was his clothes. Heaving a silent sigh, Darrin braced himself to handle the situation that he had gotten them into. 

"Alright Josh. Let's get you settled in and cleaned up," said Darrin.

"Yes sir," came the muttered reply.

"Josh," Mitch started, "It's ok. You're safe here."

The tall slender young man in front of them started trembling. "No sir. I'm gonna go to hell."

Mitch started at the reply but Darrin knew where this was coming from. "No Josh. You are not going to hell because you are attracted to other guys."

Josh's head suddenly snapped up with a look of disbelief, giving them the first view of his face. They both cringed at the massive bruise covering almost the entire left side of his face. It was far beyond a black eye, it looked like someone had beat on his face repeatedly. Quickly recovering, Mitch leaned in and took the gym bag from Josh's hand and then motioned him toward the house.

"Come on. We'll get something to eat and then you can clean up," said Mitch.

Josh followed them quietly and sat at the table while Mitch and Darrin grabbed the fixings for sandwiches. He quietly nibbled at the food when Darrin sat it in front of him but once past his initial hesitation, Josh fell on the food like a starving man. Mitch noticed once he relaxed, Josh seemed uncomfortable in the chair. When the last bite of food was gone from the table he looked at Josh and caught his eyes.

"What's wrong? You seem to be in pain."

Darrin watched Josh's eyes enlarged to saucers and his body freeze into place. He knew that Josh's clenched teeth were happening when he hit particularly sore spots on his butt. Josh wouldn't yet admit what happened but the moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes gave Darrin a pretty good idea. His suddenly closed eyes and full body shudder let Darrin know he was close to the end of his endurance. Josh's eyes flew open when he felt a hand clamp on his shoulder.

"Come on, Josh. Let me see how bad the damage is," said Darrin with a look of concern on his face.

He watched as the teenager's body sagged further when he could no longer keep up the stoic front and nodded his acquiescence. Darrin squeezed his shoulder as he stood up and gently pushed him to the guest bedroom. Part of Darrin thought it was stupid that they didn't just look at the damage in the kitchen so Mitch could help if needed. But he knew this kid's fragile ego couldn't take much more, and having two gay men checking his ass for wounds might be the final straw.

Once they were in the bedroom Darrin motioned Josh to the bathroom and showed him where the towels were stored. "Strip in the bathroom and then you can cover up with the towel and come out so I can take a look."

Josh nodded, the tears now silently running down his face as he waited for their revulsion once they found out what had happened to him. He shuffled into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He bit back cries of pain as he separated cloth from drying wounds. Once he finally got the last of his clothes removed he wrapped the towel around his small waist and stepped back into the bedroom. He looked at Darrin who motioned him to lay face down on the bed. 

Darrin had braced himself to see the aftermath of a beating, but already it was worse than he had imagined. Josh's back was covered with raised welts and black bruises. Darrin took the tips of his fingers and began to pull down the towel when he heard a sob.

"Please. Don't," said Josh in a whisper.

"Josh, it's not your fault. I just need to see if you need stitches or if we can doctor you here," said Darrin.

Josh nodded once and buried his face in the pillow to absorb his sobs as Darrin exposed his butt. A gasp escaped Darrin when he saw the kid's rear. It was a maze of cuts and dark colored bruises, with a few deep punctures. Darrin was so overwhelmed that he wasn't sure where to begin. Finally, without thinking, he asked the question Josh didn't want asked.

"What happened to you? And don't tell me it was at school because this is from a beating. What did they hit you with?"

"A belt . . ." said Josh around sobs.

"And? This wasn't just from a belt."

"Yeah, it was. But sometimes it was with the buckle."

"The buckle . . ." said Darrin quietly as it dawned on him, "A trophy buckle. The hook made the holes."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Josh, who did this. Did your dad beat you like this," asked Darrin.

Josh shuddered, "Some of it was Dad, Mom's the one who used the buckle end on me."

Darrin shuttered and shook his head. "Ok. Well you need some antibiotic cream on them. But first you need to clean up. Take a shower, there's some antibacterial soap under the sink that you can use. Yell when you're out and I'll doctor the cuts," said Darrin

Josh nodded, not trusting his voice. Darrin waited for a minute and then slipped out of the room. Walking back into the living room he saw Mitch looking at him.

"He'll be ok. But he's been beaten pretty bad."

"What's he doing now?" asked Mitch.

"Showering. He was covered with dirt, dried blood and who knows what else. So I told him to take a shower and then I'd use the antibiotic ointment on him," Darrin smiled at Mitch. "I gave him your fancy antibacterial soap to use too. So I guess I owe you even bigger."

Mitch rolled his eyes and then sighed. "He probably needed it worse that I do at this point. What are we going to do with him."

"Well first you're going to give him some of your briefs that are too small," Darrin said with a gleam in his eyes. "And then he's going to get some sleep. I'm no shrink, but I think he's at the end of his rope."

Mitch stomped off with mutters of mutiny, but was soon back with a pair of white briefs. "Here," he said as he tossed them to Darrin. "But it's your loss. 'Cause now you can't rip the tiny underwear off my ass and fuck me."

Darrin chuckled and opened the briefs, which were small but would probably fit Josh's slender teenage body perfectly. Looking back at Mitch he chuckled. "They're going for a good cause. And I can fuck your ass with or without ripping off your clothes first."

Mitch finally broke his frown and chuckled. "You better check on your child. The shower is off."

Darrin nodded and went back down the hall. Knocking on the door, he asked. "Josh, can I come in?"

"Ah, yeah. I suppose."

Darrin opened the door to see Josh standing in front of him. With his hair ruffled from the towel drying and the dirt and grime washed off, Josh definitively looked young. His smooth face and almost hairless body made him look younger than his true age. The only hint at puberty was a thick dark treasure trail that plunged downward from just under his navel. Realizing that he was still very nervous, Darrin smiled slightly and motioned to the bed. 

"Lay down again and I'll get the stuff to put on them."

Darrin walked into the bathroom as Josh crawled onto the bed. Moving back to the side of bed, he flicked back the towel and surveyed the injuries. With the dirt gone they seemed even more prominent and Darrin quickly and quietly administered the ointment to them. As he finished the last one he asked.

"Want me to do the ones on your front? Roll over and we can wrap this up pretty quick."

"No!" Josh almost squeaked. "I mean. I'll do it. I can reach those."

Darrin smiled and laid the tube beside the bed, putting the underwear with it. "Yeah, you're probably right. I left some of Mitch's old briefs. They're clean and too small for him. I wasn't sure if you needed a clean pair or not."

Josh gulped and nodded, silently acknowledging the gift. Darrin left without pushing the issue. He smiled at Mitch as he sat beside him on the couch. Lying against his husband, he enjoyed the faint musky scent that Mitch always seemed to have.

"How is he?" said Mitch.

"Better I think," said Darrin with a laugh. 

"What's so funny?"

"I think he had an erection. He didn't want to turn over and let me do the cuts on his chest and the front of his legs."

Mitch laughed, "You do that have effect on people. I know you touching my ass would give me a boner."

Darrin swatted his lover on the shoulder with a chuckle, "A strong wind gives you a boner, you horn dog."

Mitch made a barking noise that caused them both to laugh. They talked about the day and how many things they needed to finish before Darrin started work on Monday. Eventually they saw the lights go out in the spare bedroom.

"Looks like he's going to sleep. I think it's time for us to go too," said Mitch.

Darrin stifled a yawn and nodded. "Yeah, come on my sexy man. I'm ready for some serious spooning."

Mitch grinned and helped pull Darrin to his feet. They quickly went through their nightly ritual and crawled into bed. Both had stopped wearing clothes at night as they discovered that they enjoyed their bare bodies against each other as they slept. Even more than normal Darrin enjoyed Mitch wrapping his muscular arm around his chest and spooning against him. Darrin drifted off feeling very safe and secure, protected from the kind of prejudice that Josh had been dealt.



Darrin woke the next morning to find they had kicked all the covers off the bed and that his morning wood was wedged between Mitch's ass cheeks. Still partly asleep he started moving it slowly up and down, the precum that was flowing coating the hairy furrow of Mitch's ass.

"Grab the lube and get busy, stud," said Mitch in a gravely voice.

Darrin grabbed the bottle of lube and pumped a few squirts into his hand. Slathering it over Mitch's asshole, he let first one and then two fingers slip into the slick opening. After several minutes of slow finger fucking Darrin let his fingers slide out and he added more lube and soon wedged three slick fingers inside Mitch's hairy ass. On his side Mitch groaned softly as his lover's thick fingers penetrated. Enjoying the lazy motions of early morning sex he slid his top leg up higher to give Darrin better access. Soon his ass felt like gelatin and he needed the hard cock that Darrin was holding for him.

"Throw me a fuck, baby. I need your hard cock inside me," said Mitch with a growl.

Darrin wiggled in close until he was spooning Mitch again. Gripping Mitch's tight hips he pushed forward, never stopping until his pubic hair was grinding against Mitch's ass. They luxuriated in the slow early morning fuck as Darrin's swollen cock explored the depths of Mitch's ass. Darrin wrapped his arms around Mitch's chest and ran his thumbs over his distended nipples while he slowly pushed into his gut.

"Oh yeah, babe. That feels good," said Mitch softly.

Darrin slid his hands lower and grabbed Mitch's cock. Jerking it in time to his thrusts he soon had them both moaning with pleasure. As they reached the edge, Mitch let out a guttural scream and tensed. When his ass clamped onto Darrin's dick it triggered his orgasm. Mitch's semen was painting the sheet with stripes of translucent white as Darrin plunged in deep and pumped his ass full of cum. In their relaxed positions the wave of pleasure rolled over them again and again. The loud moans quieted and their breathing slowed to something more normal as the passionate build up receded. Mitch ran his hand down Darrin's thigh and chuckled.

"I think we just provided morning jackoff material for our guest."

Darrin glanced up at the open door. "Shit. You think so?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I heard the pitter patter of teenage feet racing back to his bedroom," said Mitch with a chuckle.

"Well I guess we need to invest in a door lock."

Mitch laughed, "Maybe we should try closing the fucker first."



Their day unfolded without any more drama, although it was several hours before Josh could look at them without his face turning red. Mitch and Darrin both ignored his reaction, thinking that anything they might say would only make it worse. Mitch had set an ambitious schedule of chores to be finished on Darrin's last full day at home until next weekend. With Josh's help they had managed to accomplish them all. By the end of the day even Mitch had to admit that Josh was a valuable addition to the ranch. 

Darrin cooked steak and baked potatoes for supper and then they broke out a gallon of ice cream to serve over a hot apple pie from the café. They all were relaxing in the living room when Mitch levered himself up and headed back to the kitchen.

"Anybody need anything? I'm grabbing a beer."

"Yeah, a cold beer would be great," said Darrin.

Mitch looked at Josh and smiled, expecting him to ask for a beer too, but he remained mute. Finally Mitch decided to cut him some slack and asked,

"Josh, you wanna coke?"

"Yeah. Dr. Pepper would be great if you have it," replied Josh.

Mitch walked to the fridge and dug around for a minute. "Yup, you're in luck. But it's a diet."

"Diet's fine. I just love DP," said Josh with a tentative smile.

Mitch walked back from the kitchen and distributed the drinks to everyone and dropped into the overstuffed chair with a sigh. Taking a healthy swig from his beer he smiled and then let out a loud burp. Darrin laughed and shook his head.

"Damn it, Mitch. I just can't take you anywhere."

"Oh chill out, Professor. We're at home and I can belch and --" Mitch lifted one leg and farted, "fart if I want to."

Darrin laughed and waved his hand through the air while Josh softly chuckled. "Damn it, Mitch! That was rank!"

Mitch worked his eyebrows and smiled, "Why, thank you."

Mitch drained the rest of the bottle and sat it down on the table beside him. Drying his hands on his pants he looked over at his partner. "You know we have to decide on a ranch name. We need to have business cards and shit made and we have to come up with a name."

Darrin sighed and took another drink of his beer. "I know. I just don't like anything we've come up with so far."

"AM Cattle Company wasn't bad," said Mitch.

"No, it wasn't. But just using our last names together is about as creative as a turd roller."

Josh looked at Darrin with a confused look, "A turd roller?"

Mitch laughed, "Yeah Mister College means a dung beetle."

"Oh. Sorry. I guess that was a stupid question," said Josh quietly.

"Nope, the only stupid question is the one you don't ask," said Darrin. "But I still don't like AM Cattle Company."

Mitch smiled and got the glint in his eye that Darrin knew meant orneriness. "Well how about Two Bulls Ranch, or Tall Pines, Crossed Swords, or just White Holes Resort."

Darrin almost spewed his beer with the last one and grinned at Mitch, "Yeah, those are all subtle as a heart attack, and White Holes? Damn this isn't a gigolo stable, Mitch."

"Ok, College. What'd you got?" challenged Mitch.

"Ok, well what about Two Spirits Ranch or Mountain Shadow . . . "

"Jeez, Darrin. You're trying to make us sound like a soft porn novel," said Mitch.

"Well shit, I'm out of ideas. Any other suggestions?" Darrin looked at Mitch with a lifted eyebrow, "And ones that don't sound like an erection would be good."

They both paused, trying to come up with another name. As the silence stretched on for several minutes they heard Josh clear his throat.

"Josh, you got a suggestion?" asked Mitch with a smile, "If you do just spit it out. It can't be worse than ours."

"Well, I was thinkin'. You're kind of rebels, in several ways . . ."

Darrin held his breath, hoping the kid wasn't going to suggest something like Rebel Yell Ranch. But he carefully kept his fears from his face and smiled at Josh with encouragement. "Sure, I can see that."

Josh swallowed hard and they could see him brace himself to get out his suggestion. "What about Maverick Cattle Company? Cause you're mavericks to do something new, and you haven't been tamed either. I think it sounds kind of male too."

Josh sat there quietly as they looked at him, his hands shook so hard he finally sat the drink down. As the silence stretched on for too long he started talking again, "Never mind, it was dumb. Sorry I shot my mouth off. I won't do it --"

Darrin held up his hand to stop Josh's self-deprecation. "I like it. I like it a lot. What'd you think, Mitch."

Mitch smiled over at Josh and nodded. "I believe we have a name for our ranch."



Darrin's first week at the university had been frantic, but he was settling in to the routine. Mitch had finally relaxed around Josh, and he was looking at them when he talked, at least most of the time. Mitch was keeping Josh busy with the fence building since he wanted to buy a load of stocker cattle to overwinter on their ranch. When Mitch was working, he worked hard. Which also mean that Josh was exhausted by the evening, almost falling asleep at the table a few times. He'd also let Darrin check the cuts a few more times, but only the ones on his backside. Darrin still thought Josh was getting erections from the touch, which made him chuckle to himself. 

He was glad Mitch and Josh were working things out, because while nothing was going wrong, he had plenty to deal with at work. The new faculty orientations, which were endless prattle, and meetings at just about every level of administration became a little overwhelming. But today were the introduction of new faculty and then all the hoopla would be over and he could focus on his own work and teaching. 

Finishing a last note to himself he started to the meeting room to get through this last meeting. As usual it was mostly rah-rah speeches to get everyone excited about the coming year. After the better part of an hour had been pissed away, they got to the introductions. He stood and smiled as the department chair called his name and gave his background. He sat down to congratulations from the people around him and then realized the other new faculty in the department was being introduced. Curious who the other new guy was he glanced up, and his jaw fell open with shock. As if to confirm his eyesight at that moment he heard,




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 02



There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it is 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. 



Mitch walked into the kitchen and was stopped by the disaster area in front of him. Darrin had decided to make Josh a cake for his 18th birthday and it looked like the flour sack had exploded. Mitch's soft chuckle caught Darrin's attention as he struggled to clean up the mess.

"You so better not be laughing. Or you can get your ass over here and help," said Darrin.

"Oh, no thanks. I think I'm good."

"Whatever," muttered Darrin as he tried to wipe up the sticky mess. He motioned to the chocolate cake on the table. "What'd you think?"

Mitch moved to the huge pile of presents, walked around it and checked out the cake. As he looked over the table he reminisced about the past few months with Josh. Although he still had his moments of insecurity, he had progressed so far from the beaten child in an adult sized body that he was initially. While Mitch had his doubts at first, he had to admit Josh had become a valuable addition to the ranch. . . the kid worked his ass off. Mitch gave Darrin most of the credit for getting Josh to relax around them. He was a master at subtle comments that told Josh that he was a valued addition.

In mid-thought the aroma of warm chocolate tantalized his senses and his recollections faded. His mouth watering from the delicious smell, Mitch checked to make sure Darrin wasn't watching and ran his finger through the icing on one side. As he was licking his finger clean, Darrin looked up and realized what he had done.

"Damn it, Mitch! You can fix it now, asshole!" yelled Darrin as he tossed Mitch the can of icing.

Mitch popped open the container and repaired his damage with the table knife he'd fished from the drawer. Watching Darrin finish clean up while he ate icing from the container, an ornery smile crept across his face. Mitch plunged his finger into the container, coating it with thick chocolate icing. When Darrin moved within range, Mitch's hand flashed out and he smeared icing across Darrin's nose, down to his chin. 

Darrin froze for a second and then exploded. "You fucking asshole! Now you've made a bigger mess. I can't fucking believe you did that." Before Darrin could continue his tirade, Mitch leaned in and ran his tongue over Darrin's lips.

"Umm, tastes yummy."

Darrin looked at him in disbelief and then started laughing. "Damn it, Mitch. Sometimes you piss me off so much."

"Someone has to loosen you up," replied Mitch with a chuckle.

Mitch cupped Darrin's neck in his hand. Carefully he mixed quick licks at the icing with soft kisses. Just as Darrin was relaxing from the attention, they heard the slam of a pickup door. Jumping apart, Darrin grabbed a wet cloth and wiped the last of the icing from his face. He managed to finish cleaning himself and tossed the towel into the sink as the front door swung open. 

Josh looked first at Mitch, then at Darrin and smiled. "Jeez! You two. Can't you give it a rest occasionally."

"Nope!" said Mitch with a twinkle in his eyes. "Did you get all the stuff on the list?" asked Mitch. 

As he watched Josh drop the bags on the counter he noted again the changes in Josh that had been forged in their time together. His comfortable teasing and shy smile had been hard won but Mitch was glad Josh was doing better. He realized the boy was even gaining muscle on what had been a very lean frame. All the solid food and hard work was giving Josh a body that a lot of gay boys would envy, or lust after. As Josh answered him, he mentally shook himself thinking he was too young to be drifting off like that during a conversation. With a smile he brought himself back to the discussion.

"Yeah, but I had to go all over Lawton to find it all. And those damn army boys are everywhere," said Josh.

"Yeah, they're hot aren't they," said Darrin with a smile.

"No!" stammered Josh, "They're in my way. Like ants."

"Smoking hot ants," said Mitch.

Josh started to argue but realized from experience that they were teasing him. Then he saw the table piled with presents and his jaw dropped. He walked over and surveyed the display and then looking at Mitch and Darrin with glistening eyes.

"These're mine?" asked Josh.

"Know anyone else whose birthday is today?" said Darrin with a smile.

Josh tearfully looked first at Darrin and then Mitch, overwhelmed with emotion. He hadn't expected anything for his birthday. A roof over his head and food in his belly were all the presents he needed. The main event his 18th birthday marked for him was he was no longer a minor. That meant he didn't have to worry about Human Services showing up to take him to a group home. With that weight lifted he had already had a great day. And yes, the eye candy around Ft. Sill didn't hurt anything. But he wasn't going to give Mitch anything new to tease him about. He already gave him a ton of crap. But Josh had finally realized that Mitch only teased people he liked, so it was a good thing. His eyes drifted back to the table crowded with gifts. He was simply speechless as he looked over it all. Mitch smiled at him and motioned him.

"Come on, birthday boy," said Mitch. "Yes, we got you a few things. But it's not a big deal. You've been working for practically nothing."

"No, you're feeding me and helping with sh . . .stuff," said Josh as the tears began to gather again.

"Go on," Darrin said as he nudged Josh forward.

Josh stood and quietly looked over the table packed with gifts and the cake again. Looking up he saw Mitch threatened to run his finger through the frosting and Darrin's scowl in response. As a smile broke across his face, he heard a small gasp come from Mitch.

"Oh crap," said Mitch with a knowing smile. "I forgot the candles."

With that Mitch whisked the cake back to the kitchen and then retrieved a small plastic box from the bedroom. With his back to Darrin and Josh, he quickly arranged the candles and lit them. Carrying the now burning cake back to the table, he stopped the conversation as he approached. Josh was the first to get a good look at the candles, and turned crimson. Darrin looked from Josh's bright red face to the cake and just shook his head.

"Oh crap, Mitch," said Darrin with an embarrassed moan.

Setting the cake carefully down, Mitch stepped back to enjoy the effect. He grinned at the 18 little wax cocks that were burning on Josh's cake. He looked at Darrin and Josh, completely enjoying his adolescent humor. Mitch gleefully nodded in Josh's direction.

"Well! Are you going to blow them or not," said Mitch with a chuckle while Darrin moaned at his dig at Josh.

"Josh, please blow them out so we can open presents," said Darrin with sigh.

Josh leaned in close and blew out the candles. Mitch relented slightly, pulled the tiny dildos from the frosting and took them back into the kitchen. Darrin watched him for a few seconds and realized Mitch was washing them off and putting them back in the box. He lifted one eyebrow and glared at his back.

"I don't want to see those again on my cake, mister," said Darrin.

Mitch's only reply was a soft chuckle. Wiping his hands he moved back to the table and looked at Josh.

"Well! You gonna open 'em or not?" asked Mitch with a smile.

Josh grinned at them both and grabbed the first package. Opening it slowly to prolong the anticipation, he discovered several pairs of new jeans inside. 

"Thanks guys! I needed some decent jeans. My old ones are full of holes."

"Yeah," said Darrin with a smile, "We'd noticed."

Josh sat aside the first present and began working his way through the others. By the time only two remained he had a pile of shirts, jeans and underwear. Mitch and Darrin had agreed that clothes were what he needed most, so they had worked together to make certain he got everything he needed. 

Josh picked up the smaller of the two packages and shook it, wondering what it was. Looking at the tag he saw it was from Mitch, which made him a little nervous. He had long ago gotten comfortable with the idea of Mitch and Darrin as a couple, but Mitch still pushed his boundaries a little too far sometimes. The birthday candles were a good example. But he flashed Mitch a smile and started opening the present. As the paper and tape parted he realized what it was. By the time it was open, Josh's face was, again, red as a beet. Without looking at either man, his eyes were fixed on the box of condoms. Mitch reached over, gently took his chin and turned him so their eyes met.

"This isn't a gag gift. It's to keep you safe and alive. And later we'll have a talk about when and how to use them. Whenever you need more just let me know. I won't ask questions, so you don't have to be embarrassed. And it doesn't mean you have to do anything, it just means you're prepared."

Josh nodded, knowing Mitch was right. "Thank you," he almost whispered.

After a few quiet minutes Josh realized he had one more gift, this one from Darrin. Hesitant at what it might contain after Mitch's gift, he slowly opened the package. As he peeled off the paper to reveal the box underneath, he looked at Darrin.

"Is that really what's in it?" asked Josh.

"Yup, new boots. I thought you could use a pair."

"Damn," whispered Josh without realizing he had cussed. He opened the box and smiled. With the smell of new leather surrounding him, Josh slowly traced his finger over the stitching on the uppers. These were not the cheap work boots he'd had most of his life. These were well made and beautiful. The kind of boots that would last for decades if you took care of them, and were very expensive. 

Josh looked Darrin, "They're beautiful. Thank you so much, but they're too much." 

Darrin waved away his hesitancy, "Nope, it's your 18th birthday. It's about time you had a good pair of boots."

Josh shrugged and smiled as he stared at his new boots. Remembering Mitch, he turned and grinned, "Thank you too, Mitch."

Both men nodded in acknowledgment and then stacked the presents to the side for Josh to take to his room later. Sitting back down at the table they started cutting into the birthday cake. Josh ran his fork along the side, gathering up the thick frosting and slipping it into his mouth. After Mitch topped each piece off with a huge scoop of ice cream, Josh settled in to enjoy his dessert. The sounds of contentment had all the hallmarks of a successful family event. Mitch and Darrin caught each other's eyes several times, recognizing their evening was a winner. After the table was cleaned and the gifts safely stored in Josh's room, Darrin watched as Mitch and Josh played video games. As the night stretched well past midnight, Darrin found himself yawning more and more often.

"I think it's time for me to hit the hay. I teach in the morning so I need some rest. Unlike you two worthless bums."

Mitch nodded, "Yeah, I'm ready too. I'm getting too old to play video games all night. I'm about to crash."

"Ah, come on! Don't be a wuss. Just one more game, Mitch," begged Josh.

"Sorry bud, but I'm tired. I'll whip your ass tomorrow night."

The pair moved off to their bedroom while Josh finished his game and then headed to his own bed. He drifted slowly to sleep, replaying the events of the evening through his head. As Josh fell into a deep sleep, he drifted off thinking about the pair.



A singular hand emerged from the mist and softly touched Josh's bare nipple. As the shock waves of pleasure rolled through his body he felt a second hand rubbing his other nipple. As his eyes adjusted to the faint light of his fantasy he could see Mitch and Darrin on either side of him. He licked his lips at the sight of their tight muscular bodies and packed underwear. His body trembled as he felt their fingertips gently glide down the sides of his bare chest. Josh panted with lust as Darrin leaned down, taking his nipple between his teeth and gentle chewing on it. At the same time he was still distantly aware of Mitch's rough hands stroking the sparse hair on his legs. He felt Darrin's teeth release his nipple. Josh's areolas hardened even more as the cool night breeze wafted over them. He let out an audible gasp when Darrin's hot tongue moved back in and started lashing each nipple.

Josh refocused on Mitch when he leaned forward and gently blew into his ear. The warm caress of his masculine breath caused a faint moan to escape from Josh. When Mitch's lips slowly kissed the rim of his ear, Josh's body began shaking with delight. He could feel his cock straining against the supple fabric of his new briefs. Crystal clear juice pumped from his cock and soaked the fabric. His head already swimming from the stimulation, Josh froze in place when he felt Mitch's tender kisses move lower and slowly trailed along his jaw. His lips stopped just before contacting Josh's tender mouth and Mitch whispered, "Do you want to know what it feels like to kiss a man, Josh? Do you want to know how hot it will make you to feel a man's lips pressed against yours?"

"Yes. Please. I'm so ready," Josh whispered.

With that invitation Josh felt Mitch press his passion inflamed lips against his own. Mitch's rough face left a trail of heat as it passed over Josh's almost hairless cheeks. Josh gasped at the new sensations as his body shuddered with desire. He melted as he felt the tip of Mitch's tongue touch the union of his lips, opening them slightly to allow the intruder to enter.

Suddenly Josh's focus shifted back to Darrin, his wet nipple again exposed to air when Darrin moved down the bed and began kissing his inner thigh. He could feel Darrin's hot breath as it caressed his aching nuts. His cock convulsed with each swipe of tongue over the tender skin of his inner thigh. Josh froze as he felt Darrin's lips press against the tight fabric covering his nuts, blowing his hot breath over them. At the same time, Mitch had thrust his tongue deep into Josh's mouth. The combination broke Josh's gossamer thin control.

"Oh fuck! I'm coming! Shit, I'm coming!" yelled Josh.

Mitch reached down and worked Josh's nipples as the first massive wave erupted from his slit. The thick white cream jetted through the enclosing fabric. As the men muttered encouragement, Josh's over-stimulated body emptied round after round of cum into his briefs. Soon they were saturated and the excess was trickling down his leg. As the last of his load oozed from his cock, his slender body relaxed.

"Nice job, boy. You really soaked 'em," muttered Mitch.

Darrin reached up and pulled Josh's drenched briefs off and held them to his face. While he inhaled the scent of boy cum he kneaded his own swollen cock through his stretched jock. Looking at Josh's soft cock nestled in his patch of dark pubic hair, Darrin took a last sniff of the briefs and tossed them to the floor. Leaning in he sucked Josh's softening cock into his hot mouth and began licking it clean. Josh thrashed under the new stimulation until his tender dick couldn't take any more.

"No, stop, please. Fuck, it's sensitive," said Josh, almost squealing.

Darrin took one last lick before releasing the flaccid member. "We'll give you a few minutes to recover before the final event then," said Darrin with a smile.

Josh watched as Darrin crooked his finger a few times at Mitch. They moved together over Josh and passionately kissed. Josh watched avidly as their tongues attacked and retreated in a war for supremacy. Soon they had gripped each other in a passionate embrace as they explored their bodies. They broke with an audible gasp, stripping and then moving back to the bed. This time they lay beside Josh and sucked in each other's hard cocks in a hot 69. The sight of two hot and hairy men sucking on each other soon had Josh stroking his reviving cock. 

Josh could see Darrin watching as he jerked off. As his hand stroked up and down his now hard cock, he watched Darrin coat Mitch's dick with spit. He let the thick cock slide almost out and then tongued Mitch's slit, smiling at Josh he let Mitch's cock go with a soft pop.

"Come here, Josh. I want to munch on some boy butt," said Darrin with a low growl.

Bodies shifted until Josh was squatting over Darrin's face, exposing his dark pink eye. Josh sighed with pleasure as the tip of Darrin's tongue wiggled against his hole. He watched Mitch lift his lover's legs and started eating out Darrin's hairy ass at the same time. He moaned with passion as Darrin's hot tongue explored the folds of tender skin leading to his pucker. Josh braced against the muscular chest under him and rode the waves of pleasure as Darrin's tongue danced across his hole. Looking down he saw Mitch's eyes glint with delight as he opened Darrin's hole. Soon Josh's felt his need building, and Darrin responded by burying his tongue deep inside of Josh.

"Oh! God yes! Tongue my tight hole. Fuck yes!"

"You like that don't you, you little fucker. You need some man cock inside your tight pink hole," said Mitch.

"Fuck yes. I need my hole pounded," grunted out Josh.

Darrin's hands clasped down on Josh's ass cheeks and pulled them further apart. His fingers slowly began stretching Josh's virgin ass, getting him ready for the main event. Between Darrin's hot thick tongue and his wet nimble fingers Josh could feel his butt relax and open. Soon Josh felt two fingers sliding in his clenching hole. Wanting more he started pressing his ass down, craving what Darrin was giving him. Darrin buried his fingers deep inside of Josh's ass and twisted them back and forth.

"Yeah, I think you're ready, cowboy. Wanna ride some cock?" said Darrin with a sneer.

Josh nodded, unable to put thought into speech. He watched Darrin move to the center of the bed and Josh knelt over his hard dick. Mitch grabbed Darrin's cock and helped aim it's dripping head at Josh's hole. A rumbling moan erupted from Darrin when his hot glans touched Josh's tight hole. Josh gasped as his hole stretched when he pressed down and the invader entered his ass. The touch of pain that flashed as Darrin breeched his ass only served to accentuate the pleasure. After a brief pause, Josh started riding up and down on the thick man cock that filled his bowels. With his own throbbing dick swinging up and down from the powerful motion, he rode his first cock. 

As his pleasure mounted, Josh felt a rough hand on the back of his head pulling him forward. His eyes flew open and he saw Mitch's dark red cockhead just before it touched his lips. Opening his mouth, the dripping cock was slowly shoved to the back of his throat. Gagging with his first attempt, he quickly picked up the technique. Mitch pinned Josh's face between his rugged hands as he skull fucked him. The powerful lovemaking of the trio had the bed banging against the wall. Josh's head was swimming as he heard Darrin calling his name over and over again as the bed almost exploded with their passion. The pounding was louder and louder, and finally . . .

Josh woke from his dream as his cock exploded and Darrin opened the door. Josh's body locked, helpless to stop his orgasm. The first blast trailed across his face as Darrin's eyes became as large as saucers. 

"Oh shit, man!" said Darrin. "I didn't . . . I'm sorry, oh fuck!" With that Darrin turned and fled the room. He walked back in the living room, his face bright red.

"Did you finally get his ass up?" asked Mitch.

"Oh, he's up. He's very up."

Mitch looked at Darrin with a quizzical look on his face.

"I walked in on the end of a really good wet dream," explained Darrin, his face reddening even further at the thought.

"No shit? Oh my god, that's hilarious," said Mitch, trying to stifle a giggle.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 02



"Don't you dare! Not one word to him. I can't take him going back to being mute," scolded Darrin.

Mitch chuckled and brought his coffee to his lips. He watched as Darrin started putting breakfast on the table. As he and Mitch sat down to eat, a reticent Josh came to the table. His wet hair a sign of the quick shower he'd taken. He ate slowly but refused to lift his eyes from his plate. Finally breakfast ended and Mitch headed out the door to work on the corrals. Josh sat for a few minutes before finally looking at Darrin.

"I'm real sorry. It won't happen again. I can't believe . . ."

Darrin stopped Josh with a motion. "Yes, it probably will happen again. You're 18 and full of . . . testosterone. It's nothing to worry about, and it's perfectly normal. I'm sorry I walked in on you though."

A weak chuckle leaked from Josh's lips. "Yeah, that couldn't have been much worse timing."

Darrin laughed and shook his head. "Nope, not much. Now come on, lets see what back breaking work Mitch has in store for us today." Darrin paused and then continued, "And Josh, if Mitch gives you crap just ignore him. I'd say ask him how many wet dreams he's had, but he'd probably give you a detailed account of each one."

Josh nodded and smiled slight, amazed that he had ended up in the care of these two great guys.



Darrin was happily putting the final notes on the exams he was grading. He had hoped to leave a little early today, without his usual pile of work to do at home. Just as he was dotting the final "i", he heard the smack of boot heels that he had come to associate with Kevin Boorman. So far they had managed to avoid each other, and Darrin was fine with that. He didn't think Boorman was stupid enough to start the taunts again but he wasn't completely sure. He braced himself for what could be an ugly confrontation just as he appeared in Darrin's doorway. Darrin was surprised to see a student in tow behind Boorman though. 

Darrin met Boorman's eyes until he looked away. With a smirk at his small victory, he asked the obvious. "Hello, Kevin. What can I do for you?"

Boorman grabbed the poor student by the arm and practically shoved him into Darrin's office. "This is one of yours," he said just before turning and walking off.

Darrin turned back to the student, not sure what was going on. "Hello, I'm Dr. Anderson. Is there something that I can do to help you?"

As Darrin got the chance to look at the student more closely, he could tell that he was nervous. He looked very young, but his small thin frame and white blond hair probably made him look younger than he was. Darrin waited for a response, but was met with silence and shaking hands as the student's apprehension seemed to escalate. 

"What's your name, son?" asked Darrin. He had to chuckle inside a little at his wording. This student was probably not that much younger than he was and Darrin was calling him son.

"Umm, Zach. I'm Zach Delong," said the student in a low mumble.

"Well Zach, what can I do for you?" Darrin asked again.

"Nothing sir. I don't need anything," muttered Zach.

"Well, any idea why Dr. Boorman brought you down?"

"Yeah . . ."

"Which is?"

"I'm a queer . . ."

Oh fuck, thought Darrin. Just what I needed was another guilt-ridden kid to baby through the process of acceptance. Taking a deep breath he realized that whether he liked it or not, that was part of his role as the token out gay man in the department. He looked back at the student and smiled.

"Why do you think that?"

Zach looked up, trying to decide if Darrin was making fun of him. When he realized the question was genuine he thought about his response.

"Because, you know. I wanna do it with . . . guys."

"Did you tell Dr. Boorman this?" asked Darrin.

"Yeah. They said during orientation that if we had problems that our advisors could help. So I talked with Dr. Boorman . . ."

"And?"

"He didn't say anything. Just got the same look on his face that my Mom makes when she steps in fresh cow shit and then brought me down here," explained Zach.

Darrin sighed quietly and then began. "Ok, so you might be gay, or you might not. It's not as black and white as some people seem to think. It's more like a range of feelings from . . ." The discussion continued for quite some time. But once Zach left, Darrin thought the conversation had at least moved the kid a little closer to some understanding, and acceptance, of his feelings. Satisfied, Darrin looked at his watch and realized that it had been two hours. Well, he sighed, he hoped they hadn't been waiting on him for supper.

He made the trip home in quiet thought about Zach. Arriving at their house he gathered up his bag from the pickup and walked exhausted into the house. As he walked through the darkened rooms, he resigned himself to a meal alone. But moving into the kitchen he saw Mitch sitting at the counter waiting on him. Mitch flashed him a bright smile and walked over and gave him a soft kiss. He then pulled a plate from the refrigerator and walked to the microwave to heat it. 

"Rough day?"

"Oh god, babe. Let me tell you about it . . ."



It had been several weeks since Darrin had any time alone and he was looking forward to it as he pulled into their driveway and parked. Josh and Mitch were both gone until late. Darrin was looking forward to a quiet meal by himself, followed by some private time. Going to the bedroom he stripped down to his jockstrap, enjoying the freedom as he padded back to the kitchen. Riffling through the fridge, he soon had a plate of leftovers that he carried back to the bedroom. Setting the plate on the bedside table, he pulled his notebook computer beside him. Opening his folder of porn videos, he chose the new cowboy video he had bought and settled back. 

Darrin ate his supper while the movie played through the opening scenes. Setting the empty plate aside, Darrin began groping himself through the thick fabric of the jock. As he watched the movie he had to admit they were good looking actors, rugged and masculine. As a steamy sex scene geared up, Darrin's hand was inside his jock slowly stroking his wet dick. His building pleasure was made obvious by his soft moans and the wet sound as his hand traveling up and down his hard cock. Pushing the jock under his nuts, Darrin's hand trailed lower until the tip of his finger reached his hole. He softly rubbed over it as he slowed his stroking. His body was building for release, and tonight he wanted the pleasure to last. 

As the video moved to a new scene, Darrin slipped off his jockstrap and retrieved the bottle of lube from the side table. Pumping a few squirts into his hand, Darrin began coating his hole with the slippery substance. Sliding his fingers in, he pierced his gut with a sigh of pleasure. Darrin was soon fingering himself with three digits while his free hand rubbed over his muscular chest. Closing his eyes, he had surrendered to the pleasure, the moans and cries of sex engulfing him as he imagined Mitch taking him. He approached the edge of his orgasm numerous times but Darrin let the pleasure continue to build. As the waves of hedonism developed again, he felt another set of hands run over his chest. 

Darrin jumped at the touch, his fingers ripped from his wet ass. His eyes flew open to see Mitch standing there smiling.

"God damn it, Mitch! You scared the shit out of me."

Mitch's hands continued to run over his husband's muscular chest as the bulge in his jeans became more obvious. He rubbed his thumb over Darrin's nipple and listened to the soft moan his gesture evoked.

"Playing by yourself again I see. Maybe I should punish you," Mitch quipped.

"Oh god, babe. Whatever you want. Just keep doing what you're doing," said Darrin.

Mitch leaned over and watched the computer screen for a few seconds. Moving down he kissed Darrin. "Hot movie, College. You have a thing for cowboys?"

Darrin ran his hands over Mitch's stomach and then under his thin t-shirt. "Yeah, I do. Especially hairy ones with a tight ass."

Mitch stepped back and quickly stripped. As he moved up the bed, he lifted Darrin's legs and rested them on his shoulders. Running his hand over Darrin's spread ass cheeks, he filled his hand with lube and added to the slimy mess already coating Darrin butt. Their eyes locked, Darrin playing with his nipples while Mitch's wet fingers began working their way inside his ass. Mitch let his hand slip out and pushed Darrin's legs forward, forcing them higher and exposing his hole completely. Mitch rubbed his cock over Darrin's exposed pucker and then pushed forward until its head was sheathed in hot ass.

"Fuck, baby! That ass feels so good. Damn, I think I like college ass," said Mitch with a groan.

Darrin smiled and bucked toward the invading dick. "So long as it's my college ass, I'm good with it."

Mitch rose onto his toes and then dropped himself, completely impaling Darrin on his cock. Mitch paused, and then started a steady rhythm of assault on Darrin's ass. Both of them rapidly become embroiled in their shared passion. Soon Mitch grabbed Darrin behind the head and was pile driving into him over and over again. The rough assault on his prostrate had clear fluid flowing from Darrin's cock in a seemingly unending stream. Mitch felt his orgasm begin and shifted into overdrive. He fucked Darrin's well-used ass with abandon until the orgasmic shutters broke his rhythm. Pinning Darrin to the bed, Mitch filled his lovers gut with hot cum. 

The hot jizz splashing inside him drove Darrin to the edge. His body ached for release, which arrived as Mitch scrapped over his well-worked prostate one last time. The first shot of cum arched over Darrin to land on the headboard. The subsequent volleys arched across his chest, creating lines of white pleasure over his chest hair. Gasping for breath he drifted down from his orgasmic high, just in time to catch Mitch as he collapsed. Twisting his head, Mitch kissed Darrin on the cheek.

"Anytime you need to do that again, just let me know. Any. Time," said Mitch as he panted for breath.

Darrin chuckled, "Good to know. Very good to know."



Mitch watched as the semi backed up to their corral. He was more than a little concerned about borrowing the kind of money they had for winter stockers. But he and Darrin had worked the numbers every way they could and it looked like the profit from the steers would pay for their base herd of momma cows, which was their goal. He'd bought these through a buyer, so there was no telling what was about to come off that truck. Mitch had told the guy he'd prefer Black Baldies, but there were no guarantees. Mitch glanced over to see Josh nervously watching him for anything that needed to be done. Mitch had to concede that the kid was working out fine. They had convinced Josh to finish high school and he was on-track for a spring graduation. And although it was going to take years to repair all the damage done to his psyche, he was improving. Mitch had to laugh to himself at Josh's reaction to the birthday gift, but he seemed to have recovered. And Mitch hadn't given him any grief over the wet dream that Darrin walked in on, although it was killing him not to. 

The trailer door opened and the cattle started streaming down the loading ramp. Mitch's jaw dropped as the stream of black and white bodies rushed past him. Fucking Holsteins! The motherfuck'r had bought him a load of goddamn Holsteins! He wanted beef cattle, not damn dairy cow wannabes. 

Mitch rushed up, waving his hands. "Stop! Stop unloading that shit!"

The driver looked up but let the last of the cattle rush into the corral. "What's the problem?" he drawled.

"These are Holsteins. I wanted beef steers. What the fuck is going on?" yelled Mitch.

The driver pulled a delivery order from his pocket and looked it over. "This just says steers, and a price. Don't say a thing about 'em being beef steers."

Mitch yanked the paper from the driver's hand and fumed to himself as he read it carefully. He eventually had to admit that the type of animal wasn't specified. He couldn't believe he'd missed a detail as important as that. After reading through it several times he handed it back to the driver.

"Fine! We'll take 'em. But this is bullshit!"

The driver shrugged his shoulders and closed the trailer. Mitch watched as without another word he climbed into the cab of his truck and drove off. Looking at their packed corral, he seethed at the sight of the sea of black and white hides filling it. Raking his eyes across the animals, he caught Josh's eyes as he watched Mitch carefully. Mitch's anger flared and was directed at the innocent young man at the end of the pens.

"Don't just stand there, dumb ass! Get the motherfuckers some water before they drop dead of stupidity," yelled Mitch.

Mitch watched for a few seconds as Josh sprinted to fill the troughs, the feeling of guilt at taking out his frustration on the quiet young man eclipsed by his worry about the mistake he apparently had made. With a final sound of disgust he headed toward the house.



Darrin sat at the table and watched as Mitch frantically searched through his paperwork trying to find something that said this wasn't his fault. Mitch didn't think these animals would make them any money and his anger at the mistake was palpable. Darrin knew he was right about one thing, if they turned around and sold them immediately, they would lose money. Cattle always lost weight when shipped and he'd bet these had come from the Midwest. But Darrin wasn't as sure that it was a disaster. While Mitch was burrowed in the piles of paper, Darrin retrieved a beer from the fridge. He walked back and looked over Mitch's shoulder and reached up and laid his hand on Mitch's neck.

Mitch arched his back and shrugged the hand off. "Don't do that, Darrin. I don't have time for that horse shit."

Darrin lofted his eyebrows as he looked at Mitch. Deciding there was nothing he could do to help Mitch, and not wanting to fight with him, Darrin walked to their bedroom. After stripping down Darrin tried to relax by reading a book. But it proved challenging as the noise coming from the other room gained in volume now that Mitch was alone. Darrin wondered if Mitch was going to leave anything intact in his search for the non-existing paperwork. Eventually he carefully marked his place and turned off the light to go to sleep.

Darrin was only distantly aware when Mitch finally crawled into bed. But awakening to the early morning light filtering into the room, Darrin realized that Mitch was curled into a dejected ball on the far edge of the bed. Moving closer he wrapped his arms around his husband and pulled him close. Feeling Mitch tense slightly, Darrin leaned in and whispered, "It's going to be fine. It's really not that big of a deal."

"I fucked up bad," Mitch said dejectedly. "What are we going to do with 100 head of Holstein steers. God, what a mess."

"Ok, I have an idea," Darrin quietly started, "Lets turn them out on the pasture and weigh them in a month. If they aren't gaining like you want, we'll sell 'em. At least it's fall and things are cooling off. I'm not sure they could survive a summer here."

"Damn, babe. We could get hosed if they don't gain, or god forbid, lose weight," whispered Mitch.

Darrin started chuckling softly, until Mitch turned an irritated face toward him. "What's so fuckin' funny?"

"Good lookin', we're in the cattle business. We're going to get hosed sometimes. We just want to limit it as much as possible so it doesn't become a habit," said Darrin.

Mitch looked like he was going to have a retort, and then slowly a smile crept across his face. "Yeah, I know you are right. But damn it, I hate to screw up."

Darrin laughed. "Yes, I know you do. Now let's get Josh up and go figure out how we're going to keep a bunch of Yankee steers alive for the next month." Darrin kissed the back of Mitch's neck and said softly, "You also owe Josh an apology, 'cause you were an ass to him yesterday."

"I know, and I already told Josh I was being a dick. I talked to him last night after you were asleep. He knows it wasn't anything he's done," said Mitch.

With that the conversation ended and Mitch kicked off the blanket and started searching for his clothes as Darrin did the same. Darrin dropped in behind Mitch as they went through the bedroom door and then raced past him, swatting him on the ass as they passed. Mitch quickly was chasing him in a moment of childlike exuberance. Eventually they realized they had forgotten to wake up Josh, but decided he could sleep in this one day and they could have the morning to themselves.



Several weeks had passed and things were back to normal for the trio. Josh had taken on the job of caring for the steers while they were adjusting, and he had done a good job. Several days earlier they had worked them, given any shots needed and turned them in smaller groups onto separate pastures. The fall grass was flourishing and Mitch was hopeful that they were gaining. He was concerned about a series of unusually severe fall storms that had been coming through the area. The forecast was for another to sweep through today, and he was anxious.

Darrin stood in the kitchen for several minutes, watching Mitch lean against the front porch post. Grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge he walked out and handed one to Mitch, who leaned over and kissed Darrin in thanks. Twisting off the bottle top he took a big swig and then pointed to the southwest with the beer.

"That doesn't look good. And we just moved those steers out on pasture. We probably should have waiting a few more days."

"The thunderstorm could have come anytime, babe. The steers will be fine," said Darrin.

"I hope you're right. All we need is for one of the groups to go nuts and run through the fences. We'd have a bunch of tore up cattle at best, and I don't want to think about the worst."

"Come on inside. It's not going to change by watching it," said Darrin.

"Nah, I'm fine. I'm going to keep an eye on this."

Darrin shrugged his shoulders and walked back inside. He soon was busy catching up on grading and lost track of time. The waning light alerted him to the closeness of the impending storm. Putting away the job related work, he checked on Mitch and found him still sitting on the steps. The empty bottle dangling from his fingers, he studied the horizon. Following Mitch's focus, Darrin saw that the cloud bank had changed disposition to what looked to be a full-blown plains thunderstorm. 

"Does that look as bad to you as it does to me?" asked Darrin.

"Yeah, it does," muttered Mitch.

"Crap."

Darrin sat beside Mitch to watch the storm. The boiling wall of clouds would have been magnificent, if it wasn't headed directly toward them. Soon a massive lightening storm was igniting the black sky. They felt the cold air of the front as it swept over them, followed quickly by the first sheets of driving rain mixed with hail, that forced them inside. Watching through the windows they grimaced with each successively louder roll of thunder. Josh even emerged from his room to stand beside them and watch. At times the pouring rain limited visibility to the edge of their porch. But after what seemed to be hours, the storm passed over them and the fading light revealed the storm's aftermath. They walked out on the porch and surveyed for damage. Mitch quickly determined there was little damage around the house and flew off the porch, headed for the barn.

"Come on! We need to see if we still have any steers."

Mitch jumped on the ATV they had bought a few weeks before and was roaring across the pastures before Darrin and Josh could follow in the pickup. Working together they soon found the first three groups of animals, intact and without any injury. But the fourth proved to be elusive. As they crisscrossed the 200-acre enclosure it became obvious the cattle were gone. Mitch started searching the fence line and finally found where they had escaped; a demolished water gap that was now filled with runoff. 




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 02



Unable to follow through the flooded gap, they rushed back to the house for lights and equipment to search for the animals. While they were loading the pickup, Mitch made a quick call to their neighbor Doug, who promised to bring his heelers and to make a few quick calls for additional help. Gathering on the road closest to the breeched fence, they were soon joined by Doug, his dogs, and a few other people. Doug had a map of the area that they spread across the hood of the pickup and in short order everyone was assigned to search areas. As they spread out, Mitch hoped they would find the steers quickly. Sooner than he might have thought his cell phone rang. It was Doug, the cattle had been found, but not without injuries. 

Following Doug's directions, Mitch soon pulled up to the group of animals that had been herded into the portable corral someone had brought. But he could hear the bellowing of an animal in pain. From the drawn looks surrounding him, he knew it wasn't good. Following the sound he walked to the top of a ridge. One of the animals was sprawled below him with one leg twisted grotesquely and obviously broken in multiple places. Several people had followed him and were quietly looking down at the steer. 

"Put him down. We'll help you butcher him out so it isn't a total loss," said Doug.

Mitch nodded and went to the pickup and pulled out the pistol he had stowed behind the seat in case of this scenario. Moving in close, he put two slugs into the animal's head, killing it instantly. Quickly several others hoisted the carcass, bled it and then began processing the meat to save what they could from the situation. Everyone pitched in, but Mitch insisted on doing the lion's share of the work. Once they had the carcass cut up and put in the ice filled coolers someone had retrieved, the volunteers began to disperse. Mitch walked back to the pickup to see if there was something for him to clean the blood off with, and walked into the scene of an older woman berating Josh. Seeing Mitch as he walked up, she turned on him.

"You! Yes! It's people like you who make young boys like this think these sinful thoughts. If you hadn't messed in things that were none of your concern he would still be with his parents and in church like he should be. You should be ashamed of yourself. You are leading this boy to a life of sin and an eternity in hell."

It took Mitch a minute to process what was happening. Finally the reality of the situation broke through his exhaustion and brought all the recent problems to a head. Before she could catch her breath to continue her homophobic rant, Mitch locked eyes with her and he began,

"Really? Your church is the one that let his parents beat him with a belt buckle? The parents he had to be rescued from? Honestly? If you want to talk about sin then let's talk about physical and mental abuse. Why do you care about who someone loves? How sick is your faith when it's ok to hurt someone who's gay, because that's a sin according to your interpretation of the bible. Ma'am, your religion stinks if that's what it teaches. We didn't convert Josh to anything. All we've done is try to give him the time and space to decide how he feels about things. Now, leave him alone, leave us alone. Until your life is perfect I'd suggest you go back to your church and . . ."

Mitch felt a hand rest on his shoulder and squeeze lightly. His breath shuddered out in a series of gasps as he realized a small crowd had gathered. Glancing around he quietly sighed at the problems his exhaustion spawned rant had probably caused him. Turning to look at Darrin, his mouth quirked and he shrugged slightly. Surprisingly the next person to talk was Doug.

"Mother, you're out of line. If I'd known you were going to do this to my friends I'd have never told you about them."

"They're sinners! Sinners must be confronted and purged!"

"Yeah, I know that's what you think, Mom. But Mitch and Darrin are my friends and you know I don't agree with you," said Doug. Turning to Mitch he said, "I'm sorry, Mitch. I didn't know this would happen or I would have left her at home."

Mitch let out his unconsciously held breath and nodded. "Sorry I went off, Doug. I just couldn't let it go. Especially not when it was aimed at Josh."

"No need for apologies. I understand. I think you've got everything under control now, so we should leave," said Doug.

Mitch nodded and the crowd rapidly dispersed. Soon it was only the three of them. Josh looked first at Mitch and then Darrin with a look of dejection on his face. Darrin gently laid his arm across Josh's shoulder.

"Josh, you didn't do anything wrong. There's no need to feel bad," said Darrin quietly.

"I should have defended myself. You and Mitch shouldn't need to keep baling me out when there's a problem," said Josh quietly.

Darrin let out a sad laugh, "It helps to be mad. But it also helps to be older and more comfortable with yourself. Hell, you just turned 18. You shouldn't be jousting at windmills yet."

Josh looked puzzled. "What?" he asked.

Mitch laughed and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Josh. That's just College showing his education. But you did fine. I may have blown it with our neighbors though. I just lost it."

Josh smiled at Mitch. "I'm glad you did. I thought she was about to take me apart limb from limb."

Mitch chuckled and nodded, "It does feel like that sometimes. But we have a long night ahead of us. We have to haul these steers back home and then we're going to be processing beef for hours."

Darrin and Josh nodded and fell to work getting everything in order to bring some kind of successful conclusion to this day.



Darrin and Mitch were enjoying the quiet conversation in the pickup as they came back from their night on the town. It had been their first evening out in weeks and they had both needed the break. They'd met Sam and Gordy in Wichita Falls and had a great time. The entire evening had been catching up on old friends and where they were. Gordy had a job offer, but he and Sam were discussing their options. They had even enjoyed the long drive as a time to reconnect with no one else around. It had been a wonderful salve for their psyche.

They had pulled into the driveway feeling very relaxed and thankful for the few hours away to decompress. But driving in they saw an unfamiliar pickup parked beside the house. Rolling quietly to a stop beside it, they studied the dark house with concern.  

"Did Josh say anything to you about someone coming over?" asked Darrin.

"No, nothing."

"You don't think it's his family do you?"

"No, I don't think the lights would be turned out if it was his parents," said Mitch with a furrowed brow.

"So . . ."

"Well, I'm not sitting in the pickup all night because Josh has someone in there with him," said Mitch.

They quietly exited the vehicle and walked up the sidewalk. Darrin was hoping the noise they were making was enough that Josh would know they were coming. But as they came in through the kitchen it was obvious from the sounds emanating from the dimly lit living room that Josh was only aware of one thing. When he and Mitch moved to the doorway, Darrin was glad that all they could see was the back of the couch and the rumpled shirt thrown over it. After a few seconds with the air thick with the sounds of young lust, Mitch nudged Darrin and tilted his head toward the scene. Darrin sighed and nodded, recognizing that Josh was, more or less, his responsibility. Clearing his throat Darrin raised his voice.

"Josh. We're home."

"Shit!" came the muffled oath, followed by a loud thump as someone hit the floor. 

"Oh fuck! Wait!" echoed through the room.

Darrin and Mitch watched the ensuing routine that was reminiscent of a Three Stooges routine with barely controlled humor. As clothes flew through the air and a faintly lit arm reached up to grab the shirt off the back of the couch the frenzy in the living room continued. Mitch snorted softly as muttered profanity, in two different voices, filled the room. At the crescendo of the performance two dim silhouettes stood and Mitch reached over, flipping on the lights. 

Darrin studied the two young men standing in front of them. Josh's clothes were half off, his shirt was buttoned crooked and he was frantically trying to close the front of his jeans. The other boy seemed less embarrassed as he tucked his football jersey back into his pants. Darrin looked over the tall blond haired athlete and had to say he could appreciate Josh's taste in men. The stranger stepped forward with his hand extended. Mitch raised an eyebrow and took his hand.

"Sir, my name is Tony Barra. I'm sorry to have met you this way. I'm a friend of Josh's from school."

"Hello, Tony. I'm Mitch and this is my husband, Darrin."

Mitch waited for a reaction but none seemed forthcoming. But then they had caught the kid in the throes of making out with Josh. So maybe a same-sex couple wasn't as shocking as it might have been under other circumstances. After a few awkward moments of silence Tony grabbed his jacket from a chair and nodded at the pair.

"I guess I need to get home," said Tony and then turned to Josh, "I'll see you at school. Thanks for the evening." He moved toward Josh to give him a kiss but aborted it under Darrin and Mitch's gaze.

Josh's face was bright red, his ears practically glowing. Unable to speak he nodded and remained frozen as Tony moved through the door. Darrin wondered if this kid wasn't a little too smooth and collected in what should be an awkward situation at best. Darrin was surprised at his reaction. But if Tony was playing with Josh's feelings, he would regret it.

When the front door shut, Josh turned to leave. Mitch barked out, "No. We're not done. Sit down."

Josh turned with a look of fear on his face. Darrin felt sorry for the kid and knew he was scared of what Mitch was about to say. But Darrin knew that Mitch was a softie too. He just hid it better. When it quickly became obvious that Josh was frozen in place, Darrin gently took him by the shoulder and moved him to the couch. Once he was seated, Josh's body started to shake with the stress and Darrin could see the tears begin down his face. Darrin watched with some concern of his own as Mitch sat down on the coffee table directly in front of Josh. After a few more moments of building silence, Mitch awkwardly reached forward and patted Josh on the knee. 

"Josh, you're not in big trouble. I just want to talk with you about . . . what happened," said Mitch softly.

A huge sob wracked Josh body as he tried to speak. Finally through the sobs he managed, "I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. I know you must be really pissed at me."

Darrin had squatted down beside Josh, and with his sniffling plea, Darrin let out a sigh. Darrin reached out and started rubbing his hand over Josh's back to comfort him.

"It's ok, Josh. Calm down," said Darrin.

"Josh, stop crying and look at me," asked Mitch.

Josh looked up, smaller tremors still traveling through his body as he met Mitch's eyes.

"Ok, first. Making out with someone you are attracted to is fine. But don't just do it because there's another warm body. One-night stands get old, quick. Try to not let your hormones rule what you do."

Darrin glanced over at Mitch, wondering again about his days of sowing wild oats before they met. Deciding this wasn't the time to ask, he refocused on Josh.

"Second," Mitch continued, oblivious to Darrin's thoughts. "If you do decide to be with someone, then you need to be safe. Where are the condoms I gave you for your birthday? Do you need more?"

Josh pointed to his room, flushing deeper at the personal direction this talk was taking. "They're in my drawer. And . . . I still have plenty."

"And do you know how to use them?"

"Jeez, Mitch!" Josh said as he wiped the tears from his face. "I'm not stupid."

"Then tell me when you use them," said Mitch with a hint of steel in his voice.

"You know, when you . . ." 

"When you fuck," said Mitch bluntly while Darrin groaned at Mitch's lack of tact.

"Yeah, that," agreed Josh.

Mitch took a deep breath and continued. "Look, Josh. I'm not trying to embarrass you but you can get STD's other ways than fucking. If you're going to be sexually active, and from what we walked in on that seems likely, you need to be as safe as possible."

"Yeah, I know. I'd wear a condom."

"You both have to wear them and you have to wear them from when you start. Even precum can have HIV and cum sure can. No barebacking. Use a condom during oral sex. Use a condom during any kind of sex. I don't care about the heat of the moment. I want you to be alive in 30 years and not taking 50 pills a day to stay that way," said Mitch with a stern look on his face.

Josh's eye bugged a little at the information. He thought about it and then looked at Mitch. "Really? The guys on the videos only wear them when it's . . . in." said Josh, his embarrassment temporarily overshadowed by the information Mitch was giving him. 

"Those guys are taking a risk. Yes, anal sex is the highest risk, but all the other stuff is risky too," said Mitch. "Some people say oral sex isn't as risky as we thought, and you have to decide for yourself what chance you're willing to take. But it's still more of a risk than using a rubber. When you find a partner you want to be monogamous with, you and he can both do all the testing and make sure you both agree to be exclusive. Then, and only then, is it safe to not wrap it up."

"Josh," Darrin said as he picked up the thread of conversation, "Don't let some cute guy sweet talk you into unprotected sex either. If they don't want to wear a condom, or to make sure you have one on, then you need to be careful. There are guys who will try to trick you into barebacking, and you don't want to put yourself in that position."

Josh gulped and nodded, getting a definite "deer in the headlights" look at his face.

Darrin gripped Josh's shoulder and squeezed. Looking at them both he said, "I think that's enough 'Gay Sex 101' for tonight. Let's get some rest." Gripping Josh's shoulder tighter he looked over at Mitch.

"Mitch is right. You have to be safe. We want you to have fun, but you have to protect yourself. If you have questions, ask one of us. And that boy tonight, he seemed . . . well it didn't seem to bother him that we walked in on you two. Don't let someone talk you into something you aren't ready for. Being gay doesn't mean you sleep with anyone. So be careful."

Josh nodded, "I know. And I'll be careful. Tony's a great guy too, I really love him."

Mitch's eyebrows shot up his forehead. "You love him?" said Mitch.

"Yeah. He's so sexy. He's varsity football. And he said we were going to the senior prom together," said Josh in a dreamy voice. Josh realized what he had just revealed and turned red again. Shooting a panicked look at the other two Josh asked, "Is it alright if I go to bed? I'm beat."

Darrin and Mitch mutely nodded, stunned at the news Josh had shared.

Once they heard the door to Josh's room shut, Mitch looked at Darrin with a slight smirk.

"I'm glad he's yours."

"He's in love . . . and going to the prom?" muttered Darrin.

"Yup!"

"I'm going to pay for my raising," said Darrin in disbelief. Turning to Mitch with a smile he nudged his husband, "Oh hell, I was a good kid. I'm paying for your raising."

Mitch chuckled and helped Darrin up from his knees. Wrapping his arm around Darrin's waist they walked to the bedroom with their heads spinning from all of tonight's revelations.



Maverick Cattle Company 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.



Mitch woke slowly, predawn light filtering through the window shades. He had awakened with his face buried against Darrin's neck. He always enjoyed how Darrin smelled, a wonderful combination of musky earthiness and aroma of his bath soap. Mitch inhaled deeply, held it, and then slowly exhaled. Darrin's scent was a stronger stimulant for him than any drugs. He inhaled again, enjoying the curling tendrils of pheromones that assaulted his brain. He tilted his head slightly and kissed the back of Darrin's neck, getting a slight taste of masculinity with each touch of his lips. Mitch lost himself in exploration of his husband, focused on the smells and tastes that he was finding. He was jerked from his musings when Darrin spoke.

"I love it when you do that," said Darrin with a rumble.

Mitch reached up and kissed along Darrin's ear. "I love how you smell in the morning."

Darrin chuckled as he turned to Mitch. "Aren't you the lover that makes fun of me when I say you smell yummy."

Mitch laughed, pressed his lips against Darrin's and then separated slowly. "I better be your only lover; and you like me when I'm ripe and sweaty. That's not the same thing at all."

Darrin smiled and stretched, "It's nectar of the gods, you know."

"Hmm, maybe I need to find some of that shit," said Mitch. He smiled and then disappeared under the covers. Mitch kissed along Darrin's bare torso and ran his hands through Darrin's groin, enjoying the textures he found. Taking Darrin's rapidly hardening cock in his fist, Mitch squeezed its stiffening shaft and then slapped it against his scruffy face. Moving back slightly, Mitch pressed his lips against the expanding tip of Darrin's glans, and sucked. The clear juice that flowed into his mouth elicited a small sigh. As he moved to take the now stiff cock in his mouth, the sheet lifted and Darrin's smiling face was framed against the white background.

"Come up here, sexy. I wanna make out with my handsome man," said Darrin.

Mitch crawled upward, letting his body glide over Darrin as he moved closer. With their hard cocks sliding over each other, Mitch sighed and enjoyed the sensations of their crotches grinding together. For several long minutes he enjoyed the heady feeling of their hard cocks interacting before moving higher. Their bodies intertwined, he took Darrin's face in his hands and kissed him passionately. Their heated kisses continued as time unwound, building their levels of desire. The precum leaking from their now steel-hard cocks created a slickly coated tangle of manhood. Mitch pinned Darrin under him and started humping his torso. The coarse hair rubbing against the tender underside of his dick sent waves of ecstasy through Mitch's body. He let out a loud moan as he felt his orgasm gathering. With one last hard push against Darrin, his balls emptied their content. The hot semen raced through his system, his body tensing and his cock convulsing between them. Mitch was overwhelmed with sensations as his dick belched out huge quantities of cum. By the time the last wave emptied from Mitch's body, he was spent and collapsed onto Darrin.

"Oh shit," said Mitch between gasps of air. "That was damn good!"

Darrin smirked and ran his hands down Mitch's back and over his hairy ass. "One of us is not finished . . ."

Mitch smiled and wrapped his hand around Darrin's dripping wet cock. He slowly teased Darrin with the first few strokes and then began rapidly pumping his steely member. Darrin's legs were soon trembling as his orgasm barreled from his nuts. Mitch's hand continued its rapid dance over his cock, Darrin's body locked and his feet curled as the first volley erupted from his cock. Watery cum squirted out in thick streams that added to the pool of jizz already coating him. As the last tremors shook him violently, Mitch striped the last bit of cum from Darrin's cock. Sucking the juice into his mouth, he relished the pungent reward.

Mitch lay against Darrin and cuddled, relishing the feeling of cum thinning and slowly trickling off their bodies. Darrin kissed Mitch gently and looked at the results of their lovemaking.

"As much as I'd love to cuddle with you all day, I think we need to clean up," said Darrin.

"Yeah," said Mitch, leaning in for a kiss. "I have to ride that south pasture again. Those steers are just aching for another hole to get out. Besides, I haven't had a chance to take Storm out since we brought 'em back from my parents. He and Lady haven't been rode enough and are kinda lazy."

Darrin laughed as he sat up on the side of the bed, his feet hitting the hardwood floors. "Well, your mother spoiled them. They didn't get that much attention when we had them at school."

Mitch nodded in agreement and headed to the shower while Darrin cleaned first himself and then stripped the bed. Soon they switched roles and between the two of them any evidence of their early morning tryst was eliminated. They chatted about what needed to be accomplished during the weekend while they ate breakfast. Once they finished breakfast, Darrin banged on Josh's door and yelled for him to get up. With that they left the house together. Darrin followed Mitch to the corral, chatting with him while he saddled Storm. Darrin stole a kiss just before Mitch swung into the saddle and then watch as his man moved Storm into a lope toward the pastures. Shaking himself from his preoccupation, Darrin turned to begin working on his list of chores.



"Darrin! Oh fuck, Darrin! Where the hell are you!" screamed Josh.

"I'm right here, Josh. What's wrong?" said Darrin as he walked out of the hay barn.

"Storm is back!"

"Yeah, Mitch said it wouldn't take very long."

"No! Storm is back, but Mitch isn't."

"Ohmygod!" muttered Darrin as he broke into a run. Checking the corral he saw that Josh was right. The horse was back but was still had on all its tack. In the futile hope that Josh had just missed Mitch, he sprinted to the other buildings. But Mitch was nowhere to be found. Running back to the barn, he jumped onto the ATV; turning he found Josh had shadowed him and had a look of shear panic on his face.

"Josh, get the pickup. Mitch was going to check the south pasture. Something's happened, hopefully Storm just bucked him off and we'll meet him walking back to the house," said Darrin.

"Yeah. Ok," said Josh, his face ghostly white.

With Josh's acknowledgment, Darrin ripped the ATV into full throttle and started searching the pasture. The minutes raced by as Darrin quickly worked his way along the fence. He heard the rumble of their pickup as Josh searched from the other direction. But time passed quickly with neither of them finding Mitch. The panic was building in Darrin, his mind imagining the worst. His anxiety was becoming overwhelming when he heard the pickup horn blaring through the quiet fall afternoon. 

Darrin turned the ATV and raced toward the sound. Feeling like he was traveling through molasses, the seconds it took to reach Josh seemed interminable. Rounding a large stand of cedars, he saw the pickup parked at the edge of the creek embankment. Darrin wheeled in, jumping from the vehicle before it had stopped rolling and ran to the edge. In horror he looked down at his darkest nightmare. Lying at the bottom of a 15-foot embankment was Mitch's twisted body with Josh standing helplessly over him. Darrin looked at the travesty of his husband crumbled in the red mud and sandstone rocks of the creek. With a heart-rending sob, Darrin launched himself over the edge and plunged to his lovers broken body. Splashing through the slurry, he dropped to his knees by Mitch's head and lifted it. Tears rolled down his face as overwhelming grief gripped him. What would he do without Mitch? Mitch was who kept him sane. Distantly through his anguish he realized Josh was standing beside him, tears streaking his dust covered face. Holding Mitch hard against him, Darrin started rocking back and forth as he sobbed.

"Not so tight, stud. My head hurts."

Josh and Darrin both jumped at the soft words uttered from Mitch's mouth. "Mitch? Mitch! Oh fuck! I thought I'd lost you," cried Darrin.

"Fucking hell, leg hurts like a mother fucker," muttered Mitch. Suddenly Mitch tried to sit up and fell back with a moan, "Where's Storm? Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He came back to the corral. That's how we knew to look for you," said Darrin.

Mitch chuckled weakly, "He didn't want to go to the edge. I had a bitch of a time getting him close. I guess he knew more than I did," said Mitch. As he tried to move again he went rigid as the pain surged over him.

Darrin turned to Josh and started giving instructions. "Get back to the pickup. Call 911. You probably won't get a signal in this hole. Tell 'em where we are. Mitch is going to need an ambulance."

Josh nodded and scrambled on hands and knees back up the creek bank. Darrin distantly heard the pickup roar off and then his world narrowed to Mitch. Oblivious to everything but his husband, Darrin held his again unconscious man. Listening to each breath Mitch took, Darrin was thankful Mitch was still alive. Hours seemed to pass before Josh was back and sliding down the bank to them.

"They're coming! The EMT's are on their way. They're from around here so they know where we are. And just in case I gave them the GPS coordinates that I got off your phone."

Darrin reached out a mud stained hand and patted Josh's shoulder, "You did great. Just great." Darrin turned back to the unconscious form in his lap and whispered, "They'll be here soon."

The two of them talked softly to each other, and Mitch as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Soon Darrin could hear the faint sound of sirens but the wait was interminable before he heard they stopped. Seconds later he looked up to find three impassioned faces looking down at them from the edge of the creek embankment.

"Hey," said one of them, "I'm Jeff, this is Marc and that's Sue. We'll have you out in no time. Just stay calm. Give us a second and we'll be down."

Good to his word, in very short order, Jeff and Sue were at the bottom of the creek evaluating Mitch's condition. They relayed the information to Marc who was talking to the hospital. Their calm and professional demeanor went a long way to reassuring Darrin. Once they completed their assessment, Sue squatted on the bank beside Darrin.

"Sir, we need to ask you a few questions."

"Sure, whatever you need," said Darrin as he tried to wipe his face on his arm.

"Excellent . . ." with that she started down the list of standard questions. Darrin didn't even consider his response when asked for his relationship to the patient. While Darrin didn't note the EMT's brief pause, Josh did and hoped it wasn't going to mean trouble later. By the time the questions were answered and Darrin looked up again, there were additional people on the bank above them. He recognized Doug, but there were others who he didn't remember. As long as they were helping, Darrin didn't care. He heard plans being discussed on how to get Mitch out of the creek, but Darrin's focus was on the man he was holding. Suddenly he was surrounded by people who were intensely working to get Mitch out.

The next few minutes were agony for Darrin as he watched them strap Mitch into a basket stretcher. They were as gentle as possible, and had already injected Mitch with all the painkiller his injuries would allow. Darrin saw a tow cable slither down the bank and looked up, realizing that Doug had moved his pickup so they could pull Mitch out with the winch on it. More men piled over the edge to help carry Mitch out. Darrin grabbed a corner and started up the bank with the others as they slowly climbed the steep slope. But it was still not an easy operation and several times Darrin wished Mitch would lapse into unconsciousness until it was over to spare him the obvious agony.

Once they finally reached the top, Darrin moved to the side to catch his breath. As he looked around, he realized people moving with hurried efficiency surrounded them. Some he recognized from the night of the fire, others he couldn't remember ever seeing. Recovered from the climb, Darrin moved beside the stretcher as they carried Mitch to the waiting ambulance. When Darrin tried to follow he was stopped when one of the EMT's stepped in front of him.

"I'm sorry, sir. But you can't ride in the ambulance."

"What?"

"Sorry, sir. Even if you were married you couldn't, it's against company policy."

Darrin glanced up in time to see the EMT turn red as he realized what he'd said. Darrin glared at the man but kept quiet, his focus on getting Mitch to the hospital as quick as possible, and a scene right now would not help.

"Yeah, ok. I'll follow in the pickup," said Darrin with a calm that didn't feel.

The crew visibly relaxed and quickly readied Mitch for the long drive to the nearest hospital. It was soon inching its way across the pasture. Turning back, Darrin could see the crowd was dispersing. He stood dazed for a few moments as he tried to gather his thoughts. He jumped slightly when Doug's large hand landed on his back.

"You ok, Darrin?" asked Doug.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's just . . ." Darrin said with a shudder, "I thought at first that he was dead."

Doug nodded and watched as Josh walked up, not looking any better than Darrin. Turning back he asked, "You need a ride to the hospital? It'd probably be best if you weren't driving."

Before Darrin could answer, Josh said, "I've got it, Mr. Parker."

Doug looked at Josh for a long minute and then nodded. "Well ok, let us know if you need anything. I'm sure Mitch is going to be out of commission for a while. Just let us know what we can do to help."

"I will Doug, and thanks."

Watching as Doug turned to leave, Darrin shook his head. It was amazing what a difference one generation could make, because Doug was certainly nothing like his mother. Turning back to Josh he clasped the young man on the shoulder.

"Let's go, Josh. I want to follow the ambulance to the hospital."



Darrin rushed into the emergency room with Josh tight on his heels. Pausing for a second to get his bearings he spotted the desk and ran over to it. 

"Mitch McRichards was just brought in. Where is he?"

The older woman behind the desk looked at Darrin over the top of her glasses and then started typing on her computer.

"McRichards, yes. He's in ICU. It's immediate family only."

"I'm his husband. I need to be with there!" Darrin said in barely constrained frustration.

"I'm sorry, sir. It's immediate family only. Hospital policy does not consider domestic unions immediate family," said the woman with a scowl on her face.

"What! You will let me in or I'll tear this hospital apart brick by brick to get to him!" screamed Darrin in frustration.

"Sir! You will need to keep your voice down. There's no reason to yell."

"No reason to yell my ass! My husband is in intensive care and he could be dying and you're telling me I can't be with him. What the fuck is that!"

"Sir. If you can't control yourself I'll have security escort you out of the hospital."

Darrin inhaled to unleash a storm of frustrations when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Snapping his head back he saw that Sheriff White Cloud standing beside him.

"Darrin, what's the problem?"

"Mitch was hurt bad. He and his horse fell down a creek bank. And she won't let me in to be with him." Darrin explained. His body was starting to shake from the stress and frustration. He was glad the Sheriff was there, but didn't know what could be done. All he knew was that he wasn't with the person he loved most when he was seriously injured.

The woman bristled visibly and sank back into her seat. "You know the hospital policies, Jim. I can't just let everyone in."

The Sheriff leaned forward with a look that didn't bode well for the obstinate woman. "What do you think the hospital, and its spiffy clean administrators in Oklahoma City would think of you not letting a loved one back to see someone in ICU."

The woman seemed to be softening for a minute, then her resolve settled in again. "It's their rules, not mine. Sorry."

Jim's face darkened and he leaned in close to the woman. Darrin prepared himself for a verbal tirade. The next words from the sheriff caught him completely by surprise.

"Wanda. These boys are two-spirits. Do you want Nanna to come talk with you?"

The short woman blanched and looked away, then she turned to Darrin, "Room E7."

Darrin smiled at the Sheriff and started down the hallway she had indicated, with Josh and the Sheriff trailed behind. When Wanda saw Josh she stopped them again.

"Hey! I said him," she pointed at Darrin, "Not you. How are you related."

Josh got a look of panic and glanced at Darrin. Determination quickly replaced the panic and he turned back to the woman.

"I'm their son, and I'm going to see my Dad!"

The woman started to argue, and then surrendered. "Fine. Whatever. Go!"

The trio walked rapidly down the hallway. As they moved past open doors, Darrin looked at Jim with a quizzical look on his face. "Who's Nanna?"

"My grandmother," said the Sheriff.

Darrin was taken aback, but it quickly left him as they walked into the room. Darrin moved to one side and Josh the other, trying to stay out of the way but wanting Mitch to know he wasn't alone. Soon the nurses had him prepped for surgery and were wheeling Mitch out of the room. Darrin and Josh were directed to the waiting room and sat in tense frustration as the minutes crept by.



Mitch looked around the room through blurry eyes. He saw Josh, sound asleep, in one of the chairs. Smiling to himself he watched Josh turn in his sleep and wipe the drool off his face. He heard a soft sound beside him and turned to find Darrin beside the bed.

"Hello, sleepy. How are we feeling," said Darrin.

Mitch cleared his throat and smiled, "I'm not sure how 'we' are feeling, but I think I'm on some damn good drugs."

Darrin chuckled, "Yeah, you're right. Do you need anything? Is there something I can get you?"

"Water."

Darrin lifted a cup of ice the nurse had left for Mitch and dug out a spoonful, feeding it to Mitch. While he continued to spoon feed him ice chips, Darrin inwardly grimaced at the sight of his normally vibrant husband stretched out on a hospital bed surrounded with machines and tubes. As he sat the cup down, the door opened and the doctor came in. He looked over Mitch, checked his stats and then smiled.

"Well Mr. McRichards. How are we feeling? How is the pain?"

Mitch suppressed a laugh at the second 'we' in so few seconds but answered the question, "It's good. My throat is dry, but otherwise I don't feel that bad. How am I?"

"All things considered, you're in remarkable shape. It certainly could have been worse. You have a concussion and your leg has multiple breaks. You were lucky, the orthopedic surgeon was here from Oklahoma City on his weekly visit when you came in, and he's one of the best in the state. So you got excellent care."

"So what's the prognosis, Doc?" asked Mitch.

"A couple of days of observation for the concussion and then you can go home. In a few months you should be back to 100%."

"Months? How many months?"

"Oh, six or eight. You can start physical therapy once the incision heals. Six months of PT and you should be good to go. They'll work with you and the crutches too. You shouldn't need them for more than a month or so."

Mitch looked at Darrin in panic at the length of his recovery. Expecting to see him equally distressed, Darrin's broad smile confused Mitch. But he'd slept through most of the drama of the last 24 hours, including the minutes when Darrin thought he'd lost Mitch. For Darrin, needing to take care of Mitch for eight months was fine, just fine.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 03





Outside it was early winter, but the climate inside was more like a spring hell-bringer thunderstorm. After three weeks of being stuck inside on crutches, not being able to drive or put any weight on the leg, and dealing with three days a week of physical therapy, Mitch was not fit to be around. He had chewed Josh's ass a few days ago for some imagined fault and had cornered off with Darrin just before he left for work that morning. 

He'd spent the day trying to get something done with the ranch accounts, but was having trouble focusing. Mitch saw himself as the one to do the physical work on their ranch, and now that he couldn't fulfill that role, he was miserable and made everyone around him miserable too. Adding to his general unhappiness for the last several days was the construction crew that Darrin had hired to work on their bathroom. Personally, Mitch thought Darrin's timing sucked.

The sound of the front door opening somehow served to reinforce his sense of ineptitude. But Darrin's arrival gave Mitch's frustration a target.

"Nice of you to visit home. Glad you could work me in."

"Hi Mitch, glad to see you too," said Darrin.

"Well I have your fuck'n dinner ready if you fuck'n care."

"Thanks. You already ate?"

"Yeah, whatever. It tastes like shit," muttered Mitch.

Darrin made himself a small plate and sat down across from the couch where Mitch was sprawled. He glared at Darrin with misplaced rage, keeping his arms folded across his chest as Darrin ate. Darrin finished his spartan meal, coming back to sit beside Mitch's head after he'd dropped his dishes in the sink.

"I have a surprise for you."

"What? New boots? Can't fuck'n put 'em on so don't bother," grumbled Mitch.

"Come on, bitchy. Get up. I want you to see the bathroom," said Darrin.

Darrin watched as Mitch got on his crutches. Unobtrusively holding his hand behind Mitch to catch him if he lost his balance, they moved slowly to the bathroom. Once through the door, Mitch could see a huge cardboard box in one corner, wrapped with an enormous red bow.

"What the hell?" muttered Mitch.

"Well, open it and see," said Darrin. Handing Mitch a cord he added, " Just pull this."

With a frown on his face, he tugged and the box collapsed to reveal a huge new shower. Mitch stared at it for a few minutes, remembering their shared showers during last year's spring break and his tense muscles relaxed slightly. 

Before Mitch could comprehend it all Darrin added; "It's handicap accessible too. There's a bench and handholds. All the heads are adjustable. All the cool crap I could find."

A smile finally crept across Mitch's face and he looked at Darrin. 

"This is so great! And I've been a complete asshole."

"Yes, you have. You won't get any argument from me. And if you don't quit hurting Josh's feelings, I'm going to break your other leg. Every time you yell at him, he pouts for days. He's not me you know. I know you're an old softie, he doesn't."

"I know, I know," said Mitch with a sigh. 

"Well?" said Darrin with a smile, "Wanna take it for a spin?"

"Sure. But I'm gonna need some help with my clothes."

"I've never minded stripping your clothes off, babe. Never."

Darrin moved with practiced ease as he helped Mitch strip and then get into the shower. Darrin adjusted the warm spray so it cascaded against Mitch's body from all sides. He watched Mitch relaxing under the jets of water as he stripped. Stepping in behind Mitch, he took the hand shower and slowly ran the hot water over Mitch's body, carefully avoiding the new scar. Once he had finished the water massage, Darrin squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and started washing Mitch's hair.

"Oh babe, that really feels good," said Mitch with a sigh.

"Good. If you will promise to quit biting our heads off we can make this a regular thing while you're recovering."

Mitch closed his eyes and nodded in agreement as Darrin gently worked the soap into his short hair. Darrin carefully rinsed the shampoo off Mitch, then leaned down and kissed his forehead. Taking the washcloth in his hand, he coated it with liquid soap and started gently washing Mitch's body. As he moved across Mitch's muscular chest, Darrin spent extra time soaping his nipples. Soon Mitch was leaning against Darrin and both of them were sporting full-blown erections. Darrin tenderly washed Mitch's groin, enjoying the swirls of patterns the soap and Mitch's body hair were creating. Working carefully he soaped Mitch ass and let his finger slip slightly inside Mitch's tight hole. Mitch moaned at Darrin's slight penetration.

"Oh hell. That feels so good. I haven't got off since that morning before the accident. God, I'm horny as hell," said Mitch through a chorus of sighs.

Darrin moved in front of Mitch and started washing his legs. Mitch spread them as the sensations built, his cock jerking with each swipe of the cloth. Darrin reached his feet and started washing them carefully, rubbing gently between each toe as he enjoyed the sight of Mitch, eyes closed and cock throbbing as Darrin cleaned his body. Finishing with the last square inch of skin, Darrin again worked the handheld shower slowly over Mitch. He enjoyed the intimacy that they hadn't been able to have since the accident. Once he had washed the last traces of soap from Mitch's body Darrin put the shower back in the holder and started rubbing Mitch's back. He could feel Mitch's labored breathing as he came back from the edge of orgasm.

"I think we should move this to the bed so you can be more comfortable," Darrin whispered to Mitch. His nod of acceptance was all Darrin needed. Turning off the shower, he dried himself and then Mitch. Providing the support Mitch needed, they moved to the bed and Darrin helped Mitch slowly lower himself to sit on its edge. 

"Lay on your face, cutie. I want to munch on that prime Mitch ass," said Darrin in a theatrical growl.

Mitch practically giggled at the fake voice as he moved into position. Playing the role he responded in a high falsetto. "Oh my, how will I ever survive the assault on my virginity?"

Darrin laughed softly and knelt between Mitch's spread legs and opened his ass cheeks, inhaling deeply. Looking up at Mitch he quipped, "I believe I have relieved you of your virginity numerous times now, Sir Studly, but I am going to happily take it again."

With that he leaned down and licked Mitch from scrotum to lower back. Concentrating on the brown pucker in front of him, he tenderly started licking from its center out. Over and over again his tongue gently worked Mitch's tender hole. As it relaxed under the attention, he gently put the tip of his tongue inside Mitch's ass and wiggled it. 

"Ohmygod! I swear! I'm about to jizz that feels so fuck'n good!"

Darrin moved his face away, rubbing Mitch's hairy ass cheeks as his own breathing sped up in response to their lovemaking. He knew their abstinence had been necessary for Mitch's recovery, but he'd sorely missed their times together. 

"Not yet, babe. I want this to last. I've missed touching you so much. I just want you to enjoy the ride," said Darrin.

Mitch grunted and then relaxed against the bed as Darrin slid one of his fingers inside his trench and started rubbing back and forth over his twitching hole. Darrin laid down behind Mitch, wedging his face into his butt and began a full attack on the tender hole in front of him. Darrin's tongue teased and prodded as it worked to loosen Mitch's hole. For long minutes he forged deeper and deeper into Mitch's ass. Then using his teeth, he nipped at the puckered entrance. Soon Mitch's hole was loose and swollen from Darrin's careful work. His fingers were prying Mitch's hole open wider as his tongue demanded entry. As his assault continued, Mitch moaned louder and louder, his body trembling as his need for release built.

"Oh god, fuck me, please just fuck me," begged Mitch.

Darrin leaned down with a look of regret on his face and softly said, "I can't, babe. You can't have weight on you." Darrin kissed Mitch softly on the back and ran his hand up the perfect body under him. "But I have plans. You'll explode soon, babe. Don't worry."

"Shit. I can't take much more. My fuck'n cock is so hard it hurts."

Darrin smiled lustfully and then lunged back into Mitch's ass. His tongue dove into Mitch, burying itself in him again and again. Soon Mitch was moaning at the top of his voice. Darrin knew the passion was overriding some of the pain, and was concerned Mitch would over-reach, reversing some of the healing. With a final lick, Darrin reluctantly removed his face from between Mitch's ass cheeks.

"Turn over, babe. I wanna suck you dry!"

With a groan and a slight struggle Mitch rolled to his back. His cock was at full mast and leaking precum in massive quantities. Darrin knew Mitch couldn't take much more teasing, so he concentrated on his ultimate goal, Mitch's thick dick. Pressing his lips against the slit, Darrin sucked. Clear man nectar flooded his mouth and his own desire ratcheted up several notches. Darrin gently started fondling Mitch's nuts as he took the diamond hard cock down his throat. Quickly he moved into action, tugging Mitch's nuts while he deep throated his randy cock. Almost immediately Darrin felt Mitch begin to tense with an impending orgasm. 

"Oh yes! Hell yes! I'm about to blow," screamed Mitch.

Darrin released Mitch's balls and drove his face down on Mitch's rod. Once his lips were pressed into Mitch's pubic hair, he rested for a second to enjoy the sensation of hard dick filling his throat. Realizing that Mitch was panting with need, Darrin started plunging his mouth up and down on Mitch. Twisting and stroking, Darrin raced to send Mitch over the edge. Almost immediately Mitch let out a guttural scream.

"Fuck! Oh, holy shit!"

With that Mitch started flooding Darrin's mouth. Mitch's weeks of pent up semen filled his mouth until it was leaking around Darrin's tight lips. Swallowing quickly, he still couldn't contain the flow. Darrin pulled off, grabbed the squirting member and started pounding up and down on the shaft. Shot after shot erupted from Mitch's writhing cock as his balls emptied their pent up load. When the ejaculation finally slowed, Darrin and Mitch were coated with his essence. Darrin sucked Mitch's cock into his mouth and nursed it for the last drops of cum. Gently he sucked and licked until the cock slipped from his lips, completely soft. Running his tongue over Mitch's over-heated body, he softly licked up pools of cum. Sucking the last puddle into his mouth, he moved beside Mitch and kissed him softly, letting some of the seed slide between them. As they kissed, white jizz coated their lips. After several long delicious minutes, they broke the kiss with an audible note. 

"Oh hell," said Mitch softly, "That was fuck'n amazing."

"Oh yeah, it was," said Darrin held Mitch gently.

Mitch looked into Darrin's eyes and smiled, "Oh we're not done yet, stud. I can feel your pecker trying to burrow into my side."

"It's ok, Mitch. I just wanted for you to feel good."

Mitch laughed, "I feel fuck'n fantastic! Now move up here so I can suck some dick."

"Really, you don't—"

"Darrin, if I don't have dick in my mouth in 10 seconds I will—"

Darrin stopped the discussion by shoving his swollen cock against Mitch's lips. With a twinkle in his eyes, Mitch opened his lips and Darrin pressed forward. Gently at first, but with building urgency, Darrin thrust his rod into Mitch's mouth. His hot lips and Darrin's overwhelming desire eliminated any chance of lasting. Instantly, Darrin's balls were tight against his shaft and his climax began. Grasping Mitch's head, he began bucking wildly as his cock sprayed cum.

"Oh god! Fuck!" screamed Darrin.

Mitch reached back and thrust a thick finger into Darrin's butt as the last drops of cum drained from Darrin's system. The added stimulation sent a final wave of pleasure through Darrin and he shuddered and collapsed beside Mitch.

"Oh holy fuck! That was amazing!" gasped out Darrin.

Silently Mitch pulled him close and kissed him gently. Mixing the essence of their two orgasms they soon had a lust-fueled mix that they were sharing with each other. Slowly they both drifted down from their sex-induced delirium and their lips released. Their movement slowed until they were resting against each other.

"Wow," said Mitch.

"Yup, wow is right."

Darrin cuddled against Mitch and for the first time since the accident they slept together. Both took care to avoid Mitch's injury, but nether was willing to spend another night apart. They again realized how much they needed each other.



The smile plastered across Josh's face was a ready indication of the kind of night he was having. Tony had taken him to the movie and dinner. They'd gone to Lawton because Tony thought the movies were better there, and there was certainly more places to eat. The fact that it also meant Josh got to spend more time with the handsome football player was fine with him too. 

He looked over at Tony and smiled. So far as Josh was concerned, he was the epitome of a cowboy stud. His blond hair was cut short, with only a few small curls showing from under his cowboy hat. His face was covered with the beginnings of a beard, which was trimmed just along his jaw line. His western shirt had the top few snaps open and a little hair showing from between his pecs. The sleeves were rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. He was wearing a skintight pair of wranglers that showed off his ass and package well. The final touch was the deep cut boots with his jeans tucked in on just the inside. He couldn't have been a hotter picture of manhood so far as Josh was concerned.

Josh peeled his eyes from Tony, scanned their vehicle and had to smile a little. If there was a stereotypical vehicle for a high school stud, they were in it. A bright red four-wheel drive pickup, it was every country high school boy's transportation wet dream. To make it even sweeter he'd installed a lift kit and slapped on a set of oversized mud tires. Josh just thought it was amazing that he was enjoying the company of one of the hottest boys in school, and it was mind-blowing that they were in the pickup together.

Josh came out of his reflection to the realization that they were not on the normal way home. Not saying anything, he studied the countryside until he realized that they were in a remote part of the county where no one lived. A few minutes later, Tony pulled into a heavily wooded area just along a creek. Parking in the deepest shadows, he killed the truck and then turned to Josh.

"What're we doing, Tony?" asked Josh.

"I thought we could relax here for a little while. I like Darrin and Mitch and all, but they seem to walk in whenever we are really getting into it. And with Mitch on crutches it seems worse. So, you know, I just thought we'd have some time alone," said Tony with a smile.

"That sounds great. Their timing does suck sometimes," said Josh with a lopsided smile, remembering that Darrin had practically ordered him out tonight so he could get a break from helping take care of Mitch.

Josh smiled as Tony slid closer and leaned over the console, Josh watched his luscious lips moving nearer. At the touch of Tony's lips Josh's skin burned with sexual fire and his cock inflated in a heartbeat. Josh sighed softly when Tony trapped Josh's face between his big hands and gently stroked his tongue over Josh's lips. Josh caressed Tony's face, loving the plush texture under his hands. Trailing lower, he explored the exposed skin at the top of Tony's shirt. As he pushed down, each snap popped until Tony's entire torso was exposed. His hands travelled over Tony's chest, teasing the small patch of hair in the middle of his pecs. As Josh traced his fingertips across Tony's skin his kisses took on a more urgent quality. Breaking the kiss, Tony moved back until Josh was staring into his liquid blue eyes, and smiled.

"Let's get in the back. It's a warm night. We'll have more room for . . . fun," said Tony with a grin.

"Yeah," panted Josh, "That sounds good."

The pair moved to the back of the pickup and lowered the tailgate. As they sat side-by-side, Tony reached over and pulled Josh's polo over his head and laid it down. Leaning forward he pressed his lips against the center of Josh's chest, igniting a fire again. Sitting back, he trailed his fingers over Josh's body, the inferno building with each bit of skin he touched.

"God, I love your smooth body. I really like guys who aren't hairy," said Tony as he continued to touch Josh's chest. Josh extended his trembling hand and met him touch for touch. Eventually he leaned closer and slid Tony's shirt off, letting it fall into the truck. Pausing, he let his eyes rake over the man in front of him. Tony was big without being cut. Josh knew he was a linebacker, which meant he needed bulk as much as muscle. So his hard body was slightly softened, he didn't have a 6-pack but his stomach was nicely flat and his sex muscles wrapped around his hips in a very sexy way. Any more analysis evaporated when Tony wrapped his arms around him and pulled Josh into a tight embrace. Josh's world constricted to Tony's touch and his own building desire. His cock was so hard it was almost painful and he was pumping out huge amounts of precum with a growing wet spot in his jeans to prove it. His head spun and conscious thought halted when Tony's rough hand ran over his package.

"Oh god," said Josh with a gasp, "Don't stop. Fuck that feels good."

"You like that?" asked Tony with a smirk as he squeezed Josh harder. "Tell me what you want."

"Oh fuck. Whatever you want. Just don't . . ."

Josh's speech was frozen when he felt Tony open his pants and slide the zipper lower. Josh could feel his cock stretching to his hip and knew it was flexing uncontrollably as his desire went into overdrive. Tony stroked Josh's dick through the thin material of his briefs.

"Nice cock, Edwards."

"Shit, Tony. That feels fuck'n great," said Josh through his gasps. Leaning forward he quickly opened his jeans and touched Tony's hard cock through his boxers. 

"Go ahead. It won't bite. Pull it out. Give it some air," said Tony with a smile.

Josh looked into the football player's eyes for confirmation, and at his slight nod he reached in through the fly and pulled out Tony's dick. Even with it rock hard the foreskin covered all but the tip, where a pool of precum gathered. Josh slowly skinned it back, exposing the dark red cockhead hidden inside. Looking up he saw Tony's smiling face.

"How do you like my uncut snake, Josh?"

"It's nice. Very nice," muttered Josh as he stared in fascination at the first cock he had ever touched, beside his own. Pulling the hood down completely, Josh released it watching as it climbed back up the shaft. His focus was shifted when he felt Tony pull down the front of his briefs, releasing his cock. It immediately lurched into view, pointing straight up with a belch of precum that spun out from it like strands of sugar. Tony wrapped his fingers around the shaft in front of him and smeared precum over its head.

"Damn, Josh. That's a fuck'n big cock!"

Josh looked at his member, afraid somehow that he was unfit. Quickly he realized that Tony was more fascinated with his dick than appalled. Relaxing he went back to stroking Tony's cock, running his finger inside the hood. He listened as Tony's breathing became more and more ragged. Josh leaned closer until he was barely inches from Tony's hooded prong and was watching with fascination as the head disappeared into its foreskin with each slow stroke.

"Go ahead Josh. Lick it. God, I want you to lick it," gasped out Tony.

Josh looked up, his breathing labored from stimulation. "Condom?"




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 03



"Condom? Just lick the head, you don't need a condom for oral," said Tony in a biting tone.

The sudden change of attitude snapped Josh from his lust-induced delirium. Mitch's lecture played through his head and he paused.

"Don't stop! What are you stopping for?" whined Tony.

Josh looked at Tony with a small frown, "No, I'm not sucking you off without a condom. Mitch says you can get shit even from precum. I'm sorry Tony but I want to be careful."

Suddenly Tony's hands were all over Josh, rubbing and stroking him tenderly. He leaned toward Josh's neck, kissed up it and whispered into his ear. "Come on baby. Just lick it. I'm so fucking hard! Just a little lick.

Josh's jaw muscle flexed as he clenched his teeth to help him regain his self-control. In an almost imperceptible movement he shook his head no.

"Oh, come on dude! Don't be a cock tease. Just a little tongue action. You've got me all horny. You gonna leave me with blue balls now?"

Josh looked at Tony, still in his spell but unwilling to take chances. "Let's jerk each other off. I wanna watch your uncut monster shoot."

Tony smiled at Josh, seemingly understanding, and started to stroke on Josh's dick. Josh breathed out a sigh of relief and again started working Tony's twitching cock. Soon both of their hands were flying down the other's wet shafts as they raced toward orgasm. Josh felt Tony start to shake and mutter. Soon Tony plunged over and translucent cum started shooting while Josh flailed his cock.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck!" screamed Tony as he unloaded.

Josh continued jacking him until the last dollop of cream oozed from his spent dick. Tony was panting for air as his release left him satiated. Josh's own cock was flexing wildly as it sought release. Josh panted softly, wondering what to do.

Tony looked up and saw the look on Josh's face and realized what he was waiting on. "Oh dude. Here."

Tony spit in his hand and then started stroking Josh again. With a few strokes, Tony's rugged hands had set Josh's ball draining in motion. Tony grabbed Josh's massive cock with both hands, plunging Josh into his climax. The guttural cries and unending flow of cum seemed to delight Tony. Josh felt like his body was trying to turn itself inside out as his orgasm continued on and on. Eventually the last convulsion swept through his body and he collapsed against Tony. Turning his head he kissed him softly and smiled.

"Thanks for understanding. Damn that was good," said Josh.

"No problem man. I'll get some condoms and next time we can have more fun."

"Yeah, that sounds good. But we better get home. I have to be up early to help in the morning, and it seems the later I come in, the earlier they need me up," Josh said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I should get home too," said Tony as he finished fastening his jeans and pulling on his shirt.

Once they were back inside the pickup it seemed like no time before Josh was being dropped off at his house. He waved as Tony drove off, relaxing in the afterglow of their mutual masturbation.

Tony looked into the rearview mirror at the tall cowboy as he drove down the driveway. He was going to tap that smooth cowboy ass. He was going to breed Josh Edwards and there wasn't going to be any fucking condom on his cock when he did it either.



Darrin looked up in time to see a slender white haired form settle into the chair across from his desk. He definitely knew who this was, Emma Ruck was one of the premier researchers in her area, and one of the reasons he had thought Great Plains University was a good place for him and Mitch. She was a brilliant researcher, and a close friend of Dr. Koch. And God help the person who mistakenly thought the demure looking person in front of him was not one of the premier predators in academia.

"Hello, Dr. Ruck. Sorry I haven't had time to sit down and visit with you, but it's been a crazy first semester," said Darrin with a sincere smile. 

"Oh, don't worry about it Darrin, and please, it's Emma. First semesters always suck. I've been watching people go through them for almost 40 years. It's always the same," she said with a smile.

Darrin chuckled, "Well, I'm following the trend then. Because it's been a heck of a semester."

"I heard you had some health issues at home. I'm sorry to hear about that."

Darrin nodded his head, becoming a little concerned at the level of familiarity that Dr. Ruck was showing. "Yes, Mitch was thrown from his horse and had a severe break in his femur as a result. There were pins and plates to put him back together again. But he's getting around on crutches now and the physical therapy is helping, in spite of his grousing to the contrary. Believe me, we're glad he's doing better. Josh and I were ready to move into the hand's quarters earlier."

She nodded her head and chuckled, "Oh, yes. I understand completely. My husband had a similar injury years ago and I was threatening him with the tranq gun before it was over.

Well, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here. William sent me a copy of your PhD dissertation and I was very impressed. I also think it would dovetail very well with the research I'm currently undertaking. I've just started the grant application and I was wondering if you would be interested in making it a collaborative project."

Darrin stared in shock, his mouth moving with no sound emerging for several moments. Finally the shock wore off enough for him to respond, "Yes! Most definitely. I'm sure we can discuss where you see the interconnections later but I would be very interested, and honored, to work with you in a collaborative project."

They began to amicably discuss the project as Emma saw it evolving. Soon they were both excited and seeing many possibilities. Time passed quickly as they became lost in their discussion. The early winter sunset signaled the late hour and Dr. Ruck looked across the desk at Darrin and smiled,

"Yes, William was definitely right. You will make a good collaborative partner. Please tell him I said hi when he passes through."

Darrin's head snapped up and a slight look of confusion was on his face at the revelation.

"Dr. Koch. Here? When?"

"A few days before Christmas I believe. I take it you didn't know."

Darrin shook his head in denial and Emma's rich laughter as she walked down the hall echoed back to him.

"Enjoy your visitors, Darrin!" she called as she left the office suite.

Darrin sat stunned for several minutes, and then started quickly gathering up his materials to go home. He worried about the unannounced visit from the man who was on both their graduate school committees and had defended Darrin during his dissertation presentation. By the time he got home he had worked his stomach into knots trying to figure out why Koch was making a special trip to their ranch. Walking through the kitchen, he spotted Mitch propped up at this desk working on paperwork. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to look over Mitch's shoulder. After a few seconds he asked,

"Did you know Koch was coming to see us?"

"Sure. I told you a few days ago. He and Lex are stopping by on their way to Colorado for Christmas."

"Really? Well shit. I completely spaced on that one then."

Mitch chuckled and swung his leg around and pulled Darrin down for a kiss. "You've had a stressful few months, babe. Don't sweat it. I think they are only staying overnight."

Darrin shrugged, "Ok. No big deal then. I was making it into some kind of test."

Mitch shook his head and chuckled, "Sounds like my husband. Hey, the kids gone for at least another 20 or 30 minutes. Whatcha think about making out with your poor injured man?"

Darrin laughed and pulled a chair close and sat down beside Mitch. Pulling him close they began kissing. They softly enjoyed the chance for intimacy, a masculine musk infusing the air around them.



All three men were rushing around getting the last minute details finished before Koch and Lex arrived. The guys had known they were coming for more than a month, but between Josh's tests, the end of Darrin's semester and Mitch's slowed pace due to the injury, the arrival preparation had been put on the back burner. But with their arrival only days away, the focus had quickly shifted to some much needed house cleaning as well as getting the guesthouse ready for its inaugural occupants. They'd been told not to make any special preparations, which they of course ignored. Fortunately the physical therapist had given Mitch a release to walk without the crutches, which was a relief to everyone. Mitch's continual tirades about the hours spent at rehab, and the fact that he thought the progress had been too slow had wore on both Darrin and Josh.

It was only a few days before Christmas and while some years they could have done their usual outdoor barbeque, this wasn't one of them. The weather had turned miserable with rain and dropping temperatures. But they weren't as concerned about the weather as the guests. Koch was a force of nature unto himself. The weather wouldn't dare strand him in Oklahoma when he had planned a Colorado winter get away. Almost as soon as the last detail was seen to, Josh spotted an unfamiliar car coming up their driveway. The guys stood on the porch as Lex parked and the pair walked up to the house.

Koch stuck out his hand, shaking each hand in turn. Looking over his shoulder at Mitch. 

"Goddamn McRichards, could you be any fucking more in the butt fuck boonies?"

There was a moment of tension with Josh looking back and forth, and then Mitch and Darrin burst out laughing.

"Damn, Koch! Subtle as always," said Mitch with a smile. "Come on in, it's a long drive from the university. Do you want something to drink?"

After they filed into the house, Mitch determined who wanted what and went to the refrigerator to get them. He walked back into the living room passing the drinks to everyone and then plopping on the couch beside Darrin. Mitch watched as Koch and Lex looked around the room. Koch looked back at the pair with a nod.

"Damn nice place. Of course it's not as fucking good as ours, but not bad for you two," said Koch with a smile.

Lex turned to him and popped him on the arm, "Be nice, William! Or there will be no snacks for you later."

It took Mitch a moment to get the innuendo and then he chuckled. Glancing up he saw Josh starting to turn red and decided the conversation needed to be moved onto safer ground. 

"So how are things back at the department? Any good gossip? We saw Gordy and Sam a few months ago, but that's been about it," said Mitch.

Koch paused for a minute to think, "Well that asshole Hand didn't get tenure. He scurried away pretty fast too. Got a job at some school in the south. Damn fuckwad!"

"Really? I thought no one would have wanted him after all the crap he pulled," said Darrin.

Koch looked at Darrin with a snort, "Hell, it's not a real university. It's one of those church ran things that don't do anything that's outside their precious bible interpretations. Their work never gets published in credible journals. So they're in their little world and can't cause any harm."

Darrin sighed, "Except training the next generation of haters. . ."

Koch actually looked sympathetic for a minute, then leaned forward and patted Darrin on the knee. "You can't change the world, son. Just do what you can with what you got. Hand was a lost cause. Your tirade during your defense was exactly right, those kind of people are always looking for the next target. Right now, it's anyone who might not be straight."

"But people get hurt. Folks are dying. Kids kill themselves because of what they hear from those bigots!" said Darrin with some heat.

Koch leaned back and relaxed in the chair, holding up both hands to deflect Darrin's anger. "Whoa, boy! I'm with you. But we aren't miracle workers. Do what you can and do your best. That all we can do." Koch cast a significant look in Josh's direction and then looked back at the pair. "Looks to me like you're already making change. Do what you can boys, just do what you can."

Darrin relaxed against the couch and leaned against Mitch, who wrapped his arm around Darrin's shoulders and squeezed softly. The conversation shifted into a much lighter tone as they caught up with each other's lives. When Mitch asked about the cabin, they found out that Lex had been doing renovations. And that Peggy, the neighbor and often time's caretaker for their retreat, had been asking about he and Darrin. Eventually night deepened and the conversation started to lag. Lex stretched and squeezed Koch's arm and gave him a significant look.

"I'm tired, and we need to get an early start to make the cabin by tomorrow night. Besides, we'll need gas or we won't make it 10 miles in that gas guzzler you insisted we drive."

"Hell, we couldn't take that little pussy Prius. They would've ran us out of the county," said Koch in a growl.

"Yeah. Whatever, muffin. Now get your ass up and let's get to bed," said Lex with a chuckle.

Mitch and Darrin snickered at the exchange, glad Koch seemed to have met his match. They all followed Lex out the door and helped get him and Koch settled into the guesthouse. They moved quickly since the rain and wind made any outside activity miserable. Once the last of their luggage was out of the car, the trio sprinted back to the house and headed to their respective rooms. 

Mitch and Darrin quickly stripped and crawled into bed. Mitch was still under some restrictions from his injury, but he was chafing under them since he felt fine. Darrin was scowling at him like a mother hen and not allowing anything but what the doctor had listed. So they curled against each other under layers of quilts and drifted off to sleep.



Josh was also lying in bed, but sleep didn't come as easy for him. Tony had started picking him up and taking him to school each day. Today they'd had a few minutes to make out before Josh had to be home. They hadn't had an opportunity with any real privacy since the drive home that night. But Josh had made his own preparations and had plenty of condoms on hand, and made sure they would work for oral sex. He didn't want the taste of spermicide in his mouth, he thought with a chuckle. He had them in his room and had read all the instructions, but so far had never used any of them. But tonight he was thinking about exploring a little since just the thoughts of Tony's hot lips against his was turning his cock into a throbbing piece of steel. 

Josh started absently stroking his hard cock as he looked at the box of condoms Mitch had given him. Since Josh got access to the guys computers, he'd found a world of information he hadn't even known existed. After the incident in the truck with Tony, Josh wanted to make sure that he knew how to put on a rubber if he was going to insist Tony used one. He'd found a good video on Planned Parenthood's website and watched it a couple of times. It didn't look too tough, but he hadn't actually done it either.

Lifting the foil packet to his mouth he gently tore it open while he continued to fondle himself. His cock was leaking copious amounts of precum as he looked at the flattened little circle in his hand. He lowered it to his cock, rubbing the latex over his swollen cockhead. Grabbing the tip he tried to unroll it onto his now throbbing dick but couldn't. Frustrated Josh tried to force it down. Deciding he had somehow gotten a defective condom, he looked at it closer and realized, to his chagrin, that he had it on backwards. Feeling like an idiot, Josh flipped the little disc over and quickly unrolled it down his dick. Josh looked at his latex cloaked sausage, and smiled.

Grabbing the small bottle of lube, he squirted some over the translucent sheath and wrapped his hands around its turgid length. He started slowly sliding his hands over the thick cock in his hands. Closing his eyes, he was soon thrusting into his hands and panting softly. Fortunately the condom served to lessen the stimulation so he was able to last longer than normal. But normal for Josh was usually a matter of moments so it still wasn't long before his balls were tight against his shaft and he could feel the familiar churn of semen racing through his system. With only a few ragged thrusts his orgasm began and quickly pumped the small reservoir full of white cream. Josh's body trembled with release as his cock took on a life of its own. With a last tremor his tense muscles relaxed and he collapsed into the bed. Gasping for air he laid there for several minutes while he recovered. Once back to normal he looked at the inflated balloon covering his slowly softening dick. He noticed some cum leaking from the bottom, not enough space left at the tip Josh decided, good to know for when he was with Tony. 

Josh quickly cleaned up and got rid of any evidence of his masturbation session. He slid into bed, this time more than ready for sleep. As he descended into the comfort of sleep, he distantly noted that the tree outside his window looked, odd. But without a second thought he drifted asleep.



Darrin was dimly aware of the loud moans and crackling sounds coming from outside. With a sudden explosive crash close to the house, he was wide-awake.

"What the fuck was that?" shouted Darrin.

"The cottonwood down the hill," said Mitch from the window. "Damnit! It looks like we've had a hell of an ice storm."

About that time a gust of wind rattled the trees surrounding the house, and the power failed. Darrin stared at the unlit light before it flickered twice and then came back to life.

"Ok," said Mitch, "You were now officially right. The generator we installed was worth every penny."

Darrin chuckled, "Dang! I need to write that down. I was right, and Mitchell McRichards admitted it!"

Mitch walked to Darrin and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Yeah, you were. We better check on everything though."

The pair moved into action, dressed and outside in short order. To their dismay they discovered that there was at least a half-inch of ice coating everything. The trees were creaking and all it would take is a good wind to do a horrendous amount of damage, but so far they were alright. Of course it wasn't just the trees that were coated, power lines and fences as far as they could see were covered too. As was the ground, as Mitch found out when he almost fell when he stepped off the porch. 

After Darrin helped him back to safe footing, they looked around in disbelief. "Shit! What are we going to do?"

"Not much we can do with ice this thick. Hope it warms up soon and melts it."

"What about the steers?" asked Darrin.

Mitch shrugged, "They probably took shelter in the windbreaks. They should be ok. We'll take them some hay this afternoon."

As they walked around surveying the damage, and potential loss, they heard the soft creak of a door and watched Lex walked over to them.

"Guys, this looks bad. But I'm surprised you still have power," said Lex.

"We had a gas generator installed last summer. College's idea," said Mitch.

Lex nodded, "Smart, but how much gas have you got?"

Darrin smiled and turned toward Lex, "Natural gas. We're fine."

"How widespread is it?" 

"Don't know yet. Let's go check the TV."

They carefully made their way into the house. Once everyone was safely inside, Mitch started the coffee for Lex and himself and handed Darrin a bottle of pop. They settled in front of the television and soon found that it was widespread and severe. The storm had knocked out most of southwestern Oklahoma. While they sat transfixed by the severity of the damage, Josh walked out looking freshly showered. He watched for several minutes with the trio and then moved to the kitchen to start fixing breakfast. Soon the sounds and smells of frying sausage and eggs as well as biscuits were permeating the house. Lex turned and smiled at Josh.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 04



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. 



Mitch looked up as Josh walked into the living room, and couldn't help but think he was developing into a fine young man. The person before him was so different from the emotionally and physically battered kid Sheriff White Cloud had dropped on them last year that they might as well be different people. The young man standing before him in pressed black jeans and white western shirt would be a catch for anyone, male or female. Josh's shy smile didn't denote a lack of confidence anymore either, but a warmth that he shared willingly with others.

Josh seemed to navigate the rest of Christmas and the days following with mature aplomb. Mitch still didn't know exactly what Koch said to him, but it had helped. And Josh seemed to genuinely miss Koch when he and Lex left for Colorado a few days later. In the days since, they had all been busy repairing damage done by the ice storm. But today was New Years Eve and everyone had made celebration plans. He and Darrin were going to Lawton with friends. Josh had a date with Tony, but hadn't given Mitch any details. Mitch was concerned about how their relationship was developing and he was lost in thought about it when Josh clapped his hands in front of his face.

"Hello! Earth to Mitch! You still with me?" quipped Josh, "I asked how I looked."

"Smartass," said Mitch in a rumble, "Yes, I'm still here. And yes, you look fine. You look damn good actually. Better than I do tonight."

Josh looked at the older man and quickly surveyed his appearance. From his ultra short haircut to the deep shine on his boots, Mitch looked amazing. "You look excellent, Mitch. You'll be great as Darrin's arm candy," said Josh with a chuckle.

Mitch grabbed a pillow from the couch and launched it at Josh, who dodged it with a laugh. "I'm not College's arm candy. You better get your coat, you little shit. Tony will be here soon."

Josh had barely started to his room when there was a rhythmic knock at the door, followed by a shout of his name. Bolting to the door Josh ushered Tony into the house. Mitch smiled to himself, in spite of his misgivings about Tony, when he heard the two of them kiss. When the kiss became an increasingly loud make-out session that seemed to only be gaining momentum, Mitch cleared his throat. The soft moans drifting from the front door stopped immediately and within a few seconds the young couple walked into the living room.

"Hello, Mr. McRichards. It's good to see to you this evening," said Tony slyly as he extended his hand.

Mitch shook the big football players hand, not in the least intimidated by how much the young man towered over him. "Evening, Tony. What do you two have planned for tonight?"

Tony looked at Josh and then back at Mitch. "No specific plans, Sir," said Tony, "We thought we would relax here and watch a movie and see the New Year's fireworks on TV."

Mitch looked at Josh and could tell he was disappointed they weren't going out. Mitch said, "Well, be careful," with a significant look at Josh.

Mitch let a slight sigh escape, knowing the pair would take advantage of the empty house. Mitch found Tony's pandering very annoying. But so long as he didn't hurt Josh, Mitch was going to keep his opinion to himself. With that thought, Mitch went back into the kitchen to clean up the last of the dinner dishes, then headed back to the bedroom to double-check his appearance. As he walked through the living room he noticed Josh and Tony were watching one of the Star Wars movies. Mitch smiled at the choice, knowing it was Josh who'd picked the movie. He wondered if Tony knew he was dating a Jedi fan.



An hour or so later Darrin and Mitch were rolling down the rural highway to meet Emma Ruck and her husband for a quiet New Year's Eve. The inky night was surrounding their little bubble of heat and light. Mitch knew they were both looking forward to this night out, and he enjoyed Emma and her husband. 

"What do you think Josh and Tony are doing tonight?" Darrin said abruptly.

"Fucking," said Mitch without a pause.

Darrin slammed on the brakes, the pickup fishtailing. Coming to a stop in the middle of the road he swung to Mitch.

"They're what!"

Mitch looked at Darrin and smiled sweetly. "They have the house to themselves. They know we won't be back until after midnight. What would you be doing with your boyfriend?"

"Fucking . . ." said Darrin with a look of shock on his face.

"Darrin, he's 18 and we don't own him. He has to make his own mistakes and figure out how to fix 'em. If he wants help, he'll ask one of us." Mitch paused for a second and then popped Darrin's arm with his fist. "Right now you'd better get this damn pickup out of the middle of the road before some drunk rams us."

"Oh. Shit yeah," muttered Darrin.

Accelerating, Darrin quickly had them again headed toward their destination. He couldn't help but be concerned about Josh, but he also knew Mitch was right . . . it was up to Josh.



The crunch of gravel from the guys driving off had barely faded when Tony leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of Josh's ear. Josh sighed, closing his eyes as he savored the sensation. Tony gently moved down Josh's ear nibbling it, until he reached the lobe and took it between his teeth. Slowly closing his teeth, he bit down until Josh shuddered. Feeling his head being turned, Josh opened his eyes just as Tony pressed his lips against Josh's. He trembled as fingers slid across his face, glad that he had taken the time to carefully remove every whisker. Tony's hands traveled down Josh's torso, grabbing Josh's shirt and pulling it out of his pants. His fingers opened the buttons and he was soon lightly touching Josh's chest. Josh arched his back, pushing his body toward Tony's touch. His breath started coming in gasps as each caress left lines of fire. Soon his breath was coming in gasps and he was afraid he might come.

"Tony. Wait. I'm about to blow!" gasped out Josh.

"Damn! Someone's got a hair trigger tonight," said Tony with a smile.

Josh smiled back, wanting what Tony was giving, but wanting it to last. "Lets go to my room. We can get more comfortable there."

"Yeah, comfortable like naked," said Tony with a smirk.

Josh grabbed Tony by the wrist and pulled him into the bedroom. In Josh's eagerness he missed the disconcerted look that flashed across Tony's face when he realized that his cowboy was packing a lot of muscle. Josh shoved Tony onto the bed and then quickly stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Tony sat up on the edge of the bed and watched as Josh straddled his lap and leaned in for a kiss. As their lips touched, sparks flew for Josh. He loved the rough texture of Tony's short beard as it slid across his face. Josh was living and breathing the sexy man under him as he ground their crotches together, their tongues entwined. Breaking the kiss, Josh started stripping the football jersey off his boyfriend. Before the shirt hit the floor, Josh was again at Tony's lips. Josh distantly realized tonight they were going further. His apprehension built, as did his desire. Feeling his orgasm building and afraid he would upset Tony if he shot off so soon, Josh pulled back.

"What's wrong now?" asked Tony with a little edge to his voice.

"Sorry. I was getting close. I—"

Tony suddenly flipped them over and pressed his lips hard against Josh's as he struggled to open Josh's stiff jeans. Realizing what he wanted, Josh reached down and quickly opened his pants. Tony soon had both hands exploring the packed crotch, Josh was reduced to moans as he writhed on the bed. Pulling out Josh's dick. Tony started stroking it as his head descended.

"No!" shouted Josh.

Tony sat back with a sigh, "Now what? I was going to get you off."

Josh wiggled to the side of the bed and reached under, pulling out a small plastic box where he kept, personal items. Pulling out the box of flavored condoms he tossed them to the bed. 

"Here. I bought these for when we wanted . . . oral," said Josh, his voice trailing off.

Tony ripped open the box without a word and fished out a rubber. He deftly sheathed Josh's throbbing cock. Josh looked down and saw that he was covered just as Tony's tongue hit his cock. Almost instantly any control he had over his body ceased and he shook as he began a much-needed climax. Josh's body heaved as Tony continued to stroke up and down Josh's shooting cock, more than a little intimidated at the volume of cum jetting from Josh's dick. Josh's back and ass seized in one last tremendous spasm as his orgasm ended.

"Oh god, that was amazing Tony. God, your mouth . . . so hot. Fuck!" panted Josh.

Tony ran his hands over Josh's smooth back and ass, letting his finger trail just between Josh's rock hard ass cheeks. "You have a great butt, Josh. I love how smooth and muscular it is. Damn, I'd like to tap into that."

Josh froze, his brain swirling as he considered Tony's proposition. He wanted to make his boyfriend happy, but he was afraid of anal sex. He just couldn't believe it wasn't painful for the guy on the receiving end. As he vacillated between choices, he remembered the speech he'd gotten when the guys had walked in on them. And he wasn't ready. He didn't want to try. Not right now anyway. For God's sake, he was a virgin and as silly as it sounded he wanted his first time to be amazing. Refocusing on Tony he looked into his eyes.

"I. I don't think I can. Not tonight . . ." said Josh quietly.

Tony stared up at him, his hands lifting off Josh, "So you're just a cock tease. You got off, so now you're done?"

Josh snapped his eyes back to Tony's and almost shouted. "No! I want to. . . taste you. But Tony . . ."

"Yeah."

"I've never done this. So you'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right."

"God, I love breaking in virgins," said Tony, "Well come on, suck it. Just do what you like. And watch your damn teeth."

Josh grabbed Tony's pants and yanked them off. Moving back again he grabbed a condom from the box and deftly unrolled it down Tony's uncut cock, remembering to leave the tip empty. He stroked the hard cock before him a few times and then lowered his head for his first taste. He gently reached out and ran his tongue around the rim of Tony's cockhead. Suddenly he felt large hands grab his head and forced it down.

"Suck it! Come on, bitch! I wanna get off!" said Tony with a growl.

Josh resisted for a second, resenting being called a bitch and Tony's rush, but he loved Tony, right? And Tony would never hurt him he was just horny. With that thought Josh relaxed, letting Tony use his mouth for his needs. He focused on trying to make it as good as possible with Tony's hard cock ramming in and out of his face. Trying to take more and more of Tony's cock down his throat, Josh soon felt his gag reflex firing in reaction to the adolescent sausage thrusting down his throat. Fortunately for Josh, Tony lasted no longer than he had. Soon he was arching his pelvis against Josh's pinned face, emptying his nuts into the condom. Josh felt him slowly relax, his softening cock slipping out. 

Tony pulled Josh to him, kissing him softly. He smiled and ran his hand over Josh's face. "That was fucking amazing. You give great head. I never come that fast unless the oral is good!"

Josh smiled weakly, the flattery softening some of his misgivings. He lay against Tony and put his arms around him. Tony laid with Josh for a few minutes but then moved away. Rolling to his side he put his hand on Josh's muscular butt.

"Let's go see the fireworks on TV. I love 'em," said Tony with a smile.

Josh nodded and watched as Tony pulled up his pants and headed into the living room. Josh sighed, pushed himself off the bed and quickly dressed. He moved to the couch and sat next to Tony, leaning against him and quietly watching the New Year's celebration with his boyfriend. After watching the ball drop in Time Square, Tony seemed anxious to leave. He stayed a few more minutes, but then made a faint excuse and left. Josh mechanically got ready for bed and was still lying wide-awake when Darrin and Mitch got home. He could see the darker shadows as they walked down the hallway to the master bedroom. Drifting softly through the night he heard them.

"It looks like he's ok. That's a relief."

"Yeah, looks like he's fine. Maybe Tony isn't the player that we thought."

The rest of the conversation became too soft for Josh to hear. He buried his head in the pillow, silent tears rolling from his eyes. He wasn't sure how it was suppose to be, but he didn't feel good about tonight, he just felt like he'd been used and discarded. Sometime before dawn, Josh finally drifted off to sleep.



Mitch and Darrin leaned against the corral as they watched Josh pen the last of the Holsteins. Darrin had a look of satisfaction at the glossy coated animals milling in front of them. After a few minutes Mitch took a deep breath and sighed.

"Go ahead. I know you're dying to say it."

"Say what, babe," said Darrin with faked innocence.

"Shit, just do it so you'll quit gloating."

Darrin laughed and started chanting, "I told you so! I told you so! I. Told. You. So!"

Mitch grinned at Darrin, fine with the fact that they were going to do well with the steers they'd bought last fall. He was certain they had a miserable disaster on their hands, but the steers had gained well through the winter. Now they needed to sell them to save the grass for the cow herd they were planning to buy with the profit. Mitch watched as Josh carefully took care of the animals, refilling their water trough and throwing hay in the bunk feeders until there was plenty for them to eat. Once he was finished, he walked over to join Mitch and Darrin. 

"They look good. I think we had some good gains over the winter," said Josh.

Mitch smiled that Josh included himself as part of the ranch, which Mitch thought was great. So far as they were concerned, he was an essential part. Turning to look again at the sea of black and white, he had to admit that perhaps, just perhaps, he over-reacted last fall when the steers were delivered. They had survived the winter, gained weight, and the truck to take them to the stockyard was coming early tomorrow morning. He turned to see Darrin's look of contentment, and moved closer giving him a hug from the side. 

"Thanks. For putting up with me," said Mitch softly.

Darrin leaned in quickly and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You're worth the effort," said Darrin with a smile, "And I'm not sure who puts up with more crap anyway. I have my high maintenance days too."

Josh watched the quiet exchange between the couple and silently walked away to give them some privacy. He also needed to be away from them. They had their problems, but they always seemed to get through it because they loved each other. He wanted that with Tony. But somehow when Josh thought about Tony, he just felt empty and sad.



Darrin walked into the house, routinely dropping his bag on the counter and fishing a beer from the refrigerator before going into the living room. As he walked through the doorway he saw Mitch sitting quietly, staring at his lap. Concern immediately flared, worried at what would cause his normally hyperactive husband to be sitting in silence. Darrin walked up behind him and gently laid his hands on Mitch's shoulders. 

"What's up, babe?" asked Darrin.

"We got our check, from the stockyards," said Mitch.

"And?"

Mitch chuckled, "I haven't had the balls to open it yet. Here, you do it." He handed the envelope to Darrin.

Darrin slipped his finger under the flap of the envelope. It's dry pop sounding like a rifle shot in the tense silence of the room. Darrin slowly unfolded the statement from its confinement and scanned it. Mitch watched for a split second before his curiosity took over. 

"Well? I know they didn't bring top prices but how did we do?"

A beaming smile broke across Darrin's face. "Unless you're importing the herd from somewhere, we made enough to start a very respectable cow-calf operation."

Mitch let out a whoop and bounded from the couch. Wrapping his arms around Darrin, he lifted him off the floor and swung him.

Darrin started laughing at Mitch's manhandling. "Damn it, Mitch! Let me down. We're not going to the prom or some shit," said Darrin with a smile.

Mitch dropped Darrin back to the floor and kissed him soundly. With a huge smile across his face he grabbed Darrin's head and kissed him again.

"We need to celebrate. Let's go to the café. I think it's a good night for chicken-fried steak and pie," said Mitch.

"Sounds great to me! Give me a minute and we can head over," replied Darrin.

Good to his word, Darrin was following Mitch out the door in short order. The successful sale had buoyed both men's attitudes, helping them enjoy a remarkably good meal at the local café. They had become regulars so their arrival didn't warrant notice, other than a few greetings from now familiar faces. They devoured the hearty meal, enjoying the banter with Nina. Too full for dessert, Mitch bought an entire pie and asked her to box it up for them to take home. 

Arriving back at home, Mitch slid the pie onto the kitchen counter and cut them a huge piece to share. Still giddy from their success, Mitch shoved Darrin onto the couch and then plopped down too, laying his head in Darrin's lap while they slowly ate the dessert. When Darrin wasn't watching, Mitch coated his finger with cherry filling and swiped it across Darrin's nose. 

"Ah, fuck! What'cha do that for?" said Darrin.

"To get your attention. You do realize the kid's gone. He was going to Lawton with some friends."

"Yeah, I know," said Darrin, casting a significant look at Mitch.

"It's been a while since we've been alone. And we can be as loud as we want without worrying about a repeat of Christmas Eve," said Mitch.

"Oh jeez! Don't remind me about that," said Darrin.

Mitch rose and kissed the tip of Darrin's nose, licking off some of the cherry pie. Reaching down he slowly opened Darrin's shirt, kissing him as he released each button. Once the last button was undone and Darrin's muscular chest was exposed, he stuck his finger into the pie plate, coating it with filling that he then smeared over each of Darrin's nipples. Mitch dove in, licking them clean. Finished tonguing the last of the sugary filling off, he slipped Darrin's shirt over his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Pushing his body over Darrin's, he soon had the bigger man pinned under him. Mitch ran his tongue up Darrin's neck, enjoying the musky taste before running it down the other side and then onto his chest. Working his way down until he reached Darrin's navel, Mitch started licking spirals around it until Darrin's belly hair was matted with spit. Moving lower, Mitch started chewing on Darrin's package through his jeans. Mitch undid the button on Darrin's pants and slowly pulled the thick zipper down. To Mitch's delight he realized Darrin was going commando when his thick bush came into view. Once Mitch hit the end of the zipper, Darrin shifted slightly and his cock sprung out. Deep red, with a strand of clear precum trailing from its tip, Mitch found Darrin's cock beautiful. With a smile he looked up at Darrin.

"Decided to leave off the undies tonight, huh babe?"

Darrin grinned and twisted his hips, causing his rock hard cock to sway. "Yeah, I thought we might have some fun tonight, so I ditched 'em before we went to eat."

"Well, I have one thing to say. Sexy, fuck'n sexy."




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 04



Mitch leaned down and trapped Darrin's cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the head. Darrin moaned softly and relaxed against the couch. Soon Mitch had worked off all of Darrin's clothes and was kneeling between his legs, servicing Darrin while he moaned uncontrollably. Letting Darrin pop out of his lips, Mitch reached down, got a glob of pie on his fingers and smeared it down Darrin's cock. The cold caused Darrin to gasp, but he almost lost his load when he felt Mitch's hot tongue dancing over his taut cock. Mitch teased and tormented Darrin until his cock was glistening with spit, and completely clean. 

Mitch stood, stripping quickly and then stepping onto the couch straddling Darrin. He grabbed Darrin's hair and rubbed his leaking cock over his rough face. Darrin smiled with contentment as his goatee became a network of translucent strands of precum. Mitch's breath was labored as he rubbed his dick over Darrin's sex reddened lips and watched as he slowly open for him. Darrin's tongue darted out, tasting the subtle flavors of Mitch's precum. Moving quickly he sucked Mitch's cock into his mouth and began twisting his head as he moved up and down it's length. His hands roamed down Mitch's back and found a home resting on the cheeks of Mitch's tight hairy ass. Soon they were moving with passion-influenced rhythm, moving in sync to pleasure each other. Mitch realized after long delicious minutes that he was starting to feel that wonderful tingle. Not wanting to finish their lovemaking, he grasped Darrin's head and slowly pulled out of his hot mouth. Darrin wiped his arm across his lips and looked at Mitch with lust-dulled eyes.

"Not yet, baby. Turn over and spread those hot ass cheeks," said Mitch through his heavy breathing.

Darrin smiled and obediently moved to his knees, spreading them wide as he pushed his ass over the couch, exposing his hole to Mitch. Mitch leaned down and spit on his hole and then used his thumb to push it deep into Darrin's ass. His butt responded wildly, flexing and sucking Mitch's thumb into its depths. Darrin laid his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes with a moan as Mitch started finger fucking him. Mitch spit again, coating Darrin's hole, and inserted a second thumb. Prying them apart he began loosening Darrin's pucker. 

"How does that feel, babe? Do you think you could take a cock?" whispered Mitch.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me! Please, please fuck me. I'm begging!" said Darrin with a moan.

Mitch held his rigid cock and stroked it as he looked at Darrin's butt. Watching the muscular ass gyrate, he was tempted to plunge his pole into Darrin's convulsing pucker. But as he ran his hands over Darrin's back and down his ass cheeks, Mitch decided it wasn't the night for that kind of lovemaking. With a swat on Darrin's butt, he ran to the bedroom for the bottle of lube and quickly had both of them coated. Pressing his slick cock against Darrin's ass, Mitch met little resistance and soon bottomed out. He hesitated for a second, and then pulled out slowly. Thrusting his hips, he buried himself back in Darrin's hole. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, Mitch fucked his man's hot ass. As his dick rammed into Darrin again and again, he reached around and started twisting his nipples, working them as he hammered against his prostate. Soon both of them were bucking like mustangs and Mitch felt his orgasm begin.

"Oh hell yes!" screamed Mitch.

With Darrin's hole clamped tight around his cock, Mitch pounded his husband until his body was engulfed in orgasmic convulsions. His balls drained themselves as he filled Darrin's gut with hot sperm. Mitch pulled out slowly, his softening cock swinging down and leaving a trail of cum across Darrin's thigh. Mitch watched as the white fluid slowly seeped out of Darrin's gaping butt. Taking his finger he rubbed it through the trail of sperm and then brought it to his mouth and sucked his finger dry. 

"Damn! Your ass taste so fine," said Mitch.

Darrin groaned, his body afire with passion, which Mitch's gentle explorations were not lessening. "Eat it lover! Eat my ass!"

Mitch smiled and kneeled back behind Darrin. Prying his cheeks wider, his tongue traced a trail of cum from Darrin's nuts to his hole. Another few swipes of his tongue and Mitch had licked the rivulets from Darrin's body. Wanting more, he plunged his tongue into Darrin, sucking the mixture their bodies had created from Darrin. After one last plunge Mitch leaned back and looked at the panting body of his husband.

"Turn over," said Mitch with a look of devilry on his face.

Darrin moved to his butt, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Mitch gave Darrin a look telling him there was more fun coming. Mitch slowly rubbed lube over his ass as Darrin watched. Once he finished, Mitch moved between Darrin's legs, running his hands down the inside of his thighs and then turned his back to Darrin. Grabbing Darrin's rock hard cock he positioned it against his hole and then sat down, sinking it deep inside him in one fast thrust. He felt Darrin's hands caress his back as he started to bob up and down. Soon Mitch's flagging cock was hardening a second time. Finding his stride he began sliding Darrin's cock over his prostrate with each downward trip. Quickly Mitch was gasping as he felt a second orgasm building. 

"Oh god Mitch. I'm about to blow! Fuck!" yelled Darrin.

Mitch felt the hot semen jetting into his ass and his ears were assaulted with the increasingly wet sounds of dick sliding through cum. The sensations crested and he began shooting again. The waves of pleasure were intense as a second orgasm wracked his body. Mitch rode the cock in his ass until it finally slipped out with a wet pop. He felt Darrin's hands pulling him back until Mitch was reclined against him. Caressing Mitch's chest, they both enjoyed the post-orgasmic bless as they cuddled. Eventually Mitch lifted up and turned to look at Darrin's flaccid form.

"Damn, you look like a limp noodle," said Mitch with a laugh.

"I feel like one too. I'm a highly satisfied limp noodle," Darrin said with a sigh.

"Well come on, limpy. I sure don't want Josh to walk in on us like this."

Darrin chuckled and pushed himself off the couch, "God no, he'd be traumatized for months."

They quickly gathered their clothes, wiping off the couch with Darrin's shirt. Once all visible traces were gone, the pair moved to their bedroom for a leisurely shower together.



Josh was feeling very content as Tony drove him home. He'd been concerned about him and Tony lately, but tonight had been perfect. Josh had bought dinner for them at a quiet little restaurant with the money the guys paid him a few weeks before when they sold the steers. He had started feeling that he and Tony were really connecting again. Tonight Tony was charming and happy, making Josh feel much better about their relationship. He was hoping the guys would be asleep and he and Tony could make-out on the sofa for a little while before Tony went home. He smiled as they turned into the driveway, anxious to reconnect with his boyfriend.

"What're you grinning about?" asked Tony.

"Tonight's been really nice. That's all," Josh hesitated for a second, "You want to come in for a little while? It looks like the guys are asleep."

"Sure. That sounds great. I'd like some quality time with my little buddy," said Tony.

Josh started for a second, not sure how he felt about the 'little buddy' comment. But quickly decided he was reading far too much into the line. He lowered himself from the jacked-up pickup and then led the way to the door. They had barely gotten through the doorway when Josh felt Tony's hands on him. His body trembled at the touch and he turned, wrapping his arms around Tony as they kissed. After several long minutes Josh moved back, his breath coming in gasps as he looked at Tony.

"Come on," said Josh, "Let's get on the couch."

Tony grabbed Josh around the waist, pawing him incessantly and nibbling his neck as they moved the short distance to the couch. Finally making it, they almost fell onto the sofa as Josh lost himself in the amazing sensations consuming his body. They'd had numerous sessions of oral sex over the past few weeks as their hormone laden bodies sought release, but nothing so far compared to what Josh was feeling this time. Tony had been hinting more and more that he wanted to take the next step, but Josh had not been willing to take that final leap while things still felt so shaky between them. But tonight things seemed to be aligning. Josh had officially fallen head over heels for Tony, hoping they had what Darrin and Mitch had. His earlier nagging concerns had dissipated as their time together became more and more enjoyable. There had been a few times Tony had missed a date, but he'd had an excuse each time and Josh saw no reason to doubt him. Josh's attention snapped back to the present when Tony's teeth clamped down on his earlobe and he growled softly. Releasing Josh's ear he ran his tongue over the edge, which drove Josh insane with lust.

"Oh god! That feels to good, Tony. Damn, I'm hard," said Josh with a sigh.

"Good, I want you turned on for tonight," said Tony with a small grin.

With that they kissed. Softly at first, but then with more and more urgency as their bodies filled with desire. They explored each other with rapidly building animalist lust. They urgently tugged at clothing until their chests were exposed and Josh had Tony under him with their bare skin sliding over each other. Josh could feel each burning spot where Tony touched him. Both of them were lost in their passion, then they heard a noise that caused them to freeze, afraid Darrin or Mitch had woken up. After several long minutes they relaxed against each other. 

"Lets go to your room. I don't want them walking in on us," said Tony.

Josh nodded his agreement as he pulled Tony from the couch and practically dragged him to the bedroom. Hitting the bed they were wrapped around each other before their bodies had rebounded from landing on the bed. This time Tony was on top as their bodies writhed over each other. Josh gasped for breath each time he felt Tony's hard cock slide over his. The pressure against his crotch was delicious and his horny teenaged body was responding. He could never remember this much passion from Tony. Each wave of passion served as evidence to Josh that he and Tony loved each other. He really wanted Tony to be his first, and tonight was going so perfectly. Wriggling around, he pressed his lips against Tony's ear and whispered.

"I'm ready. I want you to . . ."

Tony looked at him for a bit and then understanding dawned across his face. "Yeah? You think so?"

Josh bucked against Tony, driving their cocks together. "Yeah."

Tony jumped off the bed, his clothes flying with Josh enjoying the momentary strip show. When Tony jumped back onto the bed, Josh started to squirm out of his jeans. Tony's distractions of kissing across his chest didn't make the operation easy, but eventually his clothes were scattered on the floor. 

As Tony caressed his body and nibbled on his shoulder, Josh whispered, "We have to be quiet though. Or they'll wake up."

Tony lay against Josh. "Quiet as a church mouse. They'll never hear a sound."

Tony moved lower, his hands and mouth leaving trails of passion brazened across Josh's skin. With each touch of his hot tongue, Josh's cock would flex, leaving a trail of glistening precum in its wake. When Tony continued to move lower, Josh realized that he'd forgotten about the condom. Gabbing a handful from his drawer he tossed one to Tony. 

"Here. I'll put yours on too. God, it feels so good, baby," said Josh.

A look of distain flashed across Tony's face at the rubber, but it was quickly hidden as Josh started to unroll it over Tony's dick. Once Tony had covered the full length of Josh's cock, he sucked the head into his mouth and started lashing his tongue over it.

"Fuck!" gasped Josh, "That's so damn good. Shit!"

Looking at Josh with his mouth full of hard cock, Tony ran his fingernails down Josh's chest. Gripping the narrow trail of black hairs traveling from Josh's navel to disappear in his pants, Tony tugged, causing Josh to arch his back in response. Josh tugged on Tony's hip, finally getting him where he could reach his cock. Josh inhaled his boyfriend's thick cock, enjoying the feeling of velvet coated steel sliding between his lips. The feelings built until Josh wasn't sure how much more he could take, when suddenly Tony's let Josh's cock pop out of his mouth. 

"Fuck! I'm about to jizz. I wanna fuck you. Move so I can get you ready," said Tony.

"Yeah, ok. But . . ."

Tony looked at Josh, a look that was a blend of wanton desire and frustration at the delay, "But, what? You want to show me how much you love me don't you?"

"Sure Tony, you know I love you. But—"

"Yeah?"

"I've never, you know, done anal with anyone," said Josh quickly.

Tony laughed, "You just have to lay there. I'll take good care of you." Tony slapped him on the side of the hip. "Get on your hands and knees, that's the best for the first time."

Josh looked a little dubious, but moved where he was told. He felt Tony's hand on the small of his back and heard him spit, and immediately felt the warm saliva hit his butthole. Tony slowly started rubbing his finger over his pucker and Josh was overcome with the wonderful sensations. He couldn't believe that his ass could feel that good. Josh was relaxing, enjoying the sensation of Tony's finger over his ass, when he felt Tony slowly slide his finger inside. As his ass was opened for the first time he felt a burn of pain from the intrusion.

"It hurts. Let me get the lube. That'll help, I bet."

Tony let out a snort but released Josh, who jumped off the bed and fished a bottle of lube from hiding. Handing the bottle to Tony he moved back to where he was, certain it would go better now. 

He felt the cool lube coat his asshole, sighing as Tony easily slid his finger inside Josh's tight hole. He soon had Josh hard and horny, his finger slipping easily in and out. Tony finger fucked Josh, his thick finger spinning and turning as he loosened Josh for fucking. Soon Josh was submerged in the wonderful feelings coming from his ass. He sighed softly as Tony let his finger slide out.

"Oh god, Tony. Put it back."

"Oh I've got something you'll like much better," said Tony with a leer.

Josh watched as Tony coated the condom on his thick cock with lube and then moved closer to Josh. Running its greased head up and down Josh's butt crack, he soon had it covered with slick gel too. Josh was practically purring as he enjoyed the amazing sensations coming from his ass. He sighed softly as Tony's spongy cockhead started to dip inside his hole.

"Oh god. That feels amazing. Shit, I like this," said Josh with a sigh.

"Just wait. It gets better."

Tony moved slightly, pushing his cock against Josh's hole. As he pushed in Josh gasped, the feeling of wonder instantly transforming into concern as the pain built. The pain crested as Tony's glans popped through his outer sphincter. 

"Stop! Take it out! God, it hurts!" gasped Josh.

"Just relax. The pain will go away in a second," said Tony as he ran his hands over Josh's tense body. Slowly the pain did lessen and Josh's body started to relax. "Almost there. Then it will be amazing," said Tony. With a final snap of his hips he pushed himself through Josh's final gateway.

Josh gritted his teeth, any thought that this was going to be enjoyable fleeing. The waves of pain radiating from his butt were excruciating. This wasn't at all what Josh had dreamed about. He thought it was all going to be so easy, it was suppose to be wonderful. 

"Oh shit, it hurts," said Josh with a gasp, "Take it out. Please take it out, Tony!"

"Hang on, it'll stop hurting in a minute. Just relax!" said Tony with a grumble. Josh bit his lip, hoping it would get better, but when Tony tried to push forward it felt like his gut was ripping.

"No! No! Please stop! Take it out," said Josh in a barely muffled scream.

"Come on, Josh. Just relax! It'll—"

Tony froze as an earth shattering pounding started on Josh's bedroom door.

"Josh! Josh you ok! Fuck! Josh, answer me!"

Tony yanked himself backwards, ripping his dick out of Josh's tender ass. Josh bit back a scream as the pain flared. Moving stiffly he retrieved his clothes while the pounding continued. Finally Josh realized he needed to answer or they were going to take the door off the hinges.

"I'm ok, guys! Hang on!" yelled Josh was he pulled on a pair of jeans. Looking over he almost laughed at the look of fear on Tony's face, but a ripple of pain that ran through his butt reminded him of what had just happened.

"You've got two fucking seconds or this door is being ripped off its damn hinges!" roared Mitch through the door.

Josh ran for the door, his shirt on but unbuttoned. He glanced over to see Tony shoving his foot into his boot and opened the door. Darrin and Mitch were both standing with arms folded, angrier than Josh had ever seen them. Darrin locked eyes with Josh.

"You ok?"

Josh nodded, unable to speak. Knowing he had truly screwed up this time, he was surprised when both of their eyes shifted behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Tony with a look of sheer terror etched across his face. Tony started moving, obviously wanting to escape, but knowing he had to pass through the two of them to do so. They both glared at him as he stepped in front of Josh, but said nothing. Josh thought they were going to let Tony leave without a word, when at the last second Mitch's hand struck like a rattlesnake and yanked Tony close. Even though Tony was at least six inches taller than Mitch, Josh could see the horror on Tony's face. When Mitch started speaking it was with a growl and through gritted teeth.

"This happens again and I'll geld you. You understand, boy!"

"Yes Sir! I'm sorry Sir. Please Sir, don't hurt me," begged Tony as Mitch grip tightened around his collar.

"Maybe you should think about that before you hurt someone else. When someone says stop, you damn well better do it," said Mitch, "Get. Out. Now!"

Tony ran out of the house as if it were on fire. His pickup rumbled to life and he rapidly sped away. Josh's mind reeled at how quickly everything had went to shit tonight. This was not what he wanted. Feeling destitute and alone the tears started welling in his eyes. 

"I'm so sorry. I thought— God, I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry I woke you up." Josh felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to see Darrin's face obviously filled with concern.

"Josh, are you hurt? We heard you scream," asked Mitch.

Josh nodded, unable to speak as his entire body turned crimson with embarrassment. He felt so dumb, he was always so needy and Mitch and Darrin had to bale him out of trouble or help him past a rough spot. They'd been great so far, but Josh always worried that one day he was going to need too much, and they'd ask him to leave. Josh came back to the present as Darrin asked again.

"How bad is it, Josh? We need to know if you need to go to the hospital."

"No!" said Josh, "I don't want to go to the hospital. Please!"

Darrin sighed, knowing Josh was mortified and didn't want anyone else to know what had happened. He motioned for Josh to follow him to their bathroom and started hot water flowing into their huge bath.

"Get in the tub. Sitting in the hot water will help. Mitch went to get you something for the pain. Get in and I'll be back in a second."

Josh waited for Darrin to leave, stripped and slid into the steaming water, his discomfort almost immediately diminishing. Soon the cascade of water had filled the tub and he turned it off, reclining against the cool porcelain. Then he heard a soft knock at the door.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 04



"Josh? Is it ok if I come in?"

"Yeah, I guess," said Josh sitting up as Darrin walked through the door.

"Here's something for the pain," said Darrin as he handed Josh an aspirin and water to take it with.

Josh took the pill and quickly downed it with a gulp of water. He handed the glass back to Darrin and watched as he sat beside the tub.

"It sounds like he might of tore you. You're probably going to be sore for a week or so. I'd advise you to lay off anything involving your butt until you're completely healed."

"It's going to hurt like this for weeks? How do you stand it?" blurted out Josh.

Darrin smiled slightly at Josh's inexperience. "No, it won't hurt like this every time you have sex. But I can guarantee that for the next week or so every time you take a crap, you'll be reminded."

With a severe look on his face Darrin continued, "It isn't always like this. He didn't get you ready. It can feel amazing with someone who takes care of you."

Josh's eyes filled with tears and he furiously scrubbed them away. "It wasn't anything like I thought. It was my first time, I thought it was going be amazing."

Darrin rubbed his back and smiled softly, "It can be Josh, it can be. Don't let tonight define your life."

Josh nodded and sank back into the tub. Darrin put a towel beside the tub, picked up Josh's clothes and left him to soak. A little later he returned with a cup of hot chocolate, full of marshmallows, just how Josh liked, and handed it to him with no other comments. Josh relaxed and slowly drank the steaming cup. Eventually the water began to cool and he crawled carefully out. As he dried with the towel Darrin had left, he still felt a slight ache. But it was bearable. Wishing there was some other way to get back to his bedroom, he wrapped the towel around himself, slowly opened the door and crossed the dark bedroom. Once he was through their doorway he breathed a sigh of relief. But then he heard,

"Night, Josh," in Mitch's soft voice.



Josh finally left his room in late morning, knowing Darrin would be gone. He was braced for Mitch to ask him to leave and tell him that Josh just made their lives too complicated. He walked into the kitchen and froze in place when he saw Mitch sitting at the counter reading the paper. Mitch looked up and met his eyes.

"Come sit down, Josh. How are you feeling?" said Mitch.

Josh's eyes fluttered as he tried to keep his emotions in check. Determined to take his expulsion like a man he walked to Mitch and sat down. Not surprised, Josh felt Mitch pat his hand in a consolatory gesture. Unable to stand the silence any longer Josh started talking.

"I'm sorry about last night. I don't blame you and Darrin. I know I'm not your responsibility. I'll leave the pickup too. It's only fair. I really appreciate everything you and Darrin have done, really. I'm just a mess sometimes. But I'm sure—"

Mitch stopped the babble by clamping his hand over Josh's mouth. Seeing the look of panic he immediately dropped it but he kept his eyes locked on Josh's.

"I'm not sure what the hell you're talking about, Josh. I just wanted to see if you were ok after last night. What happened, well I thought we needed to talk," said Mitch.

"You're not asking me to leave?"

"No. Why the hell would we do that?" said Mitch with a look of confusion.

"Cause I'm so much trouble. And I'm in the way."

"That's bullshit. We want you to stay as long as you'd like. Actually Darrin was checking to see if he could arrange for you to use his faculty tuition allowance so you could take classes here. You're fine Josh, everyone has baggage, including the two of us. Besides, we both think of you as family. The good kind of family that you get to pick instead of being stuck with because of birth.

And as for useless, well I doubt I could run the ranch without you. You work your ass off and don't ask for anything other than room and board. Actually we probably should talk about getting you a salary too. But hell no, we don't want you to leave, ok?"

Josh nodded, a sigh of relief escaping from between his lips. But he also really didn't want to talk about last night. He'd replayed it in his head over and over and was tired of thinking about it. Besides, he knew that Mitch had no problem asking extremely personal questions. This was not going to be fun.

"Ok, now tell me what happened last night," said Mitch.

Josh quickly sketched over the evening, not really wanting to reveal too many details. But as he sat in the chair talking with Mitch his pain started to return. It reminded him of what should have been obvious; he didn't know what he was doing, at least so far as intimacy with another guy. It strengthened his resolve to get what advice he could from Mitch, even if he found it humiliating. Once Josh finished, Mitch sat for a long while sipping coffee and staring into space. Looking at Josh he started,

"Josh, I know this is really uncomfortable to you. And I know I'm too blunt sometimes, but we just want to help and we need to know some details. Ok?"

"Yeah, I know. It's just . . . I don't like sharing private stuff with someone else," replied Josh, "And this is very personal."

"I know," said Mitch, "But if it helps, remember we've been there too and we've both had sex that wasn't great at best, and was painful and humiliating at worst. Nothing you can tell me is any worse than what I've had happen. So just relax and remember I'm trying to help."

Mitch watched Josh nod and then took in a deep breath. "Ok, first. You were wearing condoms. Right?"

Josh paused for a second and then answered, "Yeah, both of us. We'd done . . . you know, BJ's, before."

Mitch let out a sigh of relief, "Good, that's good. At least he remembered to put on the condom."

Josh paused but then told Mitch, "Well he forgot at first, but then I got them and we put them on each other."

"Hmm, ok," said Mitch, "Then what did he do. To get you ready."

Josh turned bright red at sharing such intimate details, but decided he needed to know what was in store for him. Because after what happened last night, gay sex didn't seem very appealing. He gave Mitch the details, at least what he could remember.

When Josh could finally meet Mitch's eyes, he was shocked to see barely contained fury in them. They sat in silence for several minutes before Mitch began to talk.

"Josh, its no wonder you're sore. He didn't take care of you and get you ready. It pisses me off that he was so stupid. First off, one fucking finger?" Mitch held up his finger for Josh to see. "That's not even close to the size of an average dick. Next time you should be loose enough for two fingers at least, and more likely three. If it hurts, then you aren't loose enough. Sometimes it's fun to be a little rough with someone you trust, but for God's sake not the first time. 

Second, you should've been on top. Then you can control how fast he goes in and stop if it hurts. He had you pinned. You couldn't get away so that's why he could rip you. And not stopping when you told him to . . . Josh, you just don't hurt people you love like that."

"No! No! It wasn't like that. I think I was too tense or something," Josh sputtered out.

Mitch's lips made a tight line as he resisted the urge to tell Josh what he thought of Tony's actions. Finally conquering the need to voice his opinion, Mitch talked again.

"You're going to be really sore for at least a few days. If the pain gets worse, or you see blood when you crap, tell one of us, it could be more than just a tear. It's going to hurt like hell when you take a dump for a while. No, I repeat, no sex until it's completely healed," said Mitch as he laid down the law to Josh. To Mitch's shock Josh launched himself and hugged him tight.

"Thank you, thank you for everything. Last night . . . Well it was bad, I felt like everything was my fault. I kept remembering all the bad things I had been told about being gay. It just seemed too much, I didn't know if I could live like that."

Mitch's head snapped back and he grabbed Josh's face in a vice-like grip and locked eyes. "Listen to me and listen good, Joshua. There is always hope, and there is always tomorrow. Don't ever give up! If you are depressed and don't know how to get through it, you talk to Darrin or me. We're glad to help if we can, or we can just sit with you so you know you're not alone. I know you got a lot of crap from your parents, and some other people around here. But they're fucking wrong! You're not broken, or defective or a mistake and last night was not your fault. Different isn't bad, do you understand me?"

Josh nodded vigorously, taken back by the intensity of Mitch's response. He was touched that Mitch's feelings were that strong about him. Finally he managed to squeak out, "I will, Mitch. I promise."

"You damn well better!" said Mitch with a scowl. His face slowly changed back to the impish Mitch he knew better. With a soft punch on the shoulder Mitch said, "Come on then and eat your breakfast. We need to clear the brush in the east pasture while they're empty."

Josh poured himself a huge bowl of cereal, drowned it with milk and quickly started devouring it all. Around a large spoonful he said, "Get goats."

Mitch looked up and laughed, "Why the hell would I want goats? What would we do with them?"

"They'd clear the brush. And you'd sell the kids. Lots of people like cabrito."

"Dumbest damn thing I've ever heard of. Why in the hell would I want . . ."

The two continued to argue through Josh's breakfast and as they walked out the door. The good-natured disagreement was just the tonic Josh needed for things to feel more normal.



Darrin was enjoying the abnormally warm March day as they drove down the highway. They'd been to several ranches over the past few weeks to look at breeding stock to start their cow herd. Mitch was obsessing about picking the right breed, and Darrin was along to act as a sounding board. Today they'd been to south Texas to see one of the foundation Texas Longhorn herds. But Darrin definitely didn't want animals with a built in set of six-foot long weapons. They were still discussing options when Mitch turned off the interstate and into the hotel parking lot.

"Why are we stopping? We'll be home in a couple of hours," said Darrin.

"I thought it would be nice to relax away from home for one night. Josh seems to be taking care of everything without any trouble," said Mitch.

Darrin exhaled slowly and then turned to smile at Mitch. "That sounds very nice. I love Josh, but he's hyper sometimes. And you encourage him with the non-stop gaming," said Darrin with a laugh.

"If you could ever win you'd play against him too," said Mitch, "Oh, we do need to talk about something about Josh."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, my big paranoid husband. It's just that I told Josh we'd start paying him a salary."

"Oh," said Darrin, "Sure, if you think so."

"Of course it would be with room and board. I just thought it would help him if he were making some of this own money."

"No. Sure. That makes perfect sense," said Darrin.

Mitch punched Darrin on the arm. "Don't dwell on it too much, Darrin. I just wanted to talk about it. It won't take much to make him happy. Besides, we probably need to look into being incorporated, then we'd have everything done up nice and legal."

"I know, and you're right," said Darrin. With an ornery look on his face he opened his door and then turned back to Mitch. "And this is for that punch!" Darrin grabbed Mitch's nipple and twisted hard and then baled out of the pickup. Sprinting for the hotel, he was laughing as Mitch tried to catch up. A split second after Darrin plunged into the entry, Mitch raged in behind him. Darrin grinned at him and covered his chest with his arms.

"Not here! Jeez! Grow up, Mitch," teased Darrin.

"Grow up my ass! Just wait. You'll get yours," said Mitch with one eyebrow cocked.

Realizing they were standing in the glass entryway, they composed themselves and entered the hotel. Mitch quickly confirmed their reservation and got their key cards. They found the room and almost immediately collapsed across the bed. Realizing they didn't have a change of clothes, Darrin rolled to his side and looked at Mitch.

"We didn't bring any clothes. What did you intend for us to wear tomorrow?"

"What we have on," Mitch replied.

"Oh man! It'll be funky smelling by tomorrow!" Darrin said with a whine.

"No they won't," said Mitch. With that he got off the bed and started stripping. Continuing their good-natured teasing from outside, he was soon twirling his shirt over his head as Darrin clapped and wolf whistled. Gyrating his hips to the internal music, Mitch was quickly down to his bright white briefs, which highlighted his package in a way Darrin found very erotic. Mitch turned and started inching them lower, exposing more and more of his hot ass. Soon he had them at his ankles and he looked back to see Darrin licking his lips at the sight he was presenting. Mitch stepped out of his briefs and spread his legs wide as he bent forward, looking back at Darrin from between his legs.

"How's that? Now they won't smell funky. Your turn now, College. Strip for me."

Darrin looked hesitant, "You know I can't dance!"

"Sure you can, just let go of your inner stripper! Come on baby! Shake that money maker!" called Mitch.

Darrin laughed at his man and started. Soon he was into the role, stripping and teasing Mitch. His clothes quickly joined Mitch's on the floor. Once he was down to his jock strap, he stepped onto the bed and walked over to Mitch. Dancing again he lowered himself again and again, exposing his quivering hole to Mitch. Kneeling on either side of Mitch's chest he started rubbing his ass over Mitch while they kissed. Darrin was surprised at how erotic the dance had been for him. His passion was building with each of Mitch's touches. With a final probing kiss, Mitch collapsed against the bed, panting.

"Come on, babe. There's something I want to show you," said Mitch.

He crawled off the bed, grabbed Darrin's wrist and pulled him up the stairs that Darrin had only vaguely noticed when they arrived. Climbing to the top, Darrin was amazed at the huge bathroom, and it's enormous tub.

"Damn! That thing must be 12 feet across," said Darrin.

Mitch laughed and shook his head, "More like five or six, but it's still huge." Mitch turned on the water for the round tub and then waited a few minutes before climbing into it. Sitting down he motioned for Darrin to sit across from him. As the tub filled they both relaxed, floating in the steaming water as they gently touched each other's legs and feet. Eventually Mitch took a cloth and soap and began meticulously washing Darrin's feet. Soon Darrin was duplicating his actions and cleaning Mitch's feet. Once both of them had washed everything they could reach, Mitch slithered through the water and pulled himself up Darrin's legs. Ducking his head under the water, he slipped Darrin's rigid cock between his lips and started sliding his head up and down its length. Coming back up for air, he smiled at the look of rapture on Darrin's face as he continued to stroke it's length.

"What'd you think, cowboy?" said Mitch.

"Have'n a little trouble thinking right now," said Darrin as he breathed hard, "Just don't stop!"

Mitch floated closer to Darrin, running his free hand over his torso while continuing his careful stroking underwater. Floating to his side, he started nibbling on Darrin's ear while he caressed his back and neck with his free hand. Soon their lips were locked together as their tongues intertwined. Mitch released Darrin's cock and let his hands slide up the larger man's frame, touching him gently as they continued their passionate kissing. As they drifted through the steaming water their weightless bodies slid over each other in delightful ways. Eventually Mitch was straddling Darrin with their bodies gliding effortlessly over each other. Mitch pulled himself to Darrin's face and drove his tongue into his mouth and then moved back with a gasp.

"I want your ass!" said Mitch between clenched teeth. 

Darrin answered by standing and turning his butt toward Mitch. Bracing himself against the wall with his legs spread, Darrin spread his dripping ass. He looked over his shoulder and sneered at Mitch.

"Then take it!"

Mitch moved close, rubbing his leaking cock over Darrin's exposed pucker. Soon his deep red cock head was dipping into Darrin's hole. As it dropped in, he could feel resistance and started to press forward. But remembering the pain that Josh had endured for the last several weeks, he was unwilling to force himself into Darrin. Moving back he searched for something to use as lube. Darrin moaned as Mitch's hot cock lost contact with his hole. 

"Come on! Put it in!" said Darrin through a moan.

"Lube. Damn it! I forgot lube."

"Here!" said Darrin as he grabbed the tiny bottle of conditioner and handed it to Mitch. He upended the bottle on Darrin ass, immediately pushed in his finger and then smeared what was left over his cock. With a sigh Darrin relaxed as soon as Mitch again had his cock at his entrance and was pushing inward. This time he slid in easily and with a steady push was soon buried in Darrin's ass. Pausing, he leaned against Darrin's shuddering body and reached around, playing with his nipples. Mitch felt his ass convulse around his rock hard cock as he teased and rubbed Darrin's nipples. His hands lovingly wondered over Darrin's chest, playing with his nipples as he slowly started rotating his dick inside Darrin. 

"You know, this would be a good time to get even over the titty twisting you gave me earlier," said Mitch as he tweaked Darrin's nipples a little harder.

"Ah fuck! Just keep fucking me. That can be my punishment," said Darrin through a moan.

"That doesn't really seem like getting even," said Mitch, "But I guess I'll let it go."

Mitch chuckled softly and then refocused on pleasuring Darrin. He pulled out with excruciating slowness, and then pushed back in with equal control. Teasing and pushing Darrin, his hands caressed every part of his body, except his dick. Soon the teasing was having the desired effect on Darrin as he writhed against Mitch, thrusting his hips back as he tried to fuck himself on Mitch's cock. Finally he let out a moan of frustration.

"Damnit! Fuck me already! Damn, I'm so horny. Shove your fucking cock into me!" said Darrin with a growl.

Mitch smirked at Darrin and pulled almost all the way out, and then snapped his hips hard and drove his cock into Darrin's well-worked ass. Riding hard he pummeled Darrin's butt, plunging in time and again as his orgasm built, nearing its crest. Releasing his hold on Darrin's hips he slapped Darrin's ass cheek with each forward stab of his cock. Feeling his orgasm begin he rammed himself into Darrin, wrapping his arms around his man as cum spewed from his cock. Reaching lower, he grabbed Darrin's cock and started pounding it as he filled Darrin's gut with cum. Almost immediately he felt Darrin's ass clamp down around his cock and the sensation of hot cum squirting over his hand.

"Shit! Oh hell yes! Shiitttttt!" yelled Darrin.

Mitch gently stroked Darrin's hard cock. Milking it slowly for the last drops of cum, he smeared the white cream over Darrin. Resting against his back, Mitch tried to catch his breath. Eventually they both slid back into the water, cuddling against each other. They gently touched and explored each other's bodies until the water became tepid.

"The water's getting cold. I think we better get out," said Darrin softly.

"Yeah, you're probably right. It just felt so good," replied Mitch.

Darrin turned his head and kissed Mitch softly on the lips. "Who says we have to stop after once?"




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 05



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. 



Darrin glanced at the blond young man he was helping with yet another homework assignment. Zach had developed a habit of visiting him frequently and seemed to have become quite comfortable. Usually the visits were just a few minutes, and Darrin didn't mind them. But today was different. Zach seemed more high-strung than usual as they looked over the nutrition equations that he was trying to solve. The longer they worked, the more irritated Darrin became with Zach's inability to focus. Darrin's frustration was compounded by the fact that the work was somewhat of a struggle for him too, since nutrition wasn't his area of specialization. As they'd worked, horizontal surfaces in Darrin's office had become more and more buried with paper as Zach jumped back and forth between different notes.

"What about this? If the protein's at this level wouldn't the TDN be higher?" asked Zach.

"Not necessarily," replied Darrin, "It could be that you need more . . ."

The technical discussion continued for quite some time. Zach moved beside Darrin as they worked through problem after problem. At some point Darrin realized that Zach understood how to do the work now, he was just getting Darrin to finish his homework. 

Leaning back Darrin smiled at him. "I think you've got it, Zach. You can finish the rest of these."

Zach looked a little sheepish, "Yeah, I think I can. Thanks for the help Dr. Anderson."

"No problem, Zach. You know you can stop by anytime," Darrin paused for a moment and then continued, "How's everything else going?"

"Oh," said Zach, "Ok, I guess."

"Anything I can help with?"

"No. My roommate moved out when I told him I was gay. He said he wasn't rooming with a fag. We were friends in high school . . . "

"Sorry, Zach. Some people just don't get it. Maybe he will reconsider," said Darrin with genuine concern.

"Maybe, but I don't think so. He's the Baptist minister's son."

"Oh," said Darrin thinking it probably was a lost cause, "Well, it's his problem. You didn't do anything wrong."

"He was cute . . ."

"Zach, if he wasn't interested then he wasn't. You can't try to convert someone. It doesn't work that way," said Darrin.

"I know, Dr. Anderson. I just have all these feelings, about a lot of things. And I don't know how to deal with them," said Zach softly.

"Well, talk to your friends. Join the Gay-Straight Alliance if you haven't already. You need to talk to someone to help you sort out your feelings. But it's easier when you aren't guessing about the sexuality of the other person. "

Darrin noticed Zach looked a little flushed and he seemed to be moving closer. Darrin wasn't certain what was going on.

"Zach?" said Darrin, "I think we're done, unless there's something else."

"Yes, sir," said Zach, but didn't move. Darrin started to wonder what was going on. It wasn't like Zach was going to try anything physical because he was very small, shorter than Mitch, and very slender. He definitely fell into the category of twink. But his proximity was starting to bother Darrin. They were close enough that Darrin was starting to feel claustrophobic.

"You know, I've never done anything with a guy. Nothing," said Zach softly.

"Zach, I think you need to—" 

Zach moved suddenly and grabbed Darrin's face. Darting in, he kissed Darrin hard. Darrin was so shocked that he froze as the kiss continued for several seconds. Zach broke the kiss and saw the look of disbelief on Darrin face.

"Oh my god, oh my god, I'm so sorry. Oh god. I just . . . holy fuck," stammered Zach. Turning he grabbed his book bag and shoved everything inside and ran out the door.

Darrin was sitting staring at the doorway Zach had just fled through. He was unable to put thought to action, his shock leaving him numb. Gradually he regained his senses and realized they had worked long past sunset. Moving on autopilot he gathered his things and left. 

Driving home, Darrin considered what he should do. He knew Mitch would be very upset, and probably jealous. He wondered if just this once it wouldn't be better to not tell Mitch everything. He had almost convinced himself of the wisdom of keeping it to himself by the time he got home.

Mitch looked up as Darrin walked through the door and did not like the look on his face. But he'd had a bad day, everything he touched had gone wrong, so he hoped he was just reading way too much into his expression. With a sigh, he tried to pull himself out of the funk he was in and greet his husband.

"Hey Darrin, how was your day?"

"Oh, what? Oh, it was fine, just fine."

"Something wrong, spill it," said Mitch with a frown.

"Damn it," whispered Darrin as the tension that was starting to recede recoiled into something ten times worse. "Yeah, I had a weird deal with a student."

"What'd ya mean 'weird deal'?" asked Mitch, his jaw tightening.

"He kissed me," said Darrin softly.

Mitch's response was immediate and explosive; his body shook at the thought of someone else kissing his husband. Turning to Darrin with fury blazing from his eyes he shouted, "Was it good? Is he cute? You ready to do a little chicken hawk'n?"

Darrin looked at Mitch with shock on his face. He'd known Mitch would be upset, but this was far worse than anything he'd anticipated. 

"No, No! It wasn't anything like that. He just kissed me. He's just a little blond twink," Darrin tried to explain.

"A twink! You've fallen for a twink! So all that crap you've been feeding me about me being sexy was bullshit then!" yelled Mitch.

"No! I haven't fallen for anyone else. You know I love your body! Jeez, Mitch! You're over-reacting!" said Darrin.

"Over-reacting huh! So what'd you do when he kissed you? Did you resist? Did you punch him? What did you fuck'n do other than enjoy your little blond haired twink?"

Darrin started to answer, but words failed him. Staring at the floor he tried to replay the incident in his mind, but couldn't. What had he done? Why didn't he push Zach away? Was it his fault?

Mitch watched Darrin, taking his introspection as guilt. Consumed with anger he stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Darrin ran to the door, thinking he would follow Mitch and try to explain. Instead he stood and watched as Mitch disappeared inside of the guesthouse. He again contemplated going after him, but decided that he couldn't reason with Mitch right now. He needed to clear his own thoughts before he could deal with Mitch's anger.

Walking back into the living room he saw Josh in the shadows of his doorway. "Go to bed, Josh. Everything will be fine. I just need to talk to Mitch."

"You kissed a student?" said Josh with a tone of disbelief.

"No. A student kissed me, and took me by surprise."

"Oh," said Josh, turning he quietly shut his door.

Darrin heard the click of Josh's door as it latched and then walked to his bedroom. He fell across the bed and lay with his face buried in Mitch's pillow. He lay unmoving through the night, breathing the smell of his lover, never able to fall asleep. As the morning light began to illuminate the room he crawled out of their bed. Without turning on a light, he turned on the shower and stepped in without undressing. As the cold water soaked his clothes, Darrin desperately wondered what he was going to do.

Less than 100 yards away the other half of the couple was also stirring from his sleepless night. Mitch knew he had over-reacted. But for one of the few times in his life he felt less than confident about himself. How could he compete with a little blond twink for god's sake. He was about as opposite of that as it was possible to be. His black hair was even starting to show a few gray threads. He wasn't going to lose Darrin without a fight though. If he needed to change himself to keep Darrin happy, then he would. There wasn't much he could do to change his appearance, but there was one thing he could do if Darrin liked bare skin.

Mitch climbed out of bed and got a pair of cattle clippers they'd left in the house a few weeks before. Striping, he looked down at his hair coated chest, which he'd always been proud of, and sighed. Steeling himself, he flipped on the clippers and quickly ran them up his chest, leaving a wide swath of denuded skin. As the hair drifted off the clippers, he considered his body. Maybe this would be enough, he sure hoped so.



Darrin left without seeing Mitch. Fortunately, he had a busy day so he didn't have a lot of time to think about the previous night. He had almost made it through work when he looked up from an unexpected knock on his door.

"Zach?"

"Ah, yeah. Sorry."

Darrin took a deep breath, not condemning the young man but determined to get him to understand the problem he had created. "What can I do for you, Zach?" said Darrin.

"I needed to tell you I'm so sorry about yesterday. I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am," said Zach.

Darrin sighed, wondering why all this crap became his to deal with, "It's ok, Zach. I know you're working through a lot of stuff, but I'm not your solution. Ok?"

"I know. I'm not sure why I did it. I'm embarrassed and hope I haven't ruined our friendship," said Zach quietly.

"No, of course not. But you can't do that again, ever. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I won't. I swear," said Zach as he stared at the floor.

"Alright, then we're good."

"I hope I didn't cause any trouble for you at home. I really just got wrapped up in the moment."

"Ah, well let's just say you owe my husband an apology. But we'll be fine," said Darrin quietly, hoping he was telling the truth. Darrin thought back on last night and their fight. He still wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he had to do something. After a few minutes of contemplation he, realized that Zach was still standing at his door.

"Was there something else, Zach?" asked Darrin patiently.

"Ahhh, yeah. Is it still ok if I come to the prom?"

The sudden change in topic threw Darrin for a second, but he quickly realized what Zach was talking about. Slowly letting out his breath, he wondered if it was smart to let Zach too close to Mitch. He decided that Mitch would eventually understand what happened. But if he told Zach he couldn't attend the prom, probably the second time he'd heard that same statement, he would be crushed.

"Of course you can, Zach. Everyone's welcome," said Darrin with conviction.

"Great!" said Zach as a smile broke across his face, "I was really looking forward to it. I think it will be fun. I know a lot of my friends are coming too! Thank you so much!"

Darrin's smile froze, wondering now what kind of monster he and Mitch were creating with this prom for Josh.



A little later Darrin was trying to wrap up things for the day when Emma appeared at his door. She looked positively bubbly and to his surprise immediately started talking about the prom.

"You know, Darrin. I think you may have quite a crowd at this little get together. I ran into the advisor for the GLBT center on campus and they said the students were getting really excited about going. Apparently a lot of them never went to their high school prom and this is going to be their chance to do it all over again."

"Oh no," said Darrin with a chuckle, "Mitch and I were afraid no one would show up. Apparently we're going to have the opposite problem. Crap! What're we going to do?"

"And that's why I'm here!" said Dr. Ruck with a charming smile. Immediately she started outlining a battle plan that would have made MacArthur envious. She soon had plans for preventing the punch from being spiked, keeping everyone chaste and providing bathrooms for the crowd, just to name a few. Darrin eventually stopped trying to contribute and just wrote notes. Her ideas were great and he couldn't really improve on them. As the conversation wound down it seemed that she had covered everything. Finally Emma stopped and looked at Darrin.

"How is the prep at the ranch going?"

"Well, it was going ok . . ." said Darrin.

"Oh? What happened?"

Darrin paused, not sure he wanted to share something this personal and worried about the ramifications for tenure if it became general knowledge that a student had kissed him. Finally he decided this particular bit information he couldn't share, even with Dr. Ruck. 

"Just a family disagreement. Nothing that we can't deal with," said Darrin slowly.

Emma looked intently at Darrin and then shrugged, "Alright."

Darrin nodded, sure the woman had worked out some of the problem on her own, or it was possible that the campus gossip chain was working full bore. He didn't want to withhold information from her, but he felt that he had to protect Mitch and himself from any possible problem. He watched as she left his office without another word, hoping he hadn't just offended his biggest ally in the department. Sighing, he gathered up his paperwork and got ready to head home and deal with Mitch.



Josh had worried about Darrin and Mitch all day. He'd never seen Mitch blow up like that, and he was confused about why Darrin had let the student kiss him. He'd heard everything that was said last night, and he was worried. He went through the day dazed, wondering if there was anything he could do to help. He'd been largely mute through lunch and was ready to go home. He moved down the hallway without noticing who was around him, stopping in front of his locker. While he was putting homework in his book bag, Josh felt a presence behind him. Turning he found Tony leering at him. Josh looked around for any of Tony's cronies, not sure what was happening. Tony had largely lost his cadre of football players with the scene Ross created, but he was still playing the part of the football player stud and made other peoples lives miserable.

"Get lost, Tony. I don't need your shit today," replied Josh.

"What's wrong Joshie? You gotta get home to fuck your two dads?"

Josh hit Tony like an enraged bull, catching him by the throat and pinning him to the wall. Tony's eyes bugged out as he grabbed Josh's arm and felt unbendable muscle and sinew that months of hard physical labor had built. In spite of Tony's weight advantage, Josh had him immobilized and helpless. Leaning in with a look of rage, Josh moved within inches of Tony's reddening face.

"Trash talk me all you want. But don't you ever talk about Darrin and Mitch again. Do you hear me! Never! Or so help me God . . ."

Josh's anger crested as all the things Tony had done crashed down on him. He suddenly wanted give this troublemaker back some of the pain he'd delivered. Josh saw Tony's eyes bulge as he pulled back his fist, his arm muscles coiled to deliver a devastating blow to Tony's face. Josh's focus was broken when he felt a cool touch on his arm. Looking back he saw Ross watching them.

"He's not worth it."

Josh's jaw dropped as he looked at Ross. The younger man was gently resting his hand on Josh's arm. As the two looked at each other, Josh could feel a deep sadness in Ross' dark brown eyes.

"Don't hit him, Josh. He isn't worth the trouble it would cause you," said Ross quietly. Looking around, a slight smile showed up on his face. "Besides, his buds have already deserted him." 

Josh considered Ross for a second and then turned back to Tony. "Don't fuck with me again, Barra. And if you ever do anything to hurt Darrin and Mitch, I'll come down on you like a tall pine!"

Josh released the linebacker and watched him slide down the wall into a heap. Turning back to Ross he nodded. "Thanks. You're right. He wasn't worth it." Josh smiled broadly and threw one arm over his shoulder as they headed toward the door.

"So, have you heard about the alternative prom at the ranch?" Josh asked with a smile.



Josh walked into the silent house, wondering where everyone was. He quietly opened the fridge and pulled out a can of pop. Cracking the top, he headed toward his room, worried about the guys. As he walked across the living room he heard,

"Josh? You home?"

Josh stopped, of course recognizing Mitch's voice. "Yeah. You . . .ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mitch said, and paused, "Ah, Josh. Can you help me for a minute?"

"Sure, you know I'll help if I can. What do you need?"

"Could you come into the bedroom?" asked Mitch.

"I guess so."

Josh dropped his bag at his door and headed to the guy's room. Walking through the door, he saw Mitch standing in the bathroom without a shirt. Josh admired Mitch's muscular torso for a moment, but something seemed wrong.

"What's up, Mitch?" asked Josh.

Mitch turned to look at him, and Josh gasped. "Oh my god! You've shaved, everything."

"Yes, but I can't do my back. Can you shave it for me?" Mitch looked at him hopefully, holding the shaving cream and a razor. 

Josh's mouth moved, but he was unable to speak. Finally he blurted out, "Why the fuck did you shave everything?" Josh had another thought and his eyes bugged at Mitch. "Did you shave . . . everything!" asked Josh. Immediately he started to stammer, "Never mind, I don't want to know. But why'd you do this? Were you that mad at Darrin?"

"So you heard last night's argument?" asked Mitch with a sad look on his face.

"It was hard not to," said Josh quietly.

"I'm sorry, Josh. You shouldn't of heard that," said Mitch with a slight scowl, "To answer your question, I'm doing whatever it takes to keep my husband. If he likes young guys, well, I thought maybe he's like me smooth."

"Shit. You really think so? I dunno," said Josh as his eye's scrutinized Mitch's chest.

"Josh, will you do it? I did the rest of it myself. But I can't reach my back," asked Mitch.

"Yeah, I guess so. But then I'm going to the movies or something. Cause I don't want to be here when Darrin gets home."

Josh took the equipment Mitch handed to him and looked at Mitch's back. He quickly realized that it wouldn't take much, there are only a few small patches of hair. Moving quickly, he lathered the spots and made short work of scraping them smooth and wiping Mitch's back. Once finished, Josh sat everything down on the counter and stepped back to survey his work.

"I think I got everything. There wasn't a whole lot that needed shaved."

"Thanks. I appreciate it. Don't worry, I won't ask you to do that again," said Mitch.

"It's ok, I'm just not sure . . . well I'm just worried is all," said Josh.

"It'll be fine," Mitch walked over and fished a couple of $20 bills from his wallet and handed them to Josh, "Here's something for supper and whatever else you need." Mitch paused and looked a little sheepish, "And Josh, thanks. I appreciate the help. I know it was kinda odd to ask you to do it. But there wasn't anyone else around."

Josh laughed as he took the money, "Don't worry about it. I hope you guys get things worked out soon. I hate it when you're fighting." Josh smiled and companionably slapped Mitch on the shoulder, "Hey, at least you didn't ask me to shave your butt!"

Mitch turned red and laughed along with Josh, thinking that it was a good thing that Josh didn't know that he had considered asking him to do that too. But good sense had kicked in.



Darrin arrived to a dark house. Cringing at the thought that Mitch was still mad at him, he looked at the guesthouse, but it was dark too. Sighing deeply he trudged into the house, ready to spend a night alone. Turning the corner, he was shocked to see the table covered with a white tablecloth and lit with candles. His eyes traveled from the table to the man standing behind it. Mitch was wearing a skintight white shirt that accentuated his muscles beautifully. His jeans were dark blue new Wranglers that were starched and did a great job of highlighting his substantial package. His husband looked amazing, but there was something wrong. Darrin was trying to puzzle out the problem when Mitch held up his hand.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 05



"Don't say anything. Just let me talk," said Mitch.

Darrin nodded and leaned against the counter to listen to what Mitch had to say.

"Good," said Mitch, relaxing a little. "First, I'm sorry about blowing up last night. It'd been a bad day and that was just too much. I'm sure it felt good to have someone . . . do that. But I don't want to lose you. I'm no twink, Darrin. I don't think I was a twink when I was 16, and I'm damn sure not now. But I don't want to lose you, so all I can do is try to give you more of what you want, to make you happy."

A look of horror swept Darrin's face. He glanced around and tried desperately to work out what Mitch had done. He felt like it was just at the tip of his fingers, but couldn't quite get it.

"No. Mitch. What did you do?"

Mitch grabbed the fitted white shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing an expanse of glistening olive skin, and not one hair in sight. Lifting his arms, he exposed his hairless armpits, and Darrin dropped into a chair in shock.

"Everything? Even?" asked Darrin.

"Well I just pruned the bush good. I was so proud when that came in when I was 12, I just couldn't stand to shave it off."

"Thank god!" said Darrin with a laugh, "I don't know how I'd of felt about a husband who looked like he hadn't gone through puberty. Well, you know, other than the adult sized pecker."

"So you like it then? It turns you on?" asked Mitch.

Darrin paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. He remembered why Mitch had done this and carefully began. 

"I'm not sure how I feel about it, or if it turns me on. Mitch, I'm not looking for a kid to be with, I love you! I love that you look, act and smell like a man. Kids don't do it for me, you do. And Zach is about as stereotypical twink as would be possible. He doesn't even come close to competing with my husband for hotness," explained Darrin.

"But you said you liked the twink look," said Mitch, feeling a little insecure.

"No, you never gave me a chance to explain. I paused too long, and you exploded. It's flattering that Zach thought I was desirable. And Mitch, I never want to jeopardize what we have. But . . ."

Darrin continued with a sly smile, "It is kinda hot. You're fucking ripped. I've never noticed how chiseled your muscles are before. Maybe we could keep it, for a little while."

"Yeah? You think it's hot?"

"Oh yeah, I think its really sexy," said Darrin.

Looking down Darrin saw the meal that Mitch had ready for him. It wasn't fancy, Mitch didn't do fancy, but the steak, fried okra and baked potato looked delicious. Darrin looked into Mitch's smiling face and walked over and kissed him. Running his hands down Mitch's chest, Darrin enjoyed the feeling of smooth skin under his hands. They kissed gently and then slowly separated. Darrin looked at the hot muscular body in front of him and licked his lips with desire. Glancing back at the table, he decided that patience was a virtue in this case.

"Let's eat, then I want to see what else you've got that's still hidden," said Darrin. He watched as Mitch turned to sit down and noticed his back was equally smooth. Curious, he questioned Mitch. 

"How'd you get your back too? I don't see how you reached it."

"Josh did it for me," said Mitch, "And I sent him to the movies so we'd have some time together."

Darrin shook his head, slightly embarrassed that Josh had been dragged into this. But he moved to his chair and soon they were both enjoying a great meal. Once they'd finished, Mitch pulled a coconut cream pie from the refrigerator and cut them a large piece to share. He sat down beside Darrin and they chatted about their day while they enjoyed the pie. Darrin told Mitch about Zach's apology and the extensive plans that Emma had helped with. Mitch finished the last bit of crust and then took their dish to the sink. Turning back to Darrin he flexed slightly and smiled.

"So. What were you think'n we could do for the rest of the evening?" said Mitch with a smirk.

"And Josh is gone?" questioned Darrin.

"Yup, I don't expect him back until late."

Darrin got up and walked over to Mitch. Wrapping his arms around Mitch's trim waist he pulled them into a kiss. Darrin was intrigued with the smooth Mitch. It all felt and smelled so different that it was almost like a different man. After several sensuous minutes of kissing, Darrin slowly sank to his knees in front of Mitch. Reaching up he opened the button on Mitch's jeans and slowly unzipped the stiff fabric. With each millimeter of zipper he lowered, Darrin saw more bare skin. When he reached the base of his man's cock, there was a short wreath of hair surrounding it. Darrin looked up and smiled.

"You didn't leave much did you."

"No, just a little short hedge," said Mitch with a smile.

"Well let's get you out of these and see what else there is," said Darrin.

He pushed Mitch against the counter and then pulled off each boot and sock, sniffing them and smiling. He gripped the jeans and started wiggling them over Mitch's hips. As the Wranglers pooled around his feet, Darrin realized that Mitch hadn't been kidding, there was no hair in sight. Darrin leaned back on his heels as Mitch stepped out of the last of his clothes. Mitch had a beautiful body, and if you liked bare, muscular men, this version of Mitch would have you creaming your pants. While Darrin wasn't immune to Mitch's Abercrombie & Fitch look, he was still coming to terms with it. He decided to stop overthinking it and just enjoy the novelty. It was so different; it was like a different guy, a nice safe fantasy. He looked deep into Mitch's dark brown eyes and then moved back to his knees and sucked Mitch's thickening cock into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around the engorged head he started tasting this new Mitch.

"Oh fuck yeah. That feels amazing," said Mitch with a sigh.

Darrin redoubled his efforts, pressing Mitch's cock into his mouth. With his eyes closed he missed the familiar touch of Mitch's pubic hair against his face. Caressing Mitch and finding bare skin was strangely erotic, like he had never been with his husband before. Darrin worked over Mitch's cock carefully, his head moving to catch all the spots that he knew Mitch loved. Soon he had Mitch pressing against him and moaning.

"Oh yeah baby. That feels so good. Holy fuck that's amazing!" said Mitch between gasps.

Darrin backed his head off Mitch's now rock hard cock. Slowly moving until just the tip was between his lips, he dug his tongue into the hole, sucking precum from it. Once the last of the sweet nectar was sucked out, Darrin released it.

"Let's go to the bedroom, lover. I want to touch this body all over until you're squirming," said Darrin with a grin.

Mitch pushed himself off the counter and padded to the bedroom. Darrin walked right behind him, enjoying the view. Once they were in the bedroom Mitch turned to Darrin and wrapped his arms around him. They kissed softly, tenderly showing their love for each other as their desire built. Mitch worked his hands between them and unbuttoned Darrin's shirt. Pressing it over Darrin's shoulders, he let the shirt flutter to the floor. As their chests rubbed against each other, Mitch's breath hissed between his teeth.

"What's wrong, babe?" asked Darrin.

"Nothing, it's just been a very long time since I felt a hairy chest against my bare skin."

"Is it good?"

"Ummm, it's different. But fuck you're sexy," said Mitch. Running his hands over Darrin's chest like he'd never seen it before, Mitch slowly slid to his knees. Unzipping the fly in Darrin's slacks, he pulled out his throbbing cock and immediately sank it deep in his throat. Grabbing Darrin's muscular ass, he enjoyed the feel of butt flexing in his hands as their lovemaking became more passionate. Mitch released all but Darrin's cockhead, jacking him as his tongue swirled around it. Eventually he fished Darrin's sack out of his pants and nestled his face under it. Sucking in his nuts one at the time Mitch carefully gave each one a tongue bath.

"Shit! That feels amazing! Damn I'm close. I could fuck'n blow," said Darrin through a sigh.

Mitch's pulse raced as he dove forward, wanting to bring his man off. Tonguing along the underside of Darrin's thick cock, his hand was a blur as he worked to bring his man to climax. The racing fist increased the volume of Darrin's cries until Mitch could tell they were at the edge. He raced to start tongue fucking Mitch's dick.

"Oh god! Oh god! Fuck'n coming!" screamed Darrin.

Mitch pulled off and rubbed Darrin's cock against his face. Darrin's cock flexed in his hand and started shooting cum over Mitch. Mitch closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of hot cum coating his face. His tongue darted out to taste Darrin's delicious man juice. Soon the flow stopped and Mitch looked up at Darrin, knowing he was covered with cum. Darrin gave a smile of pleasure and slowly lowered himself so he and Mitch were face to face. Wrapping his hands around Mitch's head he started licking and sucking every last trail of cum from his husband's face. Soon he was clean, his face glistening softly from the coating of saliva. Darrin looked at Mitch and smiled.

"I think it's your turn now, lover."

Darrin moved forward, pressing Mitch onto his back. Gazing down at the handsome man on the floor under him, he gave Mitch a wicked look. Standing up, Darrin quickly stripped as he moved into the bathroom. Coming back, he tossed one of their huge towels to Mitch.

"Lay on that. It'll make it easier to clean up afterwards," said Darrin.

"And are we gonna to be messy?" asked Mitch with a grin.

"Oh yes! I'm gonna be very messy!"

Darrin waited until Mitch was on the towel and pulled out a bottle of baby oil that he'd retrieved. Holding it above Mitch he started squirting it over his husband's hairless body and then rubbed it slowly over him. The slick substance quickly coated Mitch, and glistened in the light as his muscles flexed with pleasure. Darrin ran his hands over Mitch's bare stomach, missing the growth of hair that had been part of Mitch's original allure for him. The feeling of Mitch squirming under him brought Darrin back to the present. Sliding his hands up Mitch's hot torso, he carefully oiled his nipples and then tweaked and rubbed oil into them for several minutes. Darrin kissed Mitch and then started working his way down his desirable body. He lifted each leg, kissing Mitch's foot and then sliding his hand behind each knee. Pushing forward he sighed with heat as he exposed Mitch's hole. A broad smile broke across his face as he looked down. He was delighted to find the one place Mitch hadn't been able to shear. His butt crack was as hairy as ever, and Darrin found a strange delight in finding something familiar. He looked up at Mitch with a leer.

"Couldn't shave back here huh, stud?"

"No. I got most of the cheeks shaved but wasn't going to take a chance on cutting something important around the goods. And I sure couldn't ask Josh!" said Mitch with a smile.

Darrin started laughing hysterically, "Oh my god, no. I'm so glad you didn't ask Josh. He would have been in treatment for years to get rid of that image."

Mitch laughed and then motioned Darrin back down, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I believe you were about to rim me before you so rudely stopped!"

Darrin smiled and then pressed his face against Mitch's familiar hairy crack. He was immediately overwhelmed with the flavors and scents he found there. Long minutes passed while Darrin explored Mitch's ass, licking and kissing it, flicking his tongue over his exposed hole. As he writhed under the attention, Darrin could feel Mitch's body start to contract. Knowing the signs of an impending orgasm, he dumped the rest of the bottle of oil over Mitch's crotch. Straddling him, Darrin quickly impaling himself on Mitch's twitching cock. Darrin felt a bolt of pain at the rapid entry, but pressed on anyway, wanting Mitch to be buried inside him when he shot. Darrin hit bottom, grinding against Mitch slick bare skin and groaning. The pain was bearable, and the pleasure was rapidly intensifying. Mitch bucked up once and then grabbed Darrin, pinning him against his groin. Darrin felt Mitch's hot load as it filled his ass. Leaning forward, he rubbed his chest against Mitch as his seed emptied itself into Darrin. Soon they lay panting on each other, enjoying the afterglow of wonderful lovemaking. 

"That was amazing. Oh god, that was fuck'n amazing," said Mitch.

"Damn straight it was. Holy shit!"

They cuddled on the floor. Touching and embracing, they reconnected after their latest struggle, but eventually they started feeling the hard floor.

"I think it's time to get cleaned up," said Mitch.

"Yeah," said Darrin, standing up. He reached down and tried to grab Mitch, but slid off his oiled skin. Laughing he looked at Mitch, "Looks like you're on your own big boy. For some reason you're all oily."

Mitch laughed and pushed himself up, snagging the towel as he came to his feet. "Yeah, and I wonder how I got that way?"

Darrin chuckled and pushed Mitch ahead of him to the shower. They carefully washed each other until all traces of the oil were gone. Stepping out, Darrin grabbed a clean towel and quickly ran it over himself before carefully drying Mitch. They lay side-by-side in bed and talked about their life together until they drifted off to sleep.



Josh quietly walked into the house, having taken off his boots on the porch. The house seemed so quiet, he hoped everything was fixed. Curiosity finally overcame him and he moved silently until he could look into their room. He could dimly see Mitch spooned against Darrin under their shared sheet. Josh smiled to himself, knowing that they had worked out their problem.

Josh turned and entered his room. Undressing quickly, he couldn't help but lay awake and wonder if he'd ever be lucky enough to find a husband who would work at the relationship the way Darrin and Mitch did. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, guardedly optimistic about leading a happy life.



Darrin woke early the next morning. His arm draped over the man beside him. At first he started, wondering who was beside him. But immediately following the question was the answer, it was Mitch of course. Darrin laid there, his hand traveling over the bare chest under his hand, feeling the slight stubble that had already appeared. He had to admit, Mitch looked hot shaved, but that wasn't how Darrin wanted him. He liked Mitch with a full pelt. It excited him, turned him on, and most importantly it was how Mitch really was. He felt Mitch stir under his arm.

"Morning, sunshine," said Darrin.

"Morn'n," muttered Mitch.

After a few minutes of silence they both started to talk. Laughing, Darrin nudged Mitch.

"Go ahead, what were you going to say."

"Ok, well you know how you tell me we need to talk all the time. Well, I don't think I can do the shaving. It was fun last night, but it just didn't feel like me. Sorry," said Mitch.

Darrin leaned over and kissed Mitch's stubble coated face, "Dumbass, that's what I was going to say too. It was hot, and damn you're sexy that way. But it just didn't feel right. And besides, I like my hairy Mitch."

Mitch turned his head and kissed Darrin softly. "Good, glad that's settled. Now we better get breakfast started. The boy will be up soon and he'll be starving as usual."

Darrin laughed in agreement and they both moved to climb out of the bed.



Darrin smiled as he watched the white stretch limo pull up beside their barn. The door quickly opened to reveal a slender young woman dressed in a long white prom gown. He cringed at the thought of what was going to happen when she moved across the bare dirt to get inside. But Darrin had to smile when she very practically gathered her dress and pulled it up until it was several inches above the ground, showing the white cowboy boots she was wearing. Hearing a chuckle behind him he turned to see Mitch watching the same scene.

"You just gotta love ag school students," said Mitch.

"Yup," said Darrin, "They're nothing if not practical." He watched as the first girl was joined by a second from the same limo. The pair kissed and then moved toward the barn to join the growing crowd. He was amazed at how the prom had shaped up. Over the past several weeks things had just started being dropped off. Their barn was a huge cavernous building, and Darrin had no idea why the previous owners had put in a concrete floor, but he was glad they had. Now it was festooned with decorations in a Mardi Gras theme and they had enough food to feed several hundred people. Between the volunteer chaperones and Emma's help, things seemed to be going pretty well. The portable dance floor someone had delivered was already getting a workout, and the kids looked amazing. There were tux's and dresses galore, along with a few less conventionally dressed people. No one seemed to care. Everyone was there to have fun, and they were succeeding. 

As the evening wore on Darrin had to chuckle when a few of the couples were escorted back into the dance from the darkness. From their flushed faces and embarrassed looks, it appeared at some of them had gotten fairly far along before being caught. But the people doing sweeps were pretty determined that this prom wasn't going to be remembered for it's great sex. This was of course Emma's planning and Darrin had to smile as he watched Emma work through the crowd with all the poise of a seasoned politician, and the focus of a five-star general. 

As the evening unrolled, the guests just kept coming. Darrin noticed that some of the couples were not same sex. At first he wondered about it, but he finally marked it up to a change in perspective. Who someone was with just wasn't an issue to these kids. It was about the person, not who they slept with. Darrin had a feeling that Josh alone was partly responsible for the turn out. He was becoming a popular kid. As the crowd started to look like it needed another adult, Darrin shrugged his shoulders and moved to help out. He just hoped that at some point he and Mitch could take a slow dance around the floor too.



Josh looked at himself in the mirror. He liked the black tux that he'd picked out for the prom. It was fitted, showing off his muscular body to its best advantage. He was very much looking forward to the event and planned to dance with everyone, male or female, before the night was over. With the fastening of last button on his vest, he walked out the door and into a scene that was considerably busier than he'd anticipated. He stood on the porch and watched as a steady stream of people arrived. The pasture they'd set aside for parking was rapidly filling, as was the barn.

As he wandered through the dance, several people greeted him. He'd been a little concerned about it when Darrin had first proposed the idea, but he hadn't wanted to discourage him. But he was amazed at how well everything looked. Lots of his friends had donated stuff, as well as people who knew Mitch and Darrin. That woman Darrin worked with, Dr. Ruck, intimidated Josh, but she had worked hard at making everything really nice. He smiled broadly as Karen and Lisa danced past him. He knew they had both been looking forward to the dance. They had been together for several years, and Karen had told Josh about the white boots with gold stitching that she'd used a big chunk of this year's calf check to buy. Josh turned when he felt a presence at his side and found Ross standing beside him.

"Hey Ross, how are you tonight?" said Josh.

"Great actually. I wasn't too sure about this party, but it looks kick ass, Josh."

"Yeah, well Darrin gets most of the credit," he said motioning to Darrin walking through, "I thought it would be lame too. But damn if he didn't pull it off."




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 05



"Where did all this stuff come from? I mean, you have more shit than they have at the real prom," asked Ross.

"Mostly it's loaned. Some people gave money too. The college group helped. It's been amazing. Everyone seems to be really enjoying themselves," said Josh with a smile.

"It's great, Josh. Thanks so much for inviting me. Especially after . . ."

Josh smiled a little sadly at Ross and gripped his shoulder. "That wasn't your fault. You didn't convince him to screw around with everyone with a d—Well you know."

"Yeah, but usually I get caught in the splatter when shit hits the fan though," said Ross with a lopsided grin. "I appreciate it."

Josh pushed him toward the dance floor, "Stop taking about our asshole ex. Go. Dance."

"I would but . . ."

"What?" asked Josh.

"Well I'd really like to dance with Kirk. I know he's not gay or bi or anything. But I'd like to dance with him."

"Is he here?" said Josh.

"Yeah, he came with Tiffany," he said pointing to the golden blond couple on the floor.

Josh grinned at Ross and dragged him onto the floor to the slow dancing couple. Tapping Kirk on the shoulder he waited until the baseball player turned to look at him.

"Ross would like to cut in for one dance," said Josh with a smile.

"Sure!" said Kirk, "I'll get something to drink."

"No," replied Josh with a grin, "Not with Tiff, with you!"

Kirk's mouth made a tight "o" as he looked at Ross. Then with a smile and a wink he replied, "Sure, what the hell. Just no cupping my ass!"

Ross laughed and nodded, flashing a look at Josh as he stepped in to Tiffany's spot that was a mix of 'I'll get you for this' and 'Oh my god, thank you'. Josh took Tiffany's hand to escort her off the floor. As he stepped he realized that she wasn't budging. Turning to see an undecipherable look on her face.

"Sorry, Tiff. I hope you aren't too upset. But it was kinda Ross' dream."

"Oh god no! He's welcome to Kirk for a little while. That boy could be an exchange student, he has Roman hands and Russian fingers," she said through a throaty chuckle, "No Mister, that look was for you. You don't really think you're getting out of dancing with me do you?"

Josh laughed and nodded, "No Ma'am. I'm available to dance with you anytime you'd like."

"Good, then get your little ass over here and show a girl a good time."

Josh took Tiffany's hand and soon they were gliding across the floor. Josh was having a great time and having friends like Tiffany and Kirk attend meant a lot to him.



Emma Ruck looked around the room feeling very pleased with herself. She knew of course that it wasn't just her work. But she felt that she had made a major contribution. She was good at organizing events, just as she had told Darrin. But what she hadn't told Darrin was the GLBT group on campus had a special spot in her heart. Not because she was gay, because she wasn't, but because she had seen herself the shift in attitude toward non-heterosexual people over the years. When she first came to college they were considered fringe pariahs, but had demanded rights and recognition and she thought things were slowly improving. She'd never understood the issue herself so it wasn't happening at the speed she would like. But to survive to be senior faculty you had to be resilient, and she was nothing if not tenacious. The combination allowed her to help when she found the opportunity.

As she looked around at the kids dancing she had to wipe a tear from her eye. Over the years she had lost a few students who couldn't reconcile who and what they were with the outside pressures. She still mourned their loss while celebrating tonight's success. As she watched the couples change and shift between sexes she had to shake her head. This was exactly as it should be. Letting people be who and what they were. They realized that dancing with someone didn't mean you wanted to sleep with them. It was just all in good fun.

Feeling very good about things she watched for several more minutes before seeing someone frantically motioning her over. She smiled to herself as she moved quickly to help, the successful field commander rallying her troops.



Mitch leaned against the porch column and watched as one of the college kids made his way toward him. He drained the last of the beer from the bottle he'd smuggled out of the house against Darrin's orders, and sat it beside the wall. Turning back, he realized the kid was apparently looking for him since he was coming through the yard gate to the house. Looking him over it was obvious the boy had put in a lot of time trying to make himself look good, and look older. He'd succeeded half way; he looked very good. But he also looked very young. The dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose and the short spiked blond hair didn't help. Neither did the fact that he was shorter than Mitch, and very slender. Mitch chuckled to himself at the thought of this kid trying to buy beer. He was going to be carded for a very long time to come. Mitch watched curiously as he stepped onto the porch and held out his hand.

"Evening, sir. I'm Zach Delong," said the kid.

"Evening, I'm Mitch McRichards. Is there something I can do to help you?" said Mitch as he shook hands.

"Yes, sir. There is. You are Dr. Anderson's husband, right?" said Zach.

"Yes . . ." replied Mitch, wondering where this was going.

"Yes. Well. I owe you an apology then. A huge apology."

"Why?" asked Mitch, with one eyebrow almost buried in his hairline.

"Well, sir. Well. Oh hell . . . I kissed Dr. Anderson. I was way outta line and I've already apologized to him. But I also needed to tell you how sorry I am. I still can't believe I did it. I should've came out to talk with you sooner, but frankly sir, I was just chicken shit scared to do it."

Mitch stared at Zach, a slight scowl on his face hiding the fact that inside he was laughing hysterically at himself. This was the kid that got him to shave his whole body. This guy looked 13 on a good day. Mitch had been right about one thing though; they could not possibly have looked any less alike. Zach was a typical pale blond with porcelain white skin and a few freckles. There was just no way to describe him other than cute. Finally getting his initial reaction under control he started talking,

"Zach, I accept your apology. I know sometimes things happen in the heat of the moment. But make no mistake about it, I am a very jealous man and if it happened again we'll need to settle it man to man," said Mitch.

"Yes, sir. I mean, no sir. It won't happen again sir. I can guarantee you that," stammered Zach.

Mitch held out his hand again and Zach immediately met him and they shook hands. With a small smile Mitch released Zach's hand.

"And Zach, one more thing."

"Yes, sir?"

"It's Mitch, please stop calling me sir. It makes me feel damn old!"

Zach grinned, "Yes si—. Ok, Mitch. And thanks."

Mitch sent him back to the prom with a wave of his hand. Smiling, he watched Zach move back into the barn, almost bouncing with each step. He felt a presence at his side and turned to see Darrin standing there. He smiled broadly, leaned over and kissed his husband.

"I met your lover," teased Mitch.

"Oh," said Darrin.

"For that I made myself itch like a mother fucker?" said Mitch quietly.

Darrin started laughing, losing all possibility of decorum he was soon puddled at the base of the wall laughing hysterically. When he glanced up to see Mitch looking at him with a look of disgust, itching his chest, it all started again. Eventually Darrin was gasping for air and his laughing stopped. Mitch shook his head and held out a hand, helping Darrin to his feet. 

"You know, it isn't that funny," grumbled Mitch.

"Oh babe, yes it is," said Darrin with a snicker. "And thank you for not crushing the kid. He's still trying to adjust. He hasn't told very many people he's not straight. I have a feeling this prom was a huge thing for him."

"He looks like a fuck'n puppy! Who could hurt him," said Mitch with a sigh. With a chuckle he continued, "I did tell him I was a jealous man, and if it happened again we'd have to settle it man to man."

Darrin laughed softly, "Jeez, I'll probably have to meet with him in the library so he'll have witnesses."

"Might not be a bad plan," said Mitch with a laugh. "Tonight when this is over though, you're rubbing me down with lotion. This shits itching like crazy."

"Consider it done."



"You wanna dance?" Josh heard softly from his side. Turning he found an extremely cute college guy standing grinning like an opossum at him. Josh smiled back, enjoying the warmth being generated from the smaller man. Josh hesitated only a second before responding.

"Sure! But I think they're doing a slow dance next . . ."

"I know. That's why I asked," said the cute blond.

Smiling, Josh took his hand and they walked onto the floor with the other couples. Moving close against each other, Josh could feel the heat radiating from his partner. Tucking his head down he said, "I'm Josh by the way."

He heard, "I'm Zach. Thanks for dancing with me. I know I'm probably taking you away from your date or your friends."

"Nope, no date. Got dumped a while back. And my friends all seem to be busy with their dates," said Josh with a chuckle. As they quietly moved across the floor, Josh felt himself relax with Zach. His face was tucked against Josh in a sweet way as they danced, making Josh feel protective of him. Josh could almost feel a healing salve coating some lingering wounds from his previous relationship, which he hadn't realized were there until they were gone. He was disappointed when the song faded away. Josh thought he felt hesitancy in Zach when the older boy pulled away.

"Thanks, Josh. That was a great dance," said Zach quietly.

"It was, wasn't it," said Josh. With a pause Josh continued, "Do you have to leave? Maybe we could dance some more."

Zach's face exploded into a smile. "No, I don't have to be anywhere. I'd love to dance with you again."

Over the next few hours Josh and Zach danced again and again. There were other people scattered in for both of them, but they gravitated back to each other often. Eventually they were both exhausted, and needed to take care of a call of nature.

"Josh, man. I gotta pee, and there's a long line at the port-a-potty," said Zach in a whisper.

Without a word Josh grabbed him by the hand and tugged him along. Soon they were at the door to the guesthouse and Josh was fumbling for the hidden key. Once the door was open they surged through, giggling with the feeling they were doing something slightly bad. They raced for the bathroom, Josh practically picking Zach up as they jokingly wrestled for the toilet. Quickly out of breath, Josh signaled surrender.

"Ok, ok. I'm gonna piss myself if we keep horsing around. Come on, it's not like we haven't seen another guys dick before. We can pee together."

"Fine, just hurry. My bladder is about to explode," said Zach through clinched teeth.

Moving to opposite sides of the toilet, they quickly unzipped and aimed at white outline in the dim room. Almost immediately two strong streams started hitting the water.

"Oh yeah, that's much better," said Josh as his cock poured out the results of a night of sugary punch. Zach sighed in agreement, but was equally focused on draining his bladder. As Zach's stream thinned to a trickle, he glanced over at Josh and saw his enormous cock. Quickly turning his head back so he wouldn't seem to be staring, Zach felt his cock start to stiffen and knew it would soon be rock hard at the thought of the other boy's endowment. He quickly shoved it back into his trousers, and then looked over to see Josh shake off the last few drops of pee. He meant to just glance, but he was fixated on the length of manhood that Josh was tucking back into his pants. As it disappeared, Zach jumped as Josh cleared his throat.

"I think you're really cute, Zach," said Josh in a whisper.

Zach felt his body turn to jelly. He quietly groaned as Josh leaned toward him and kissed his lips tenderly. 

"We could, relax, here for a little while. No one will miss us," said Josh with a smile.

"Yeah. Sure. That sounds amazing!" said Zach as he fought to keep from hyperventilating.

Josh led the smaller man into the bedroom. Sitting side-by-side on the mattress they quietly contemplated each other for several long moments. Josh leaned in and wrapped his arm around Zach's slender body. He could feel the older boy tremble under his touch, his breathing shallow and ragged as they started making out. Josh ran his fingers slowly over Zach's face, feeling the soft skin and almost hairless face. Leaning in, Josh kissed him softly on the tip of his nose and then let his fingers trail through Zach's spiked hair. Josh chuckled softly at the tiny blond bayonets of hair that covered Zach's head. Feeling Josh's fingers in his hair, Zach put his hands over Josh's and gave him a lopsided smile.

"Sorry, I have to gel it. Otherwise it won't do shit," admitted Zach. 

Josh continued to run his fingers through Zach's hair, seemingly fascinated by it.

"No, it's cool. I like your hair," said Josh.

Josh ran his thumb along the edge of Zach's jaw, and he whimpered with pleasure at the touch. Josh leaned in and planted a soft kiss just under his ear. He heard the blond boy moan again at his touch and was surprised by how excited the older boys response made him. Focusing on covering Zach's porcelain skin with soft kisses, soon Zach had crawled onto his lap, their crotches grinding against each other as Josh tasted him.

Zach was pressed against Josh, panting hard as his desire built. He grabbed Josh's face and kissed him, driving his tongue through Josh's smooth lips. Their faces smashed against each other as they fought to bury their tongues deeper inside the others face. Zach ran his hands down Josh's back, clutching his ass cheeks as they kissed. Eventually they collapsed onto the bed with Josh climbing on top. Zach reached up and started to undo Josh's shirt. He whispered to Josh with a slight shake in his voice,

"This will be my first time. I'm not really sure what to do. God, you've got me so hard I could come like this."

Josh paused and then kissed Zach, separating from the smaller man. Josh knew if this was going to be Zach's first time he wanted it to be better than his had been. He didn't want it to be a desperate struggle in a dim, cold bedroom. He looked down to a look of panic on Zach's face.

"I'm sorry. I ruined the moment didn't I. Damn! I'm so fucking stupid sometimes," said Zach as the tears started to gather on the edges of his eyes.

Josh reached down and wiped Zach's eyes, leaning down to kiss him again. "No, Zach. You didn't do anything wrong. But I want your first time to be special. I'd like for it not to just be a quick fuck on prom night." Josh chuckled as he ran his fingers over Zach's face. He wanted this, his cock still hard as steel, but not now, and not like this. 

Zach moved to get up, looking very dejected. "Yeah, ok. I guess you'll call me sometime then."

"Nah," said Josh with a smile, "I'm not good with phone calls. Why don't you come out next Friday and have dinner with us. Then we can chill and watch movies or something."

Zach's face broke into a smile, "Really? Sure! Friday would be great. I can bring some movies too. But I guess I should warn you. I'm a sci/fi geek."

Josh laughed and ran his hands over the smaller man, "I have the whole Star War's set. I think I'm a member of the same club."



Darrin stood shoulder to shoulder with Mitch, watching the couples drift off as the party wound down. Overall it had seemed like a success. Everyone had seemed happy, well except for the kid who got caught trying to spike the punch. By the time Doug got finished with him, he was almost in tears. But the DJ, another volunteer, was great and kept the dance music cranked. Darrin was still a little surprised at the mix of couples they'd had. And no one seemed to care who was dancing with who. Which was perfect as far as he was concerned. 

"You did really good, babe."

Darrin turned to smile at his husband, "We all did good. I hope everyone had a great time. It was fantastic how everyone pitched in to help."

"Yeah," agreed Mitch, "I was kinda amazed at how many folks helped, and not just parents either. It was just a great night."

About that time they noticed Josh walking back toward the barn arm in arm with someone. As they got in the brighter light, Mitch recognized Zach and started chuckling.

"Looks like you have been dumped, old man," said Mitch as he nodded toward the pair.

"Well crap, that didn't take too long," laughed Darrin, "Just get a guy close to his age in a pair of pants that fit fine and Zach drops me like last weeks news."

The two chuckled at the change of circumstances. Both were happy that Josh and Zach had found each other. Not exactly sure what it would mean for Josh, or Zach, but they knew it had to be better than how Tony treated Josh. Darrin leaned in and kissed Mitch, laying his arm across his muscular shoulders. Reflecting on the evening, he asked Mitch,

"Did you have a prom?"

Mitch hesitated before he answered, "Sorta. But it wasn't something I'd want to do again."

"I went. Asked a girl to go with me," said Darrin with a peculiar look on his face, "Afterwards we were dragging main and I asked her if she wanted to go parking. I thought she'd tell me no, but she said sure. It scared me so bad I took her home."

Mitch chuckled and stuck his arm around Darrin's waist. "Yeah, denial ain't just a river in Egypt. Looks like this was as much our prom as anyone's."

Darrin got a look that would have made Loki proud and turned to Mitch, "You know. A lot of people lose their virginity at their prom."

Mitch barked out a laugh, "I think that ship has sailed for us a long time ago, babe."

"Oh, maybe we can recall the memories," said Darrin with a leer at Mitch. "Lets get this crap cleaned up and send everyone home."

"Sounds like a plan!" said Mitch with enthusiasm. They started toward the largely deserted barn. But as chance would have it, they saw Josh walking Zach to his car, kissing him before opening the car door.

"We're going to be seeing more of Zach aren't we," said Mitch.

"Yup! I'd say we are definitely going to be seeing more of Mr. Delong."

A short time later, after the last partyer had left, Darrin and Mitch found themselves in their bedroom. Walking over to Darrin, Mitch wrapped his arms around him and kissed him.

"So, you took her home huh?" said Mitch with a smile.

Darrin's face turned red, and his ears were almost glowing, "Yeah, I felt really bad too. But I didn't know what to do. I thought she'd turn me down and no one would know."

"Did she tell anyone?" asked Mitch.

Darrin thought for a second and his eyebrows went up, "You know. I hadn't thought about it before, but no, she didn't tell anyone."

"High school sucked," said Mitch quietly.

"Yes, you're right on that one."

"But adulthood is pretty fucking amazing," Mitch said with a smile. "What do you say we have the post prom night we wished we'd had?"

Darrin ran his hands over Mitch's muscular chest, grabbing his pecs and then nestling his face against Mitch's neck.

"You smell amazing. Damn, just your smell makes me horny as hell," said Darrin quietly. He opened Mitch's shirt and kissed the short black hairs that decorated his chest. Darrin smiled at the post-shaving stubble, glad it was coming back in because Mitch was continually complaining about how bad it itched. Darrin opened his mouth and ran his tongue slowly over his skin, tasting the faint flavor of musky dried sweat. Running his hands over Mitch's shoulders he gently pushed the shirt off his husband's body and abandoned it to the floor. 




Maverick Cattle Company 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.



Darrin walked out of the bathroom, drying himself from his shower. Standing at the door, he slowed when he realized that Mitch was using his computer. Not that he really minded, but Mitch had a tendency to look through his porn stash and give critiques, which definitely cut down on the erotic quality. When Mitch looked up with a quirky smile on his face, he knew this was going to be no exception.

Darrin focused on drying his neither region, hoping if he didn't encourage Mitch that he wouldn't start the commentary. But, of course, he had underestimated the amount of fun Mitch had teasing him about it. He knew it wasn't even that Mitch minded that he had the porn; they had jacked off on several occasions while they watched videos. But the fact that he could get Darrin so rattled was a great source of fun for Mitch. Sighing with resignation, Darrin tossed the towel back into the bathroom, walked over to the bed and looked at the screen. He cringed a little at the sight of a written page, knowing Mitch was about to give it a reality check.

"Mitch, what are you doing?"

"Reading your porn favorites," he said with a look of pure devilry on his face. 

"Look at this one. This guy has a 15-inch long cock that's as big as his wrist and he shoved it up a 16-year-old kid's virgin ass with no lube and the kid moaned with pleasure." Mitch smiled at Darrin. "Do you think he would moan with pleasure? I think the kid should run screaming at the sight of it. I know I would. And what would you do if you were packing a 15-inch cock? I mean if you got an erection would it rip a hole in your pants?"

"Damn it, Mitch. You know it's just porn. It's for fun. You're thinking about it too much," said Darrin with an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, you keep telling me that. What about this video? This guy says it feels amazing. It just looked uncomfortable to me," Mitch announced with a smirk.

Darrin sat down beside Mitch to watch the video. It was from one of his favorite amateur websites and the position did look . . . involved. But the bottom seemed to be enjoying himself, if the volume of his moans were any indication. As Darrin watched, his cock started to stiffening.

"Well, someone's getting excited. Want to see how it feels?" asked Mitch with a leer on his face.

"Um, well," stammered Darrin.

Mitch sat the computer aside, stood on the bed and started stripping. His eyes never left Darrin as he wiggled out of his tight t-shirt and then opened his pants. Once they were pooled around his ankles, he plopped down on the bed and kicked his feet in the air, yanking them off. Looking back at the computer screen, he smiled and then kissed Darrin.

"Do you think we need an example?"

Darrin took Mitch's face in his hands, enjoying his rough face as always, and kissed him gently before reaching over and shutting the computer. "No, I think I can remember where everything goes. Let's see, I think they started here . . ."

Darrin put his hand in the center of Mitch's chest and pushed him backwards. Mitch fell across the bed and then pulled himself up on his elbows. He smiled as Darrin pulled him to the edge of the bed, then knelt between his legs. Darrin leaned forward and kissed his balls, garnering a soft sigh from Mitch. Wrapping his hand around Mitch's nuts, Darrin stretched them toward his mouth and ran his tongue over their lightly furred skin. Mitch lay back with a sigh, letting his fingers run through the hair on his chest. He was glad it was back, even if it wasn't as long as it had been. Actually, he liked it clipped a little and he doubted that Darrin noticed. When his fingers grazed his erect nipples, Mitch let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Oh yeah, babe. That feels nice. Remember the rimming, there's lots of rimming in this video," said Mitch with a chuckle.

Darrin lifted his head and smiled at his husband. "Yes, I'm getting to the rimming. And I get to sit on your face too. I'm looking forward to that."

Mitch responded with a goofy grin as he ran his tongue over his lips. Lifting his legs to his shoulders, Mitch spread his butt as much as he could. Darrin pulled his ass cheeks open wider and wedged his face in Mitch's crack. He gasped softly when Darrin's hot tongue hit his hole. Enjoying the overwhelming sensations, Mitch was able only to grunt with pleasure as his ass was drilled. As his hole was coated with spit, Mitch's chorus of moans reached a new level. He felt the sting of a slap across his ass, and then Darrin's weight as he lay on top of Mitch. He sighed as Darrin's lips pressed against his, his tongue demanding entry. Mitch wrapped his legs around Darrin's waist, his heels digging into his ass as they kissed passionately. Their hunger built for several minutes as they kissed with increasing heat. Mitch grabbed Darrin by his hair and pulled him back.

"I think you said something about me getting to eat your ass. We're doing a valid experiment, so we have to be accurate," said Mitch with a smile.

"No, we definitely don't want to mess up the experiment," countered Darrin.

Darrin crawled up Mitch, intentionally grinding himself against his man as he moved. Grabbing the headboard, Darrin held on tight as he rubbed his hard cock over Mitch's face. Darrin grinned as his cock coated his man's cheeks with trails of precum. Moving up, he lowered his muscular butt, ready for Mitch's talented tongue.

Mitch watched as Darrin's ass descended, loving the clean musky smell Darrin always had after a shower. Digging his fingers into Darrin's meaty thighs, he pulled him down and buried his face in his crack. Mitch's tongue quickly penetrated his husband's hole, driving in deeply. Mitch felt Darrin start to grind against his face as he buried his tongue inside. Prying his ass wider, Mitch feasted on the hole in front of him. Slipping his fingers beside his tongue, he pried open Darrin's ass and drilled his tongue deeper and deeper. He loved the dripping hairy hole in front of him, watching as it convulsed and slowly closed once he relented his assault. Mitch pushed Darrin up, and then followed him, wrapping his arms lovingly around him. They gave each other hard, passion filled kisses as their granite hard cocks slid over each other. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Mitch playfully pushed Darrin against the wall.

"I'm going to fuck the cum outta you!" said Mitch through clenched teeth.

"You gonna fuck me like the video, babe?" asked Darrin.

"Oh yeah, the experiment is not over," said Mitch with a lusty grin.

Darrin groaned and crawled into the floor, pitching his hips up until his throbbing cock was pointed at his face. He looked over at Mitch, and saw raw need painted across his face. His breath came in gasps as he watched Mitch walk behind him and rub his hard dick over the exposed trench of Darrin's ass. As his butt was coated with the drool from Mitch's cock, Darrin's level of desire escalated. His need built with each pass, until by the time Mitch started dipping his cockhead into his hole, Darrin was wracked with need. 

"Damn it, babe. Fuck me already. I need that pole inside me," said Darrin as he groaned.

"You want it, fucker? You want what the guy in the video is getting?" quizzed Mitch with a sneer.

"God damn it, yes!"

Mitch cocked himself forward and drove himself into Darrin's slick ass. Piercing Darrin's gut, he buried himself deep inside his husband, and then paused, shaking slightly.

"Oh hell! Fuck yes! Shit! That feels amazing! Fuck, you hit everything good," screamed Darrin.

Mitch pulled out slowly, watching Darrin squirm on the floor under him. As he pushed back in again, the precum flowed out of Darrin's hard cock. Building speed, Mitch started fucking Darrin hard, pile driving his cock in deep with each thrust. Darrin was reduced to whines and gasps as his husband took his ass. Mitch focused on the tight hole he was pillaging, driving his thick hard cock in again and again, his breath coming in gasps. The angle was putting a new and amazing pressure on Mitch's cock, which drove him to fuck Darrin harder. Time froze as the two bodies merged in tough, masculine sex. When Darrin's cries became screams of orgasm, Mitch hammered in his cock one last time and pinned Darrin with it. 

Darrin's climax could only be called full body. His legs shook as his gut convulsed around Mitch's thick intruder. Soon waves of heat were engulfing him and the first shots of cum rocketed out of his dick, coating his face. Mitch started rotating his hips slightly as his own orgasm built. The motion took Darrin to another plane of pleasure, reduced his body to a puddle of shaking muscles as his orgasm raced onward. Eventually, with a few shudders, the last drop of cum trailed from Darrin's cock and added itself to the coating on his face. Gasping for breath and long past the point of no return, Mitch jackhammered his throbbing cock into Darrin's tunnel. With a few ragged final thrusts, Mitch buried himself inside Darrin and started emptying his nuts. The ripples of pleasure were overwhelming as his seed filled Darrin. When the final spasm had rolled through his body, Mitch slowly pulled out with a wet sound and slapped his softening cock against his husband's hole. He watched as cum slowly seeped out, and smiling, Mitch rubbed his semi-stiff cock through the cum and then slowly slid back into Darrin's ass.

"Fuck! You're a greedy bastard!" said Darrin through a moan.

Mitch watched his husband's body respond to the added stimulation. But Mitch only wanted a few final thrusts before Darrin's ass ejected his soft cock. Kneeling behind Darrin, he ran his tongue through the cum pool and then flicked it into his mouth, loving the taste of Darrin as it drifted through his mouth. Hearing a soft sigh, he looked down and smiled.

"So, was it as good as it looked on the video?" asked Mitch

"Oh god! You have no idea! I thought I was going to shoot my whole body through my dick," said Darrin with a chuckle.

Mitch leaned over and kissed Darrin's ass cheek and then slowly helped him off his shoulders. 

"Well, I guess some of that damn porn is right," said Mitch with a smile.

"I can't wait to try that on you," said Darrin.

Mitch slapped Darrin hard on the ass and walked toward the bathroom to get a towel. "You already did it, remember prom night?"

Darrin looked at him with a look of confusion but then realization dawned on him. "Well shit, you're right. We did." Darrin paused for a minute and then asked, "Did you like it?"

"Hell yeah! You're right, it hit all the good spots."

Mitch leaned down, kissing Darrin's still sprawled form on the floor and then carefully wiped off his face and torso. Tossing the towel through the bathroom door, he reached back and grabbed Darrin's hand and pulled him up. They stood and kissed gently for several minutes and then lay across the bed. Darrin spooned against Mitch as they gently drifted off to sleep.



The next morning, Darrin watched Mitch dig into a huge plate of bacon, eggs and biscuits like he hadn't eaten in weeks, while he slowly sipped his morning breakfast shake. Mitch looked over at him and snickered.

"You know, you keep drinking little cans of diet drink and people are going to think you're gay or something," said Mitch with a smirk.

"Oh shut up. I work at a desk all day. If I ate like you I'd weigh a ton."

"You're missing some damn fine thick-cut bacon, fried crispy just like you like, nice flakey biscuit, sunny side up eggs . . ." teased Mitch.

"Oh shut the fuck up! That's just evil. Except the eggs, you can have your damn runny eggs."

Mitch laughed and ran a piece of biscuit through the warm yoke and then popped it into his mouth. "Yum, damn fine!"

Darrin turned his head and made retching noises and then looked back at Mitch with a grin. He then made an attempt to change subjects.

"You know, Josh is graduating from high school in a few weeks."

"Yeah, so?" replied Mitch.

"Well, are we going? I guess we need to get him something and throw him a little party too?" said Darrin.

"Oh. Yeah. I don't know. You think we should talk to him about it?" asked Mitch

"Ask him about what?" came a grumble from across the living room as Josh walked in pulling on a shirt.

"Your graduation. We didn't know if you'd want us to come or not," said Darrin.

Josh looked at them in confusion. "Why would you not come? You're my family?"

Mitch swallowed the lump that rose in his throat and then he looked at Darrin he caught him wiping an eye quickly. Taking a breath to regain control, Mitch smiled and nodded at Josh.

"Ok, well that's settled then. We'll come to graduation," said Mitch.

"I was going to invite Zach too. You think that'd be ok?" said Josh.

"I don't see why not. You might as well," said Mitch.

"Well, he seems kinda scared of you, Mitch," said Josh.

Mitch chuckled, "He's probably still afraid I'm going to beat him like a drum for kissing Darrin."

Josh's eyes grew as he took in the information and he looked from one man to the other. "It was Zach that kissed you? I didn't know. No one told me. Damnit! Are you ok with me dating him?"

"Calm down, Josh. He apologized, to both of us. But more importantly, we're glad you're happy," explained Darrin. "So if you want to date him. That's fine with us. But I thought you already knew it was Zach."

"Ah, no. Apparently I need to chat with him," said Josh with a firm look on his face.

Darrin lost himself in thought as the other two reviewed the day ahead of them. Recalling their conversation, he realized that the resident gay couple had just agreed to attend the gay senior's graduation, with his boyfriend. Nope, it didn't have disaster written all over it at all.



Josh gasped, laughing as he thumped the blond head in his lap. "Hey! Watch the teeth!"

Zach giggled around Josh's cock as he ran his tongue over its latex covering. Josh was trying to focus on driving home while Zach was doing his best to get him to nut before they arrived. They had a bet going, but neither really cared. Josh gasped and tried to spread his legs wider when Zach rubbed two fingers on his perineum. 

"Hey! No fair! You know how crazy that makes me," said Josh through a loud moan.

The disqualification claim just pushed Zach to try harder. For mile after country mile, he sucked, licked and rubbed on Josh, trying desperately to get him to shoot. Zach could feel Josh's body lock several times as the impending orgasm was fought down. As they pulled into the driveway, Zach rammed his finger into Josh's butt in a desperate attempt to win.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Josh, "Shit! Goddamn it! I'm fuck'n coming!"

Josh slammed on the brakes a handful of feet inside the gate and started filling the condom with cum. Zach kept wiggling his finger inside Josh's butt as the orgasm took him away. After several minutes of muscle straining climax, Josh collapsed against the pickup seat in a boneless pose. Zach slowly pulled his finger out of Josh, not sure if he was in trouble since that was the first time he'd put his finger into Josh. He carefully cleaned his finger with the tissues he'd stored in the pickup and then removed Josh's condom and wiped off his dick. Looking up, he saw Josh's smiling face as he stared at the roof with closed eyes. As Zach watched his eyes popped open and he looked down at Zach with a smirk.

"Well you won, you cheating little fucker!"

"I didn't cheat!" insisted Zach.

"You said blow job, a blow job does not include fingering my ass," said Josh with a smile.

"Say's who?"

"Say's everyone, you big ole cheater," chuckled Josh.

"Nope, I won!" said Zach with a smile, "And you are gonna pay up!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What are you taking as the prize?" asked Josh.

"I don't know yet. I'll have to think on it," said Zach.

Josh smacked Zach on the shoulder in a good-natured gesture and then jumped out of the truck and headed for the house. As they entered, it seemed quieter than usual to Josh. Walking through the kitchen he spotted a note on the counter. Scanning it quickly, he turned to Zach with a smile.

"They're gone until late, and might not be home until tomorrow. We have a whole night to ourselves," said Josh with a big grin.

Zach chuckled and ran his hand over the bigger man's face. "We better fix a big dinner then, cause you're going to need your energy, big boy."

"Hmm, sounds like another challenge."

"Oh no! I've already won and I've decided you're my slave for the night. That's what I won."

"Oh really? Your slave, huh. Maybe your sex slave?" asked Josh with a sneer.

"Hush bitch! You'll do what I tell you to do," said Zach in a fake domme's voice. Zach felt Josh stiffen under his touch and turned to see a conflicted look on his face. Certain something was wrong, but not sure what it was, he moved so they were looking at each other.

"What? I didn't mean to upset you with the sex slave stuff. I was just teasing," said Zach in a low voice.

Josh tried to smile but the action of his face didn't reach his eyes. "It wasn't the sex slave, I know you were just playing. But I don't like being called a bitch. I know a lot of people use it being playful, but I really don't like being called that. Sorry, I guess Darrin and Mitch have wore off on me."

"Oh. Ok. Well I promise I'll never do that again. Sorry," said Zach in a clipped tone.

Josh took the smaller boy's face in his hands and forced him to meet his eyes. "Zach, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And it's not your fault, we've never talked about it."

Zach looked at Josh for several long minutes, finally releasing his held breath. "Ok, sorry I got upset. I'll try to not do it again, but I thought it was funny so if I do just tell me," said Zach. "Anytime something is bugging you, you should tell me."

"Are you sure? Because there is something else we need to talk about," said Josh.

Zach nodded quietly, wondering what might be wrong.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were the one who kissed Darrin?" asked Josh quietly.

Zach gave Josh a wild-eyed look and started to speak several times. Finally he began. "Well, I guess I was afraid it would screw things up between us. I was hoping you knew already and was ok with it."

"Did you know how much trouble it caused between Darrin and Mitch?"

"Really? Dr. Anderson said something about problems, but said it would be fine," said Zach quietly.

Josh let out a sigh and then fixed Zach with a look. "If there is one thing that I've learned from Mitch and Darrin it's that you have to be honest with each other. You have to be honest with me, Zach. It can't be half-truths or white lies either. If I can't trust you 100% then we can't become much more than we are now."

Zach gave Josh a miserable look, "And what are we now?"

"You're my boyfriend, of course!" replied Josh.

"Really? I'm your boyfriend?" said Zach with disbelief in his voice.

"Yes, what did you think we were?" asked Josh.

"Well . . . I'd hoped boyfriends," said Zach.

"Definitely," said Josh with a smile, "We all good now?"

"Yes," said Zach with a beaming smile.

"Good!" said Josh, "Now, how about supper. I'm starved!"

"You're always starved! I can't believe you eat so much," said Zach with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah . . . feed me Seymour!" said Josh with a chuckle.

Josh, with Zach helping, soon put together a respectable meal from the contents of the refrigerator. They chatted about their respective days as they ate, enjoying the companionship. Once they'd finished, they worked together to clean up, with Josh touching Zach every chance he got. By the time they finished, Zach was rock hard and ready for more action. He looked around to see Josh standing beside him with a tender look on his face, and felt his hand running over his back.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 06



"Now what, Master?" asked Josh in a low voice.

Zach's body trembled at those words and he replied with a quaking voice. "You don't have to do that."

"I don't have to do anything, but it sounds kinda fun," said Josh with a smile.

"So you'll do whatever I tell you?" questioned Zach.

"Sure!" replied Josh, knowing that Zach would not ask for anything that he wouldn't be willing to do. "What do you want, Master."

Zach slowly wrapped his arms around Josh's neck and pulled the bigger man down until he could reach Josh's ear. Zach whispered, "I want you to fuck me until I come screaming."

Josh pulled away so he could look into Zach's eyes. What he saw was tenderness and caring, but he needed to be certain.

"Zach, you sure? It sounds great, but there's no hurry. I'm kinda big, I mean we'll go really slow, but it's still probably gonna hurt," said Josh gently.

"I know, I've been reading too, but we have all night. I'm sure it will be amazing, and I want it to be you."

Josh teared up slightly as he listened to Zach. With a soft smile and a nod he agreed, mentally committing himself to making it as good as he could for Zach. Leaning down, he kissed the cute boy in front of him.

"That sounds awesome, Zach. What do you want to do first?"

"Well you were telling me about their shower. It sounds fun, do you think we could use it to . . . clean up and stuff?"

Josh smiled from ear to ear. "Yeah, I don't see a problem. I think it would be fun."

The pair raced to Josh's bedroom and quickly stripped, leaving clothes strewn around the room like a whirlwind had hit. They moved quietly through the guy's bedroom, both with a nagging feeling they were intruding. But when they stepped into the bathroom, Zach was awestruck. The masses of gleaming chrome and stainless fixtures were impressive, as was the huge tub to one side. But it was the enormous glass cube that dominated the room that drew their focus. Josh walked over and started adjusting all the jets as Zach watched. Once everything was set, he took Zach's hand and pulled him into the shower. 

Snapping out of his spell, Zach kissed Josh, then grabbed a washcloth and filled it with soap. Lifting Josh's arm, he got the pungent aroma of a day's sweat. Working the cloth, he soon had the dark hair under both arms matted with soap. Moving to Josh's chest, Zach nursed first one nipple and then the other before beginning to gently cover his torso with suds. He let the cloth go south, dipping into Josh's navel, running his finger into it gently as he listened to Josh's soft sighs. Zach washed across Josh's treasure trail, coating the thick black line with soap. He teasingly ran the cloth across Josh's flat abdomen, but avoided touching his flexing cock. Pushing Josh backward, he smiled as the younger man's ass found the bench.

"Sit down, take a load off," quipped Zach.

Josh ran his hand over Zach's face. "Oh, I have a load to get off alright."

Zach giggled, kneeled in front of Josh, and then picked up one of his big feet and held it carefully against his face to inhale its scent.

Josh saw Zach's cock flex with each sniff and smiled that his little bed partner got off on his stinky feet. Josh let out a sigh as Zach started carefully cleaning his feet and then legs. The feeling of the soft cloth made his body tremble. Soon Zach reached the top of his muscular thighs and looked up at Josh.

Josh pushed his legs apart and stood, his big balls dangling between his muscular legs as he looked down at Zach. 

"I think you still need to work on a few spots," said Josh with a smile.

"Hmm, I'm saving the best for last," said Zach. 

He reached up, gently wrapped his fingers around Josh's nuts and started washing them. Once they were dripping with soap, Zach let his fingers glide backward and rub over Josh's sweet spot. The second he touched it, Josh let out a huge sigh and Zach felt a tremor travel through his body. Smiling to himself, Zach could feel Josh's body shake from the stimulation. As he watched the stream of precum being pumped out of Josh's cock, he slowly ran the cloth over Josh's sensitive perineum. Zach watched as Josh started caressing himself, lightly fingering his own nipples. 

In response, Zach pushed back further, rubbing across Josh's butthole. After long amazing minutes of Zach's teasing, Josh wanted more. Moving slowly, he laid his torso across the bench, presenting his muscular ass to Zach. Smiling with lustful delight, Zach pried Josh's ass open and started cleaning it carefully. He quickly had suds running down Josh's crack, hiding his gateway from Zach. Looking at it with fascination, he dropped the washcloth to the floor and started rubbing his soap-coated finger against Josh's hole. Pressing it forward slowly, he soon found his digit buried inside his boyfriend. Mesmerized, he watched his slim finger slip in and out with increasing speed, pressing it deeper without effort until a loud moan brought Zach out of his revelry. Freezing, he looked up to see Josh's contorted face looking back at him. 

"That feels amazing Zach. But I think I better get you ready before I unload in the shower," said Josh in a rumbling voice.

Josh picked up the cloth and squirted more liquid soap into it. Smiling at his smaller lover, he ran the soapy cloth over his spiked hair. Zach sighed softly as the suds dripped down his closed eyes and he felt the texture of the cloth glide over the back of his neck. Josh's hands tenderly caressed his almost hairless face as the streams of water washed the soap from him. Josh leaned down and kissed him gently as his hands ran over Zach's silky smooth back.

"Damn, you're hot," whispered Josh.

Zach moaned softly, loving the feel of Josh's work-roughened hands as they gripped his round ass. Josh released Zach and guided him onto the bench. He mimicked Zach's actions as he cleaned the college boy's feet and legs. Josh knelt on the shower floor and ran the soapy cloth over Zach's thighs, his straining cock flexing with each touch, a steady stream of precum flowing from it. Josh loved the look of Zach's cock when he was rock hard. The foreskin slipped down and looked like a collar around his deep red cockhead. The stream of precum increased as the smaller man struggled to not unload. Josh wisely avoided touching Zach's cock, knowing he would explode with the slightest touch. Gripping Zach by the hips, Josh moved him so he was kneeling on the bench, his ass exposed.

Taking the soapy cloth, Josh started washing Zach's ass. He gently ran his cloth-covered hand over Zach's tight round butt. With each pass, Josh let his fingers glide deeper into the crevice splitting Zach's ass. When his fingers reached their goal, Josh applied more pressure teasing Zach's hole with the cloth.

"Oh god," moaned Zach. "That feels so good, don't stop."

Josh tossed the cloth aside and gripped Zach's butt cheeks in his hands. Josh flicked a finger against Zach's tiny, hairless pink hole, watching it convulse with each touch. The teasing had its desired effect and Zach was soon bucking beneath his hands. Josh ran a hand over Zach's body, coating it with suds. Moving down again, he pushed the tip of his soap-coated finger into Zach's butt.

"Oh fuck! Holy fucking shit!" screamed Zach.

Josh slowly rotated his finger, letting the soap lube Zach's hole as his finger slid in with little resistance. Once he had bottomed out, Josh paused for a few moments to let Zach adjust. As soon as Josh was sure Zach was in no pain, he started searching for Zach's prostate. Once he found the firm bulb, Josh stroked it with his finger, hoping he was doing it right.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! What're you doing? Oh! Oh hell, no no no. Oh! God!" screamed Zach.

With a final guttural scream, Zach's body convulsed and coated the shower wall with boy spunk. Josh stroked his swollen prostate as Zach emptied his balls onto the glass wall. With his body shaking, Zach fell against Josh, his breath coming in gasps. Josh cradled the smaller boy, gently caressing his skin as he recovered from his orgasm. Zach turned and kissed Josh with a smile.

"Oh my god! That was amazing! I've never came so hard," said Zach.

"That's only the beginning," said Josh, "Let's get out."

Josh guided Zach out of the shower and dried his slender body. Zach took the towel from Josh and carefully dried his lover, exploring his body as never before. He paid particular attention to Josh's groin and ass, until he felt hands tugging at him. They kissed gently and Josh caressed Zach's face. 

"Any more and I'm going to explode," said Josh with a smile.

Taking Zach by the hand, Josh led him into his bedroom and carefully closed the door. Josh guided Zach to the bed and softly laid him down. Crawling beside him, Josh started kissing along his neck. Soon he had Zach's ear between his teeth and the smaller man was moaning louder and louder. Josh's hand splayed across Zach's smooth pale chest, caressing it softly. Josh felt Zach's hard nipples glide under his hand and started rubbing them as he moved down to suck on Zach's neck. Zach was writhing as the passion built. 

"Oh shit, Josh. That feels so good," said Zach as he gasped for air.

Josh lifted up, smiling at the responsive partner under him and ran his hand lower. Running his fingers through the soft texture of Zach's blonde bush, Josh felt his own hard cock flex in response. Without a word, he turned Zach on his stomach and Josh lay on the bed between his spread legs, grabbed his ass in both hands and pried it apart. He wanted to do this, he wanted to taste Zach, but he wasn't sure. How would he feel? How would Zach feel? It was always a taboo spot in Josh's world. But as he opened it, all he smelled was soap with a slight earthy tang, nothing bad or repulsive. Josh moved closer and inhaled again, filling his senses with Zach's masculinity. It was the final piece of foreplay for Josh and without another thought he ran his tongue over Zach's pale pink hole.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" screamed Zach, "Oh my god! What are you doing?"

Josh lifted his face, pressing his finger against Zach's wet hole. "I'm rimming you, now just enjoy it," said Josh with a chuckle. 

Zach grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it as Josh continued his assault on his virgin ass. He was soon reduced to a wordless state of bliss as Josh's tongue buried itself in his gut.

Josh wondered why he had been so reluctant about tonguing Zach. The reactions of the smaller man alone were amazing, and as he felt Zach's hole gradually take him in, he wanted more. He began ramming his tongue into Zach's hole, burying it deeper and deeper as Zach's gateway opened for him, and in a few minutes, Josh had his face buried in Zach's ass, flicking and driving his tongue inside Zach's tender hole. As lust built inside of Josh, he moved his face back and swiped his tongue over Zach's pucker while he watched his boyfriend's heaving body. Moving quickly, he retrieved the lube and squirted his hand full of the slick gel. As he moved his wet fingers across Zach's ass, Zach trembled.

"Put 'em in! Oh god please put 'em in!" yelled Zach as his swollen ass was teased mercilessly. Without a word, Josh slowly sank one finger completely inside of Zach. The little bottom's cries were mounting with each new experience, and this was no exception, as his cries became screams of pleasure. Working slowly, Josh inserted two, and eventually three fingers inside his lover over the course of many long minutes. By the time he was finished, he was easily sliding three fingers in and out of Zach, the smaller boy whimpering with need.

"Please Josh! Slam your fat cock inside me! Oh damn! Just fuck me!"

Deciding it was time, Josh let his fingers slowly slip out of Zach's ass, which was greeted by a moan of disappointment. He wrapped his hands around Zach's waist and rolled him to his back. At first Josh thought Zach had shot his load from the size of the wet spot, but realized it was precum drooled from Zach's steel hard dick. Not touching Zach's cock, Josh ran his hands over his slender torso and then leaned in and gave him a hard kiss. Pulling back, he stared into Zach's blue eyes and smiled.

"Ready to lose your cherry?" asked Josh.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me! Fuck me already!" whimpered Zach.

"Ok, but you're on top. Then you can control everything"

Zach nodded in agreement and Josh pulled him against his chest and rolled them so Zach was sitting on top of him. Reaching over, Josh retrieved a condom and handed it to Zach. He smiled, ripped open the wrapper, and quickly sheathed Josh's granite hard cock. Zach grabbed the lube and gave Josh's dick a thick coating and then knelt over it. Reaching between his legs, Zach positioned Josh's cock against his hole and pressed down. Josh watch as pleasure, and discomfort, flash across Zach's face as he was stretched beyond anything previously and with a final shove and an audible gasp from Zach, the bulbous head popped inside his outer portal.

"Take it slow, Zach. There's no rush. Just relax, don't hurt yourself. Push out some, it'll make it easier," whispered Josh in his ear.

Zach nodded in agreement and Josh could feel the vise like grip of his ass lessen. With a multitude of groans and sighs, Zach slowly pressed Josh deeper inside him. As the last few millimeters of cock entered him, Zach let out a noise that could only be called blissful.

"Shit, this feels amazing! I never imagined it would be so good," said Zach through his sighs of contentment.

Josh ran his hands over Zach's chest, enjoying the pleasure that was enveloping Zach. Josh watched as Zach started rocking slowly, feeling his cock rub back and forth inside his lover. Zach's passion grew as he started riding Josh's cock. Soon his head was thrown back as he plunged Josh's thick hard cock over and over into his virgin butt. Josh watched as Zach's cock flopped back and forth with each motion of his hips. Josh knew neither of them would last long, but he wanted to be certain that Zach's first time was as good as he could make it. Josh ran his hands over Zach's flat stomach and then his chest, taking his nipples between his fingers and twisting them. With that, Zach started rammed himself onto Josh's cock.

"Yes! Fuck! So good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" screamed Zach.

Without touching himself, Zach's cock exploded as he furiously rode Josh. Without touching himself, his dick started shooting cum over Josh's chest. His cries became animalistic as the waves of climax crested and then buried Zach in their pleasure. Engulfed in the sensation of his first fuck, Zach reached down and twisted Josh's nipples hard. The initial pain shot through Josh and he bucked hard into Zach. The sensation quickly changed as the nipple play signaled the beginning of Josh's orgasm. Josh grabbed Zach's hips, pinning him on his exploding cock. Josh felt cum rocket from his nuts over and over as the results of their extended foreplay showed in the volume of semen he shot. 

After a few moments they came down from their orgasmic highs. Zach collapsed onto Josh and curled into a ball as he tried to catch his breath. Josh smiled as he ran his hands over the small man laying on him. 

"How was that, Zach?"

"Oh. My. God. It was amazing. Better than I imagined," said Zach quietly.

"Are you . . . sore?" asked Josh.

Zach paused for a minute, feeling Josh's softening cock still in his ass. 

"Maybe a little, but mostly it just feels fantastic!" said Zach.

"Good, I'm glad," said Josh with a contented smile.

The pair lay in quiet contentment for several long minutes before Zach lifted himself up, letting Josh's still plump cock slip out. Quickly he scurried to the bathroom and brought back a cloth, cleaning Josh thoroughly. He slipped the condom off and wrapped it in a piece of toilet paper he had brought and flushed the condom. Taking care of everything else, he crawled back into the bed with Josh, pulling his muscular arm over him. 

Josh kissed the back of Zach's neck, content that Zach had lost his virginity in a way that he had only dreamed about. He pulled his lover against him and shortly they both had drifted off to sleep.



Darrin looked up a second before Dr. Ruck tapped on his door frame. Her hand froze in mid-air and she looked at Darrin.

"Do you mind if I come in for a few minutes?" she asked.

"No, certainly not," replied Darrin with some trepidation. "What can I do for you?"

"Well . . . it's more what do you know," replied Emma with a grimace.

"Like what?" asked Darrin.

"Were you aware the Boorman is spreading rumors about you?"

"No, what kind of rumors?" asked Darrin.

"Mostly the typical homophobic shit," said Ruck with a fierce face, "My concern is the more immediate things that might jeopardize your tenure. Like kissing a male student . . ."

Darrin rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. "Well I made a poor choice on that one to not share the information with you. I didn't kiss the student though, he kissed me. And he has since apologized, to me, and Mitch. He's actually dating Josh now . . . I know, it doesn't sound very good."

Emma laughed and shook her head, "Students get crushes, especially on faculty they are working with. It won't take much damage control to stop that rumor."

She paused for a moment and then continued, "Darrin, you can trust me. I promise you, if there is a problem, I'll tell you about it. I won't wait until your mid-point review and drop a bombshell."

"Yes ma'am, I know," said Darrin sheepishly.

"Good, that's settled. Now, have you gotten any word back from our grant? I remember the first review deadline being . . ."



Darrin watched as both Josh and Mitch paced the living room. Mitch had finally decided on foundation animals for their cow herd and the animals were being delivered today. But Darrin had not been able to go on the trip when they were selected, Josh had gone instead. So Mitch was more concerned than he might have been otherwise. The breed Mitch had selected was Santa Gertrudis and Darrin didn't know much about them other than they could take the Oklahoma heat. They had bought 50 cows and two bulls to start the herd, which was a sizable investment for their new ranch. But the steers they had grown out last winter had provided a good return on their investment and Darrin trusted Mitch's judgment, but the other two were making him apprehensive just from their nervousness. He decided he knew what would distract them and with an ornery grin he turned to Josh.

"So, Josh, I hear you think we should have goats," said Darrin with an innocent smile.

Mitch stopped in mid stride and turned to Darrin and Josh both. "No, no damn goats. They eat everything and you can't keep them in. Besides, there's no market for them."

"Yes there is," retorted Josh, "there are some pretty big markets in Texas already. And with some of the new immigrant groups, the demand for cabrito is increasing."

"No, no goats. They just tear up shit, get into everything. No goats," said Mitch adamantly.

"Worse than a one-ton Santa Gertrudis bull? I don't think so. And they would help clear out the brush. You know, they like eating trees. Also, have you thought about . . ."

Darrin couldn't help but chuckle. He knew this was an ongoing argument between the two and they could argue about it for hours. Personally, he though Josh had some good points, but he wasn't going to weigh in on either side. He knew he was already going to catch it later from Mitch for bringing it up anyway. As the argument stretched on Darrin glanced out the window to see dust boiling up along the road.

"Guys, I believe your cattle are arriving."

Mitch and Josh stopped in mid sentence and looked out the window. Immediately, both of them scrambled for their boots and were soon piling out the door. Darrin followed at a more sedate pace; stopping on the porch to pull on his boots and watch the trucks pull up. He smiled as Mitch and Josh helped the drivers, and Darrin was happy to let them do the work while he played the role of gentleman farmer. By the time he arrived at the corral, the first load of cows were already unloading. 




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 06



The muscular, cherry red animals that poured off the trailer impressed Darrin. He hadn't made the time to research the breed like he normally would have, so he hadn't been sure what they looked like. He noticed they were a mix of polled and horned animals and while they were fairly docile, they were extremely alert. 

As the first truck pulled off, Darrin did jump in to help. With all three of them working, they soon had pens full of the remarkable red cattle. Darrin stood on the corral looking over the cows and was impressed. He had to admit they were wonderful looking animals, but something about their appearance was nagging at him.

"So, what'd ya think?" asked Mitch.

Darrin turned to find Mitch and Josh waiting for his reaction. "I think they look amazing! You guys did a great job picking out a herd."

A broad smile spread across both of their faces. They all turned to look over the milling animals and Josh piped in. "Wait until you see the bulls we got. They have impressive bloodlines and their rates of gain were fantastic!"

Darrin noticed that Mitch flinched a little and remained silent. But Darrin chalked it up to nerves. They watched as a smaller gooseneck trailer pulled in with the bulls. Darrin could see the two large beef animals pacing the trailer as Mitch helped guide it into position. He and Josh moved to one side of the bull's pen and watched as Mitch cracked open the rear gate to the trailer. 

The first bull raced from confinement into the open pen. Darrin admired the rippling red skin, his sleek hornless head and muscular body. As with the females, something about the bull was tugging at memories. As he felt close to solving the riddle, the second bull raced out. Darrin looked at the horns, longer ears and larger hump and everything clicked into place.

"You must be fuck'n kidding me! You bought goddamn Brahmans! You fuck'n asshole," said Darrin in a barely contained scream.

"No, they aren't Brahmans, but Brahman was used in their breeding. They aren't crazy like those cattle at the research station. Josh and I were careful to pick only animals with good dispositions," explained Mitch quietly.

Darrin looked at the two bulls just in time to see the horned bull turn and snort at them. Without another word Darrin jumped off the fence and stormed to the house. Josh moved beside Mitch as they heard the door slam when he went into the house.

"What's wrong? I thought he would be happy. What's he mad about?" questioned Josh.

"When we were in grad school Darrin had a bad run-in with a crazy Brahman bull. It almost killed him," said Mitch softly.

"Oh. What're we gonna do then," asked Josh.

Mitch looked at the youngster and clapped his hand on his shoulder. "We aren't doing anything, I'll talk with Darrin after he has time to think about it. Let's get the cattle settled in."

Mitch helped Josh get all the animals in the right pens and double checked on the two bulls before he left Josh to fill feed bunks and troughs. As he walked back to the house, Mitch tried to work out how much damage control he was going to need to do, but he just wasn't sure.

Mitch walked into the house and heard the clink of a bottle being set down. Turning the corner into the living room, he saw Darrin sprawled on the floor, staring out the window. Mitch quietly walked up and watched Darren take another long pull on his beer.

"I didn't handle that very well, did I," said Darrin.

Mitch straddled Darrin, sitting in the chair with him between his legs. He started rubbing Darrin's shoulders without saying anything. He continued for several minutes, letting his thoughts become clearer. He ran his hand down Darrin's chest and gave him a slight hug.

"I should have told you. I really don't know if it was on purpose, or I just forgot," admitted Mitch.

"The sight of that bull scared the crap out of me," said Darrin.

"I know, babe, but honestly they're big babies. Josh and I were careful to not pick any wild stock, and the Gerts have had most of the crazy bred out of them."

"Ok. I know. I'll be fine. Just give me some time. Let's go back out though. I don't want to have to have to have any more talks with Josh," said Darrin with a chuckle.

Mitch smiled and stood, teasingly rubbing his crotch against the back of Darrin's head. With a chuckle at the look he got, he helped Darrin up. Mitch wrapped his arms around Darrin and hugged him tight. Pulling back slightly, he kissed Darrin softly.

"They were the right choice, you'll see," said Mitch with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see," said Darrin with a playful swat at Mitch. Darrin followed his husband out of the house, enjoying the view of his tight backside as they moved to help Josh settle the cattle in for the night.



"Mitch, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea," said Darrin as they walked through the door. "What if we run into one of my students? How will I explain being in a porn shop?"

"Why would you need to explain anything? You are well over the legal age to be in here, and all this shit is legal. Even in Oklahoma."

"Yeah, well how would you feel if you were shopping for sex toys and you ran into your professor?" asked Darrin.

"Jeez! You're a little worry wart ain't ya? Stop being so paranoid. Maybe we'll find something fun that you didn't see on your little website," said Mitch with a smirk.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Darrin surrendered. The pair walked through the store, chuckling at some of the items, and selecting a few to buy. Just as they rounded a display of man-on-man videos, Mitch stopped Darrin with an out flung hand. Darrin looked questioningly at Mitch, who nodded down the isle at another customer.

"That's Boorman!" whispered Mitch.

"No, no way!" 

"Watch him walk. It's his 'corncob up his ass' walk. But it looks like it might be something else up his ass," said Mitch with a chuckle.

Darrin watched for a few minutes and then smiled to himself. It was definitely Boorman. Darrin snickered at his armload of sex toys, including a huge purple butt plug that looked as big as his wrist. Darrin's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward; ready to confront Kevin, when he felt Mitch grab his arm.

"No, not here. You have something on him, it might be useful later," whispered Mitch.

Darrin thought a minute and sighed, "Yeah, you're right. He'd just twist it around. But the little closet case, it pisses me off."

"I know, babe. And you know how much I'd like to call him out. But I just have a feeling this will be useful later. And guess what? I have this." Mitch held up his phone. "So we can just snap a few pictures, then he won't be able to squirm out of it later."

Darrin smiled and nodded at Mitch's suggestion. They carefully moved around the store, following Boorman and taking a few photos. He had picked up several gay videos, in addition to his haul of sex toys. Darrin glanced as they walked past that section, and was surprised to discover they were all hard-core leather and bondage films. Once Boorman had made his purchase and left, Mitch turned to Darrin and started chuckling.

"Oh my god, he's a total closet case! He's a bottom boy without a top," said Mitch through his laughter.

"It's kinda sad don't you think? He hates us for being what he wishes he could be," said Darrin slowly.

"You make choices, you live with the consequences. He hates anyone who is gay because he thinks it's not normal, that includes himself," said Mitch with a scowl. "Besides, he's caused us trouble from the beginning. He deserves whatever he gets."

"Ok, ok, you're right. I'm just a soft touch, and apparently that includes assholes."

"I don't forgive assholes! But we have a ton of our own fun toys. Let's pay for them and head home," said Mitch, "Besides, one of these is for Josh!"

"Oh fuck no! Don't you dare buy Josh a dildo! Oh my god, do you want to send him into therapy?" spouted Darrin as he turned to find Mitch holding his stomach in laughter.

"What's so fuck'n funny?" asked Darrin with a scowl.

"Like I'd give Josh sex toys. You're so easy!"

Darrin looked at Mitch, his mouth hanging open as his husband continued to laugh at him. Gathering himself, he turned and marched to the counter, put their purchases on it and looked at the clerk with an expression that dared him to say anything. 

Sitting in the pickup on the way home, Darrin stared intently out the window. Mitch watched him; afraid he was in one of his moody funks. Mitch saw his shoulders begin to shake and was afraid something that had happened was bringing up bad memories. But then Mitch heard the sound of soft laughter, and soon Darrin was producing a good belly laugh. He turned back to Mitch and wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes.

"I am easy sometimes, aren't I?"

Mitch rubbed his hand over Darrin's back, "That's why you're so wonderful. You are always trying to protect everyone."

"Jeez, being the bleeding heart is so tiring sometimes," said Darrin with a snort.

"Yeah it is," agreed Mitch with a laugh.



When Darrin and Mitch pulled into the driveway, they could see Josh standing in the front yard talking to someone. As they pulled closer it was obvious they were not having a cordial conversation. Josh had a severe look on his face, and his arms crossed. Parking to one side, they watched for a few minutes before they moved to get out of the pickup. As they walked to Josh's side, they could hear the conversation.

"This thing of yours has gone on long enough. Your mother and I forgive you, but you have to come home now. We've found a place that will treat you for your problem."

"Problem? What problem? My being gay? Cause that isn't a problem, it's just part of me," replied Josh stiffly.

"Josh, lower your voice to me. The church is going to pray for you. We'll fix it."

"Fix it? You are gonna fix me! I'm not broken! No real doctor considers homosexuality to be a disorder. But you've found another religious freak that says they can treat homosexuality. There is nothing to talk about here, Dad. I'm not broken and I'm not leaving the ranch. Darrin and Mitch need me!" spat out Josh.

Josh's father drew back his hand and Josh braced himself. But at the apex of his swing, his father's punch was stopped suddenly by an iron grip. Turning, he saw his wrist in Mitch's grip.

"Sir, it's time for you to go now. Josh made himself clear, and he's no longer a minor," said Mitch through gritted teeth.

"You! You two! You're going to burn in hell for converting my son. You are evil and spread evil. When Jesus comes—"

Darrin made a step toward him with a look that would ignite stone. His fists were clenched at his sides as he moved toward the man. He started to speak, and then he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

"Darrin, I've got this. This is one battle that I can fight on my own. I've known this day was coming since I got here in Sheriff White Cloud's car," said Josh. Then he turned to his father and began quietly.

"I am not going with you, Dad. You gave that up when you and Mom beat me a year ago. I'm not broken, and I'm not going to hell because I'm gay. You need to actually read the bible instead of spouting what other people tell you. Because I have read it, done my research, and I don't agree with your interpretation. You can't pick some things and not other because they aren't convenient. You also talk about the original bible, but it doesn't exist. Everything has been filtered through 2,000 years of interpretation. My God doesn't punish people who love each other and are doing no harm.

You threw me out of the house, but after a year you want me back? I would have been homeless and living on the street if it weren't for these men. They've taken care of me, fed me and helped me grow into a man that you, well Grandpa anyway, would be proud of. If it weren't for them, well, I probably wouldn't be alive," Josh took a deep breath and shook his head. 

"Now, if you want to be around me, you are the one who has to change, not me."

The older man looked at his son and then clenched his jaw. He jerked his hand free of Mitch's grip and stormed back to his pickup. Josh stood with crossed arms and watched as his father sped down the driveway. As the pickup disappeared into the distance, he let out a long sigh. Darrin walked up behind him and put his arm over his shoulder.

"It could be worse. He's still alive, at least as long as they're alive there's a chance that they will understand. My dad died first. But I'm not sure he would have ever understood," said Darrin.

"Darrin, they beat me so bad that the Sheriff had to rescue me and bring me here. They ignored me for a year, and then came back with a 'cure'. I don't think it's going to change for them either," said Josh with tears that were barely held back.

"You are our family, Josh. Darrin and I want you to stay as long as you'd like. You always have a home with us," said Mitch as he walked up beside Josh on his other side.

Josh turned and smiled at Mitch, "Thanks Mitch. I appreciate that. A lot of kids like me aren't lucky and end up homeless and turning tricks to feed themselves. I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate what you've done."

Josh hugged them both and smiled weakly. Darrin and Mitch each hugged him in turn. They sat down on the steps together and quietly watched the crimson sunset. The quiet time together seemed to dispel the tension of the encounter. Mitch looked at Darrin and winked just before he reached down and started tickling Josh. He quickly discovered his most vulnerable spots and soon had him squirming on the floor laughing hysterically. Mitch stepped back and chuckled as Josh caught his breath, having successfully dismissed the pall that had hung over them. Mitch helped Josh up and then gently shoved him toward the door. As he moved forward, Mitch cast a grin at Darrin and started.

"You know, Josh. We picked up a di—"

Mitch was cut off by a sharp whack on the back of the head from Darrin. Looking over with an unrepentant smile, he followed the other two into their house for a nice family meal.



Mitch walked out of the bedroom swinging something hot pink that looked vaguely familiar to Darrin. As he got closer, Darrin blushed deep red when he recognized the double-headed dildo from the adult store they had went to a few weeks before. Darrin covered his face with both hands and moaned as Mitch became more and more lurid with the toy. As Mitch started doing his version of a stripper dance, Darrin peeked between his fingers.

"Damn, Mitch. What were we thinking to buy that thing?"

"I think we thought we'd be having fuck'n hot sex. That's what I think," replied Mitch.

"I don't even know how to use it," said Darrin with a slight smile.

"Let's go see what it'll do! Josh is gone for awhile."

Darrin nodded in agreement, took Mitch's offered hand and followed him into the bedroom. Closing the door behind them, Darrin walked behind Mitch, running his hands over Mitch's muscular chest.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?" whispered Darrin.

"Yup, but it's always good to hear," said Mitch as he turned in Darrin's arms, "I love you too, handsome. A lot."

They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Their souls poured into each other as the feelings of tenderness overwhelmed them both. Darrin let his lips trail down Mitch's neck, kissing lower until he reached the hollow at the base of his neck. He heard a soft sigh from Mitch and held him close. After a few more moments, Darrin felt Mitch's tongue tracing along the rim of his ear. The tingling ran down his body, and he sighed softly as he felt Mitch's teeth close on his ear lobe.

"Damn, that feels good," said Darrin quietly.

He grasped Mitch's t-shirt and tugged it upward, exposing his hairy chest. He leaned in and took a deep breath, the scent of his man curled through his brain as his hands relished the texture of his body. Darrin tugged the shirt off and let it drop to the floor, then quickly peeled his own shirt off and took Mitch back in his arms. Their explorations were slow and deliberate with delicate touches trailing over each other's bodies. Soon their cocks were rock hard, and ready.

They gently undressed each other and climbed into bed. Mitch held the dildo up and grinned at Darrin.

"So, I think we should start with you and see how it feels," said Mitch with a grin.

"Hmm, sounds great to me. Get me ready, babe."

Mitch coated Darrin's hole with lube and then slid in a finger. Working it slowly, he ran his free hand over Darrin's body as he explored his depths. Soon he was up to three fingers and Darrin was writhing on the bed beside him. He slowly let his fingers slide out and then ran his hand up and down Darrin ass.

"Oh god, Mitch. I'm ready, put it in," said Darrin.

Mitch took the hot pink length of gel and covered it with lube. Feeding one end into Darrin, he soon had over half it's length buried inside his husband. Sliding it slowly back and forth, he watched as Darrin relaxed and started to move in the same rhythm. Mitch enjoyed the show as Darrin's hand curled around his own pecs and then started rubbing his hard nipples. Mitch smiled as Darrin closed his eyes, losing himself in the hot sex. Mitch continued until he knew Darrin was buried in the sensations, and then stopped.

"Oh fuck. Don't stop! Screw me," begged Darrin.

"Time to share, babe. Move up a little, I'm pretty sure we need to be ass to ass for this to work" said Mitch with a smile.

Darrin moved up, resting on his elbows he watched Mitch move into place. He felt the wonderful tickle of Mitch's hairy ass rubbing against his own and enjoyed the sight of Mitch prepared himself. Darrin's cock flexed and belched out a blob of precum when the other head of the pink dildo slipped into Mitch's ass. 

Their legs interlocked as their asses started grinding against each other. Darrin's fist wrapped around his cock and he started stroking it slowly. The motion of the toy was slow and shallow, causing passion to build as they gently moved as much as possible without losing the dildo. Soon though, while they were enjoying it, they were both giggling. 

"Is it just me, or is this a little . . . odd," asked Mitch with a chuckle in his voice.

"It feels good, but it is kinda weird, yeah," said Darrin with a laugh.

"Race ya to get off!" said Mitch as he grabbed his cock and started pounding it. Darrin grinned and jacked his cock fast; knowing all the slow build up was going make him have a hair trigger. Darrin felt his orgasm begin just as Mitch signaled the beginning of his climax. As Darrin's cock exploded, he felt the first stream of Mitch's jizz land across his stomach. With volley after volley of cream crisscrossing their torsos, Mitch and Darrin finished emptying their nuts. They collapsed against the bed as the sex toy slowly slid out of their butts. As it left Mitch's ass with a wet slurp, he started laughing.

"Babe, we've tried a lot of things, and I want to try more. But this one I'll pass on doing again," said Mitch with a smile.

Darrin chuckled, "Yeah, it wasn't really all that I thought it would be either."

Mitch lifted up the lube-covered dildo and laughed again, "Yeah, I think we can retire the giant pink worm!"

Darrin chuckled and levered himself off the bed. Kissing his man first, he then dragged him to the bathroom to shower off the evidence of their latest fun time.



Mitch sat in the hot high school gym, on a hard folding chair, and kept his thoughts to himself. He was dressed in a suit and tie and looked even more uncomfortable than he was. If someone had told him a year ago that he would be sitting in the parents section for a young man's high school graduation, he would have laughed at them. But that's exactly where he was. Josh had made it very clear that he wanted them in the parent's section. After the showdown with his father, Josh hadn't heard another word from them and Josh had not said anything either. He and Darrin hadn't argued with his choice and had agreed to attend. So, now Mitch was sitting in a monkey suit, and squirming in discomfort.




Maverick Cattle Company 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. 



Mitch watched Josh idly flipping TV channels in only a pair of shorts and flip-flops. The bright afternoon sunshine streamed through the window and highlighted the hair on Josh's tanned legs, as well as a little in the center of his chest, creating a golden halo around his body that Mitch had to smile about. Mitch recognized that Josh's body was maturing; his beard was a little heavier, shoulders a bit broader, and he was starting to grow more body hair. Mitch thought Josh was becoming a very handsome man, and hoped Zach realized how lucky he was to be with Josh. But Mitch recognized the signs of a lover without his love, and moved to do something to at distract Josh so he wasn't sitting around the house moping all day.

Mitch opened the freezer and pulled out the vanilla ice cream. He grinned to himself as he stuffed ice cream into a big tumbler until it was packed, and then started pouring Dr. Pepper around it. He poured slow, knowing that Josh wanted as much pop as possible. Once it had a tall brown cap on it, and as much pop as possible, he stuck in a long spoon and carried it to Josh.

"Here, something to drown your sorrows," said Mitch with a smile.

Josh reached up and wrapped his hands around the glass. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucked off part of the foam and licked his lips. Turning to look at Mitch, he gave a lopsided smile.

"Not very subtle, huh."

"Nope, you have Darrin's sad puppy look down pretty well though," joked Mitch.

"Oh jeez, that bad?" asked Josh.

Mitch nodded and laughed, "Yeah, pretty much."

"He's only home for a month. He'll be back. I'm sure you can figure out how to entertain each other in the mean time," said Mitch with a throaty chuckle.

Josh looked at Mitch with a look of confusion for a few moments, and then Mitch's insinuation dawned on him. 

"Oh jeez, Mitch! Why do you say shit like that?" said Josh.

"Hey, it's the age of video chat. Might as well make a date of it," said Mitch with a huge grin on his face. "Come on, let's go grab the new fishing stuff Darrin insisted we needed and see if we can catch some catfish from the creek. Fried catfish and hushpuppies sounds good tonight."

"Alright, alright. I'll show you Texans how to fish. First we need some bloodbait to catch the really big ones," said Josh as he pulled himself out of the chair and snagged his t-shirt.

"Bloodbait? Damn, these Oklahoma fish are vicious!" said Mitch and then he snorted.

Josh rolled his eyes as he stepped out on the porch. Heading for the barn, he quickly grabbed the new fishing equipment and tossed it into his pickup. Mitch climbed in seconds later and they headed to the combination bait shop, grocery store and gas station a few miles from the ranch to get the type of bait that Josh wanted. Heading back to the ranch, they turned into one of the pastures and Josh drove toward the creek. Mitch smiled to himself that Josh picked a spot that was nowhere close to where Mitch's accident happened. He found it a little funny that Josh seemed to be a superstitious. But the spot Josh chose was nice, with a decent stand of cottonwood trees and the creek had deepened into a good-sized fishing hole. 

Josh grabbed everything and carried it to the side of the creek. He pulled the lid off the bait and Mitch leaned over to look inside the plastic tub.

"What the hell is that?" asked Mitch.

"Bloodbait, I told you already," said Josh.

"No, I mean what is it? It looks like some nasty shit!"

"Oh," Josh paused for a few seconds and then replied, "I think its coagulated chicken blood, sometimes you'll find a feather or two in it."

"Oh god, that's nasty! There's no way it will stay on the hook," sputtered Mitch.

Josh gave Mitch a look usually reserved for small children and quickly rigged Mitch's pole. Moving a handful of yards away, he baited his rod. Once both of them had successfully cast into the pool, they settled down to fish. The cool breeze under the filtered shade actually felt very good. Mitch was starting to doze off when a loud whine announced a strike on his line.

"Quick! Set the hook! Set the hook!" yelled Josh.

Mitch quickly flicked the top of the rod back and then started reeling in the fish. For once he was glad that Darrin tended to over think things, because this was no small fish and it was testing his equipment. With Josh standing beside him, he finally landed the fish. Mitch estimated it was easily five-pounds. Carefully avoiding the spines of the thrashing catfish, he picked it up. Mitch pried the hook out of its mouth and put it on the stringer. Turning back to Josh, he smiled and chuckled.

"I'm ahead. You better get fish'n", said Mitch.

The afternoon passed quickly after that, with Josh catching a fish almost as large and both of them missing many more bites. As the late afternoon heat slowed down the fishing, Mitch looked over at Josh.

"He'll be back you know. He's in love with you."

Josh glanced over at Mitch and sighed. "I know. I just miss him."

Mitch waited in the cicada serenaded atmosphere and then asked, "Do you miss him, or do you miss sex? There's a difference."

Josh turned quickly to Mitch, but paused when he saw that the older man was asking a serious question.

"Both I guess. I miss his company. He's got a few quirks," Josh chuckled softly, "But he's a nice guy."

"He loves you, Josh. I kinda like the kid, even if he did cause me a lot of heartburn and weeks of itching when he kissed Darrin. Let him down easy if he isn't the one," said Mitch in a carefully toned request. Mitch looked at Josh with a smile, "And we all have quirks. If you think you are going to find the perfect man, you are going to end up alone and bitter with 13 Pomeranians."

Josh chuckled and then let out a long sigh, "I know, I'm just not sure."

"It's ok. Just give yourself time. You'll know when it's the right guy."

"Did you know Darrin was the one from the beginning?" asked Josh.

Mitch chuckled, "I thought Darrin was hot from the first time I saw him. And he's such a great guy. But it took almost a year before we became a couple."

"Why?"

"A lot of reasons, most of which you probably don't want to hear," said Mitch with a chuckle. "But like all good things it took some time before I knew it was serious between us."

Josh nodded slightly and turned back to his fishing, thinking about their conversation. After a few minutes more, Mitch started reeling in his line.

"I think we're done. These two will be plenty of fish for tonight."

Josh nodded his agreement and quickly gathered up their gear, pulled the fish out of the creek and dropped them in a bucket of water to take to the house. The return trip was largely silent as both men thought about their conversation. Josh pulled in beside the barn and they quickly reduced the fish to a number of thick fillets. Leaving Mitch to clean up and stow their gear, Josh went into the kitchen and began supper. Mixing up the batch of hushpuppies, he soon had the fish breaded too and everything ready to begin making the meal. 

Darrin walked into the kitchen drying his hair just as the first fish fillet hit the hot oil. He tossed the towel back into the bedroom and moved to help Josh. Soon fish and hushpuppies were cooking as Darrin set the table for dinner. He walked back and leaned against the counter as he watched Josh cook. 

"How did you know you loved Mitch?" asked Josh seemingly out of the blue.

Darrin was taken aback for a few moments and then studied Josh, realizing it wasn't just a random question.

"I'm not sure when it moved to love, Josh. It wasn't like getting hit in the head with a frying pan. I thought he was amazingly good looking from the first time I met him, but it took some time before it became real love," Darrin said with a smile. 

"Mitch said it took a year for you to get together. How come?"

"Because I didn't know he was gay, mainly," said Darrin.

"How did you find out?" said Josh.

"He busted me staring at him after he had taken a shower," said Darrin with a smile.

"On no!" said Josh with a chuckle, "That's terrible."

"Well, I wouldn't really recommend it. But it worked out for us. Why all the curiosity?"

"Mitch asked me if I love Zach. I don't know how I feel about Zach. I really like him, and right now I really miss him. I love Zach, but I'm not sure I'm in love with him," said Josh with a little sadness.

Darrin draped his arm over Josh and pulled him tight, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Be patient. You'll figure it all out."

Josh nodded and then looked down. Realizing the food was close to burning, he quickly moved to save it. Soon he and Darrin had the table piled with food and Mitch came in to join them. Mitch regaled Darrin with stories of their fishing trip while Darrin laughed over Mitch's reaction to the bait they'd used.

After dinner, Josh was playing video games in his bedroom while Darrin and Mitch did the final cleaning on the kitchen. Darrin glanced at Mitch and then said softly, "Josh was asking how I knew I loved you."

"I thought he might. He talked a little to me about it too."

"Damn, I'm glad I'm not that age again," said Darrin.

"Me too!" agreed Mitch.



Darrin woke to a tray being slid over his waist as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Looking up with bleary eyes, he saw Mitch setting a breakfast tray across his lap. Darrin stared confused at the tray and then looked at Mitch's beaming face. He almost ruined it by asking what was the occasion, when his brain clicked and he realized that it was their anniversary. Smiling he pulled Mitch down and kissed him warmly. 

"Happy Anniversary, babe. This looks wonderful . . . who cooked it?" Darrin asked with a chuckle.

Mitch grinned at him, "Well, some of it I did fix. But most of it ether Josh cooked, or I bought already done."

"Ok, then it's safe to eat," said Darrin with a laugh. "Sit your ass down too. You're eating with me or I'll gain 10 pounds just from breakfast."

Mitch obliged him and sat on the edge of the bed. They talked about their day, and the previous year while they quietly ate their breakfast. Between the prairie fire, Josh's arrival, the accident, prom and graduation, they'd had enough drama to last for a long time. But neither of them really believed it would by-pass them. Once they had polished off the last food from the tray, Mitch picked it up to go back into the kitchen. He smiled at Darrin's nude form that was faintly outlined under the crisp white sheet. He paused long enough to wink at Darrin.

"Don't worry about getting dressed yet. I'll be right back," said Mitch with a smirk.

"Oh, really? And what makes you think I'll still be here," teased Darrin.

Mitch leaned in close and whispered, "Because I'm going to suck you dry."

Darrin lay back on the bed and stretched thinking of Mitch, his erection already tenting the sheet. Mitch was back shortly and stripped off the shorts he was wearing. Crawling into bed with Darrin, he lay on top of his husband and kissed him gently on the lips. 

"Happy Anniversary, babe. It has been a hell of a year, but I can't imagine spending it with anyone else but you," said Mitch softly.

Darrin rose, taking a quick kiss from Mitch and then smiling at him. "Nope, I can't either. Even if you are a crazy sumbitch some times."

Mitch pushed Darrin back and gently traced his fingers down Darrin's chest, "We'll see how crazy I am . . ." said Mitch with a grin.

Pressing his hand down, Mitch fastened his teeth over Darrin's lip and tugged on it before releasing it slowly. Pressing his lips hard against Darrin's, he opened his mouth slightly, letting his tongue flick out and taste his husband's lips. His hips were pressed against Darrin's as their slow movements sent delicious sensations through their bodies. Mitch turned his head and sent his tongue deep into Darrin's mouth. Quickly Darrin responded and the two tongues intertwined as their lovemaking progressed. The quiet pop of their saliva-coated lips as they glided over each other was a potent aphrodisiac to the pair. Mitch slowly separated their lips, then darted in for another kiss, another taste, as they shared their essence with each other. A thin strand of saliva extended from Darrin's lip to Mitch's, thinning and snapping as the air stirred. The two were the embodiment of masculine sex as their bodies shared pulses of passion. 

"Damn, you get me hot," said Mitch.

"Ah fuck, you always get to me. I still can't believe you're with me," said Darrin with a slight sigh.

"You're the one I need," said Mitch with a soft kiss. A smile flicked across his face and he added, "You complete me," in a high voice.

Darrin groaned and laughed, "Oh god, you're quoting Sid from Ice Age during sex. Our life has come down to this." Darrin threw his arm over his head in a dramatic motion. 

But the next sensation refocused Darrin on their lovemaking as Mitch took his cock to the root, and swallowed.

"Oh god, that feels so good."

Darrin watched as Mitch took his cock in again and again. His rough, unshaven face and long dark lashes still made Darrin's heart sing. The sensations coming from his dick were overwhelming, and when combined with the scene Darrin was living, the ecstasy was crackling through his system. Realizing what he wanted, he gently lifted Mitch from his throbbing cock.

"Turn, I want your cock too."

Mitch smiled and quickly moved on the bed so they were on their sides. Mitch slowly slid Darrin's cock back into his mouth as he felt Darrin's hot lips surround the head of his dick. Their heads slowly moved up and down each other's cock, their passion growing with each pass. Mitch let his fingers drift below Mitch's hard shaft, rolling his balls in his sack. With each pass of his fingers, he was rewarded with a spurt of precum. 

Mitch pushed Darrin's cock deep inside his throat. With a few adjustments, he had it buried to the pubs and was sliding his head up and down its length. Mitch let his fingers slide between Darrin's legs, burrowing until they found his puckered hole. Gently, he started rubbing his finger over it as his tongue circled Darrin's cockhead. The combination was overwhelming for Darrin's already charged system and his cock exploded.

"Oh, shit! Take it! Eat it all, babe!" yelled Darrin.

Mitch clamped his lips around his lovers shooting cock, taking each volley of cum and swallowing as fast as possible. The bittersweet flavor was a heady elixir for Mitch. Soon the torrent was reduced to a small dribble that Mitch licked from Darrin's cock. As he began to soften, Mitch sucked his cock back in his mouth and nursed it, draining it of every drop of semen. Darrin was panting and twitching as his cock was drained of the last of his essence. Lying on the bed, he quickly recovered and dove onto Mitch's cock like a starving man.

He lowered his head over Mitch's member until he could feel the soft tickle of hair against his lips. He slowly repeated the motion until he knew Mitch was at the brink. Clamping his mouth around Mitch's cockhead, he started jacking his cock. Darrin's hand was a blur on Mitch's shaft as he drilled his tongue into Mitch's slit. Mitch started bucking into his mouth, face-fucking Darrin as his orgasm began, his body shaking as cum filled Darrin's mouth. He could feel trails of jizz running down his cock as it escaped Darrin's lips. His hips convulsed as the last of his juice seeped from his cock. 

Darrin lifted Mitch's heavy cock and started licking it clean. Each escaped morsel of cum was sucked into his mouth. He greedily fed, gathering every fragment in his mouth. He pulled Mitch to him and kissed him hard, letting their cum combine as their tongues fought for dominance. The white cream flowed from one mouth to the other until it thinned to nothing. With a final hard kiss, Darrin pulled back slowly, letting a single translucent strand connect the two. He caressed Mitch's face gently and gave him a radiant smile.

"Happy Anniversary, lover," said Darrin softly.

Mitch kissed Darrin again and let his fingers trail across his hairy chest. "Happy Anniversary, babe. Just to let you know, this isn't the last of the celebration, I've got more planned."

"But . . . I thought we weren't doing anything for our anniversary?" said Darrin with a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, well. I decided we needed a little celebration. Nothing big, just some alone time with just you and I. I've already sent Josh off on errands."

Darrin laughed. "Thank god! I'm sure he would have heard us just now."

Mitch nodded and chuckled in agreement. Standing up, he grabbed the blankets and pulled them off Darrin. "Come on! You're burn'n daylight!" said Mitch with a chuckle. 

Darrin grumbled as he crawled out of their bed and followed Mitch into the bathroom. Soon they were in the shower together, relaxing under the spray. Mitch was feeling very boisterous and began singing one of the latest country hits, at the top of his voice, and off key. Darrin was soon laughing hysterically and cheered Mitch's final note.

Soon they had finished in the shower, were dressed and ready to begin the list of events that Mitch had planned, which started with stopping for pie at the café and getting hardy congratulations from Nina. 



Darrin watched as Mitch loaded the ATV with a picnic basket. He was actually somewhat impressed that it was really a picnic basket like he'd seen on television, not the normal plastic cooler they usually had. He wasn't sure what Mitch had planned, but he saw towels and a blanket, so he was certain it wasn't going to be a short event.

Once everything was stored to Mitch's satisfaction, they crawled onto the quad and Mitch took off with a shout and infectious laugh. Darrin was content to ride behind, with his arms wrapped around Mitch's waist. Soon Darrin realized they were going back to where they proposed to each other the year before. Mitch pulled up to the sandstone outcropping and dismounted from the 4-wheeler, pulling Darrin beside him. They stood arm in arm and watched the sun work its way across the azure afternoon sky, both wrapped in their memories of this spot.

"Any regrets?" asked Darrin quietly.

"Nope! Not a fuck'n one. How about you?" said Mitch.

"Nope, me neither," Darrin said and then turned with a smile and kissed Mitch, "Not a fuck'n one."

"Well this isn't where we're having our picnic. I just thought we should visit this place on our anniversary."

"I agree, babe," said Darrin.

When they turned to get back on the ATV, Mitch felt Darrin stiffen in his arms. "What's wrong, babe?" asked Mitch.

"Ah, you're going to make fun of me," said Darrin with a smile.

"Probably, but that's never stopped you before," replied Mitch with a grin.

"Well, see those," Darrin said pointing to a small cluster of flowers.

"Yeah . . ." said Mitch, "They're Blanket Flowers, what about 'em?"

"Well, there aren't any others in sight . . ."

"Nope, I don't see any," said Mitch, wondering where this was going.

"Well—"

"Oh for god's sake! Spit it out!" said Mitch with a roll of his eyes.

"Ok, well that's where we . . . unloaded. In that exact spot, and now there are flowers growing there, with no others like them in sight," explained Darrin in a rush of words.

"Babe, you're losing it. How could you possibly remember where exactly we jizzed, a year later."

"I'm telling you those flowers are where we shot. Planted our seed, so to speak."

Mitch moaned, rolled his eyes and remounted the quad. He listened to Darrin's explanation for the rest of the trip, with his responses mostly confined to grunts. While he didn't really think Darrin knew where they had ejaculated, Mitch did think it was fun that there were flowers on 'their' hill. As they moved next to the creek, Mitch pulled into the small grove of trees where he and Josh had gone fishing.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 07



"What'd you think?" asked Mitch.

"For the picnic?"

"Yeah."

"I think it's fan-fucking-tastic," said Darrin with a laugh.

"I think you've been hanging around college kids too long," said Mitch with a chuckle.

Mitch climbed off the ATV and started setting up their picnic. Unfurling the blanket, he made short work of setting out the food. He soon had a meal arranged that was more reminiscent of a day in Central Park than an evening on the Oklahoma plains. Darrin had to smile when Mitch struggled to open the bottle of red wine that he had brought. Lifting himself off the 4-wheeler, Darrin walked over and rescued the bottle from Mitch before he threw it into the creek. He gently worked the cork out with a satisfying pop and then sat down on the blanket. As he looked at the meal, Darrin started laughing. While most people would expect caviar and cheese with their wine, Mitch had filled the basket with all of Darrin's favorites, including fried baloney sandwiches and deviled eggs. Reaching over, he pulled Mitch to him and kissed him gently.

"This looks great, babe. All my favorites!" said Darrin.

"Good! I'm starving, so lets eat!" said Mitch with a grin.

Mitch filled a plate for Darrin and passed it to him. After filling his own plate, he settled in to enjoy the meal. They ate slowly, enjoying the slowly setting sun almost as much as the company. As they polished the last of the meal from their plates, Mitch pulled out a container and popped the lid. The aroma of chocolate drifted through the air, and Darrin suddenly had room for one more thing.

"Are those what I think they are?" asked Darrin.

"They're double chocolate fudge pecan brownies from the café. Is that what you were thinking?" asked Mitch with a chuckle.

"Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" said Darrin with sophomoric humor.

Mitch handed him the huge brownie and chuckled as Darrin moaned when he bit into it.

"Damn, these're good," said Darrin around a full mouth.

Mitch slowly ate his, laughing as Darrin begged for part of Mitch's brownie after he licked his fingers clean from inhaling his own brownie. Relenting, Mitch broke what remained of his brownie in half and shared with Darrin. He laughed at his husband when Darrin lay across his lap and sighed.

"Damn, I'm so full! I'm full as a tick!" said Darrin with a chuckle.

"My, isn't Mr. Professor full of homespun sayings tonight," said Mitch.

"Damn straight," said Darrin with a grin, "It's my anniversary and my husband packed us a wonderful picnic."

"Yup, I sure did," said Mitch as he caressed Darrin's face, "But I'm hot, and that water looks inviting."

Darrin rolled on his side and stared at the slowly running water with a groan. "Man, I think you're just trying to collect the life insurance when I sink to the bottom."

Mitch chuckled at Darrin's antics and sighed softly.

"What's up, babe?" asked Darrin.

"You know we still haven't done all the legal paperwork for ourselves."

Darrin inhaled deeply and then released it slowly, "I know, and I promise we will. But let's not talk about how to setup power of attorney and all that other shit today."

Mitch nodded and a smile slowly crept across his face. "Yeah, you're right. We'll take care of it. Before classes start, deal?"

"Yes, deal. And isn't it my job to worry? What's go'n on?" said Darrin.

"You're wearing off on me," said Mitch with a chuckle, "Now come on, let's get in that water."

Mitch pushed Darrin out of his lap, and into a comical roll that had Darrin looking back at him with a dramatically sad look on his face. He lay in place and watched as Mitch stripped, enjoying the view of his bare hairy ass as he walked into the creek. Darrin quickly followed suit and waded in behind him.

The pair relaxed in the water, floating on their backs as the sun turned the world around them a brilliant crimson. Darrin was floating in the cool water, his eyes closed as he recalled all the good things in his life. Opening to the sound of a nearby splash, he watched as Mitch dove and played in the water. At one point Mitch was underwater for what seemed to be a long time to Darrin, but he surfaced with a gasp with the explanation that he'd got a foot caught in a snag for a few seconds. 

Suddenly Mitch pulled Darrin under, water going up his nose as he flailed the water. When he broke the surface, he saw Mitch standing in shallower water, laughing uproariously.

"You asshole! I almost drowned!" screamed Darrin.

"You so did not almost drown. But it was fuck'n funny," said Mitch with a big grin on his face.

"Fucker! I'm gonna get you!" yelled Darrin.

Darrin launched himself at Mitch and soon the two were having a riot playing. The years melted away as they played with the exuberance of 12 year olds. As the light began fading to dusk, they dragged themselves out of the water and flopped onto the blanket. Breathing hard from their play, Darrin propped his head on Mitch's stomach.

"That was fun. This has been an amazing day, thank you," said Darrin softly.

Mitch turned his head to look at Darrin and smiled. "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it. You're too serious sometimes."

"I know, I'm a worry wart. You tell me all the time," said Darrin with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you are. But you're an incredibility sexy worry wart, so it all works out," said Mitch as he ran his fingers down Darrin's arm.

Darrin rolled onto his hands and knees and moved between Mitch's legs, spreading them wide. Without a word, he leaned down and sucked the head of Mitch's soft cock into his mouth and started nursing it. Mitch sighed, his eyes drifting shut as the wonderful sensations began pulsing through his body. Lightly resting his hands on Darrin's head, he slowly thrust into his hot mouth. With only a few strokes, his cock was rock hard and the gentle warmth of need had become a roaring fire. He felt Darrin drill his tongue into his slit for a several delightful minutes before pulling him up. Staring into Darrin's eyes, Mitch kissed him hard, getting the faint taste of his precum from the kiss. 

"I want your ass. I want to pound your ass," said Mitch with a voice filled with lust.

"Oh god, yes, please."

Mitch reached back into the basket and pulled out a small bottle of lube with a smile. Squirting it over himself, he slowly stroked his cock as he watched Darrin smear the lube over his ass. Soon Darrin was poised over him, heartbeats away from what he wanted. Then, with a sigh, Darrin let himself drop quickly, pressing downward without a pause until he felt his ass grind against Mitch's pubes. Resting for a few moments, he started gyrating his ass, feeling Mitch's thick cock scrape along his gut, creating an amazing feeling that coursed through his body.

Soon Darrin was riding Mitch with wild abandon. The thick column of flesh was again driving him wild with lust. But as he headed toward his climax, Darrin felt Mitch grip his hips, stopping him in mid thrust.

"Ah, ah! Let me go! Fuck, so close," gasped out Darrin.

"I want to fuck you hard," said Mitch with a growl, "Stand up."

Darrin scrambled to comply and soon found himself braced against the 4-wheeler as Mitch entered him with a hard shove. Darrin pressed his ass back as Mitch took what he wanted. The hard, fast rhythm was driving Darrin over the edge as their lovemaking reached a fever pitch. With a primal moan, Mitch pinned Darrin against him as his orgasm began. The splash of scalding cum in his gut was the final push for Darrin too. His cock began ribboning across the ground under him as their orgasms raced to completion. With a final shudder, the last cum dripped from Darrin's cock and landed in the pool that had formed on the ground. Darrin could again feel his racing heart and labored breath as Mitch's climax rolled to an end. With a final abortive thrust, Mitch gave Darrin the last of his seed. He collapsed across Darrin as his exhausted body struggled for recovery. As he slowly recouped, he turned his head and planted a gentle kiss on Darrin's neck.

"That was amazing, babe," said Mitch.

"Oh, hell yes. I don't think I'll be able to walk right for a week though," said Darrin with a smile.

"Whatda ya say to another little swim, to clean up?" asked Mitch.

"Good plan," said Darrin. Pushing off, Mitch's soft cock slipped out of Darrin and some of his load followed, adding itself to the pool already on the ground. They slowly made their way to the water in the now dim light and eased into its depths. 

Mitch gave Darrin a soft kiss as they enjoyed themselves. "Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you realize what just happened?" asked Mitch.

"You mean other than you pleasuring me in an outstanding manner?" said Darrin with a chuckle.

"Yeah, beside that," said Mitch with a laugh, then continued with a serious tone, "You didn't have a flash back."

Darrin hesitated for a second, letting the information sink in. "You're right. I was just thinking about us, and how much I love you."

Darrin pulled Mitch to him and kissed him again. "Apparently the love of a good man is the cure for all my troubles."

Mitch laughed and pulled Darrin tight against him. "That's good to hear, babe. Very good to hear."



"Remind me again why we are up at the butt crack of dawn," said Darrin.

"Because Doug is working his calves today and needs some help," replied Mitch.

"It's so fuck'n early the cows won't even be up," complained Darrin.

Mitch smiled at Darrin's bellyaching, but kept silent. When he walked out of the room to get his boots, Darrin was still grumbling about the early time. Personally, Mitch would just as soon start early and miss some of the Oklahoma heat. As he was pulling on his boots, Darrin stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a pop from the refrigerator to get some much-needed caffeine in his system. After a few gulping swallows, he staggered over to Mitch.

"You look like you have a hangover," said Mitch as he chuckled.

Darrin laughed softly and gave Mitch a small grin, "No, I don't have a headache or feel like puking. I'll wake up before we get there."

Darrin paused for a minute and gave Mitch a serious look, "Mitch, what about Doug's mother. We didn't exactly part on good terms last time."

"Doug asked us for help, so I'm hoping she either won't be there, or that she has somehow changed."

Darrin shrugged as he sat down to pull on his boots. "Ok, well so long as Doug asked us." He paused for a minute as a thought came to him and turned to Mitch, "Hey, Doug doesn't have Brahmans does he?"

"No, he has Beefmaster," said Mitch with a smile, "Bang on Josh's door why don't ya. We need to get going."

A few minutes later they had all piled into the pickup and were on their way to the neighbors. Josh was in the back seat, already asleep during the short ride, and Darrin was looking out the window at the grey pre-dawn landscape. 

They pulled up to the corral, along with several other trucks, and looked at the pens of cattle. They sat in the pickup for a few moments and watched the herd of cattle mill in front of them. After a particularly large bull walked the fence in front of them, Darrin turned to Mitch.

"Let me guess. Beefmaster are part Brahman too . . ." said Darrin with a frown.

"Maybe . . ." replied Mitch with a grin.

"Asshole."

Mitch chuckled and reached back and woke Josh. Climbing out of the pickup, they walked over and listened to the plans for the day. Soon they were spread out as the crew began working cattle. Darrin was operating one of the head gates and was getting better at using the mechanism, after he let the first calf escape through the gate -- to his chagrin and the entertainment of everyone around him. He noticed when they were castrating calves that the testicles were carefully being tossed into an iced container. Darrin was curious why, and finally asked one of the people he was working with.

"Levi, what are you doing with the calf nuts?"

"Oh, that's dinner! Calf fries," said Levi.

Darrin turned a little green, but managed to keep down his breakfast. He firmly decided that whenever supper came, he wasn't hungry. Settling back into their work, they steadily processed calf after calf. Darrin's stomach was starting to grumble when he heard a triangle ring. Looking around, he followed the rest of his crew to find himself in line for lunch. As he walked up, he saw that Doug's mother was passing out the sandwiches, and her lips tightened slightly as she handed Darrin his lunch, but she said nothing. He scanned the groups until he saw Mitch and Josh and walked over to join them. Settling down, he took a bite of his sandwich and smiled, egg salad was another old favorite. Washing down the sandwich with an ice-cold pop, he turned to the other two.

"Do you have any idea what they are feeding us for supper?" asked Darrin.

"Calf fries," came the simultaneous reply.

"And you're ok with this?"

"Yeah, they're good," said Josh.

Mitch nodded his agreement as he took another bite of sandwich.

"Barbarians, I'm surrounded by barbarians," said Darrin in mock disgust.

They soon finished their lunch and were back at work. Darrin helped out in several locations in the afternoon, but he was glad they finished before the heat became unbearable. He and Mitch were loading into their pickup when they saw Doug walking over.

"You guys are coming to the calf fry aren't ya?" asked Doug, "We're at the lake so we can go swimming and cool off."

Mitch nodded, "Yeah, we're coming. Should be there in about an hour, unless you don't want us to have suits."

Doug laughed and slapped Mitch on the shoulder as Josh walked up. Turning to look at Josh, he was still chuckling, "These two are such cards, can you imagine swimming without a suit? Lordie, just cracks me up."

Josh smiled weakly, since he and Zach had been skinny dipping several times and wondered what everyone would think if they knew. But Josh climbed into the pickup and rode silently back to their house.

Shortly before the appointed time, they were pulling through the gate to the local lake. Mitch thought 'lake' was a generous description. But it was wet and cool, both great things today. They helped setup for the get-together, which didn't take long with everyone pitching in, and then headed for the water. Soon almost everyone was swimming or just soaking in water. Darrin and Mitch watched from the side at the roughhousing, which included Josh. Darrin and Mitch enjoyed the spectacle, but had no interest in joining in. The sun and water were starting to relax them when they heard someone yell.

"Hey! Where's Doug?"

There was an immediate swarm of activity to find him as Mitch and Darrin hurried closer. Mitch spotted a tell-tail stump barely visible above the waterline and remembered his incident with the snag. He immediately dove and started feeling for Doug in the murky water. A few others realized what he was doing and rushed to help. As he was running out of air on his third dive, Mitch felt fabric slide across his fingertips. Kicking up to the surface, he inhaled quickly and then shouted.

"Here! I found him!"

And with that he did a quick dive and found Doug again. Grabbing an arm, he tugged several times, to no avail. Knowing he was running out of time, Mitch ran his hands along Doug and realized his trunks were tangled in the branches. He yanked on them, and felt them rip slightly. With another powerful tug, Doug floated free. Mitch grabbed his arm and pulled him to the surface. As their heads broke the surface, people surrounded them to help. Doug was on the beach in short order, but he had not started breathing. Mitch was beginning to panic, hoping someone knew how to do CPR, when he looked up to see Darrin charging through the crowd with a look of determination on his face. He quickly took control, to everyone's relief.

Mitch watched Darrin go through the CPR steps with quick, quiet efficiency. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for Mitch, but in a handful of seconds, Doug started to cough. Darrin rolled him to his side as he coughed out the water and waited quietly for his breathing to return to normal. By the time the sheriff and ambulance arrived, Doug was sitting up and breathing in ragged gasps. Darrin moved back as the EMT took over, giving Doug oxygen and checking for signs of anything more serious. Realizing what he had done, Darrin moved away from the crowd and sat down, trying to collect himself. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see Mitch beaming at him.

"And, that's why I love you," said Mitch softly.

Darrin shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know what came over me. I just took over."

"Darn good thing you did too." They heard from their side and glanced up to see Sheriff White Cloud coming to them.

"Is Doug ok?" asked Darrin.

"He's fine. Thanks to you," said the sheriff.

"Oh thank god," said Darrin with relief.

"I keep telling everybody, two-spirits are a good thing. And you boys keep proving me right," said Sheriff White Cloud with a chuckle. "Now if you don't mind a few questions, I can wrap this up."

Mitch helped Darrin up, and they told the sheriff everything they could remember about the accident. As they were wrapping up, Darrin looked over to see Doug's mother stalking toward them. Mitch and Darrin watched in silent trepidation as she covered the space between them and stopped. Looking at each of them and meeting their eyes, tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"You saved my boy, and I treated you both so horribly. The EMT said another minute and he would have died. Oh god, I can't tell you how thankful I am for the two of you," she said while Darrin and Mitch stared at her with open mouths. They stood in shock as she gave each of them a kiss and then wrapped her arms around them both and held them tight for several minutes. Finally releasing them, the tears had slowed but she wasn't finished.

"I'm so glad you boys are here. I think Josh can learn a lot from you. If you boys ever need anything, anything, you just let Ann know." She chuckled a little, "I'm Ann."

Mitch nodded as Darrin tried several times to speak. Finally starting he said, "Ann, Doug is a good person. We like him. We're both really glad he's going to be ok."

She squeezed them both again and then walked back to where the EMT was wrapping up things with her son. The pair turned back to the sheriff with stunned looks on their faces. Jim laughed softly at their perplexed looks.

"Boys, I do believe Mizz Parker has had a come to Jesus meeting," said the sheriff with a smile.

"But people don't change their minds that fast, they just don't," stammered Darrin.

"You saved her son, after she tried to run you off. She's a smart lady, she connected the dots real quick."

"Damn . . ." said Mitch softly.

Sheriff White Cloud chuckled, "I still wouldn't cuss around her. She's a tough woman and she doesn't hold with cuss'n."

"Ok, good to know," said Mitch almost in a whisper.

They talked quietly for a few more minutes before the sheriff left. Soon the ambulance was also gone and things had settled back to something approaching normal. They saw Doug sitting with his mother hovering over him and walked over to see how he was. Looking up as they walked closer, Doug smiled at them.

"My saviors. Man, I'm glad you guys were here."

"We're just glad you're ok, Doug. You feeling alright?" Darrin asked.

"All things considered, I feel great. They said to take it easy for a few days, and they told that to my mother. So I doubt I'll be doing anything for awhile."

They talked with Doug for a little while longer, and then left him to find Josh. After a few minutes, they found him helping cook supper. Knowing he would be busy for quite some time, they wandered back to their chairs, sat down and sipped their beers as they quietly talked about the day. The next thing they knew, Ann appeared with plates piled high with food. 




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 07



Accepting the food with good-natured smiles, they dug into the meal, discovering, to their surprise, that they were starved. Darrin particularly enjoyed the small pieces of chicken fried steak that she had piled on their plates. Almost the second they finished, she was back with more, this time the plates were filled with desserts. Both ate until they were about to burst and then leaned back groaning. Josh walked up, eating the last morsels from his plate. He saw the empty plates and looked back at Darrin with a smile.

"So, whatcha think of the calf fries?"

"I didn't have any. I told you I wouldn't eat em."

Mitch leaned forward with a crazy grin, "Babe, those little pieces of chicken fry that you had about 20 of, those were calf fries."

"Oh god!" Darrin said and grabbed his mouth as his meal churned in his stomach and the other two laughed until they were gasping for air.



Darrin and Mitch ambled out of their room, to find breakfast on the table and Josh sitting on the counter smiling. They looked at each other and shrugged as they looked over the meal. Josh had made every possible combination of food that either of them might want, in quantities capable of feeding a high school football team. Darrin finally turned to Josh with a stifled yawn.

"What's going on, Josh?"

"Happy Fathers Day!" shouted Josh.

"Holy crap," muttered Mitch.

"Come on, sit down," said Josh with a huge grin plastered across his face.

Darrin and Mitch drifted to their chairs and as soon as they sat down, Josh started filling their plates. He had made all their favorites, and once they got started it was an amazing meal. As their stomachs started complaining about the quantity of food, they slowed, and finally stopped.

"Sorry Josh. But I can't eat another bite," said Darrin with a moan.

"Me too," said Mitch, "I'm stuffed."

"It's ok. I knew there would be leftovers. I just wanted to make it a really great meal," replied Josh.

"Well it was fantastic," said Darrin, "Thanks for the father's day present."

"Oh, no. This wasn't the present," said Josh. 

He quickly ran into his room, returning with two small boxes. Handing one to each of them, he stood smiling and motioned for them to open the gifts. Both men slowly opened the packages to find hand beaded key chains, one for each of them. They looked at them carefully, marveling at the detail and craftsmanship. Finally Mitch looked over at Josh.

"These were too expensive. You needed to save your money for books for college."

"Oh no, I made these. The sheriff's grandmother helped me. She's one of the best in the country," explained Josh.

Josh waited while they looked over the gifts. Then, almost ready to explode, he began.

"See the two thunderbirds? That's you two. Sheriff White Cloud said there's no symbol for two-spirit, so we decided that two thunderbirds would be good." Josh chuckled a little and smiled at Mitch, "I thought about using two penis', but the sheriff said he didn't think that would be a good idea."

Darrin groaned at the idea of carrying around a keychain that had cocks on it. He looked over at Mitch who was chuckling softly.

"That's your fault. You have been a very bad influence on this boy," scolded Darrin.

Of course, that only served to send the two of them into giggling fits until Darrin finally threw up his hands in defeat. Turning back to examine his gift, he began turning the round piece of beadwork between his fingers, marveling at the amount of work that Josh put into the two gifts. He reached up and grabbed Josh's shoulder and squeezed it.

"Thanks, Josh. These are wonderful. You put in a lot of work and we love them."

"Yeah, they really are Josh," said Mitch in agreement.

"Well, enjoy your day. Tonight I'm cooking supper, and I'll take care of everything," said Josh.

Darrin and Mitch looked at each other, and shrugged. Josh's cooking couldn't be any worse than Mitch's, and they had survived it. With a chuckle and a nod, they committed themselves to Josh's cooking for dinner.



Josh was pacing and anxious, and it was starting to wear off on Mitch. Finally, when Josh had accidentally kicked his foot for the fifth time, Mitch spoke up.

"Sit down, Josh. Or I'm going to get a rope from the barn and tie you up," said Mitch, only half kidding.

Josh flopped bonelessly on the couch and looked at Mitch. "When's he going to get here? Zach is never late! He gets us to the movie before they even start the previews."

"It'll be fine. He has a cell phone if something happens," said Darrin as he tried to calm Josh down. But another 15 minutes passed without Zach showing up and Josh was becoming frantic. Heading for the door to search for Zach, he stopped at the doorway when he saw the little silver Prius pulling into the driveway. With a sigh of relief from everyone, Josh ran to the car.

Zach was out just as quick and they grabbed each other in a tight embrace. Josh planted a kiss on Zach's forehead and held him tight.

"I was getting worried. You said you'd be here hours ago," said Josh.

"I know, I know. I had a flat, and it took forever to get it someone out to change it," said Zach with a sigh.

Josh started laughing, "You don't know how to change your own flat?"

"No, it's not easy with this dinky car," said Zach, looking a little affronted,

Josh realized he was upsetting Zach and stopped his questioning. With one last squeeze, he turned and walked Zach to the house with one arm draped over his shoulders. As they rounded the corner into the living room, Mitch and Darrin looked up and smiled. After a few minutes of small talk between the four of them, Darrin nudged Mitch with his elbow.

"You ready to go?" asked Darrin.

"Yeah, I'm ready," said Mitch.

"Where are you going?" asked Josh.

"We thought we'd try the new rib joint in Lawton. Maybe catch a movie later. It'll probably be late when we get back," explained Darrin.

With a poorly concealed look of joy, Josh acknowledged the information. "Ok, well have a great time. I think we'll just chillax around here."

"Chillax?" questioned Mitch.

"Yeah, you know. Chill out and relax, chillax," explained Josh.

"Oh god, I suddenly feel old," said Mitch.

The two older men left to get ready and were soon getting into the pickup. They saw two silhouettes standing at the window as they left. As they pulled out of the driveway, Darrin settled back against the seat.

"Is there really a new rib joint?" asked Mitch.

"No fuck'n idea. But now we have an evening to kill," said Darrin with a chuckle.

"Very nice of us if you asked me."

Josh and Zach watched out the window until the taillights of the pickup disappeared. Josh let the curtain drop and took Zach in his arms. Pulling him tight against him, he kissed the smaller man gently. 

"I missed you," said Josh gently.

"I missed you too," said Zach, already breathing hard from their contact.

"I thought we might do something a little different tonight . . ." said Josh with a smile.

Zach grinned broadly. "And what did you have in mind? Something to do with my ass I hope."

Josh chuckled, "More like something to do with my ass. I thought you might like to top me tonight."

"Oh. Ok. But you know I haven't done that before. I'm not sure how it'll go, Josh," said Zach as he bit on his lip.

"It'll be amazing. Come on," said Josh as he wrapped his arms around Zach. Slowly they made their way to the bedroom with Josh kissing him gently and stroking his body as they went. Once they made their way to the room, Josh pulled the smaller boy with him as they fell into the bed. Their lips pressed hard together as they frantically tried to make up for their time apart. Josh ran his tongue up Zach's face, tasting cologne and boy as he did. Zach chuckled and wiped off the wet stripe with his hand, then started tugging Josh's shirt over his head. Diving in, he nursed first on one nipple and then the other, noticing a few short hairs had begun growing between Josh's pecs. Panting with building desire, Zach looked up at Josh and smiled.

"Maybe I do want to fuck you. Maybe I want to fuck your tight hole hard," said Zach in a hormone-laced voice.

To Zach's shock, Josh jumped off the bed and frantically stripped, quickly throwing clothes off and then climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his hands and knees. Panting slightly, he looked at Zach.

"Oh hell yes," said Josh with a moan, "Get me ready, Zach."

Remembering how Josh had prepared him, Zach leaned in to Josh's exposed pucker. Moving cautiously and with much hesitancy, he slid in close to Josh's butt and inhaled. But in spite of his misgivings, all he experienced was the light smell of Josh's body wash. Steeling himself for a task he felt obligated to do, he gently dripped his tongue into the exposed folds of Josh's ass.

"Oh shit!" yelled Josh, "Fuck! That's feels fuck'n amazing! More, do more," begged Josh.

Zach slowly traced his tongue around the tight hole under his lips, amazed at Josh's response. His rimming slowly became more enthusiastic as his own sexual frenzy built. Soon he was prying Josh's ass open and wriggling his tongue over Josh's loosening hole. Josh was panting and pressing his hips back toward the pleasure Zach was giving him. Moaning louder with each passing moment, Josh was soon ready for more.

"Fuck me, Zach! God I need it."

Zach hesitated a second before grabbing the lube from Josh's dresser. He snapped open the bottle and held it above Josh's crack, letting the viscous liquid slowly drip into his crack. Josh sighed as the cool gel slowly traced its way down his crack. Its incrementally slow travel was driving Josh mad with desire. Each millimeter of skin it moved across added to his euphoric state. When it finally reached his convulsing hole, Josh's body was awash with pulsing signals of pleasure.

"Oh god, Zach. Fuck me already, fuck."

Zach smiled that his big, country boyfriend was reduced to begging him for release. Zach squeezed more lube over his fingers and then reached forward and rubbed them over Josh's ass. He pressed his slick middle finger against Josh's hole and rubbed it slowly, teasing Josh. Josh's escalating movements mesmerized Zach as he ratcheted up Josh's level of lust. Finally Josh screamed in frustration.

"Oh damn it! Put it in me!"

Zach almost giggled and then slowly pressed his finger inside. The tight heat made Zach need more and soon he had two slender fingers pushing in and out of Josh's ass. Josh was gasping for air, begging for more as he kept trying to ram himself back on Zach's fingers. Zach paused, letting his digits be expelled. Josh let out a huge sigh of disappointment and looked back.

"Come on, man! Stop teasing! Damn, you have me so amped!"

"Hang on! I'm just needing a little more go juice," said Zach with a chuckle.

Coating his hand with lube, Zach brought three fingers to bear against Josh's hole and they slid in slowly. Air hissed from between Josh's teeth as the sharp pain of penetration shot through him. But Zach paused, caressing his ass until the pain dulled, then gently working in further. Slowly, ever so slowly, Zach opened Josh tenderly so he could enjoy what was coming next. Eventually Josh had stretched to accommodate the intrusion, and was experiencing only pleasure again. The room was drowning in the sounds of passionate lovemaking as the pair experienced this new part of their relationship. Zach could see strings of precum spinning from Josh's cock, and knew he was ready.

Zach's fingers slipped out and he grabbed a condom from the stash beside Josh's bed. Looking at the wrapper he had a moment of anxiety when he realized they were magnum size.

"Josh, these are too big for me. They'll fall off!" said Zach with a little panic in his voice.

Josh waved to the bathroom and made incomprehensible noises. Zach cocked his eyebrow at his sex-inebriated boyfriend, and them walked quickly into the bathroom. On the sink was a line of condoms, normal sized condoms.

With a sigh of relief, Zach grabbed a couple and moved back to the bed. Ripping one open, he unrolled it down his cock, this time not having difficulty. He paused for a second, then put on a second rubber, hoping he would last longer. Once it was double coated, Zach generously covered his pecker with lube. He lay on the bed beside Josh, reaching up to gently rub Josh's nipple.

"Sit on it Josh, like you had me do. It does make it easier the first time," instructed Zach.

Josh nodded and moved over Zach, his body shaking with his need. He felt Zach's hand slide between them and guide his cock to Josh's hole. Josh felt Zach's rock hard cock kiss his ass and slowly pushed down. He braced for the pain that never materialized as he steadily took more and more of his boyfriend into his gut. As Josh felt the delicious feeling of Zach's cock sliding over his prostate, he experienced the wonderful texture of Zach's pubic hair caressing his ass. Josh pressed himself down, feeling only amazing pleasure as he slowly started rotating his hips, causing electrical charges to course through his body. This was so much better than anything Tony was ever able to do. Zach certainly wasn't hung, but he wanted Josh to enjoy it, that was the difference.

"Oh fuck, Zach. You feel so amazing! Damn! I can't believe how good this is," said Josh in a soft moan.

Zach ran his hands over Josh's torso, tweaking his nipples as he began pumping up and down on Zach's cock. Josh was overwhelmed with the sensations coming from his ass, never wanting it to stop. Soon Josh was pounding himself on Zach's cock, ramming across his prostate with each thrust. He soon felt that familiar feeling deep inside him, only much stronger than ever before. Then a tsunami wave of desire hit him and with a guttural scream, Josh buried Zach's cock inside his gut and his cock began shooting. The jets of cum sprayed them as his orgasm overtook him. Cum erupted again and again from his trembling body. But eventually even Josh's substantial stores of semen were expended. With a final sigh of pleasure, he collapsed on top of Zach, pinning him.

"Hey! Trapped boyfriend!" said Zach with a squeal.

Josh laughed and lifted himself up, still gasping for air. "Sorry, babe. But damn that was good, it took everything out of me."

"Well . . ." said Zach as he thrust his throbbing cock inside Josh.

Josh chuckled and kissed him. Lifting his body off Zach, he lay on the bed face down and wiggled his ass at Zach. "Come on, babe. Fuck my ass, be my top."

Zach looked at Josh for a heartbeat, and then lust won over and he moved between Josh's legs. Knowing there was no reason to hesitate, he rammed his cock into Josh and started pounding his ass. Soon the room was reverberating with the sounds of heavy breathing, and the slapping sound of hard sex. The double condom gave Zach a level of control he'd never had before, and he used it as he screwed Josh. Josh's moans and cries of delight had reached a fever pitch by the time Zach felt his climax building. Redoubling his efforts, Zach was slamming into Josh, his body tied in knots as he went over the edge. 

"Uh! Uh! Uuuhh! Fuck!" screamed Zach as he released his torrent into the condoms. His entire body convulsed as his cream poured out. His eyes rolled back as the natural ecstasy over came Zach's body. As the final wave crested and began to recede, his cock slithered out of Josh's well fucked orifice.

Josh immediately flipped to his back, grabbed his again hard cock and stroked it furiously. Zach smiled and rubbed his fingers across Josh's perineum, spurring him onward. With a few last panted breaths, Josh crested again as cum oozed from his cock. The grunts of pleasure echoed in the small room as Josh came again. With a final flick of his hand, the glob flew off and hit the floor, causing Josh to chuckle softly, only dimly aware that Zach had eased himself off the bed.

"At some point, I'll have to clean that up," said Josh with a satisfied groan.

"I got it," said Zach as he came back from the bathroom. He cleaned Josh carefully, and then scrubbed the spot from the carpet while Josh watched with a smile. Finishing in the bathroom, he crawled back into bed with Josh and kissed him softly.

"Thank you, babe. That was amazing. Fucking you was, mind blowing!" said Zach as his eyes glazed over.

"It was amazing, wonderful, stupendous, and any other positive adjective you want to use," said Josh with a chuckle.

Josh pulled Zach close to him to rest for just a second before getting dressed, but shortly they were sound asleep.



Darrin pulled the door shut quietly and then shook his head. "I know they're having sex, but I don't need to see the evidence every time. You should talk to him about closing his door."

"Me? When did Josh become mine?" asked Mitch.

Darrin chuckled, "When you became his daddy."

"Ick, ick, no, no. Don't use daddy, please. Father, father is ok. But not daddy. I'm most definitely not Josh's daddy," said Mitch as he went off on a rant. "I don't even want to be your daddy! No. Ick."

He ran down the hallway to catch his retreating husband, who was laughing hysterically.



Darrin pulled up to their house after a long day of dealing with students and faculty. For one of the few times since they had moved here, the house did not look inviting. Mitch had been in a progressively fouler mood lately, but didn't want to talk to Darrin about it. Sighing to himself, he gathered up his bag and walked in the house with no small amount of apprehension. Darrin dropped his stuff in the kitchen and rounded the corner to see Mitch sitting on the couch glaring at him.

"Where have you been? You're late!" said Mitch.

Darrin looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "I'm only about 30 minutes late, Mitch. Emma wanted to talk about the grant." 

Darrin walked over and set opposite his husband and looked at him.

"So, what's crawled up your ass? I know you aren't really upset about me being home 30 minutes late," said Darrin.

"What the fuck! Now you can read my goddamn mind. The fuck'n college professor can read the dumb ole redneck. Damn, ain't that fuck'n fantastic."

Darrin reached out and gently put his hand on Mitch's knee. "Babe, what is it. This isn't like you."

Mitch glared at him for a few minutes, then went to the kitchen and came back with a beer. He sat down across from Darrin, his leg bouncing in nervous agitation as Darrin quietly waited for him to respond. The tableau stretched on for several long minutes while Mitch drained the bottle. Banging the empty on the table, Mitch moved to stand in the window, looking over their ranch. Darrin moved behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Still in silence, he leaned in and gave Mitch a soft kiss on the cheek. With a sigh, Mitch finally relaxed in his arms.

"Damn, this is so stupid," said Mitch quietly.

"What's stupid, babe?"

"This is going to sound like some bored housewife. I do not want to sound like that."

"Ok, I'm sure it won't," said Darrin.

Mitch chuckled, "Oh? You think so? Well here ya go then, I'm bored. I don't feel like there is much going on here and you and Josh are out doing things. And it's pissing me off. So there," said Mitch as he turned to Darrin.

"Ok, well maybe a little like a bored housewife," said Darrin with a chuckle. "But mostly like someone who isn't dealing as well with a bunch of changes."

"Fine, be all rational about it," said Mitch with a smile.

Darrin laughed, "Oh yeah, I'm so rational. But I do have an idea to get both of us to relax."

"What's that, babe?" asked Mitch.

"Lets go riding for a little while. We haven't done that since your accident."

Mitch paused for a few moments and then nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. You get changed and I'll saddle the horses."




Maverick Cattle Company 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. 



Darrin watched Mitch throw his leg over the horse's neck and then dismount with a jump. He stalked to the visitor, tensed in the manner of an alpha protecting its lair. Darrin swung his leg off Lady and dismounted, following Mitch up the short expanse of driveway to the waiting pair. Mitch stopped out of reach, folded his arms across his chest and glared at the man.

"Why are you here, Steve? What'd you want?" said Mitch through clenched teeth.

"Well I was just coming through this part of the country and thought I'd stop in and see how my little buddy was doing. Your momma and daddy are so proud of their baby boy that everyone knows about you and your Oklahoma ranch," said Steve with a lecherous grin.

"I'm fine. You can go now," Mitch snapped.

Steve casually moved closer to Josh and laid his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

Mitch almost exploded with anger as he lunged forward. The older man stepped back, with a look of surprise on his face. Then, with a predatory look, he smiled at Mitch. "My, the little bitch has grown some teeth!"

"Get out," said Darrin. "No one talks to my husband like that!"

Steve ignored Darrin, reaching up and running a finger along Mitch's jaw. Mitch immediately knocked it away, but Darrin could see a multitude of emotions warring through his face. Darrin turned to the interloper, his protective instincts changing him into a dangerous adversary.

"Leave. Now. Or I won't be responsible for what happens to you."

Steve laughed, a sadistic chuckle that traveled through Darrin's marrow. But before he could move, they heard the sound of a rifle bolt being slammed shut. Turning, he saw Josh standing on the porch with Mitch's rifle in hand. The look of anger and determination on Josh's face concerned Darrin. 

"Get in your car and leave, before you can't leave," said Josh with an iron hard voice.

"Sonny, you ain't got the balls to shoot me. But I was about ready to leave anyhow. I'll be back though. I want to see my little cock-sucking bitch again before I leave town," sneered the intruder.

All three men watched as the demonic creature strolled across the lawn and climbed in his car. Once the dust settled, Josh expelled his held breath and began shaking. Mitch walked over and took the gun from him, patting his back as he did.

"Josh, you could have gotten hurt. Why did you grab the gun?" asked Darrin.

"He was creepy, before you got here. It was slimy to talk to him. When he put his hand on my shoulder, it made my skin crawl. I can't really explain it. It was like he wanted to—"

"Yes, that's exactly what he wanted to do," said Mitch with a sigh. "I think we need to go inside. I think ya'll deserve an explanation."

They moved into the house, Mitch unloaded the rifle and put it back in the bedroom. Coming out with the single 30-06 cartridge from the rifles breech, he sat on the chair across from Darrin and tossed the bullet back and forth for several minutes as he collected his thoughts. Darrin watched Mitch closely, instinctively knowing that this intruder was the mysterious problem that Mitch had never been willing to talk about. Finally, after several long minutes, Mitch sighed and laid the shell on the table in front of him. Taking a deep breath, with his eyes locked on the floor, he began.

"I was 12 the first time. I'd just hit puberty a few months before. Steve somehow knew my parents. 'Uncle Steve'." Mitch let out a bitter laugh. "He had always been a big toucher. But it got worse as I got older. He'd stroke the inside of my thigh. Of course I was one big hormone dump, so I let him. I might have tried to stop him a time to two, but mostly I let it happen."

Darrin started to speak, but Mitch lifted his eyes and shook his head. "Darrin, let me finish, or I never will. There's a lot of baggage with this." Mitch took another breath and continued. "Anyway, eventually he was rubbing my crotch. Pretty soon he had his hand in my pants and I liked it. The first time I ever . . . ejaculated, he was stroking me."

Darrin moved to sit beside Mitch, wrapping his arms around his chest and held him softly. Mitch hugged him back and gave a small ghost of a smile. "It's ok, babe. I know up here it wasn't my fault." Mitch pointed to his head. "But it still feels like it was my fault, that I should have done something to stop it. I've moved on, it's just hard to get rid of that image.

Anyway, eventually we moved to oral sex. Mostly me on my knees, and then I'd get a handjob afterwards. Steve would threaten to tell everyone that I was sucking his cock if I stopped. Sometimes it was only a couple of times a month, sometimes it was a couple of times a week. But after he seduced me that first time, it was pretty much the same. He also liked to call me bitch and his little boy cunt. I hated that, even then.

He's also the reason I didn't have a prom. I was going and had rented a tux and everything. But then he called. Wanted me swinging on his dick he said. He always had me swallow, always. But this time he pulled out and shot all over my tux. I couldn't go, there was no way. Not after that."

Darrin rubbed Mitch's back, at a loss as to what to do. Both of them looked up in surprise as Josh began to speak. "He was molesting you. He isn't an ex-boyfriend, he's a child molester. It wasn't your fault. You were just a little kid, and he talked you into it. It shouldn't have happened. I wish there was something I could do to help, Mitch."

Mitch gave Josh a lopsided smile. "Thanks Josh. I probably shouldn't even be telling you this. It doesn't make me look too good, I know. And here you thought I had it all together."

"When did it stop, babe?" asked Darrin.

"Senior year in high school, I came out. Then he didn't have a threat over me. But it took a long time to get over it." Mitch looked at Darrin and smiled. "Actually I'd say you had a lot to do with me getting over it."

"Me? But that was just a few years ago," said Darrin.

"Yeah, I know," replied Mitch.

"That's terrible, Mitch. I wish I'd shot the little SOB now," said Josh with a look of hatred frozen on his face.

Mitch looked at Josh for several minutes, seeing how the emotions were tearing him apart. "Josh, look. What he did was wrong. I really do know that. Guilt comes with what happened, but you're right. A guy in his 30's shouldn't be doing what Steve did to me when I was 12. But now it's up to me. I can either let him win, or I can heal myself. For some people that means professional help, but I think I'm doing ok. No nightmares, no commitment issues." Mitch smiled at Darrin and gave him a quick kiss. "Today just caught me by surprise. But I still wouldn't turn my back on him. He's a snake, one that hides, waits, and then strikes when you get close. Actually he's an insult to snakes, he's a Navajo skinwalker, he's just doing evil shit on his way to becoming clizyati, He likes to hurt people and it's only going to get worse."

Darrin frowned slightly. "Clizyati?"

"Yeah, means 'pure evil'," said Mitch.

Josh nodded and started to speak, then stopped. Mitch waited for several minutes while Josh seemed to fight with himself, as it became evident that he wasn't going to ask his question, Mitch prompted him. "What's bothering you, Josh? Just ask, it's ok."

"Well, I don't want to ask something that might hurt you. But, as you got older, you're bigger than him. Why didn't you . . ." Josh looked away, embarrassed at the implications of his question.

"Josh," started Mitch, "I guess it's like working cattle. Once you get your bluff in on them while they're small, even when they can run over your ass they won't because they still think they're that 70 pound calf. So I guess I was the 70 pound calf. 

Of course, the blackmail made it easier for him. Once he didn't have that to hold over me, I gradually escaped his influence. But it still is around and comes out sometimes." Mitch looked at Darrin. "Like when the lawyer guy came on to you. That fired up all kinds of bad memories."

Darrin nodded and let out a sigh. "I can see that. What a horrible thing to do to someone. He must be one sick bastard."

"He is, he really is."



Everyone slowly relaxed when Steve didn't reappear the next day. After a few more days, Mitch decided he must have gone back to Texas. Heading into the barn for feed for Storm and Lady, he walked into the darkened storeroom. But something didn't feel right. He turned to leave but just as he did, he felt a circle of cold metal on the back of his neck.

"There bitch, how does it feel to have a gun pointed at you? Where's the little faggot cunt with his rifle now? Huh?"

"Steve, you really don't want to do this. This isn't east Texas where missing people are overlooked. And Darrin will hunt you down."

"Oh just behave, bitch, and I won't have to kill you. But you're gonna suck my dick, just like the old days. You thought you could run, but you can't. You can't ever get away from me."

Mitch heard the sound of a zipper going down and broke out in a sweat. Memories of being forced overwhelmed him. He flashed back to a helpless and defenseless 12 year old. His heart raced as he felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. As his knees started to bend his system was overwhelmed with the years of abuse by this man. Then fury burned through him. He was not giving in again; he'd go down swinging even if he was shot in the process. 

As Mitch tried to quickly formulate a plan, he heard a quick crack followed by weight falling on him. Leaping out of the way, he saw Josh standing in the dim light holding a shovel. His nightmare reduced to a lump of flesh at their feet. Mitch stood in shock, looking from the body on the floor, to Josh, and back again. As he tried to process all that had just happened, he heard Darrin come in through the door. Running over, Darrin took all of it in quickly, grabbed his cell phone and called the sheriff's office. He then tied Steve up using the horse's lead ropes, ordering Josh and Mitch to sit down while he did it. Both of them were in shock, and still trying to work out what had happened. After checking them both for injuries, Darrin quickly determined that neither of them was hurt, just in deep shock. 

"Is he . . . dead?" asked Josh.

"No, he's breathing. He may have a concussion, but he's sure gonna have a goose egg and a headache for a few days."

"Ok," said Josh quietly.

Mitch turned and hugged Josh tight. "Thanks Josh. That was the bravest thing anyone has ever done for me. You saved my life."

"He was going to hurt you, like when you were a kid. I heard him talking. I couldn't let it happen again. I just knew I couldn't live with myself," said Josh quietly.

"Well, it wasn't going to be like before. He'd lost control of me. I was trying to figure out how to escape, when you solved that problem for me," said Mitch and then a small smile crept on his face. "I think you managed to knock out the bogie man, Josh. At least mine."

Josh chuckled, "Good, then you can knock mine out next time. Oh wait, you guys already have took care of my monsters."

A voice echoed across the barn. "Hello? Where is everyone?"

"Hey Sheriff, over here. We have a problem that we need your help with," said Darrin.

Sheriff White Cloud walked over and surveyed the scene, from the unconscious attacker, to the still pale and shaky Josh, and stoic Mitch. The sheriff shook his head.

"This boy don't know who he was messing with."

"He molested me when I was a child. He thought he could pick up where he left off. Only this time he was using a gun," said Mitch.

The sheriff looked at the now moaning form on the floor. Leaning down he quickly untied him, replacing rope with metal cuffs. Carefully putting the gun in an evidence bag, he labeled the bag and then took it to his car. Returning, he hoisted Steve off the floor and guided him to the car, stuffing him in the back seat. Calling in to his dispatch officer, he quickly gave a description and information from Steve's driver's license. Jim nodded and made several grunts of acknowledgment. He soon turned and walked back to the guys.

When the sheriff took Steve out of the barn, Josh and Darrin helped Mitch to his feet and the trio slowly made their way to the door. They watched as Jim made his calls and then turned back to them. They all braced for whatever bad news he had, determined that they'd face it as a family. Stopping a few feet from them, the sheriff gave them a sideways grin.

"He's on the sexual predator list in Texas and has an arrest record a mile long, including assault. By the time he gets out of jail he will be an old man—if he survives, child molesters don't tend to last too long in prison."

Mitch gave the sheriff a grim smile and shook his hand. "Thanks. We appreciate it. I think all of us will sleep better with him behind bars."

Sheriff White Cloud nodded and walked back to his car without another word. They watched as his car disappeared, amazed that none of them were hurt and even more amazed that it came out in their favor. Finally the pall of dread and fear began to lessen and they moved toward the house for some seriously needed recovery time.



Mitch was still very jumpy when he was by himself, in spite of the fact that several weeks had passed since the incident with Steve. Even as he walked into the house, he paused to check the sheltered outside areas where someone might be hiding. The scrutinization didn't end with the outside either, Mitch had gotten in the habit of doing a check of the rooms each time he came in the house. He knew Steve was still in jail, but the lingering effect was difficult to shake. Finally convinced that he was alone, Mitch started pulling out leftovers for his lunch. 

As he sat quietly eating, organizing the list of tasks that needed to be completed soon, his phone rang with an deafening volume, causing Mitch to jump, knocking over his chair. Grabbing the phone, he saw that it was Darrin. Pausing a minute to collect himself, Mitch answered the phone.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Pack for a few days away from home. We're going to Dallas," came through the phone.

"What! You're fuck'n crazy. We can't leave now, who would take care of the place," said Mitch as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Josh agreed to take care of everything. Get ready!" said Darrin and hung up.

Mitch stood staring at the disconnected phone for several minutes before he shook his head and settled back down to eat. He wasn't sure what Darrin was planning, but it might actually be fun. And how much trouble could Josh get into in three days?



"Jesus! You're going to kill us!" yelled Mitch.

"Nah, it's just this damn Dallas traffic. Hang on!" Darrin cranked the wheel, taking them across 8 lanes of traffic to catch an exit ramp. Mitch's hands were clamped onto the door handle so tight that his knuckles were white. He clamped his eyes shut through the next series of turns, opening them just as they pulled up to the hotel. 

Mitch had to chuckle as the valet walked over to the pickup with a slight sneer on his lip. Mitch knew the truck wasn't typical guest transportation for this upscale hotel. Darrin's pickup was actually more in line with tailgaters from the Texas/OU game. But Mitch didn't really care what the kid thought; he was too preoccupied with what Darrin had up his sleeve. 

They handed the valet the key and followed the bellhop to the front desk. Mitch tried not to gawk, but the restored art deco interior of the hotel was amazing. Mitch was still trying to take it all in when Darrin grabbed his elbow and directed him to the elevator. They quietly rode the lift upward until Darrin caught Mitch making faces into the mirrored interior of the elevator and lightly smacked his arm. The doors snapped a few inches open and then drifted apart until the cart with their bags could be pulled out. Giving the bellhop the key card, they soon found themselves in a smallish room, but clean and brightly painted. As the bellhop moved to leave, Darrin was prepared and slipped the kid a tip, and then closed the door quietly behind him as Mitch walked over to open the curtains.

"Wow, what a great view," said Mitch.

Darrin chuckled. "Yeah, for what it cost to make sure we got this view, it should be amazing."

Mitch sat on the edge of the bed and waited, knowing that Darrin would tell him the reason behind this trip when he was ready. After avoiding Mitch's stare for as long as he could, Darrin ducked his head and then turned to answer Mitch's silent question.  

"I thought you needed a break, that's why. Steve's trial begins soon, and I know that's going to be rough on you. You're already chasing shadows so I thought a weekend in Dallas would help you unwind. The state fair is starting soon, and we're only a mile or so from the strip. I set us up in the package that includes a limo ride down there so we can blow off some steam."

"Well," said Mitch, "It's starting to get dark, and the limo driver can't possibly be worse than you—" He lunged, grabbed Darrin and threw him on the bed and started tickling him. Soon, Darrin was gasping for air as he laughed hysterically, his face turning scarlet. Mitch relinquished his attack, leaving Darrin to gulp for air. Once he'd caught his breath, Mitch leaned in to his gasping husband and kissed Darrin on the cheek.

"Thanks, babe. I think a weekend away will be great. And Josh can handle the ranch for a few days. There isn't that much to do, what could go wrong," said Mitch.

With that, the two of them began opening their bags and making selections for the evening. Soon both of them were in new, tight Wranglers . . . and Mitch was wearing a tightly fitted t-shirt. Mitch wrapped his arm around Darrin's waist and pulled them together, kissing Darrin softly. 

"Come on tiger, lets go tear 'em a new one!" said Mitch with a grin.

Darrin chuckled softly as they headed out the door and to the waiting limo.



Josh was standing with a look of utter disgust on his face. Zach had insisted on helping him move the cattle, but he had forgotten to close the gate and all the animals were mixed together. Zach had tried to help separate them for a little while, but he had left to go to class, leaving Josh to straighten out the mess. Unfortunately the problem included two very horny bulls, and one heifer in heat.

Josh watched and couldn't help but laugh a little as he watched the bulls. They were tag teaming the heifer, and her pheromones were obviously working them into a mating frenzy. With each sniff of her neither regions, they would curl their top lip and then let out a bellow that could be heard for miles. The female wouldn't stand for either of them yet, but they were both determined to be first. After several aborted attempts at separating the three of them, Josh decided to finish sorting the other cows first. Luckily, the guys had just invested in new handling equipment that made the task doable, if not pleasant, for one determined 18 year old. 

Eventually he was back to the same three problem animals. She was slated to be with the horned bull, but other male didn't seem to care what Mitch had planned. After trying everything else, Josh resorted to cracking a stock whip over their heads. The rifle shot noise it generated did finally get the three of them moving. In addition, Josh realized that by pushing the heifer first, the bulls would follow. So given both new tools, he was finally able to get the two bulls separated, and the heifer with one of them. Unfortunately for Josh, the heifer was with the wrong bull. 




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 08



As he frantically searched his mind for a way to get the heifer with the correct bull, he was horrified to see heifer stand for the bull she was with. Josh threw up is hands in surrender as the bull mounted her a second time in as many seconds. He knew that Mitch was going to be pissed, but at this point there was no use fighting to separate the two, so he drove them into the pasture.

As he walked back to the house, he wondered how this weekend could get any worse.



Mitch and Darrin enjoyed the sights and sounds of the strip, peeking in the various clubs. Some of the costumes almost made them laugh out loud, there were definitely a lot of cowboy wannabes that were dressed how a city boy thought a cowboy looked. But Darrin and Mitch weren't looking for sex partners; they were just there to relax. As they got to a particularly loud bar, Mitch looked at the placard on the side of the entrance and started laughing.

"Come on! We have to go in here! They're auctioning off underwear from some sports team!" squealed Mitch.

"No way!" Darrin responded.

"That's what the fuck'n sigh says. Come on, I gotta see this," said Mitch with a laugh.

Walking in they found themselves in a huge bar with men of all ages and descriptions. Darrin was amused to discover that some of the guys were definitely in clothing that could be best described as man bait. But Mitch was right, the auction was about to begin. As the auctioneer started, Darrin relaxed and began to chuckle at the antics. There were catcalls and lewd suggestions, some of which were so over the top that Darrin found himself blushing. At one point, he realized that Mitch was bidding on a pair of tightie whities. Deciding enough was enough, Darrin dragged him over to a table, away from the auction. The waiter appeared at their table and Darrin ordered a beer while Mitch decided he wanted to try some of the tequila shots from the bar's extensive selection. Before too long, one of the club boys sauntered to their table, reached over Mitch and downed his latest shot.

"Hey! That was mine!" said Mitch with a note of indignation.

"It's ok, cutie. I'll make it up to you. Let's dance," said the kid as he twisted his bare torso in time to the music.

Mitch looked at Darrin, and was met with a shrug. Taking that as permission, Mitch got up and followed the kid onto the floor. Shortly afterward, an older man with salt and pepper hair sat down beside Darrin and started talking to him. Darrin found it flattering, but was distracted by trying to watch Mitch. When he looked up in time to see a pair of hands slide down Mitch's ass and squeeze both cheeks, he decided enough was truly enough. With a snort of jealously, Darrin jumped up without a backward look at the stranger and stomped onto the dance floor. Grabbing Mitch by the shoulder, he peeled the little twink off his husband and then growled out a single word.

"Mine!"

With that, he took Mitch by the arm and marched him outside, searching for a taxi cab. Mitch looked over with a bemused look on his face.

"What's up, babe? I was just dancing," said Mitch with a snicker.

"Yeah, bullshit. That kid was ready to drop to his knees and suck your dick. The only one who gets to even see your dick better be me!"

Mitch giggled, the tequila having a stronger effect than he realized. "I'm all yours, big boy. You can have your way with me."

Darrin growled a primitive sound at Mitch as he succeeded in signaling a taxi cab. Shoving him in, Darrin was stone faced on the entire ride back to the hotel, while Mitch continued giggling beside him. Once they'd finally gotten back in their room, Mitch fell across the bed and looked at Darrin with a smirk on his face. Darrin walked between his spread legs and grabbed Mitch crotch, squeezing hard enough to get a small yelp from Mitch. Dropping himself on Mitch, Darrin kissed him hard. Lifting back, he looked down at Mitch as he squeezed his package again, this time without the threshold of pain.

"You're mine. I don't share with no little twink with glitter smeared all over his chest."

Mitch moaned softly, twisting his body while Darrin continued to squeeze his cock and nuts through his jeans. Darrin pressed down harder onto Mitch, his weight a reminder of the reality of his husband while the alcohol filtered from Mitch's system. Darrin grabbed the bottom of his too tight shirt and ripped it up the front. Diving down, he bit down hard on Mitch's tit, his man's loud moan only spurring him onward. Darrin was the alpha male, reclaiming his man from all the pawing hands at the bar. His aggression continued to play out as his lust mixed with his need to dominate. Soon he had Mitch stripped bare and panting on the bed. Watching Mitch with a predatory gaze, Darrin stepped back and yanked off his own shirt, followed quickly by boots and jeans, until he was standing in front of Mitch with nothing on but a black jock strap that was being strained to it's limits by Darrin's raging hard cock.

Darrin crawled back up his lover until his cloth-covered nuts were pressed against Mitch's lips. Rocking back and forth he rubbed them over Mitch's face, the precum soaking through the material and marking Mitch. Darrin grabbed Mitch's head and shoved it into his crotch. He growled out. "Smell that man smell, babe. That's your man you smell, and he's fixin to fuck your tight little hole. You need him to mark you again don't you."

Mitch moaned in agreement, able only to focus on the ample package that was filling his mouth. Long minutes whirled by as Mitch fed on Darrin's essence. The cloth was saturated with spit and precum when Darrin pulled himself off. Gliding down Mitch's body, he grabbed his husband again and kissed him hard. His tongue forcing entry into Mitch's lips and hungrily explored the depths of his mouth. Soon Mitch was reciprocating as their tongues warred for supremacy. With a final hard kiss, Darrin released Mitch and stood on the bed and ripped the jock strap off his body. Dropping to his knees, he pushed Mitch's legs up, exposing his pulsing hole to air. Darrin leaned closer, and spit on Mitch's hole. Rubbing his finger over the saliva, Darrin pushed some into Mitch as his husband let out a loud moan. With no more preparation, Darrin positioned his cock against Mitch and started pushing. The spit and precum provided a slippery path as Darrin slowly drilled Mitch's ass. The cries of delight coming from Mitch egged Darrin's growing need for aggression. Soon Darrin reached bottom and ground his crotch against Mitch's hairy ass. 

With a primitive grunt, Darrin started fucking Mitch hard. The pounding Darrin gave Mitch was beyond lovemaking, he was reclaiming his mate, and if Mitch's cries of pleasure were any indication, he was highly successful. Eventually the two were melding into a passionate mix of sweat, masculinity and possession. Darrin felt the boiling eruption from his nuts begin, knowing he was breeding Mitch in earnest. As his hot semen burned it's way into Mitch, Darrin heard the small pants and groans as the ardor pulsed through them both. As his orgasm ended, Darrin grabbed Mitch and flipped him over, twisting him around his still embedded cock. Darrin grabbed his husband's dick and started flailing it with both hands. In a heartbeat or two, the stiff flesh between his hands started shooting. As stream after stream erupted from Mitch's manhood, they were both covered with white hot jizz. 

Soon the passion and fervor of lovemaking receded. Darrin crawled beside Mitch, their cum coated bodies meshing, and luxuriated in the sensations of the seed they were both covered in. Darrin leaned in and kissed Mitch and smiled. "Don't you ever forget who's you are."

Mitch chuckled and kissed him back. "Don't worry. I know I have a jealous husband. If I didn't before, I sure do now."

As the two chuckled, they heard a voice very clearly from the other side of the wall. "If you two are done maybe those of us who didn't get so lucky can go back to sleep now?"

Darrin turned deep red as Mitch started laughing. Soon they were wrapped in each other's arms, and drifting away to pleasant dreams.



Josh stared in shock. None of these heifers should have been bred. Not any of the heifers should be calving this fall. But in front of him was a heifer that was obviously in labor as the tiny hooves emerging attested. Josh had been watching her all day, and had noted the time when her progress with the birth had stopped. He squatted a short distance away, trying to decide if he still had time to call the vet, or if he had to try and pull the calf himself. As he watched the heifer go through another contraction, without coming any closer to birthing the calf, he decided it was time for him to help. 

Josh sprinted back to the barn and then to the tack room where he thought what he was looking for was stored. He frantically dug through the leads, halters and reins until he found them, the obstetric chains, and the gallon bottle of lube. Josh ran back with both, hoping a miracle had happened while he was gone. 

But Josh was quickly absolved of that notion, realizing the heifer had stopped trying and was just giving out weak bawls with each successive contraction. Knowing he didn't have a lot of time, he fastened the chains around the unborn calf's hooves and tentatively pulled. When there was no movement, even with his efforts, he began getting frantic. With the possibility of a live birth diminishing with each passing second, he knew he was going to have to see if he could reposition the calf and make the delivery possible. Drenching his hands with lube, he slid one hand inside the heifer, alongside the calf. Seconds ticked by until he realized the problem, the calf's head was turned back.

In a frantic effort, Josh tried to pull the head around, but each time it slipped out of his grasp. Panting for breath and desperate to deliver this calf, he pushed his hand in again. This time he managed to grab the calf's jaw, and was able to wrench its head back around. Seeming to sense the calf's change in position, the heifer gave one final push, and the calf slid out with a tide of fluid. Josh quickly cleared the newborns mouth and nose, and with a snort that flung viscous strands over Josh, the calf cleared his airways. 

Josh slid limply to the ground, panting for air as the newborn struggled to lift its head. Josh turned back to the heifer with a relived smile. "Well momma, your baby looks happy and healthy. You just need to feed him."

But as he looked closer at the cow, he realized that she was only making minimal movements and not trying to get up. Running around her, he started pushing, trying to get her on her feet. Panic was again settling in as she responded to his pushing with limp indifference. The long minutes stretched out as the calf got to its shaky legs and called for its mother. Josh tried everything he could think of to get the heifer to her feet. 

"Son. Of. A. Bitch! Get up, goddamn it! You are not going to make me tell Mitch that one of his best heifers died while he was gone. Fuck!"

Josh pushed, as time seemed to stretch into eternity. Frustrated almost to the point of tears, he decided to see if he could get the calf to nurse anyway. Walking slowly to the wobbly newborn, he carefully guided it to the distended udder. After a few abortive attempts, the calf began to nurse.

With that the cow's head slowly swung up, and she looked at the creature latched onto her teat. With a tremendous effort, the cow pushed herself up and regained her feet. Turning to the calf, she looked at it carefully. Josh collapsed against the fence in a heavy sigh of relief. Standing up, he watched while she stuck her nose to the calf. And then knocked it down. Staring at her in disbelief as she repeated the action when the calf again got to his feet, Josh felt as if he was going to explode. With a scream of frustration that she was not accepting her calf, Josh yelled.

"You bitch!"



Darrin chuckled as Mitch rolled his hips slightly to the side on the wooden bench. Today they had decided to go through the arboretum, as a safer choice of activities for the pair. They both were enjoying the experience, but Darrin was definitely the more interested of the two. But right now he was relishing Mitch's discomfort, knowing that he was the one who had fucked Mitch raw.

"Little sore, babe," said Darrin with syrupy concern.

"Just wait, I'm so going to drill your ass when we get home. Hard and dry, that's what you're getting," threatened Mitch in a whisper.

Darrin laughed and then smiled as Mitch again shifted his weight. Finally redirecting his thoughts, Darrin again enjoyed the landscaped vista. He turned his head to Mitch, he smiled. "Next year I want a garden. We always had a garden when I was a kid, I love the fresh vegetables."

Mitch nodded, at least momentarily distracted from his discomfort. "That sounds fine, babe. But I don't know anything about gardening. My mom had a few tomatoes, but that was about it."

"It'll be good. I'm sure Josh will be willing to help."

Mitch chuckled a little, not nearly as certain that Josh would be a willing participant in this scheme. Deciding this wasn't the time to discuss it, Mitch pushed himself off the bench and back onto the path. 

"Come on, I'd like to see the rest of the gardens, and then head home. I'm missing the ranch," said Mitch.

"Jeez, look who's the homebody," teased Darrin.

Mitch chuckled and pulled Darrin to his feet and started toward an unvisited sections of the garden.



Josh was on his way back to the ranch, knowing he was going to be in so much trouble for all the problems over the weekend, not the least of which was whimpering on the seat next to him. Josh had been doing some volunteer work with a Border Collie rescue and today of all days was when they called and had an older pup for him. He hadn't talked with Mitch and Darrin about having a dog in the house, and he was afraid it wasn't going to be a pleasant discussion. 

As his pickup rolled closer and closer to the ranch, he thought over the instructions he had been given. Obedience classes first, and then he had the name of a trainer who would help with classes for working cattle. The pup was young, but Josh had high hopes. It helped that Josh thought his distinctive reddish brown and white color was beautiful. 

As Josh drove into the ranch, he was relived to see that they hadn't arrived yet. Picking up the pup, he hustled into the house, wondering how long he could keep the puppy hidden.



Darrin and Mitch slowed as they parked in front of the house. They both cautiously looked around, but could see no problems. Laughing at their paranoia, they grabbed their bags from the pickup and headed in. Coming through the kitchen, they shot each other a questioning look at the lack of a greeting from Josh. As the guys rounded corner into the living room, they saw Josh look up from a book he was reading.

"Hi guys! How was Dallas?" said Josh with a tight smile.

"Good . . . and how were things around here?"

"Fine, just fine. Well, one or two small glitches, but it's all good," explained Josh, with the smile frozen on his face.

As Darrin was about to question him further, a series of barks and yips erupted from Josh's bedroom. With a look of panic on his face, Josh raced from the room and came back quickly with a small red and white ball of energy that was covering his face with licks. Josh looked at the guys as he lowered the pup to his chest and the events of the weekend just tumbled out of Josh's mouth.

"Zach left the gate open and all the cattle got mixed together and 25 was in heat but the polled bull bred her not the other one and then 37 had a calf that I had to pull and she wouldn't take it so I had to put her in the head chute to get him fed and then the Border Collie rescue called and they had Max ready to go out and I had to get him and please don't make me take him back, oh god I love him." 

Josh sucked in air to recover from the torrent of words and tried to gauge their response. Mitch and Darrin had unreadable looks on their faces, and seemed frozen in time. Max finally broke the scene when he let out a small whine to be let down. Josh quickly set him on the floor and then stood back up with a deep sigh. Darrin was the first to break the silence as he started to chuckle. Soon Mitch followed him with a shake of his head and a throaty laugh. Soon both men were leaning against walls and counters, laughing hysterically while Josh looked from one to the other in disbelief. Darrin managed to pull himself together first, and pushed himself up from the counter.

"Oh shit, Josh. It sounds like you had one hell of a weekend. I'm sorry it sucked so bad. As for the pup." He cast a glance at Mitch. "It's fine with me, but it has to be trained, I don't want a bored puppy out chasing cattle for fun."

Josh nodded as Mitch continued. "Your dog, your responsibility. Border Collies take extra work, and I don't have time or desire to take care of one." Hearing a faint whine at his feet, Mitch looked down just in time to see the pup lift a leg and pee all over his black boots.

"Goddamn it!" screamed Mitch.



Darrin tossed the 60-pound bale of hay to Mitch, who added it to the huge stack. After 1,000 or so bales they had stored over the last few days, logic would indicate both men would be exhausted. But Darrin was actually finding the work to be a relief; at least in late September the simmering summer heat had finally receded. He watched Mitch for a few minutes, admiring his body since he had stripped off his shirt when they started and now was drenched in sweat and glistened in each errant ray of sunshine. Darrin tossed the last bale to Mitch, who caught it on his hay hooks and settled it into place. 

Mitch jumped down, sinking the metal hooks into the nearest bale for safekeeping. He walked over to Darrin with a smile and wrapped his sweat-drenched arms around Darrin's torso and pulled them tight against each other. Tilting his head, he whispered into Darrin's ear.

"I'm horny, and you look good all drenched in sweat."

Darrin shuddered slightly as Mitch's scent permeated the air around him and assaulted his senses. As the pheromone tendrils curled through his brain, Darrin became rock hard, and moaned as he was enveloped in the raw essence of Mitch. Turning Darrin toward him, Mitch lifted his arm and the musk and sweat of a hard day's work cascaded from the sweat drenched hairs. Darrin paused only briefly to admire the raw beauty of his husband, and then dove in for the feast he wanted so badly. Burying his face in the pungent hollow, he inhaled deeply and lost himself in the raw passion created in his body. Darrin's tongue burrowed and sucked on each tendril of hair until he had cleaned the thicket of blue-black hair it contained. Moving to the other side, he repeated his performance until his cock was aching with the need for release.

Darrin separated their bodies and he retrieved a saddle blanket from the tack room. Mitch watched with obvious desire as Darrin threw the blanket over the nearest bales, unzipped his pants and dropped them to his ankles. With a horny leer at Mitch, he carefully knelt on the blanket and presented his tight ass. With a breathless voice, he called to Mitch.

"Come on, babe. Fuck me. You have me so damn horny that I want to be fucked hard."

Mitch walked closer and then squatted behind Darrin. Prying apart his sweat soaked ass cheeks, he inhaled the wonderful musky odor of the man in front of him. He leaned in, taking a tentative taste, the smells and tang overwhelming him. He dove into into the delicious crevasse in front of him, the wet sounds of his oral exploration echoing faintly across the barn as he drove his tongue deep inside Darrin. The heat, although lessened, still had sweat running off them in rivulets. After a final push inside, Mitch let his tongue slide slowly from his lover's ass. 




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 08



Mitch stood and yanked his jeans down to his knees and then awkwardly moved close to Darrin. Almost falling across him, Mitch lay on top, wedging his rock hard cock into Darrin's crack. Pumping up and down the sexy split, he smeared it with precum and sweat. Soon the mixture of fluids formed a slick entry to Darrin's gut. Mitch's cock slid across Darrin's ass once more and then dipped into his hole. Feeling the loose, hot entryway surrounding his cock, Mitch shoved himself inside Darrin. With a loud moan, Darrin's body yielded to Mitch, demanding more. Mitch paused briefly and then started pounding Darrin's hole, sweat dripping off his taut body as he plowed Darrin's ass. Lost in the melding of their two body's, Mitch jumped when a bark sounded just to his side.

"Oh goddamn it! It's Josh dog. Git Max! Git out!" yelled Mitch.

Darrin looked back in disbelief as the red and white clown sat on its hunches, cocked its head and ears and watched them with a confused look. Mitch tried to start again, but abandoned his efforts when he felt the dog's wet nose touch his ass. Falling across Darrin, he started venting.

"Damn dog! I can't fuck with him watching! It's like he's taking pointers! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" said Mitch with a grimace.

Darrin bucked back against him, Mitch's rapidly softening cock popping out of his ass. Pushing upward, they were both soon standing.

"Pull up your pants and come on. I'm not going to leave with a case of blue balls! The guest house is right here," said Darrin as he tried to control a chuckle. Yanking up their pants, they raced to the house. Mitch closing the door before the dog could join them. Once they were inside, Darrin quickly dropped his pants again and braced himself against the sink.

"Come on, stud! Fuck me, and fuck me good!" growled Darrin with obvious lust.

Mitch sneered at Darrin and quickly stepped up behind him. Grabbing Darrin's hips in a vice-like grip, he rammed himself in hard, which Darrin greeted with a satisfied grunt.

"Come on stud! That the best you got?"

Mitch silently accepted the challenge and fucked Darrin with an animal like ferocity. As his thrusts began to lift Darrin off his feet, Darrin was reduced to gasped and loud moans of approval. This time the pounding was sending shock waves of passion from Darrin's toes, upward. Each crash of flesh against flesh accompanied a burst of sensations as Mitch's cock rammed Darrin's prostate. Bucking back against Mitch, the two collided over and over until Darrin ached for release. As his body began to shake, he felt Mitch bury himself inside Darrin and begin unloading his nuts. The hot sperm was the final straw to push Darrin over the edge, his nuts emptying across the floor. The two moved in sync as their orgasms washed over them and merged. Dripping sweat and exhausted, Mitch fell across Darrin's back and gasped for breath. As they began to return to normal, they heard the distinct sound of scratching at the window, looking over they saw Max staring at them.

Darrin chuckled as Mitch muttered, "Damn dog! Josh is gonna pay for this one."



Zach had his face impaled on Josh's cock as the larger boy let out loud moans of appreciation. Twirling his tongue over the engorged head only sent Josh deeper into sexual nirvana. Josh had the college boy's head trapped between his hands as the two of them raced toward the final pinnacle. 

Zach felt Josh's body responding to his oral talents. His hand roughly stroked Josh's perineum, knowing it drove his lover crazy. As he felt Josh tense, he drove two of his slender fingers deep inside Josh.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Josh as he started filling the condom with boy cream. He frantically air fucked as Zach's fingers rammed over his pulsing prostate. With each thrashing movement of his toned body, he added another measure of himself to the filling rubber. With a final twitch of his body as the last drop was expelled, Josh collapsed against the bed. Turning, he pulled Zach on top of him, caressing his smooth pale body.

Zach's body was afire with passion that was only fanned hotter by Josh's touch. Bracing himself on Josh's chest, he frantically humped his steel hard cock against his boyfriend's washboard stomach. The friction against Josh's torso was delicious to Zach. With a final grind across Josh's abdomen, Zach's cock started erupting. The first shot hit Josh on the underside of the chin, dripping into the hollow at the base of his neck. The next several shots left thin white ribbons of jizz etched across Josh's chiseled chest. As the flow shrank to a small dribble, Zach slowly ran his hands over Josh's chest and then leaned down to kiss him.

Without another word, Zach crawled off Josh and trotted to the bathroom, coming back with the previously prepared washcloth to clean them both. Taking care of Josh's filled condom, Zach gently cleaned his lover, enjoying the smooth touch of his hand over Josh's skin. With a final swipe, he finished. Coming back into the bedroom, he lay beside Josh and sighed when the larger boy wrapped his arms around him. 

"You know, we could get tested, if you want to be exclusive. Then we could get rid of the condoms," suggested Josh softly.

Zach flipped himself over, looking into Josh's eye with an undecipherable look on his face. After a few moments he began to reply. "Sure, of course I want to be exclusive, you know you are the only one I've been with. I'll get tested, if that's what you want."

"What do you want, Zach?" asked Josh, a little confused at Zach's hesitancy.

"No. That's what I want too. Then we could do away with the condoms. Definitely," Zach answered, trying to sound upbeat.

"Ok then, we can go together next week. It's been more than 6 months since I was with anyone but you, so we can both get a clean bill of health and then get rid of the rubbers," said Josh, excited to be moving to a new level in their relationship.

"Yeah, that sounds great . . ." replied Zach, unconvincingly.

Josh lay his head back down and pulled Zach's blond head to him and kissed it gently. He wasn't sure why Zach wasn't thrilled about the prospects, but he wasn't going to begin questioning him at this point.



Mitch slowly walked onto the porch in his bare feet to stand beside Darrin and watch the approaching car. From the second it had turned onto their driveway, they had both known it was a sheriff's car, and as it neared the house, they could determine that it was Sheriff White Cloud driving. Neither of them was certain if this was a good thing, or not. The car rolled to a stop in front of the house and the guys greeted him warmly as he got out of the car.

"Hey Jim, how are things today?" said Mitch.

"Well, I needed to talk to you boys about a few things. Thought it would be easier to do it in person."

"Ok . . ." said Darrin with concern, "What's up?"

"Well, first. That guy who I arrested here a few weeks back. Well, I'm sorry to tell you that he was found dead in his cell this morning. There will be a full investigation into what happened, but it looks like one of the other inmates might have considered himself judge, jury and executioner. Like I told you before, child molesters don't last long in prison no matter what we do to try and protect them."

Mitch sat down hard on the porch with a look of shocked disbelief. Darrin squatted down beside him and rested his hand on Mitch's shoulder. "You ok?" asked Darrin.

"Yeah. Just. Yeah, give me a minute," said Mitch quietly. Looking up he saw the kind understanding on the sheriff's face and remembered Jim had indicated there was more than one issue to talk to them about. Deciding he liked the floor just fine, he looked up at the sheriff and asked, "What else did you need, Jim?"

"Well the other is more personal, and feel free to say no. But the annual Kiowa powwow is in a few weeks, and my grandmother asked me to invite you. She would like to meet the two-spirits who moved into her part of the world."

Darrin breathed a sigh of relief and almost chuckled. "Sure! That sounds fun. But . . ." he looked down at Mitch who shook his head no, "We've never been to one. What do we need to do? I know it's more than just a tribal picnic."

The sheriff chuckled and nodded, "It is, but you're there as Nanna's guest. So just show up and someone will help you get settled. I'll let you know more when it gets closer."

"That's great, Jim. Thanks again for the invitation. We're excited, and honored, to be invited," said Darrin. Reaching down, he helped Mitch from the porch and the two of them bid the sheriff goodbye while their heads reeled from the two huge pieces of information. Walking back into the house, Mitch was still shaking his head.

"I can't believe he's dead," said Mitch.

"Who's dead?" asked Josh as he twisted on the couch so he could see.

"Steve, they found him dead in his cell today," answered Darrin.

"Good, someone needed to kill him!" said Josh with venom.

"Josh!"

"No! You were right, he was like a Skinwalker. He was just evil. Maybe the Kiowa gods are more protective since you're two-spirits. Maybe they killed him."

Darrin stared at Josh for a few second, amazed at his violent reaction to the news. Without another word, Josh turned back and resumed playing his video game. Darrin watched in shock for another moment or so, and then turned to Mitch, who had a cryptic look on his face. He walked back and took Mitch in his arms. 

Darrin whispered in Mitch's ear, "I know this must be hard, and confusing. Give yourself some time."

Mitch turned with a look of determination on his face. "It'll be fine. You're here. Josh is here. Just give me a little time. Josh is probably right, at least now we know he can't hurt anyone else. He made the choices he did, and the price he had to pay was high."

Darrin nodded, knowing that Mitch would talk with him if he needed a sympathetic ear.



Darrin couldn't help but chuckle at the latest installment in the ongoing argument between Josh and Mitch about getting goats for the ranch. Darrin had to admit that Josh was doing his homework, because each time he had new and better reasons why goats would work on the ranch. Darrin actually thought Mitch was noticing too, because his counter-arguments were becoming less and less dogmatic. When a lull came in the argument, Darrin decided this time he would give his opinion.

"We should let him try, Mitch. It can't be any bigger disaster than some of the things we tried when we were his age," said Darrin.

Mitch turned to begin a tirade at Darrin, but paused as his words sunk in. Mitch considered it for a minute while Josh held his breath. When he saw that Mitch was thinking it over, Darrin continued.

"Have him write a business plan, and we will loan him the startup money, at a reasonable interest rate. He needs to learn how to do it anyway, it would be a good experience," explained Darrin.

Mitch considered it for a few more moments, then he turned to Josh. "A written, detailed, business plan. Everything, where you're going to market them, where you're getting breeding stock, winter feed costs, everything. If it doesn't work out, you still have to pay back the money. Got it?"

Josh let out the breath he had been holding. With a look of hard won success on his face, he replied to Mitch. "Yes. Sure. I'll write the best damn plan you ever saw. It'll work, Mitch, just wait and see." Turning to Darrin he mouthed a silent 'thank you' and then sprinted for his room.

Mitch turned to Darrin with a stern look on his face, "Well, I hope you're happy. You're his favorite again."

Darrin looked up with a smug look on his face, "I always was."



Mitch and Darrin walked into the open ground, having carefully followed the map they'd been given to get to the powwow. They'd already marveled at the teepees that had been setup and at some of the amazing dance regalia being worn by the people around them. Jim had met them as soon as they arrived and they were following him through the grounds, toward what appeared to be a brush arbor in the middle of it all. Once they were under the arbor, they saw that it was circling a large flat area.

Jim took them to a smaller arbor a short distance away, and the scene there was much more familiar to Mitch and Darrin. As they walked in one end, before them was the typical southern potluck dinner with bowls and pans of very size and description lining tables that were overburdened with food and containing everything from the obviously delicious, to the dishes with a questionable linage. Taking the plates Sheriff White Cloud offered them, they quickly filled them with delicious food. Everyone was helpful in pointing out tribal specialties, and dishes that might be more familiar to Darrin and Mitch. Once they had their plates piled as high as possible, Jim motioned for them to follow him. They moved back under the first arbor and were soon seated to one side of the dance grounds.

They ate slowly, relishing the meal and enjoying a great conversation with Jim while they did. Soon they were sopping up the last drops of food with the delicious fry bread they had both loaded up with from the tables. Almost as soon as they finished, a smiling youngster appeared at their sides with a plate of desserts for each of them. Groaning as they shoved more food into their distended stomachs, they slowly consumed the new plates of food. As they finished the last of the dessert plates, they were both extremely full, and in need of a nap. But as their eyelids began to sag, they heard, and felt, the start of a deep drumbeat. The vibrations seemed to emerge from the earth and traverse their bones. After a few minutes, they were released from the hypnotic rhythm and began to look around at the rest of the crowd. When they did, two things became evident. First, the arbors were quickly filling as the drum called in everyone. Second, the drum was going to play an important part in this night, as was evident by the sight of the huge shallow drum suspended almost a foot off the ground with 8 or 9 men sitting around it, all of whom were now drumming.

The drum pulsed like a heartbeat, the rhythm and cadence filling the soul of each listener. Soon the men drumming added singing, and even though it was in an ancient language that Darrin and Mitch couldn't understand, the tone made it clear that this was a celebration of another year the Kiowa tribe had survived with its identity intact. As they looked around, both guys realized they were probably the only people attending who were not members of the tribe. But they also felt a connection to a people who were fighting to survive because they were seen as different.

As the singing continued, the dancers started the grand entry and Darrin and Mitch began to relax and enjoy the spectacle. For all the beauty of the beadwork and clothing in the daylight, it was ethereal when the talented dancers brought it all to life with their dance in the growing twilight. At the end of the procession was one of the most beautiful women Darrin had ever seen. Oh, not in contemporary American culture's definition of beauty, but a woman who had lived a long life, had fought with every fiber of her being when necessary, and loved deep when needed. He and Mitch were surprised when she didn't follow the rest of the dancers but headed toward them. Darrin was beginning to panic, thinking they were in the wrong spot, when Sheriff White Cloud materialized beside this woman as she stepped past the benches and to the seat between Darrin and Mitch.

Jim introduced her. "Darrin, Mitch, this is my grandmother, Nanna. She is one of the elders of the tribe, and a keeper of one of the Ten Grandmothers."

Darrin nodded, trying to find a greeting, realizing that he had automatically stood as the woman approached. Desperately trying to work out a correct response, he ended up doing something that looked like a combination bow and curtsy. She chuckled softly at him and then turned to Mitch, who stepped forward and wrapped her in a huge hug, which she returned. Darrin shot Mitch 'the look' as they all sat down and the Grass Dance began. Soon they were all intently watching the talented male and female athletes.

The guys were absorbed watching the men's Fancy Dance, with its superb athletic prowess, when Nanna leaned over to Darrin.

"That dancer's got a nice butt don't you think?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Darrin was flabbergasted. Speechlessly he stared at the woman whose deep rich laughter was filling the space around them. Darrin's mouth opened and closed as he tried to process what this matron of the tribe had just said to him, and what his response should be. Finally it dawned on him that she was teasing, and testing, him. With that resolution, Darrin formulated an answer.

"I think the dancers are amazing! I had no idea it was be so athletic. And yes, he has a very nice ass."

Nanna chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment of his response, signaling the beginning of a night filled with wonderful stories, great dancing, and more than a little sexual innuendo from a woman who looked like she could be approaching 100, but certainly didn't act like it. By the end of the night, Darrin and Mitch were both feeling so welcomed that they almost weren't surprised when Nanna took them by the hands and led them onto the dance grounds. Darrin could feel the power of her presence when she started speaking.

"As one of the keepers of grandmothers, I am adopting these two as my sons. I know you've all heard my grandson talk about their power as two-spirits. Now that I've met them, I agree. But then, my grandson always was pretty smart," she smiled over at Jim and gave him a small wink before continuing. "This is my wish. Do any want to challenge my right to do this, or the need for it?"

Darrin had heard the term deafening silence before, but until that moment he'd never actually experienced it. For several long heartbeats, there was nothing, not a child asking questions, not even a cricket chirping. But then it was shattered with an ear-piercing whoop of affirmation that was quickly picked up by everyone. The overwhelming positive response embarrassed them both, causing Darrin's face to redden. With that positive endorsement by the gathered crowd, she completed their adoption ceremony and bestowed each of them with tribal names.

The remainder of the powwow was largely lost on Darrin and Mitch. They would never be able to remark on any of it beyond the swirl of color and the pulse of the drum. Eventually night lightened into the deep gray of predawn and the final dances were preformed. It seemed that each person in attendance greeted them personally as they wound their way back to their vehicle. Driving home was done in complete silence as they still tried to process what had taken place. They'd been adopted into the tribe, by one of its elders. They were still stunned. But as they walked through the door, Mitch turned with an ornery grin toward Darrin.

"Come on, Little Turtle, I need some sleep," said Mitch with a giggle.

"Nanna wants to call me Little Turtle, I'm fine with that. Come on Raging Elk, I'm ready for bed."

Mitch chuckled as he pulled off his clothes to crawl into the beckoning bed. As he settled his head onto the pillow, Darrin crawled in beside him. Both were so exhausted from the night that for once the touch of their bare skins against the other didn't elicit any physical response.



Josh had been looking forward to this day since they had decided to get tested and do away with the condoms several weeks ago. As is always the case when you want something to happen fast, it seemed to have taken forever before they were able to be tested, and get back their results. But everything had finally come together and a few days of anticipation had Josh now feeling like a buck during mating season.




Maverick Cattle Company 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. 



Darrin and Josh watched as the multicolored goats streamed from the stock trailer and into the small enclosure. Josh was excited, and worried, as he watched the alert animals move past them. His pestering about getting the goats had finally paid off. Mitch had actually been impressed with Josh's written proposal and he and Darrin had agreed to loan Josh the capital to get started. Once all the details had been worked out, Josh had put many miles on his pickup searching for the perfect animals to build his herd from. In addition, his hours of researching the breeds had made him choose to use Spanish Goats instead of the popular Boer breed. The Spanish goats had evolved in the region and Josh thought they would be more adapted to the environment of the ranch. 

Darrin glanced at Josh and saw the look of concern on his face, but did nothing to lessen it. This was Josh's first business arrangement, and he should be a little concerned. But as Darrin watched the goats flow past them, he couldn't help but chuckle, at least to himself. These goats were exactly what Mitch didn't like. They were all colors, sizes and horn types. The horns alone made Darrin shake his head in disbelief. Who would have thought so many variations would exist for one breed of animals. As the last of the females streamed into the pen, Darrin heard the scuff of boots. Max turned and yapped softly as Mitch walked up behind them.

Mitch looked over the animals and let out a low sigh. But Darrin was glad that he at least didn't voice his opinion. Josh had presented his plan, Mitch had agreed to it, and, for now, Mitch had to live with the agreement they had. As Mitch and Darrin watched, Josh closed the first pen and then opened the second smaller enclosure for the males. When the shaggy bucks ran into the enclosure, Mitch covered his nose and moaned.

"God! Those smell terrible! Oh my god! What the hell is wrong with them," said Mitch as he waved his arm at the four animals.

"It's breeding season, they pee on their beards to make them more attractive to the females," explained Josh.

Darrin looked over the animals and started chuckling, which soon became rich laughter. Josh and Mitch both gave him with a questioning look. Eventually Darrin was able to speak, weakly waved his arm at Mitch and finally managed to gasp out.

"I think that's the same method some of the guys at the bars in Dallas were using to attract a mate too!"

Soon all three of them were laughing as the odoriferous bucks moved around their new home.



Darrin tossed his keys onto the table, pried off his boots and then sat down on the couch. He was tired of being a single parent and more than ready for Mitch to be home from his scouting trip. He understood the need to locate more stock, but Mitch had been gone for a week and Darrin was missing him quite a bit. 

As he looked around the room, Mitch's stuff was everywhere and just brought up fond memories for Darrin. From his work boots left by the door, with spurs still on them, to the hats carefully displayed on handmade hooks around the room. It definitely looked like a man's room. Darrin had to laugh a little, because neither of them was given to frills and lace. You could almost sense the masculinity that was ground into their house. 

As Darrin thought about Mitch and their lives together, he opened his shirt and let his hand roam over his chest. Darrin sighed as his fingers slipped through the hairs, sending shocks of pleasure through his system. He missed Mitch, and his nightly jackoff sessions hadn't been more than temporary relief. His body was again primed for release and in no time Darrin's nipples were hard and aching as he scraped over them with his fingernails. After a few passes over them, his cock was hard and making an obscene bulge in his pants. 

Reaching one hand lower, Darrin grabbed his crotch and squeezed it hard while he ran his hand over his furry chest. Several long minutes slipped by as Darrin enjoyed the pleasurable feelings coursing through his body. Looking down, he saw a growing wet spot as the precum soaked through his pants. With a smile, Darrin opened his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Stroking its length slowly, Darrin twisted his nipple, causing a cascade of precum over his hand. After another slow stroke, Darrin released his steel hard cock and lifted his hand to his mouth and spit into it. Dropping his hand back down, he again stroked it slowly as his spit and precum melded. 

Soon the build up of pleasure drove Darrin's hand faster, his hand a blur on his aching cock. He let his free hand slide lower, grabbing his balls and pulling them taut. Soon the rhythm of his pleasuring reached a crescendo and white cum shot from his slit. Darrin moaned, his muscles tensed as stream after stream of hot sperm splattered across his chest. As he striped the last drops from his softening cock, he slumped back against the couch. 

After his breathing had returned to normal, Darrin grabbed his pants and carefully walked into the bedroom. Reaching under the bed he grabbed the small towel he'd been using all week and wiped the cum off his torso. As he finished he had to chuckle to himself at the cream colored stiffness of the towel, but knowing he could throw it into the pile of clothes Mitch would have, he tossed it back beside the bed. As he buttoned his shirt, he heard a faint yip. Remembering that Max hadn't been out of his kennel all morning, Darrin checked his watch. He realized there was just enough time to get to the airport, he decided to leave Max for Josh to deal with and rushed out of the house. As he pulled down the driveway he smiled in anticipation of seeing Mitch again.

Standing at the airport with the other families, Darrin was excited to see his husband again. He knew they had to keep the public displays to a minimum but it would be good just to give Mitch a hug. He scanned face after face as they came down the hallway, wondering how he could miss the cowboy hat topped stud who he loved. 

Suddenly he heard a loud whoop and turned just in time to catch Mitch as he launched himself into Darrin arms. Locking his legs around Darrin, Mitch started covering his face with kisses. Darrin's face reddened as his husband unabashedly showered him with affection. Finally realizing that most of the other passengers were smiling indulgently, he relaxed and returned the kisses. After a few moments of mutual affection, Mitch released Darrin and jumped to the floor.

"I've missed you so much, babe!" said Mitch almost squealing.

"I've missed you too, Mitch. A whole lot!" said Darrin with a grin, "That was an enthusiastic greeting."

Mitch chuckled, "Yeah, I thought you could do with a PDA."

Darrin chuckled again and pulled Mitch by the arm. "Yeah, well let's get home and I'll give you a PDA, but it won't be a public display, it'll be a private display."

Mitch wiggled his eyebrows in anticipation and grinned back at Darrin. They both chuckled and went to get Mitch's bags. On the trip home they fell into an easy rhythm and talked about what had happened at the ranch, as well as what cattle Mitch had seen. The time passed quickly and soon they were pulling to a stop in front of their house. As they opened the door, Max flashed by with Josh running behind. They both chuckled as Josh paused and gasped for breath.

"Sorry! He's been tearing around your bedroom ever since I let him out and then just now he grabbed the towel that was on the floor and has been running like a maniac. I don't know what got into him!" said Josh in exasperation.

Mitch chuckled and then looked over at Darrin, only to see an odd look on his husband's face. As Josh took off after the dog again, Darrin ran to their bedroom. Within seconds Darrin was back and hissed at Mitch.

"Help me catch that damn dog!"

Mitch continued to chuckle. "Why? What up, babe."

Darrin turned bright red and looked to make sure Josh wasn't close. Leaning in he hissed out, "He has my cum towel, with a weeks worth on it!"

With that Mitch collapsed on the floor in laughter as Darrin gave him a look a pure disgust before taking out after Max. Never moving from the wall, Mitch was wiping tears of laughter from his eyes as he watched the three make round after round through the house. After several minutes of chasing, which included Max making vaults over Mitch on several occasions, he stopped beside Mitch's face, shook the towel, and dropped it. He looked at Mitch with a look of mirth on his face, cocked his head and then took off racing again as Darrin came barreling around the corner. Mitch waved the towel in the air, feeling the stiff crustiness under his hand and catching a whiff of its pungent aroma. 

"I've got it," Mitch said with a smirk.

Darrin grabbed at it, but Mitch yanked it away and chuckled. "Oh no, big boy. I think this is worth something to Max and me, just as soon as I figure out what it is."

Darrin looked at him with a frustrated look and stalked off, with Mitch's laughter ringing in his ears.



Josh had parked his pickup in a remote corner of the ranch, under the shelter of a grove of towering cottonwoods. Looking for some down time, and maybe a little fun, Josh had talked Zach into the little outing. Sitting on the tailgate, they started out just catching up, discussing the various classes each of them were taking this semester. Josh was taking some of the courses Zach had taken the year before, so he was absorbing all the hints that Zach could provide. When the conversation reached a lull, Josh leaned over and kissed Zach on the cheek. Rocking back he smiled at the smaller man. Looking at Zach's pale complexion and spiked blond hair, Josh had to chuckle, if only to himself. If he were to describe how a stereotypical gay boy looked, Zach would not miss the mark by much. Realizing his silence was making Zach uncomfortable, Josh reached over and rubbed his hands over Zach's back.

"You look good today, Zach. Good enough to eat," said Josh and then jokingly snapped his teeth at the blond boy beside him. Zach scooted closer and then leaned against Josh. Josh could tell that Zach was still a little tense, but didn't know what he might be thinking.

"What's up? You seem a little down," said Josh.

"Nah, I'm fine. Just got a lot on my plate, I guess."

Josh curled himself downward, raking his teeth over Zach's tender neck. Zach responded with a soft moan and a shudder that ran through his body. Josh whispered with a slight edge, "I'll get you nice and relaxed. And you will be so full of me that you won't have time to worry about a full plate."

Zach stiffened further and started to sputter. "Here? But we're outside. And we don't have any cond—" Zach stopped, his litany of reasons broken when he realized that they didn't use condoms any more. With an audible gulp, Zach turned his head and looked at Josh.

"Yeah, I think . . . Yeah that would be fun. I think it would be kickass to do it out in the wild countryside."

Josh chuckled at his partners stammering and then thought about what he wanted. Josh thought the idea of fucking outside was hot, but he wasn't sure how Zach felt about it. Finally his hormones making the decision for him, he leaned over and gave Josh a passionate kiss as his hand caressed the inside of his thigh. Josh's hands drifted over his slender body, tugging Zach's t-shirt out of his pants and then running his hands over his skin. Zach's breathing quickened as his levels of passion shot through the stratosphere from Josh's soft touch. 

Soon Josh had his hands inside the open front of Zach's jeans and was groping him hard while he fastened his teeth to Zach's neck. As his teeth sunk into Zach's alabaster skin, he slid his hand lower, piercing Zach's rectum with his finger and then sinking it deep inside his gut. Zach let out a high-pitched squeal of delight and immediately started rocking back and forth over Josh's finger. He grasped Josh's neck with both hands and was soon bouncing up and down on the finger as it explored him. 

Josh was moving quickly, instinctually knowing that Zach's comfort with the outdoors was going to plummet once he had shot his load. With that knowledge, Josh slowly let his finger slip out, and grinned at Zach's accompanying moan of disappointment at his sudden emptiness. Josh quickly pulled off his own shirt and then opened his pants. His tight white underwear was stretched to their limit by his massive erection and a large translucent spot marked where the head of Josh's cock was pinned. Josh ran his hand over the length of his trapped cock, while Zach watched enrapt with the tableau before him. 

Josh's nipples were rock hard and his cock was leaking like a faucet, much to Zach's delight. Once his ardor had reached a boiling point, Josh shoved down his underwear and released his fat cock, which arched upward and hit Josh's stomach with a resounding slap. With a look of lust on his face, Josh flipped Zach over and shoved his jeans down his thighs. Spreading his ass cheeks, Josh leaned in and rammed his tongue deep into Zach's pulsing hole.

"Ohgod! Fuck! Eat my ass, oh damnit eat my hole good!"

Josh pillaged Zach's ass, licking, sucking and biting him until his butt was swollen with desire. Zach had lost himself in the sex, behaving like a doe in rut. With grunts and sighs, he signaled that he was ready for his needs to be met. With a final swipe of his tongue, Josh lifted his head, planting soft kisses on Zach's ass cheeks. 

Josh's breath was coming in gasps as the excitement of the moment washed over him. With his hard cock in his hand, he moved closer to Zach and rubbed his leaking cock over Zach's exposed crack. As the spit and precum mixed, Josh pushed forward, thrilled by the sensation of tight ass around his bare cock. With a steady push, Josh was soon buried deep inside Zach, his body twitching as he tried to not unload immediately in his lovers gut. With a slow pull backwards, he scraped the swollen head of his cock over Zach's prostrate.

"Oh fuck! Yeah! Hit it again! Damn that feels good!" squealed Zach.

With that, Josh released his inner animal and power fucked Zach. Taken to the limit of his youthful endurance, he pounded the smaller boy below him. The increased sensitivity from fucking bareback was not helping Josh's staying power, but he really didn't think Zach cared, since he was a writhing pile of boy sex under him. Suddenly Zach screamed and started shooting cum over the pickup bed. His slender cock erupted with volcanic force and volume. His ass clamped around Josh's dick as his orgasm sent him into delirium. 

Driving past the edge of desire, Josh rammed himself in deep and held Zach tight as his body shook. With a final growl of release, Josh's cock started pumping Zach full of man cream. His body spasmed and twitched as the contents of his nuts pumped into Zach's gut. Over and over he shot as Josh experienced the biggest orgasm of his life. But eventually his body exhausted his supply of semen.

Wrapping his arms around Zach, he held the smaller man for a few moments, until Zach wiggled out of his arms and turned to look at him. Instead of the look of contentment he expected, Josh saw a mix of discomfort and disgust on Zach's pale face. Finally he took a deep breath and asked.

"What's wrong, Zach?"

"I gotta . . . oh god I'm so full and its leaking. Oh god Josh what do I do?"

Josh could tell the panic was setting in while he tried to decode Zach's cryptic explanation. Finally he realized that his semen was having the effect of an enema on Zach.

"I can take you back to the house. Come on!" said Josh as he started to get out of the pickup.

"No! I can't make it! Oh god Josh, whatda I do?" said Zach almost in tears.

Josh scanned around them, trying to find a spot where Zach would eliminate his problem. He motioned to a cluster of cedars. "There, go in the cedar trees. No one can see you in there."

Zach grabbed his pants and waddled to the trees. Soon sounds that could only be described as 'wet' were erupting from the trees, while Josh tried not to laugh out loud. He did shake his head in disbelief as he fished the roll of toilet paper from behind the pickup seat, knowing it was going to be requested soon. Josh had to wonder what other quirks Zach had in store for him.



Darrin hung up the phone and after a long silence Mitch turned to look at him. "What's wrong, babe? You don't look good."

Darrin paused for a few minutes, obviously trying to bring his thoughts together. Mitch waited, allowing Darrin the time he sometimes needed. After several minutes, Darrin started. "It was my sister, she and Mom want to come visit and see the ranch." He paused for a minute, obviously in shock, and then continued, "They said they wanted to come, get to spend more time with you . . . and meet Josh. I'm not sure about this, babe. You know how they are. Do you think Josh can deal with them?"

Mitch chuckled slightly. "I think Josh can deal with them better than you can. He's told off his dad, most of the town and talked us into letting him get goats. I think he'll be fine."

Darrin shook his head, the slightly sad look never leaving it. "I know, I just worry about him. He's had a rough life."

"We've all had rough lives at some point. Josh is almost 20 and he's doing fine. Better than either of us at that age. You decide if you want them to come, don't use Josh as your excuse."

Darrin sat still for several minutes as he considered Mitch's comments. Eventually he sighed, smiled slightly, and nodded his head. "Yeah, I hate to admit it, but you're right. They can come and be nice or I'll let Josh give them one of his speeches!"

Mitch chuckled and motioned Darrin over to sit beside him on the couch. They cuddled against each other in the cool winter evening as they flipped through television channels, with Mitch making cracks about various shows. Darrin laughed at his husband and took away the remote, changing it to one of the cooking shows and then laid on the couch, resting his head in Mitch's lap and pulled a blanket down from the back of the sofa over both of them. Mitch soon reached down and lightly caressed his face and then let his hand rest over his chest. Both men looked very content, and extremely happy in that moment in time.



Darrin was busy scrubbing the counters for the 12th time while Mitch was working at the computer. Mitch had warned Darrin several times that he was going to rub the color off the counters if he didn't quit. But ever since his mother and sister had called to say they were coming, he'd been a maniac about cleaning everything. Josh had even taken to closing his bedroom door so Darrin couldn't see in his room. The obsessive behavior was starting to get to both Josh and Mitch. Everyone would be happier when the two women finally arrived tomorrow.

Suddenly Mitch let out a whoop of delight that made Darrin jump and emit a most unmasculine sound. Josh even opened his bedroom door to see what was going on. Darrin tossed his cloth into the sink and walked over to see what had gotten the huge reaction from Mitch. As he got closer, Mitch looked over at him and grinned,

"Sam and Gordy are coming through and wanted to know if they could stop in and catch up. I told 'em, hell yes!"

An honest, warm smile broke out on Darrin's face for the first time since he'd gotten the news that his family was coming to visit. He missed the time the two couples had with each other and was thrilled they were coming for a visit. As he leaned against Mitch and reminisced, Josh wandered into the room. Glancing over Mitch's shoulder, Josh asked,




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"Who's Sam and Gordon?"

"Not Gordon, Gordy" said Darrin. "Although, I guess it could be short for Gordon, I never heard anyone call him anything but Gordy." Darrin sat smiling for a few minutes and then realizing he had not answered Josh's question he continued; "They're good friends from college. Gordy is another ag major and has a job in Colorado. He's basically a genius. Sam is his husband and is a computer jock. A really good one too, he kept our crappy old computers running through grad school. They're the friends who we've met a few times in Wichita Falls. They're a great couple. It'll be nice to see them again."

"They said they had a surprise for us too. But when I asked what it was, Sam said if he told us, then it wasn't a surprise," said Mitch with a laugh.

"Yeah, that sounds like Sam. Gordy wouldn't have been able to keep the secret," said Darrin with a smile. Suddenly a thought came to him and he turned to Mitch. "They aren't coming at the same time as my family are they?"

Mitch waved him down with a smirk on his face. "No, no. Calm yourself down. Your mother and sister will be long gone before they show up. I think they are going to see Sam's family over Christmas break and that's when they are stopping to see us."

Darrin let out a sigh of relief. "Good, I really want to see them. But I don't want to have to deal with more than just my mother and sister when they're here." As Josh turned to go back into his room, Darrin caught sight of the game controller in his hand. "Josh, how are the classes going? You haven't said much about how you're doing."

"It's fine. I'm about to start on the homework. It's pretty simple stuff you know," said Josh. But Darrin was not convinced when he darted immediately back into his room instead of his typical habit of talking things to death. Catching Mitch's eyes, he gave a questioning look. Mitch lifted an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders before going back to working on the computer. 



Darrin sat quietly in his chair as a large beige sedan wound its way up their driveway. He knew it had to be his mother, that car was definitely her style. Darrin just couldn't bring himself to push out of the chair to greet his mother. They were staying several days, and they weren't even staying at the ranch since the guesthouse only had the one bed. But Darrin was concerned about what they might do or say in front of Josh. He knew that Mitch thought Josh could deal with her, but Darrin wasn't so sure. As the car slowed in front of the house, he heard a pair of staccato rhythms from cowboy boots as Josh and Mitch came from the bedrooms to greet the visitors. Mitch stopped in the kitchen and motioned to him.

"Come on, babe. They're here," said Mitch.

"I know. I'm coming . . ." said Darrin with some hesitancy. When he realized that Josh was already outside, he quickly pulled on his boots and trotted toward the door. As he went through the door, he saw Josh opening the car door for his mother. Darrin's jaw dropped open in shock and apprehension as Josh wrapped his arms around Darrin's mother and gave her a warm hug. As his sister walked around the car, Josh repeated his performance with her too. 

Distantly he realized that Mitch had joined Josh and was shaking hands and giving out additional hugs while the group slowly made its way to the porch. As they moved close, his mother looked up and held out her arms.

"Do you have a hug for your mother?"

Darrin quickly stepped down and took his mother in his arms, giving her a gentle embrace. Stepping away from her, he felt a set of arms wrap around him as his sister held him for several long seconds. When she released him, Darrin gave her a glancing kiss on the forehead. Motioning everyone to precede him into the house, Darrin felt some of the tension that he'd been carrying evaporate. 

As the group settled in the living room, Darrin got out glasses and started preparing some drinks and snacks. As he was loading the tray of glasses, he heard a piercing squeal come from the living room. Spinning around to see what was happening, he knocked off a couple of glasses. With the sound of glass shattering receding, he looked to see what had gone wrong. To his shock, Josh was kneeling in front of his mother, who was lavishing Max with attention. Darrin stood in the spreading cherry lemonade, watching in shock as his mother and Josh talked about the little Border Collie. Darrin heard the crunch of glass underfoot as someone walked into the kitchen with him. Pivoting his head, he saw his sister, Dana, moving closer to him.

"I thought Mother hated dogs," said Darrin in disbelief.

Dana chuckled and shook her head. "No, Mom loves dogs. At least she does now. The only dog she really didn't like was that little poodle that her hairdresser had, the one she called a 'yap dog'."

"Well that dog was a pain," said Darrin with a chuckle. "But she's really excited about Josh's dog. I don't ever remember her getting that excited about us!"

Dana chuckled and laid her arm across Darrin's waist. "Mom has changed a lot since Dad died. I think some of the things that she did, were caused by him. I don't think it was a marriage based on love, and I'm not sure that Dad didn't abuse Mom too. I know that since he died she has changed, more and more all the time. But regardless of that, I know that there were a lot of things that Dad screwed up for me. Like my relationship with my little brother."

Darrin looked at his sister and smile, giving her a little sideways hug before dropping his arm and looking at the floor. "Well I guess I need to clean this mess up. Otherwise Max might get hurt and then I'd be disowned . . .again."

"No chance of that. But where's your mop. I'll help you get it back to its polished perfection. You know, you should relax about how your house looks or you're going to give yourself an ulcer."

Darrin stared at his sister with opened mouth astonishment as she started picking up the larger shards of glass. Moving to get a mop and broom, he was astonished at how much his family had changed in the last few years. 

After the cleanup, and the excitement caused by Max, they spent a quiet afternoon talking. Darrin was surprised that Josh chose to join in the conversation, and seemed to be getting along very well with his mother. As the afternoon moved into evening, Darrin started making supper, and Josh moved to help. As they were preparing the meal, Darrin gave Josh a sideways glance and saw a slight smile on his face.

"So, you seem to be getting along really well with my Mom," said Darrin quietly.

"Yeah, she's a nice lady. And Max likes her a lot, you know what they say, you can't fool a dog," replied Josh. "Besides, my grandmothers are both gone. I'm the youngest of the cousins so I never got to know them very well."

Darrin looked at Josh, recalling how far he had came since he had come to live with them and smiled broadly. "That's true, you can't fool a dog."

After supper the whole group was relaxing in the living room. As Mitch sighed softly over his too full stomach, Darrin's mom piped up.

"Well I need a tour! Someone needs to show me around this ranch my son and his husband own."

Before anyone else could offer, Josh chimed in "I'll show you around, Mrs. Anderson."

"Please, Call me Granma Diane, Josh."

Darrin's jaw dropped to the floor with both Mitch and Dana chuckling at the expression on his face as his mother grabbed Josh's forearm and let him escort her out of the house. As the shock wore off Darrin and he slowly followed the rest out the door, he found Mitch waiting on him. 

"I told you Josh would charm your mother," said Mitch with a smirk.

"You'll excuse me if I just stand here in shock for a few minutes," said Darrin.

Mitch laughed and wrapped his arm around Darrin, holding him close as Dana walked up and hugged him from the other side. "Sometimes people can change, Darrin. Sometimes they really can," said Dana softly as she moved to follow the other pair. 

Darrin tilted his head toward Mitch and with a knowing look said "Yes, sometimes people really can change."

The small group threaded their way through the buildings and corrals with Josh providing a running commentary for everything. Diane seemed properly impressed as they wandered through. Eventually they arrived at the goats, which Josh had purposely kept until last. He launched into a detailed explanation of the plans he had, why he'd chosen this breed and summary of the business plan for them. Diane listened carefully through Josh's explanation and when he finished, she leaned over to Josh and whispered,

"Next time come to Granma for the money. I won't charge you interest."

Mitch and Dana started laughing, and Darrin stood in stunned amazement. This was not the person who raised him; this was an old person trying to get into heaven. Actually he was starting to believe that his father really had been a huge influence and now she was starting to come out of it. After a few moments, the astonished feeling receded and Darrin started laughing along with the other two as his mother started telling stories about her experiences with goats when she was growing up. These were tales Darrin had never heard, and they soon had everyone laughing. 

As they walked back to the house, the night was slipping around them and dimming the familiar shapes. Once they'd made it back to the porch, the two women made their apologies, but said they needed to find their hotel and relax for the evening. Heart felt hugs and kisses were exchanged, and the guys stood on the porch and watch as the taillights of the car disappeared down the road. 

Mitch took Darrin by the hand and led him back into the house. Josh and Max squirted past them and sequestered themselves in Josh's room, leaving Darrin and Mitch with the house to themselves. Mitch kissed Darrin softly on the cheek and pulled him against his chest. 

"So, was it better than you imagined?" asked Mitch.

Darrin let out a snort, "Oh, hell yes! That was not my mother, I don't know how but a doppelgänger filled in for her."

Mitch chuckled and kissed Darrin again, just enjoying the intimacy. "She was much better, wasn't she? She didn't once ask 'how the gays' would do something."

Darrin chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but they're going to be here for a few days. Lets see how we're doing at the end."

Mitch nodded in agreement as they headed to their bedroom for a well-deserved night of sleep.



Everyone enjoyed an amicable time together that was marking the final day of the visit from Darrin's family. They had enjoyed a remarkably enjoyable stint, and no gaffs on either side. Josh and Diane had formed as amazing bond, and both seemed thrilled by the grandparent/grandson role they were developing. Darrin and Mitch had dwindled down in their conversation with Dana and were just listening when suddenly the conversation took an unexpected turn.

"So, Josh. Is there anyone special in your life?" asked Diane innocently.

Darrin and Mitch both tensed, wondering where this conversation was going. As Josh replied honestly and told her about Tony and Zach, they became more and more tense. Both were worried that this would be the point where Diane fell back to her old ways and did something that hurt Josh. As Josh wound down his story, both Darrin and Mitch were anxious and prepared to defend Josh.

Diane smiled once Josh finished and reached out and patted his cheek. "Well follow your heart, sometimes it knows what you need more than your brain. I can tell you from personal experience that it's not good if you are with someone for any reason other than love."

Both men spiraled into disbelief at the amazingly supportive response. After that revelation, they helped Diane and Dana to their car, and another round of affection was administered. Darrin wished his family safe travel and then stood with Mitch and Josh until the car was no longer visible. Josh looked back at them and patted Darrin on the shoulder as he walked back into the house.

"You guys need to relax. She's a very nice lady," said Josh.



Darrin and Mitch were enjoying a quiet night with a fire lit in the living room fireplace. Darrin was curled up on the couch with his head resting on Mitch's lap. They were both glad the family visit was over and were looking forward to Sam and Gordy's arrival later in the week. Josh was off on a late night study session with some of the other people from his intro class, which left the guys home with rare quiet time to enjoy. Darrin was relaxing with a book to read just for fun and Mitch was poring through the latest ranching magazine he'd gotten.

The evening stretched out in a wonderfully relaxing manner, with the pair making popcorn over the fire and having it with hot chocolate, spiked with a touch of tequila. Eventually they were feeling very mellow and turned off the lights to enjoy the peace that was surrounding them. They talked about inconsequential things and basked in each other's presence. Eventually they pulled quilts and blankets into the floor, creating a warm nest in front of the toasty fire. 

The tequila-laced chocolate had them both feeling gently romantic and they lost their clothing one piece at a time until they were nude with the fire glistening off their bare skin. When Mitch extracted himself from the warmth to throw more wood on the fire, Darrin stared openly as the muscles of Mitch's body flexed and rippled and the yellow and orange light created an otherworldly halo around him. Darrin chuckled as he watched Mitch scamper back to their nest and the warmth that Darrin had protected.

Mitch cuddled against Darrin, earning a small yelp from Darrin as his chilled body came against him. Turning slightly, Darrin gave Mitch a soft kiss.

"This is really nice, babe. I love cuddling with you like this," said Darrin.

"It is nice. Your body turns me on so much."

Darrin twisted and wrapped his arms around Mitch. They relaxed, holding each other in their arms as they kissed softly. Their hands caressed each other backs and asses, the hair on Mitch's ass cheeks rippling under Darrin's fingers. Mitch ran his fingers over Darrin's face, enjoying the wiry stiffness of his goatee. Turning Darrin's head, Mitch blew lightly in his ear, and was rewarded with a soft moan.

"Oh man, that makes me so horny, babe," said Darrin with a sigh.

Mitch chuckled and blew again gently and then whispered, "That was the general idea."

Mitch gently turned Darrin so they were spooned with Mitch chest rubbing against Darrin's back. Mitch ran his hands down Darrin's chest and then let his fingers comb through his pubic hair. Gripping his balls gently, he stretched them in his hands and enjoyed the soft moan from Darrin. His hard cock burrowed between Darrin's legs as Mitch caressed him for many long minutes. Kissing down Darrin's neck, Mitch took his husband's hard cock in his fist and slowly stroked it as he nibbled at Darrin's neck. The warmth of the fire, and their relaxed position, helped create a wonderful slow and gentle lovemaking session for the couple. 

But eventually both men wanted more. Mitch reached up and grabbed a small bottle of lube he had stashed there. Squeezing a good amount on his fingers, he lowered his hand and quickly coated Darrin's crack and ass. Mitch slowly slipped two fingers in Darrin's now slick hole and luxuriated in slowly finger fucking his husband. Darrin was pushing back against Mitch's fingers, small sounds escaping from him as the fingers slipped deeper and deeper into his gut. As Darrin's mews of pleasure built, Mitch added a third finger and soon had Darrin gasping with need.

Mitch pushed Darrin's top leg forward, exposing his hole to Mitch's exploration. After a few more slow thrusts of his fingers, both men were ready for the real thing. Mitch positioned his cock against Darrin's well-opened ass and slowly slid deep inside him. With his hands continuing to caress and fondle Darrin, Mitch started to slow fuck him. Requiring little effort from either of them, the gentle thrusts were building a heat in each of them that was wonderful. The tides of their passion built and ebbed as time passed during their lovemaking. Mitch's skin was awash with sensations as they caressed each other. 

Even at their slow pace, the edging eventually sent them over the top. Mitch grunted loudly and buried himself deep in Darrin as he started unloading. His body convulsed as the tremors of orgasm rolled over him continually. His cock shot deep inside Darrin, squirting until the excess was oozing out around Mitch's still hard cock. Mitch slid his hands around Darrin's torso and wrapped them around Darrin's cock. As he began stroking Darrin's manhood, his husband began to whimper with the need for release. 

With only a few slow strokes, Darrin let out a loud groan and his hole gripped tight around Mitch's dick. Mitch slid his hand up and drove his thumb against the underside of Darrin's cock head. The added sensation drove Darrin over the edge.

"Oh, oh, fuck! Yes, here it comes!" Darrin groaned through the climax.

Darrin's cock started heaving, hurling thick strands of cum over his body and the bedding. His orgasm continued until he was covered with white strands of cum. With a final small ejaculation, Darrin groaned and moved back against Mitch. Mitch wrapped his arms around Darrin and pulled him tight. Darrin's warm cum slid under his hands as he enjoyed the sensation of chest hair matting with semen. The fireplace was burning lower and the reflection of the hot coals over Darrin's wet chest was incredibly attractive to Mitch. Leaning in, he kissed Darrin on the cheek.

"You are so fuck'n hot. I don't ever want to think about my life without you," said Mitch tenderly.

"Don't worry about it, handsome. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other," replied Darrin with a smile. 

The two cuddled together for a few more minutes, until Mitch's cock softened and slipped out of Darrin's well-used butt. With a sigh, Darrin turned his head to Mitch and kissed him softly. "I think we better clean up. It's after midnight and Josh could be home anytime."

"Yeah, unfortunately you're right," said Mitch as he climbed to his feet. "Let's grab the bedding and throw it in the bedroom. I think we need a shower before we do anything else."

Darrin laughed and ran his hand over his chest and it's hardening crust of jizz. "Yeah, and soon. Before this shit dries any more and gets even harder to get off"

Mitch gave a laugh of agreement, and then grabbed an armful of blankets, snagged Darrin's wrist and headed for the bedroom.



Darrin had been eagerly waiting for Sam and Gordy's arrival for weeks now. They had finally agreed to spend the night at the ranch after much badgering from Darrin, who was pulling out all the stops in preparing for them. The first night he was cooking huge T-bone steaks in honor of their night out on the town after he had passed his orals, marking a critical hurtle to finishing his doctorate degree. Over the last year Darrin and Mitch had done a few improvements to the house as they could afford it. One of the changes that Darrin was very pleased with right now was a new high-end stove with a built in grill. In addition, they had pecan pie and brownies from the café and Darrin was preparing all the things that he could remember the two of them liking. 

The incredible amount of work Darrin had invested in the meal resulted in his typical over-abundance of food. Checking the marinating steak for the 20th time, he looked at his watch to calculate when each item had to go in so it would be ready when they arrived. Finally satisfied with all the preparations, he opened the fridge and decided he was going to indulge in one of the imported beers he'd bought for the occasion. As he cracked open the beer, he heard the door open as Josh and Mitch came inside after finishing the last of the mid-winter chores. Sipping the beer, he walked out and watched as the two men stripped off layer after layer of clothing until they again resembled humans. 




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Darrin chuckled when Mitch gave his beer a forlorn look, and then handed it over to Mitch, who promptly took a huge swig. 

"Come on you two, you both stink. Go get a shower. They're going to be here soon!" said Darrin.

Mitch turned with an innocent look and started. "But I thought you l—"

Darrin slapped a hand over Mitch's mouth while Josh walked off snickering. Turning Mitch without ever releasing his mouth, he swatted his ass and pushed him toward the bedroom. "No talking, go."

Darrin soon heard water running in both bathrooms and did the final preparations for the evening. Josh came back in first, in new jeans and a pressed shirt, looking particularly good. "Is Zach coming tonight?" asked Darrin.

"No, he said he's working on a final project with one of the other guys in the class. So he can't make it."

"Oh, ok," said Darrin, "And how are your classes going?"

"Fine. Just fine," said Josh quickly. Glancing out the door he saw his reprieve. "I think your friends are here."

Darrin glanced out the window and saw that Josh was right, Gordy and Sam had arrived. "Hey Mitch! They're here!" shouted Darrin as he headed for the door. Pulling on a heavy coat and a pair of work boots, he went to meet their friends. Darrin had to smile as he watched Gordy uncoil his large, ex-linebacker frame from behind the wheel of their car while Sam was fussing with something in the back seat. 

As Darrin walked out on the porch he froze in place when he heard a very foreign noise wafting through the air, the sound of a baby crying. After a moment, Darrin realized it was coming from the car, and he stared intently at their friends. Darrin watched in disbelief as the two men maneuvered into the back seat, each emerging with a small, tightly bundled object cradled in their arms. Darrin felt Josh rush past him to help and watched as he took the bags from Gordy and Sam and helped them to the door. Once they reached the porch, there was a madcap scramble for a few seconds as everyone tried to get through the doorway.

Darrin motioned them to the living room, still in shock over the revelation of babies. He watched silently as the two men unwrapped their precious packages and were soon holding two writhing toddlers in their arms. The two children were squirming to be put down, and Darrin was able to do little more than just stare. Max came walking into the room and immediately joined the group and started sniffing the newcomers, to the delight of the kids. Darrin was relieved to hear Mitch opening the bedroom door. Looking up as Mitch walked in, toweling his hair, he grinned when his normally caviler husband froze at the sight of the kids.

"Holy fuck!" spouted Mitch without thinking. But before either father could scold him about the gaff, he turned red and was apologizing profusely. "Oh cr—, I mean shoot. I'm sorry I didn't mean to fu— Mess up." Mitch took a deep breath and then looked at Sam and Gordy. "So, I guess you're dad's now."

Mitch's stumbling entry loosened everyone up as the laughter filled the room. Soon the two kids were in a pile with Max, under Josh's careful supervision, and the two couples were catching up.

"So why didn't you tell us you were having kids? They look so cute, how did you . . ." said Darrin, wanting to know but not wanting to intrude on a private family matter.

Gordy chuckled and started to explain. "We'd talked about it for the last couple of years of college. Both of us wanted kids, but we weren't sure how good we would be at being parents. I mean, we both had friends in high school and college that knocked up a girl, and none of those worked out very well for anyone involved." Gordy looked at Sam, who nodded almost imperceptibly. "But then we were talking about it with Sam's sisters, and his baby sister offered to donate the eggs. It was a huge step for everyone, and at first Sam's family was furious and threatened all kinds of crap if we went through with it. But Susan can be very determined when she sets her mind to it, and before too long the family realized that it was not something perverted, that I wasn't going to have sex with Sam's sister." Gordy shuttered dramatically and made a look of disgust, to everyone's amusement. "So then it was just a matter of finding a surrogate mother and waiting the nine months for the little darlings to hatch."

Darrin looked at the two little strawberry blond toddlers. "So they are . . ."

"Part of both of us, literally. My sperm fertilized Sam's sisters eggs." Gordy look at Darrin in amusement. "Surely the red hair was a tiny bit of a clue. I mean, you have had genetics classes, actually I seem to remember that you teach it at the place called a university."

Mitch and Josh chuckled as Darrin put a scowl on his face. But after a few seconds he too was laughing and watching the two children who were now exploring Max's face with their pudgy little fingers. "Ok, at the risk of getting made fun of again, two girls, two boys, one of each?"

"Two boys. For some odd reason they seem to be off the top of the scale for growth rate for eight month old boys too. Go figure. They're just starting to crawl and pull themselves up. They take after their dad," laughed the former college linebacker.

"Which dad?" asked Mitch with a chuckle.

Gordy gave a rich laugh. "I'll leave that for you to work out." 

The conversation continued in their typical friendly manner for the rest of the evening. The twins played with Max until all three of them were exhausted, and had fallen asleep. Josh had helped Sam bring in the kid's things as everyone started to wind down. The guys suddenly realized the plans they had for the couple wouldn't work any longer.

Mitch started, "Ah guys, we were going to give you the guest house, but it started life as the house for the hired help, and isn't big enough for all four of you."

"Don't worry about it, Mitch," said Sam, "We'll go get a hotel room for the night. It's not a big deal."

"Nonsense!" said Darrin, "Leave the kids with us, they're already asleep after wrestling with Max all night. Then you guys can have the other house. I'm sure you wouldn't mind a night of quiet for a change."

Gordy looked at Sam, and shrugged his shoulders. After resisting for a few seconds, Sam's shoulders slumped. "Ok, if you're sure," said Sam. "Actually, we haven't had a night away from the twins since they were born."

"Then it's settled! You guy's get a dad's night off, and we can take care of two little boys."

Gordy beamed at Sam and the two thankfully accepted the gift. Darrin and Mitch reassured them continually as they gave the three adults the toddler's schedule. Finally, with promises to wake them if they needed help, the two grabbed their bags and hurried across the driveway to the guesthouse. Darrin watched out the window until the couple had gotten inside safely and then turned back to Mitch and Josh. With a smile on his face he laughed and said to Mitch, "This will be a cakewalk! What could two little babies do?"



Gordy and Sam stood in the small house, staring at each other with looks of disbelief. Darrin and Mitch had no idea what a gift they had given the pair. They loved their kids dearly, but the day after day with little privacy and no energy was starting to take it's toll on them. They quickly looked through the tiny house, realizing it wasn't much larger than a small apartment, but thrilled that they were able to have it to themselves, even for just one night. They carefully placed the bags in the bedroom and then moved back to checkout the kitchen. Darrin had said they had stocked it for the couple, but they were shocked to see everything they'd ever mentioned that they liked in the way of food. Gordy spied a can of whipped cream, grabbed it from the fridge and leered at Sam.

"I don't know about you, but I'm suddenly not tired at all!"

Sam laughed and put his hand on his muscular husbands chest. "Given the choice between sex and sleep, I know which one you would pick every time. But I'm grimy and need a shower, and so you do. Why don't we rinse off real quick and then see what we feel like doing."

Without a word Gordy lowered his over six-foot frame and picked up Sam, carrying him into the bathroom. Sitting him down on the counter, he started undressing his husband, an urgency to his touch as the weeks of abstinence partially drove his actions. Looking at Sam in the bright bathroom light, he ran his hand over the red scruff on Sam's face. As he combed his fingers through Sam's hair, letting it drift through his fingers, Sam moaned softly, missing Gordy's strong touch.

Gordy continued undressing Sam, loving the sight of his pale translucent skin each time like it was the first time he'd seen it. Soon he had stripped Sam, except for a tight pair of low-rise briefs that barely covered the hard cock that was obviously trying to escape. Jumping to the floor, Sam started returning the sensual undressing as he stripped Gordy. His hands were even more demanding than Gordy's as he moved down his husband's smooth chest. He took his nipple in his mouth and bit down hard, causing Gordy to gasp as the pain and pleasure coursed through his body. Once he had worked each nipple into a hard, red nub, Sam reached lower and unfastened Gordy's pants. Even though his husband towered over him, Sam was obviously the one in charge. He soon had Gordy nude, his legs spread as wide as possible while his torso was braced against the bathroom counter. Sam always found it sexy that Gordy was largely hairless on his torso, but his legs and ass were a forest of masculine hair. Sam pulled out his rampantly hard cock and rubbed it against Gordy's exposed hole. He slid back his long foreskin, precum pouring from it and onto Gordy's ass crack. 

Sam rubbed his cock up and down Gordy's crack, coating it with thick fluid. Moving closer he sunk two fingers into Gordy's butt, which sucked them deep inside. As he forcefully finger fucked his man, Sam started slapping Gordy's ass, leaving a vivid red mark with each slap. Sam judged carefully, knowing that he could drive Gordy to cum with just this. So once Gordy's ass was cherry red, he turned on the shower, filling the small room with steam. He pulled Gordy to him and kissed him hard.

"Come on, stud. Let's get cleaned up."

They climbed into the small shower together and Sam squirted shower gel into his palm. He gently washed Gordy, carefully cleaning every millimeter of hot body. As he moved to his ass, Sam let his soapy finger dip into Gordy's hole. Rubbing it in circles soon had Gordy moaning and his cock twitching in anticipation. Sam squatted in the shower and washed down Gordy's legs and feet, enjoying the rough texture of his hairy legs. Sam had always loved heavily muscled men and Gordy certainly fulfilled that requirement. He let his fingertips explore the slopes and muscular demarcations that covered Gordy's massive body. Finishing up by washing his feet, Sam felt Gordy lift him to his feet and then pressed his lips against Sam's in a smoldering touch.

With his scorching kiss, Gordy began to wash Sam. The shower gel coated the thick red hair between his pecs, causing its deep red coloration to tint toward pink. While not the muscular physique that Gordy sported, Sam was toned. Gordy had always thought red heads were hot, and the flame red plush covering Sam's body certainly qualified. As he moved lower, he found the object of his desire, Sam's long thick uncut cock. Even hard it was heavy enough that it hung low between his legs. Gordy would never forget his surprise the first time he had unwrapped that monster, but with time Sam had converted him from a confirmed top, to someone who liked to take as much, or more, than he liked to give. 

Gordy slid back his foreskin, exposing his deep red cock head. He carefully washed around the rim, Sam's breath coming in gasps and his knees buckling each time he did. Sliding his hands lower, he lovingly washed Sam's nuts, as the soapy water cascaded from the red tangle of hair gathered at the bottom of Sam's scrotum, Gordy slid his hand between Sam's thighs to wash his ass. Soaping it carefully, he teased Sam by sliding his thick finger over his opening, causing a sharp intake of air from Sam. Knowing that Sam was as randy as he was, Gordy quickly continued downward until he had finished washing his husband's body.

Gordy took the handheld shower and rinsed them both quickly. Grabbing towels, they stepped from the shower into the steam-shrouded room. They quickly toweled each other off, even the sensation of the rough cloth heightening their levels of desire. As soon as they were dry they moved into the bedroom, locked in a passionate embrace. Assuming domination again, Sam pushed Gordy to the bed. He smiled and rolled face down, his crotch on the edge of the bed, his thick muscular thighs spread wide and braced on the floor. Gordy closed his eyes, humping the bed in his aroused state as he waited for Sam to take him.

Sam looked at Gordy's exposed position for no more than a second before he was rummaging through their bag. Pulling out a small bottle of baby oil, he quickly coated Gordy's ass, slicking down his ass hair with the liquid. Unable to wait longer, Sam ran his wet hand down his cock, coating it from tip to balls with oil. Moving forward, he slapped Gordy's ass hard once, twice and then rammed himself into Gordy.

"Oh yes! Take me, breed me!" said Gordy through a gasp of pain and pleasure.

Sam grabbed Gordy's waist with his long, slender hands and bred him like a stud breeds his mate. The smaller man was obviously enjoying his role as the dominant partner as he fucked Gordy hard, slapping his ass as he fucked his tight muscle hole. Gordy pressed back with each thrust, needing to have Sam's massive member deep inside him, hitting places no one else had ever been able to find. Sam's massive cock head plowed across Gordy's prostate with each hard thrust. Gordy tensed and provided delicious friction each time he did. Soon the winter chill of the room was a needed element to keep them from overheating. The time, the desire, the need to reconnect, everything drove Sam to fuck harder and deeper than he could ever remember. 

Sam's cock seemed to grow, gaining in length and thickness as his climax built. When his rock hard cock slammed into Gordy again, it triggered a chain reaction in both men. Gordy's orgasm started, causing his muscles to contract, trapping Sam's thrusting cock as it tried to push through pure muscle, providing that extra stimulation that drove Sam over the top. Grabbing Gordy's shoulders for leverage, he forced his cock deep inside his man and unloaded weeks of cum. His cock flooded Gordy's gut with white hot semen, his body twisting and convulsing as screams of pleasure burst from his mouth.

Gordy's body responded in kind, the hot jizz and the forceful entry triggering his climax. Gordy could feel his prostate harden and grow, Sam's cock scrapping over it and causing unbelievable pleasure to course through his body. The full body orgasm Gordy experienced was far beyond the simple discharge of semen through a hard cock. His mind reeled as waves of delight rushed over him again and again. Only after long minutes of mind-blowing orgasm did Gordy realized that Sam was laying on top of him, gasping for breath, his hard cock still buried inside of Gordy's well fucked hole.

Mentally thinking he owed Darrin and Mitch big time for the gift of alone time for him and Sam, he rolled gently so that Sam was deposited on the bed, and began round two of their sexual reawakening.



"Oh my god! Why are they screaming," demanded Mitch, a note of desperation in his voice.

"I don't know! Don't you think I'd fix it if I knew!" snapped Darrin.

"It's been hours. We're going to have to call the guys. I can't take this much longer. How long can these kids scream?"

"What's going on?" asked Josh sleepily.

Both men's heads snapped around as Josh stumbled from his room. Finally, stating the obvious, Mitch said, "We can't get the kids to stop crying. We've tried everything!"

"Do they need changed, or fed?" asked Josh with a yawn.

"What?" said Darrin.

Josh shook his head and took the child from Darrin. Sticking his finger inside the leg opening, he looked at Darrin. "He's wet. And I bet he's hungry."

Josh changed one child, and then the other. Handing them back to Darrin and Mitch, he gave them instructions on how to feed them based on the instructions he remembered from taking care of his cousins. Then with a huge yawn, Josh stumbled into his room to go back to his peaceful sleep.

Darrin and Mitch followed Josh's advice and soon had the kids fed and quiet. Sitting in two of the living room chairs, they gently rocked the twins to sleep.

Hours later, Gordy and Sam quietly slipped into the house, knowing they were going to catch hell for their late night sexual antics and the subsequent late morning sleep. But as they walked into the living room, they found their friends with their children asleep on their chests. With quiet chuckles they lifted the waking little ones and carried them to another room so their sitters could sleep in peace.



Darrin and Mitch were lying in bed the night after Gordy and Sam had left with their little family. It had seemed deafeningly quiet after the days of activity and people. Darrin and Mitch both enjoyed the babies, but neither was certain how they felt about that kind of step for their family. After an hour or so of companionable relaxation while both read quietly, Darrin finally laid his book on this lap and let out a sigh.

"Do you want babies?" asked Darrin.

Mitch turned to him with no surprise at all. "I thought Gordy and Sam's kids were great."

"That wasn't what I asked. Do you want us to have babies?"

Mitch let out a low sigh. "You may not like this answer, but no. I don't think Josh is going to be the last kid who needs a place to recover, and I'm fine with that. But I can't imagine raising two little babies and juggling everything else we do."

Darrin blew out his held breath and shook his head. "Yeah, as much as I'd like to argue with you, I can't really imagine how Sam and Gordy deal with the constant demands on their time. It was great to see them, but I'm ready to have our quiet little family back."

Mitch pulled Darrin to him and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Disappointed?"

Darrin kissed Mitch back and pulled him tight against his chest. "Sure, a little. But we have to do what's best for us."

Mitch cradled Darrin and smiled. "The way our luck runs, we'll have another mouth to feed before we know what hit us."



Sheriff White Cloud killed the engine on his patrol car and glided into the thick brush. Every kid in the county knew this was a hot spot to hide and make out, yet it always amazed the sheriff that it never seemed to occur to them that it had been the hot spot for 50 years, so it was hardly a secret. He didn't really enjoy intruding on what he considered to be none of his business, he did it because it was better for him to find them and break up the heated action rather than the parents. And occasionally, just occasionally, someone was here and really didn't want to be. Those were happy to get a ride home from him.

Walking quietly through the trees, he spotted the dark outline of a car in the deep haze of the shadowed night. Something about this seemed like more than kids trying to get away for some action, so he flipped the strap off his revolver in preparation. As Jim walked closer, he could hear the faint wet sound of sex. He hated it when the couple was in the throes of passion when he found them, but he wasn't going to ignore them either. Pulling his heavy flashlight from his belt he rapped its metal case hard against the glass.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 10



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.



Mitch sat quietly in the living room. Anyone who knew Mitch, even passing acquaintances, would recognize this as not normal. But the wait for the caseworker to return with Trent was wearing on his nerves. Darrin was working late at the university, and Josh stayed to get help from Zach on some classwork. Both of them perfectly reasonable explanations, but Mitch really didn't buy either excuse. He thought they were staying away intentionally so they didn't have to deal with Trent after his physical. He couldn't really blame them, he didn't see any way this was going to go well.

Mitch let out a sigh and propped his boots on the table, a habit Darrin had almost broken. But right now, he didn't care. He was tense, apprehensive and desperately wanted a beer so he could relax a little. But somehow he didn't think it would be good to smell of alcohol when the caseworker arrived with Trent. The new kid was already cornering off with Josh, the two of them going at each other like two old tomcats. Every time they had to work together, it exploded into an argument. Mitch was just happy it hadn't devolved into an actual fist fight, at least not yet. Trent seemed to recognize that he was at a disadvantage in size and muscle, as Josh definitely outsized Trent. Not taller, they were similar heights, but Josh was certainly the more muscular of the two. Mitch was just glad they had the guesthouse for Trent to live in; otherwise the bickering between the two young males would have been unbearable.

Darrin had been surprised that Trent hadn't ran away the first night, but Mitch wasn't. Trent had to be smarter than he let on, or he wouldn't have survived on the streets – his survival instincts were working just fine. Trent understood that being fed and given a warm place to sleep, and a whole house to himself, was a sweet deal. Mitch did have to laugh a little at the tough guy persona Trent was putting out, given that he looked 14 at most. But Mitch trusted the sheriff, who said Trent would be 17 in a few days. The one thing even Mitch was finding tiring was Trent's use of 'fuck' for punctuation. As Mitch started to speculate on how he might get Trent to clean up the language, he heard a car door slam shut. In spite of himself, Mitch had to chuckle. Trent was certainly not subtle.

Hoisting himself off the couch, Mitch made it to the door just in time for it to jump open and Trent to blast past him with a black look on his face. Turning back, he got a crooked smile from the caseworker as she handed Mitch a handful of small white bags. Mitch looked over the sacks that he recognized as prescription bags, and looked back at the worker, who seemed perfectly happy to not step into the house from which increasingly loud noises were coming.

"I take it the tests didn't go well," said Mitch quietly.

"They could have been worse. He tested negative for HIV, but he'll need to have a follow up test in six months. Unfortunately, like a lot of these kids, he has Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. They seem to think if they don't have anal sex, they're safe from STD's. Fortunately, both are treatable. Just follow the instructions on the prescriptions. Unfortunately, he was also on the streets long enough to have a bad case of head lice. The shampoo for them is in the other bag, you'll need to use the comb on his hair too because—"

Mitch held up his hand to stop her. "I know about the nits. And with his hair, it's going to be a pain to get them all. Anything else we need to know?"

The caseworker let out a sigh. "He's been abused. But he told the doctor that he's never had anal sex. He does have some nasty scars, some new and some older. Frankly, Mr. McRichards, he's got a lot of psychological damage and I'm not sure you and your partner are the best ones to help him. But Sheriff White Cloud seems to think that you two are exactly what he needs, and his opinion carries a lot of weight around our office."

Mitch gave the worker a piercing look and paused for an extended time before replying. "He's welcome here as long as he wants to stay. It's amazing how helpful a little unconditional love can be, and empathy from someone who's been in a similar situation."

"Maybe. But he's still a minor and I will be checking to make sure he isn't being abused in your house. Some foster family compositions are more successful than—"

Mitch stopped her with a fierce look. "Don't you dare. I swear to God I won't be responsible for what I say or do if you finish that thought. That a professional child advocate would buy into the lie that gay men routinely abuse children, well it pisses me off no end." Mitch paused for a minute, bridling his thoughts and mouth, and continued, "Do you have anything else . . . Miss?"

The caseworkers lips formed a hard line, as her eyes became slits. "No, but as I said. I will be back. And there will be surprise visits."

"Come as often as you like," said Mitch with his arms crossed.

Without a word the woman turned and walked back to her car. Mitch continued to watch until she had left their property and then turned back with a soft sigh, knowing now he had to deal with Trent.

Walking into the living room, he found Trent standing in the middle of the room looking very defiant. Before Mitch could speak, Trent spat out "I didn't sit on your fuck'n precious furniture, since I'm all fuck'n infested with fuck'n lice." Trent took in a deep breath and Mitch could almost swear there was a slight shudder. "I've got the fuck'n clap too. Goddamn it! I never let the fuckers screw me. I thought that would fuck'n keep me from fuck'n git'n it." Trent's face hardened as he turned to challenge Mitch. "So are you fuck'n git'n rid of me now? Cause now you know I'm diseased so I won't make a decent boy toy for ya."

For the second time in so many minutes, Mitch actually wanted to hit someone and this time it was Trent. Mitch knew he was just pushing the same buttons the DHS worker had already hit pretty hard. But Mitch quickly quailed his anger, realizing this was Trent's method of dealing with the problem. Mitch took a deep breath and began.

"No, you're not getting thrown out. You're also never, and I repeat never, going to have sex with either of us. You have some diseases and parasites; fortunately they're all treatable. You need to shower using the lice shampoo, and I'll wash all your bedding and clothes and take care of anything else in the dryer to kill the lice." Mitch looked Trent directly in the eyes and continued, "I'm sure it will be nice to not have it burn every time you piss, and for your head to not itch all the time. We don't know what you've been through, but no one in this house is going to judge you for what has happened."

Trent flicked his head, his hair lifting up to briefly reveal two eyes and then replied. "I don't fuck'n care what you and your boyfriend fuck'n think cause I'm just fuck'n staying here until something fuck'n better—"

Mitch stopped him with a hand motion. "Can you fuck'n say fuck'n a fuck'n sentence fuck'n without fuck'n saying fuck'n fuck'n every fuck'n time you fuck'n say a fuck'n word?"

Trent screwed his face up in distain. "Yeah, I can talk without say'n fuck'n. But why should I fuck'n care?"

"Well, because you sound like a 12 year old who just learned the word and is using it to shock adults. Give it a break, Trent. I've been say'n fuck since before you were born. And actually I bet you can't stop saying it because now it's a habit," said Mitch. He got a little glimmer in his eyes that Trent would years later recall with humor. "Actually, that's exactly what I'll do. If you can keep from saying fuck or anything like it for the next week, I'll get you new clothes. Jeans, shirts, undies, the whole thing."

Trent glanced down at his threadbare clothing, obviously intrigued. "And what if I lose? Do I have to give you head or something?"

Mitch ground his jaw briefly and then let the frustration go and ignored the blatant dig. "I have an 80 acre pasture that needs cross fencing. The corner posts have to be dug by hand since we can't get a tractor in there. So you can dig them."

Trent looked at him and considered the offer. He'd been on the street for months and had barely existed on what he got from tricks. Boorman's money would have been the most he'd gotten in weeks, but that had evaporated when they had been caught. He really did want new clothes, and he thought he could keep from dropping the F bomb for a week.

"A'right, it's a deal. I don't say fuck for a week around you, and I get new clothes," stated Trent.

"And if you do, then you're going to spend a day digging postholes in some of the worst clay on this ranch," said Mitch.

"Yeah, whatever," said Trent with flick of his hair.

Mitch held out his hand. "It's a bet then. Starting now, no fuck from your mouth in front of any of us."

"Oh fuck no! That wasn't the deal! I just fuck'n had to do it with you! I'm not fuck'n watch'n it with all three of ya!"

"That's the deal. All three of us, or nothing," said Mitch with a firm look on his face.

Trent looked at Mitch, calculating his chances and then made a counter proposal. "When I win, I get three sets of clothes."

Mitch twisted his mouth slightly as he seemed to consider the offer, when actually he was trying to keep from laughing. He'd planned all along to buy Trent more clothes, so this would be a great way to get them without Trent feeling they were a gift. After an appropriate pause so Trent would think he was considering the offer, Mitch agreed.

"Ok, three sets of clothes. I think that's fair. But if you slip even once around any of us, then you're digging fence posts." Mitch stuck his hand back out again. "Agreed?"

Trent looked at Mitch tentatively and finally took his hand and shook it.

Having saved his ears from Trent's verbal assault for at least a short while, Mitch moved on the more immediate problem. Pointing Trent to a kitchen chair, Mitch emptied the medications on the table and started going through each of them with Trent. Filling a glass with water he handed Trent his first doses. After he'd swallowed all the pills, Mitch again stressed that if he didn't take them all, and according to the instructions, they could come back. Having gone through the easiest part of the discussion, Mitch plowed on to the second.

"This is the shampoo with the stuff in it to kill lice, just follow the directions. Once you've finished, you'll have to comb through your hair with the comb that comes with it and get out the nits. That's going to take some time with your long hair," said Mitch.

Trent took the box from Mitch, glancing through the directions, he turned back with an unreadable look. "What are nits?"

"It's what they call lice eggs. The lice attach them to the hair shafts so they're hard to get out. But if you don't, they'll hatch and you will have to do this all over again." Mitch tried not to grimace as he continued. "If you want, I can help you comb them out."

"No! You're not f— You're not touching me!" shouted Trent.

"Ok, ok! Calm down. I was just offering," said Mitch.

"I don't need your, damn, help."

Mitch held up his hands and nodded. "Good enough. Let's get you in the shower and I'll throw your clothes in the washer."

Mitch ushered the boy into bathroom and adjusted the shower for him. Trent looked at it for several seconds, and then began unceremoniously striping in front of Mitch. At first taken aback, Mitch quickly chalked it up to Trent's recent life. Mitch was shocked at how skinny the kid was. He could easily count each rib. When his pants fell to the floor, his impression was amplified due to the hollow cheeks of Trent's butt, the sharp bones of his hips and his emaciated legs and calves. Mitch was also slightly surprised at the elaborate, and intricate, tattoo covering one of Trent's shoulders. The boy stepped into the shower without a backward glance, for which Mitch was happy. Grabbing the small pile of clothes to wash, he left a large towel on the side of the shower. 

While Trent was cleaning up, Mitch went to the guesthouse, stripped the bed and threw everything into the washer. The pillows he ran through a hot dryer to sanitize them. Finally satisfied that everything that needed to be cleaned, was being cleaned, Mitch went back to see how Trent was doing. He quietly walked to the door to find the boy standing in the middle of the bathroom with the huge towel wrapped around him, struggling to get the nit comb through his shoulder length hair. Mitch started to offer to help again, but stopped himself and went back into the living room. Mitch listened to Trent struggle to get the comb through his hair for most of an hour. Eventually Trent walked into the living room and Mitch looked up.

"I can't get this damn comb through my hair. What happens if I miss something?" said Trent without a sign of emotion.

"Then we'll have to do it again. We'll need to check in a few days to see if you have gotten them all anyway," replied Mitch.

Trent struggled to pull the comb through again, but this time it didn't move. Looking at Mitch with a stoic look on his face Trent asked, "What if I cut the shit off?"

"Your hair?" asked Mitch, more than a little shocked that Trent had suggested it.

"Yeah, cut it off."

"Well, it would be a lot easier. Depending on how short you cut it," explained Mitch.

"You got something to do it with?" asked Trent.

"Yeah, I have a pair of clippers. You sure you want to do that?" said Mitch.

"Yeah, cut the shit off. I'm tired of my head itch'n," said Trent.

"Ok, I'll get the clippers then," said Mitch. A few minutes later Mitch returned with the shears and a handful of guards. "How long do you want to cut it? I've got a few guards to keep it all the same length."

Trent looked up and unconsciously flicked his head, moving his hair for what would probably be the last time for a long time. "How long is yours?"

Mitch raised his eyebrows, "About a 1/2 an inch."

"Yeah, do mine the same then."

"Ok, I can help if you'd like," said Mitch.

"Fu— No. I don't need any help from anyone."

Mitch silently attached the half-inch comb and handed it to Trent. He watched silently as the young man walked to the mirror and plugged in the clippers. The low buzz filled the room as Trent stood there looking at it for several minutes. Just as Mitch was about to offer to help Trent comb out the eggs again, the boy plunged the clippers down the middle of his head and a thick swath of hair hit the floor. Mitch watched silently as Trent ran the blades over his head again and again until it was sheared clean. Running his hand over his bare head, Trent said something too quietly for Mitch to hear.

"What?" asked Mitch.

"I said I haven't had my hair like this since I got thrown out. The johns like twinks, twinks don't have buzz cuts."

Mitch walked up behind the emaciated young man and without a word took the clippers from his hand and cleaned up the haircut. With his hair this short it took next to no time to do the necessary combing. Mitch was cleaning up everything when Trent started to leave, and paused. Mitch looked up, wondering what was about to happen, and almost missed the softly said gratitude. 

"Thanks."

"No problem. Anytime," said Mitch with a smile. 

Mitch finished cleaning up the bathroom, sanitizing everything that might be hiding parasites. Eventually satisfied that even Darrin would be ok with the level of cleanliness, he tossed the last of the towel into a pile that was going into the washer next. He found Trent sitting quietly in the living room, slowly running his hand over his short-cropped head. Looking at him, Mitch had to chuckle at the forlorn look he knew only too well. 

"Yeah, it feels funny at first. But you'll get use to it." Mitch almost laughed at the scowl he got, and then he continued. "Your clothes will be ready soon. Do you want something to eat?"

Trent look at him, unconsciously making the same head flip even through his hair was gone. "Yeah, I'm fu—, I'm starving."

Mitch quietly made Trent a pile of sandwiches and sat them in front of him. As he devoured the first one, Mitch asked what he wanted to drink.

"Do you have DP? I love Dr. Pepper!"

Mitch chuckled as he opened the fridge to the row after row of Dr. Pepper that Josh kept well stocked. "Yeah, I think we have a few."





Zach and Josh had started the evening with Zach helping Josh with homework, but it hadn't taken too long before they had started making out. Zach thought his boyfriend was incredibly good looking. Anyone would be crazy not to think he was eye candy, but their relationship was becoming more and more strained. The sex was hot, but some things that Josh seemed to really enjoy, Zach didn't. But Zach didn't want to give up. He knew that Josh had stopped asking for things during sex that he enjoyed, and Zach didn't want that either. So he had decided to try again, knowing that it would make Josh happy if he could do it.

As their make out session progressed, Zach became the aggressor. His teeth, lips and hands danced across Josh's receptive body. He tore Josh's shirt from his chest, sinking his teeth into Josh's shoulders and neck, leaving behind a lusty necklace of dark marks. Josh moaned his appreciation for the boyfriend he barely recognized. Zach's nails left parallel crimson lines down Josh's pale chest as his tongue hungrily tasted down Josh's torso. Once he reached the object of his lust, he rose up, smiling at the large wet spot marking the head of Josh's cock, showing the degree of his stimulation. Zach ripped down Josh's zipper and was surprised when Josh's hard cock jumped from the opening. A low rumble of appreciation rose from Zach's throat marking his enjoyment of Josh's little display of freeballing. 

Zach took Josh's swollen dick deep in his throat, then lashing it with his tongue as he slowly lifted his head. He worked his tongue into Josh's slit, frantically sucked down the boy juice flowing from it. Zach yanked off Josh's pants, sending them flying against the wall to slide into a pool of denim at the base of it. Standing between Josh's legs, Zach reached down and grabbed Josh by the nuts and pulled them tight, tugging them until small moans of pain and pleasure emerged from his boyfriend mouth. Acknowledging the lusty effect it was having on Josh, Zach pulled them tight in his scrotum and then slapped them, getting a pained yelp from Josh, followed rapidly by a soft sigh of arousal. 

After several hard slaps with similar results, Zach stepped back and quickly stripped. Moving in, he pushed Josh's legs forward until he saw his tight brown hole winking at him. Zach's typical aversion to rimming was overridden for once by his aggression. Kneeling on the floor, he pried open Josh's ass and licked. The taste was clean and slightly salty with sweat. Drilling his tongue inside Josh, he started loosening the larger man's hole. Plunging his tongue deeper inside, Zach started eating out Josh's butt. His stiffened tongue dove in again and again as Josh's moans escalated. Soon both of them were enveloped in sensual jolts that were driving Zach over the edge. 

Lifting his head from Josh's ass, Zach positioned himself to plow deep into Josh's gut. Zach aimed his dick at Josh's ass and shoved himself completely inside with one thrust. Josh let out a deep moan, his body shuddering with overwhelming sensations. Zach pressed hard against Josh's legs, bending him almost in half. Jackhammered his straining cock hard into Josh's ass, Zach's bare dick rocketed in and out of Josh's gut, its tight grip driving him to the edge of his limits. With his legs shaking, Zach dropped slightly and plunged in again, hitting Josh's sweet spot.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 10



The strike against his prostate proved to be the final sensation to push Josh over. His muscles contracted as his cock exploded white cream over his chest. Josh's cock flexed over and over again, shooting long lines of translucent cream over his chest. Josh emitted growls of satisfaction as the final wave of pleasure washed over his body and he relaxed against the bed.

Zach continued his unrelenting pounding through Josh's orgasm. Twisting his slender body and plunging his cock again into his boyfriend, Zach relished the tight grip of Josh's convulsing body that surrounded his rock hard dick. Quickly the amazing stimulation proved too much for Zach and he started unloading hot cum into Josh's butt. His body shook with pleasure as his balls emptied of their load of cream. He raggedly fucked Josh, his body convulsing as he pushed his jizz deep in Josh's ass. Soon he reached the end of his endurance and slumped with his cock still wedged in Josh's ass. 

Zach stayed still for a few minutes, letting his cock soften and slowly slide out. Moving back, he looked at his groin and grimaced at the mess. Turning carefully, he waddled to the bathroom. Josh smiled when he heard the familiar sound of water running as Zach cleaned himself. Zach seemed to take much longer than normal, which allowed Josh the chance to enjoy the feeling of hot cum slowly sliding out of his ass. Letting his hands trail down his chest, he enjoyed the light covering of hair between his pecs. Running his fingers through the cum on his chest, he started rubbing his nipples until they were hard and coated with jizz. With his eyes closed and a slight smile, he let his fingers run lower, finally reaching his well used ass, Enjoying the sensations, Josh let two fingers slip into his wet butt as he slowly fingered himself while stroking his nipples.

"Gross!" squealed Zach.

Josh's eyes flew open and he let out a silent sigh as he saw Zach standing over him holding the wet washcloth.

"Now you made it harder to clean up. I swear it was neater with condoms," said Zach with a slight whine.

Josh gave the smaller boy a tight smile, took the cloth from him and started wiping off the drying semen. Once he'd finished, he took it into the bathroom, finished cleaning himself and dropped the damp cloth into the clothes hamper. Coming back into the bedroom, he crawled into bed and spooned Zach. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what sex would be like with someone without all of Zach's issues.



Darrin was on edge while Emma went through the last of his edits. The grant proposal they had been working on for months was due in a few days and they were doing the final revisions. This was the semester that Darrin had his mid-point review to let him know if he was on track for tenure, and this grant would be an important component of a successful review. They had already completed the work on a smaller grant they'd gotten right after Darrin arrived, but this one was much larger and from a more prominent funding source. They'd been through it together numerous times, but it was largely Dr. Ruck's reputation they were using to attain the grants. With her history of top quality work, she was a collaborator who was eagerly sought after. Because of this, her opinion was very important to Darrin, and critical to the success of the application. Finally her eyes lifted from the page.

"I don't have any suggestions, Darrin," said Emma, "Everything looks in order to me. I think we're ready to submit."

"That's excellent! I'm excited about the work that we could do with this grant."

Emma chuckled, "This should be enough to get you tenure, if you get your ass busy and write the journal articles."

"No problems on that end," said Darrin, "I already have one in the pipeline from the first grant and there should be two or three from this one."

"I agree. I think you're in good shape for your review. How about your teaching and committee work?" asked Dr. Ruck.

"They are all good, at least as far as I can tell. My student reviews are better than the department average and I'm on several committees." Darrin chuckled and continued "And I'm the advisor for the Gay-Straight Alliance on campus. But I think that's going to be a permanent assignment."

Emma chuckled heartily and nodded, "Probably so! Well if you want me to look over your paperwork, I'd be happy to do that." The two continued for several more minutes. Completely unaware that Kevin Boorman was standing in the hallway, quietly listening into their conversation.



Mitch walked into the house with bags hanging from every finger. Trent's week was up and he had managed to not slip and say fuck through the whole time. Mitch knew there were some close calls where it had almost slipped out, especially when Trent had to deal with Josh. But Mitch wasn't going to call him on that. Besides, he was getting tired of seeing the same pair of ragged boxers through the holes in Trent's jeans day after day. He was going to get Trent clothes anyway, and this way Mitch got at least a week without the barrage of 'fucks'. It was a win-win situation.

As he walked into the living room, the other three were sitting quietly around a roaring fire that had the room toasty and warm. Darrin was working on his review paperwork and the other two were both doing homework, at least that's what he thought they were doing. Throwing the purchases on the table, Mitch turned to Trent with a smile.

"Alright Trent. You won the bet. Here're the clothes you won."

Trent almost bounced as he went to see the contents of the bags. It was soon evident that Mitch had bought far more than they agreed to in their bet. Josh's mouth twisted into a frown, but he resisted any other outward sighs of displeasure at what was taking place. Josh would never admit it, but he was not that happy to be displaced as the sole child of the pair. Darrin had already told him they were celebrating Trent's birthday and that he was expected to at least be present. But they never said he had to like it, or do more than tolerate Trent.

Trent quickly inventoried the clothing, happy with the piles of clothes that Mitch had selected. He glanced around, then grabbed the bags and sat them beside the exterior door for him to take when he went later to the guesthouse. Returning, he sat beside the fire and glanced around the room, looking carefully from face to face. 

Finally he burst out. "They ain't presents. I won 'em. So don't bitch at me about it."

Mitch threw up his hands in defense. "No. You're right. You won 'em."

Darrin picked up the conversation, "But we do celebrate birthdays around here, and today is yours. So if you'll tolerate us for a few minutes, we thought we'd have some cake. We got chocolate, hope you like it."

"Don't get all fuck'n buddy buddy on me. I don't plan on staying here long," said Trent.

Josh started to retort, felt Darrin squeeze the back of his neck, and settled back into his chair without sarcastic comment. Mitch walked into the kitchen to retrieve the cake as Darrin tried to make small talk with Trent. Trent glanced up and grinned as Mitch walked back with the cake, causing Darrin to look too.

"Goddamn it, Mitch! I thought you'd tossed the last of those damn candles!" yelled Darrin as Mitch walked up with a life sized wax cock flaming on top of Trent's cake. Walking to the table, Mitch looked at Darrin with a completely innocent smile.

"This is the last one. Don't blow a gasket. Something special for Trent's first birthday on the ranch," said Mitch.

"And last one," said Trent.

"Good!" said Josh under his breath.

Darrin gave Josh a scolding look and then turned back to the flaming dick on their table. Realizing Trent had a tiny smirk of a smile, he decided maybe something this over the top would help him relax. Motioning to Mitch, Darrin watched as the cake was put in front of Trent, who promptly blew out the flame. Smiling slightly, Trent carefully removed the candle and put it beside his plate. Darrin quickly divided up the cake and the four men had soon devoured the entire thing. 

When Trent stood to leave, Darrin noticed he was taking the candle with him. "Trent, what do you want with that?"

Trent turned the white object in his hand, appearing to look at it closely. Looking up at Darrin without a trace of humor he began "It looked like a good fit for my ass. I thought it'd be a great toy to use during my jackoff sessions."

Josh scowled at Trent and then let out an explosion of air in frustration at Trent's adolescent humor. Mitch was holding in a burst of laughter by only the thinnest of strands and refused to meet Darrin's eyes. Darrin took a deep breath and simply held out his hand to Trent. After a few seconds, Trent dropped the candle into Darrin's hand and turned to leave. With a slight smile at Mitch, he grabbed his bags and left the house.

Josh turned to them. "I can't believe you let him get away with talking to you like that!"

"Josh, calm down. It really was—" started Mitch.

"Whatever!" said Josh, who then stomped to his room.

Mitch turned to Darrin, who was still holding the wax dildo in his hand, and broke down laughing.

"It's not funny. Those two are going to kill each other."

"Or fall in love. It's a close call," said Mitch through the laughter.

Darrin gave him a last look of resignation, and then walked over and dropped the candle onto the glowing coals of the fireplace. Watching flames flare around the rapidly melting candle, he wondered how those two were ever going to reconcile their differences.



Trent stepped out of the shower, slowly drying his generous package, and scratching the regrowing public hair. He was glad that he could stop shaving his body for a while. He'd kept it shaved so he would look younger to the johns, they'd pay more if they thought he was a kid. He vigorously rubbed his head, deciding he liked the short hair, even with his numerous ear piercings, although he had taken out the lip piercing. It just didn't seem necessary any more. Dropping the towel to the floor, he walked into the bedroom and looked over the clothes he had laid out on the bed. Although he didn't want anyone here to know, he was more than a little overwhelmed. Even before he'd been thrown out, he'd never owned more than two pairs of jeans, one to wear and one to wash. And they weren't good jeans like the Wranglers Mitch had bought him either, they were usually from a thrift store. 

He ran his hands over the material and briefly allowed himself to enjoy it. He knew that soon he'd be leaving because either they would try to have sex with him, or they'd get tired of playing the martyr to save the poor homeless boy. He'd had it play out both ways over the last couple of years. So regardless of what they said, Trent knew this situation couldn't last. Trent nodded his head and decided. He'd keep two pair of jeans to wear, and save the others for when he had to leave. Same with the shirts, they were nice heavy winter material, which would be a lot better than the threadbare clothing he had been wearing. 

Quickly organizing everything, he put the clothes he was going to wear in the dresser, and left the others in the plastic bags. He quickly and methodically planned for his exit, knowing it was coming. It might take longer here, but it was obvious the kid didn't like him so it was only a matter of time. 

After he'd finished, Trent sat on the bed and looked around the tiny house. It was the nicest place he'd ever lived. Everything was clean and neat, a small part of Trent thought that he would miss this place a little when he left, which worried him because he had started to think of it as his. Pulling back the sheets, he lay his bare skin against the sheets and had to sigh softly as the soft cloth caressed his back and ass. Trent ran his hands down his chest and into his crotch. He could feel the stubble of hair starting to come back, and he knew that it was going to itch like crazy while it did, but keeping his body shaved had been another allowance he'd made when he was selling himself. 

Wrapping his hand around his flaccid cock, he had to smile. One thing he'd been blessed with was a shower and not a grower. His cock soft was long and thick, it just got harder when it was erect. That was one thing Trent had never minded, he liked his man-sized dick. While he fondled his stiffening cock, he ran his free hand over his chin and face. He'd have to shave it tomorrow or he'd start looking like a blond version of Mitch. He hadn't realized how much body hair he had now, since he'd kept himself smooth for so many months.

Trent's quarter sized nipples stiffened to nubs as he started rubbing his hardening cock. Soon it was standing up from his groin like a thick snake watching for prey. Trent ran his hand up from the base of his cock, stripping a load of precum from his cock. He ran his finger through the stream of clear viscous fluid that oozed from the tip of his cock. Lifting his finger to his lips, he tasted it and smiled as the fluid filtered through his mouth. Running his tongue over his palm, he soon had it wet and replaced his dry hand with the one lubed with spit. 

Increasing the speed of his strokes, Trent pounded his now steel hard cock. As his rigid cock slid through his hand, he sucked on his fingers, wetting them. He lowered his spit-lubed finger to his ass, and stroked across his virgin hole while he flailed his dick. He'd never given any trick his ass, but Trent loved the feelings he got when he touched and fingered himself. Letting one finger glide into his entrance, he gasped slightly as the intruder burrowed into this gut. Curling his fingers forward, Trent found his prostate and started rubbing against it as his balls sucked tight against his dick. 

Trent was quickly a contorted mass of muscle and sinew as his orgasm rolled over his body. Still fingering his ass, he could feel the first round of semen racing through his system. With a guttural noise from his lips, the first streamer of cum shot from Trent's cock. The jizz hit Trent on the face with an audible splat, while he focused on jerking his exploding cock. As shot after shot of cum splattered across Trent's chest, his body kept bringing up more and more. With a last convulsion, a blob of cum oozed from his slit and Trent collapsed against the bed. 

Slowly returning to normal, Trent ran his hands over his body and smearing cum across his skin. The thick hot liquid was a definite turn on for Trent as he covered his torso with his jizz. Lifting his coated hand to his lips, Trent tasted his seed, enjoying its masculine favors. With a final satisfied sigh he lay back to relax, ready to get some sleep now that he had finished his nightly ritual.



Trent got out and slammed the door to the pickup and almost ran to the guesthouse. Mitch was hot on his heels, wondering what had gotten into the boy. It was only the beginning of the third week for Trent at the ranch, but Mitch had thought he was starting to settle into the routine. But he'd been sullen and bad tempered today since Mitch had picked him up at high school. Mitch was only steps behind when Trent raced through the door, slamming it in Mitch's face.

Mitch followed him in, just as Trent rushed into the bedroom. Mitch stood by the door and waited, thinking at least there wasn't door on the bedroom for Trent to slam. He stood quietly, thinking he would stay until Trent was ready to tell him what was wrong, and he was certain he would at some point. Mitch watched and listened as books were slammed and papers were thrown across the room. He did notice that shoes and clothes were carefully put away and there were a few minutes of quiet while Trent changed into his old clothes. Mitch heard him shove his foot into his tennis shoe and then stomp into the kitchen. Mitch had to work to keep from smiling at what he knew would be typical teenage drama.

"I ain't go'n back to that fuck'n school with those redneck hicks!" shouted Trent.

"Why?" asked Mitch.

"You heard me! They're a fuck'n bunch of backward, ignorant, rednecks! They share one collective fuck'n brain," said Trent, biting off each word.

"Ok, I've got that you don't like them, and you can lay off the fuck language with me. What's really bugging you?" asked Mitch in a calm voice.

Trent started to explode at Mitch, but paused, and the fight seemed to drain out of him. "I'm way behind. I haven't been in school for the last two years and I'm not starting over in a classroom with a bunch of kids. I'm not! I swear I'll leave if you think you're go'n fuc— force me to go to class with a bunch of junior high kids."

"Ok," replied Mitch, "Let me talk to Darrin. We'll see what we can do about it so you can graduate high school and not have to go to junior high classes."

"Oh," said Trent, suspicious of Mitch motives, "Yeah, well we'll see. But I ain't going to those kids classes and I'm not gonna stay in the classes I was stuck in today and look dumb."

Mitch held up his hands in acknowledgment, "I got it. Let's see what we can do. Josh is mending the south side of the corral. Why don't you go help him."

Trent barked out a laugh and didn't move.

"What's the problem?" asked Mitch.

"Well country boy and I ain't exactly homies if you know what I mean."

Mitch let out a long-suffering sigh, knowing the confrontation between the two young men was coming. In some ways, they were far too much alike; they just couldn't see the similarities right now.

"Deal with it! Figure out how to work with Josh even if you don't like each other."

"Fuck'n great . . ." muttered Trent as he pulled on a coat and headed out the door.

Mitch chuckled to himself, thinking there is nothing quite as entertaining as watching two young bulls fight for territory.

Later that night, as he and Darrin were enjoying a few peaceful minutes, with Josh in his room and Trent safely in his house, Mitch brought up Trent's problem to Darrin. Mitch gave him all the background he'd gotten earlier. Darrin got a strange smile on his face that had Mitch worried.

"You could do it," said Darrin.

"I could do what?" said Mitch cautiously.

"You could home school him," said Darrin with a huge smile on his face.

"Oh! No fuck'n way! I didn't do that well in school myself," said Mitch in retort.

"You're the one who's home to do it. I don't see any other way for him to catch up and be able to graduate next spring."

"Damnit! You're enjoying this aren't you?" said Mitch.

"Oh, hell yes!" said Darrin with a laugh.

Mitch let out a long sigh, "Ok, I'll try. But I don't think I'm that good of a teacher."

"I'll help. If you want," came a voice from behind them.

Both men turned to see Josh standing behind them.

"You would? I didn't think the two of you got along," said Mitch.

"He's an asshole, but I'd do it to help you two out," replied Josh.

"There you go, Mitch. Lukewarm help is better than nothing," said Darrin with the smile plastered across his face.

"You fucker," said Mitch, who then turned to watch the TV.



Darrin walked through the door and tossed his bag onto the couch as soon as he was in the living room. Dropping bonelessly beside it, he let out a huge sigh. Mitch looked up from his computer. Seeing the look on Darrin's face, he moved to him and sat on the table in front of Darrin. The fact that Darrin didn't scold him for sitting on the table was ample evidence that he was upset. He put his hand on Darrin's knee and rubbed it softly. Darrin's response was a quiet, more peaceful, sigh.

"What happened?" asked Mitch.

"I hate my job. I hate dealing with adults with the mentality of a spoiled five year old. I hate the politics of academia. I hate it all," said Darrin quietly, sounding dispirited.





Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 10



"Yeah, so far that's the same crap you deal with every day. What new thing added to it today?"

"Boorman again would be my guess, but I don't know that for sure. The personnel committee has 'questions' about my review. I even talked to Emma but she didn't know either. There are times when I seriously consider sending out those snapshots we got in Lawton of him, " said Darrin with a sigh.

"But you won't, we won't, because then you're on his level," said Mitch with a knowing grimace on his lips.

"No, we won't, because it would be stooping to his level. But, man! Sometimes . . ."

"You know, it doesn't mean you can't mess with him . . ." said Mitch with a grin.

Darrin let out a chuckle, "You are an evil man sometimes Mitchell McRichards, I'm damn glad you're on my side."

Mitch smiled back, "Yes, you are."

Mitch leaned forward and kissed Darrin softly, lingering for a few seconds to feel the roughness of his goatee before settling back on the table. Picking up Darrin's foot, he slipped off one of his boots, and then lifted the other and slid it off. He sat the pair down on the side of the table and rubbed his husband's feet while Darrin relaxed against the couch. Mitch's foot rub soon traveled up his calves, soothing the tight muscles in his legs. Reaching up he started to unbutton Darrin's pants to slide them off. Darrin grabbed his hands to stop him.

"The kids . . ."

Mitch chuckled, "Our children are fine. Josh is at the library. I think he's finally studying. Trent went to the guesthouse, his house, hours ago, and he never comes back once he leaves. Relax, we might not have any time alone for weeks."

Darrin paused for a minute, and then shimmied out of his pants and underwear, his half-hard cock slithering across his leg. Mitch leaned down with a smile and sucked it into his mouth and started nursing it to life. Darrin moaned and pulled up his shirt, caressing his stomach and chest as his cock hardened in Mitch's mouth. Soon he was rubbing across his nipples while Mitch focused on the sensitive head of his cock. After several long minutes, Darrin was breathing heavily from the expert head job Mitch was giving him. As Mitch released his throbbing cock, Darrin let out a sigh of disappointment. 

Mitch stood and quickly stripped off his pants and underwear. He straddled Darrin on the couch, grinding his ass against Darrin's hard dick and smearing his hairy ass with precum. After a few swipes of his cock down Mitch's ass trench, Darrin was ready to fuck. Mitch stymied his tries at penetration though, until he was dripping precum and beyond horny. Then Mitch reached back, positioned Darrin's cock and slowly impaled himself. Lifting up gradually and then pushing back down, he enjoyed the pressure from Darrin's cock as it drilled itself deep inside. 

With a tight grip on Darrin's neck, Mitch started riding his cock. Driving it deep inside with each pass, they were soon both swimming in the waves of passion. For many long minutes, pleasure built in both of them as their lovemaking reconnected them in ways that would have been impossible otherwise. Soon the fever pitch of heightened lust enveloped them, the heat of their lovemaking flashing through their systems, turning their cheeks red and giving their skin that pink flush of orgasm. 

Mitch plunged down one last time, knowing his climax was close, and started grinding his hips in circles on Darrin's pelvis, scrapping hard over his prostate with each revolution. With the passage of a few heartbeats, Mitch's orgasm began. Cum raced through his cock, jetting across Darrin's shirt and chest. The small gasps of pleasure, along with the tightening of his muscles, caused Darrin to pitch over the edge and start emptying his nuts into Mitch. The two rode their waves of orgasm as time seemed to freeze for them both, their bodies and souls melding. 

Eventually they began to drift back to themselves, Mitch lay on Darrin's chest as Darrin pulled a blanket around the two of them. As they enjoyed their post-orgasmic bliss, Darrin held Mitch tight against him as the two softly kissed, even playfully nipping at times. In their playful joy, the two's love was evident. Their comfort with each other was something few couples are able to attain. With the flickering fireplace, in the dim room, they were, in that instant at least, the epitome of fidelity and love.

Trent stood at the side door, looking at the scene before him. He had arrived a few minutes earlier, on his secret late night raid of their fridge. He knew full well he was seeing the end of sex, but nothing like he had experienced. No one had ever held him with the tenderness that Darrin held Mitch. Nor had he ever had the look of contentment that he could see on Mitch's face. Trent felt a tear rolling down his face, and fiercely scrubbed it away. He needed to leave here soon, or he would turn soft. He knew from experience, if you were soft, you died on the street. These people were softening him. He turned to go back to his house, thinking he had to begin his plans to leave this unreal place.



Josh walked over again, to show Trent something he had done wrong. So far as Trent could tell what he was doing was fine, it just wasn't exactly what Josh wanted, and he was getting tired of it. In Trent's opinion, Josh was treating him like he was stupid, and Trent didn't let anyone treat him that way. He got through the latest lecture on how to nail a board to a post, correctly, and was glad when Josh went back to what he was working on and left Trent alone.

A few minutes of blissful quiet passed when Trent heard Josh correcting him again, this time from across the corral. Trent whirled, drew back and hurled the hammer in his hand at Josh's head, just as Mitch walked around the corner.

Mitch had heard the two boys working, and had noticed that Josh was trying to micromanage Trent. He'd hoped the two of them could work it out. He had heard Josh's last set of instructions, which Mitch thought were just for the sake of control. As he walked around the corner to talk to Josh, Mitch saw the hammer sail through the air, barely missing Josh's head. Mitch immediately decided, enough was enough.

"Both of you, in the house. Now!" said Mitch with authority.

Motioning them ahead of him, Mitch marched both boys into the main house. As they walked through the door, Darrin looked up from his desk and cocked his eyebrow at Mitch. But instead of stepping in to help, he sat quietly in his chair while Mitch sat both young men down on the couch. Mitch glanced up at him, and Darrin shrugged. Mitch's mouth formed a hard line as he turned back to the two. Turning to Trent he unloaded.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Trent? You could have killed Josh throwing that hammer at him," he saw Josh open his mouth to speak, and turned on him, "and what the hell crawled up your butt today Josh and left you princess of corral building? Picky ass shit like you are pointing out is just being a snot nosed brat."

"That's it! That's exactly fuck'n it!" shouted Trent. "He thinks he's so much fuck'n better than everyone else, living up here and getting everything he fuck'n want. Josh is just a fuck'n rich kid with two sugar daddy's!"

Josh pounced on what Trent said, "Rich kid! Rich kid! I only had one pair of jeans when I got here you little asshole! I work for my money and I spend it how I want. Mitch and Darrin have helped, but the goats are my business and I didn't sell myself to get what I have!"

"Fuck you! Fuck you, you cock sucking little hypocritical faggot! I survived! I did what I had to but I survived you shitty condescend—"

"That's enough!" snapped Mitch, "From both of you!" He paused for a few seconds, letting everyone cool down slightly. Then he turned to Josh, "Josh, why don't you tell Trent how you ended up living here. I don't think he knows."

"It's no body's business how . . ." Josh trailed off when he saw the look on Mitch's face. Knowing he really had no choice, not because anyone would force him, but because Mitch thought it would help. He took a deep breath and started.

"Sheriff White Cloud brought me. My parents had beaten me pretty badly, my mother had whipped me with the buckle end of a belt. I was about your age," he looked over at Trent and then glanced away, "Anyway, the Sheriff says the Kiowa call gay people 'two-spirits', and they have powers for good. Or something like that. Anyway, he brought me here. All I had was the clothes on my back. My parents didn't speak to me because they thought, well still think, that I'm Satan since I'm gay. So Mitch and Darrin have been helpful, more than helpful." Josh stared at the ground, suddenly realizing how much he had been given and how fortunate he was.

Trent looked at Josh and asked without flinching. "Do you have sex with them?"

"Darrin and Mitch? God no! Oh my god! What a horrible thing to say!"

Mitch looked at Trent with a surprisingly understanding look on his face. "Trent, your turn. What's your history?"

"Why the fuck do you care?" retorted Trent. "It's none of your fuck'n business."

"That's two different things. Why don't you tell Josh why you thought he was having sex with Darrin and me. If he understood some of your history maybe he'd stop doing some of the things that make you feel the need to brain him with a hammer." Darrin looked at Mitch with a raised eyebrow and Mitch nodded almost imperceptibly.

Trent crossed his arms, looking from one to the other and then froze in position without emotion. Everyone in the room waited, wondering if Trent was going to share part of his story or not. Eventually he did start speaking, but it was without his customary bravado.

"Because a lot of the foster fathers made me have sex with them. That's why." He turned to Josh with a fierce and suddenly angry look on his face. "The first one would hold me down and make me suck him until he fuck'n got off. I ran away. They stuck me in a different home, the new foster fucker thought he could seduced me, because he liked sucking me off."

Josh looked a little ill as Trent talked about his life. The connections were quickly made and Josh could see how he could have easily ended up in the same situation that Trent had been involved. He thought back to Mitch talking about his abuser, and he had to admire Trent for getting himself away.

"Sorry, I didn't know. It sounds horrible," said Josh quietly.

"You fuck'n stupid redneck! Horrible was my dad being killed when I was 6. Horrible was my fuck'n stepfather beating me, and my mom not stopping him. The rest is just sex, sex is easy. Give them what they want, and I get to eat. Easy," said Trent with a hollow laugh.

"Trent, Darrin and I are monogamous," interjected Mitch, "So that will never happen," Mitch looked at Darrin, who nodded in agreement. "Anyone you're intimate with is your business. But you can't bring tricks here. I'd hope you'd give that up now that you have the STD's cleared up. I'm not your parole officer, and I have no intentions of watching you every second to keep you out of trouble. Until you do something stupid, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and think you're doing the right thing."

Trent barked a laugh at Mitch's statement, "Yeah, some of the worst of my foster parents were fuck'n pillars of the community and went to church every time they opened the fuck'n doors."

"I can't say you're wrong, Trent. But nothing has happened here, right? Did you make it almost three weeks at any of the other homes before something happened?" said Mitch.

Trent started to argue and then slowly closed his mouth. He realized that none of the three men had tried anything with him and usually, if it was going to start, it would have by now. Either the intimidation to bully him into sex, or seducing him into it, one or the other should have started by now. Trent suddenly felt confused, this wasn't fitting into any of his experiences, and he didn't like it when things didn't fit. They're just holding out longer, he decided. They were getting tired of him, but were lasting longer. It would happen, Trent was sure. Now that he had made this experience fit into his expectations, he could relax and plan his exit. He was stockpiling a lot of useful things, he might last for months on the street without needing to sell himself again. Actually with the decent clothes he might be able to get a job.

This flashed through his mind in a span of seconds, and Trent turned back and almost smiled at the trio.

"Yeah, great. It's just fuck'n fantastic here. Never been happier," said Trent, dripping sarcasm.

"Great! Then could you two darling children go back to fix'n the corral without killing each other?"

Both young men turned and started toward the door. They each had a new perspective, but they were so radically different that they might as well be from different universes.

Darrin sighed as the door closed behind them, wondering if the family would survive Trent. Turning to Mitch he quipped. "That boy wouldn't be happy if he was hung with a new rope."

Mitch laughed and rubbed his hand across Darrin's head. "You do realize that's a fucking strange saying."

Darrin thought a second and then chuckled, "Yeah, it is weird isn't it."



Mitch let out a long breath of air and then tried to explain the math problem to Trent, again. Unfortunately, math wasn't really his strong suit either. But he was taking the home schooling seriously and Trent actually seemed to be soaking it up. As Mitch had guessed, it wasn't that Trent was stupid; he was just behind since he had missed the last several years of school. But he had made amazing progress in the last few weeks and was working through the freshmen level work quickly. But now they were doing geometry, and Mitch was floundering.

"It's the tangent."

Trent and Mitch looked up to the source of the statement to find Josh standing beside them looking over Trent's shoulder. 

"It's the tangent, see here," said Josh and then launched into a detailed explanation of the problem. With a few more suggestions, he had helped Trent work through two more problems that they had been struggling with for hours. Mitch backed away quietly and watched as the two worked together, without death threats. 

Mitch was fixing supper when Darrin came in and gave him a welcome home kiss. Turning to see the two combatants working together, he turned and gave Mitch a questioning look. Raising his arms in a shrug, Mitch indicated his lack of understanding too. Darrin wrapped his arms around Mitch and held him for a few minutes while he watch the younger two doing Trent's homework.

"First getting the final paperwork for us signed this morning, and then the truce with the warring factions. I'm not sure which was more surprising."

Mitch laughed, "Getting you to finish all the legal paperwork so we can make decisions for each other was a pain in the ass. But it's all finished now. But I think the two of them working together took divine intervention."

"Well, let's get supper ready and maybe it will last a little longer before the next round of gunfire," said Mitch with a grin.

Darrin chuckled, "A quiet meal, imagine that."



"Come on, Trent. Damn, I swear you're worse than taking some old woman shopping. You must have looked at every shirt," complained Mitch.

"I'm almost finished. Hang on, Grandpa."

"Grandpa my ass, I can whip your skinny butt with—" Mitch stopped talking when he saw that Trent was fixated on something else. Scanning the people around them, Mitch couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"What are you looking at?" he asked Trent.

"That guy over there. He's the one the Sheriff caught me with."

"What guy?"

"That one!" said Trent as he pointed at a medium sized man with slightly curly dark hair. Mitch watched the man Trent pointed out, feeling that he was oddly familiar. Suddenly the person in question turned his head and Mitch realized why, it was Kevin Boorman.

"That guy? With the curly dark hair? You sure?" asked Mitch.

"Fuck yes I'm sure. I was spitting out curly pubes for days after blowing him," said Trent.

"I'm go'n kill him," muttered Mitch as he started across the store to confront Boorman. Suddenly he felt a tug backward and turned to see Trent holding onto him with a blank expression on his face.

"Let go. I'm going to beat the shit out of that mother fucker!" said Mitch through clenched teeth.

"No, you're not. Fuck'n think a minute! You beat the little fucker and then you're in jail. Cause right now he ain't done shit wrong and you're go'n be all up in his shit. Then the two goodie, goodies at home will be pissed at me," said Trent almost in a whisper. "What's the fuck'r to you anyway?"

"He gave Darrin and I hell about being gay and out in grad school, and now he makes life miserable for Darrin cause they work together," spat out Mitch, still furious.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better . . . he fuck'n sucks at giving head, doesn't even know to cover his teeth!"

Mitch had to laugh at that, he knew he should be offended and tell Trent to watch his language if he ever wanted to fit in around here, but the idea of Trent giving Boorman pointers on oral sex was just so over the top that he couldn't do anything but laugh at it.

"Besides," continued Trent, "Now you have something on him. So next time the fuck'r starts shit with Darrin, smack! You got his ass in a crack."

Mitch shook his head, realizing that in some ways Trent might be the most mature of any of them. "Ok, ok, I won't beat his ass like a drum, but he has you to thank for it. Let's get home before I change my mind."



Trent walked through the living room of his house, drying his hair, his cock flopping as he danced around the room to the music he had blaring. He was starting to relax a little, but he still didn't have all the puzzle pieces to what was going on at the ranch. Somehow, someway, this was still just too good. Mitch, he liked. Mitch was cool and funny. Darrin was ok, but Trent thought he was still waiting for Trent to screw up and prove him right. Josh, well Josh was a prick, but he'd been spending enough time with that little blond twink he was dating that he hadn't had time to annoy Trent.

Trent did a tight spin, long cock flapping against his leg. Suddenly he realized that he was not alone and froze. Turning to the door, he saw Josh standing and staring at him.

"What's your fuck'n problem, prick!" shouted Trent, startled.

"You're fucking huge!" said Josh, unable to look away.

"Got $50? I'll let ya play with it for $50," said Trent with a sneer.

The lewd suggestion snapped Josh out of his amazement and back to reality. Crossing his arms he frowned at Trent. "I don't pay for sex, especially with boney ass city boys. I'm in a relationship, thank you."

"Yeah, and I bet twinky boy is oh so goodie two-shoes too. All vanilla sex. And what you want is a wild fuck thrown into you." Trent started gyrating his hips, spinning his cock in front of him.

Josh spun and left the house. Embarrassed at the display, but more disturbed by the fact that it was turning him on. When Josh burst back into the ranch house, Mitch looked up from his work.

"Did you tell Trent the caseworker was coming?"

Josh paused, "No, I forgot." And then rushed into his room.

Jeez, thought Mitch. He needed to get Trent a damn phone so he could just call him. Mitch also wondered what was wrong between the two of them that would have Josh upset again.



Zach was walking behind Josh, trying to hold down his gag reflex as they walked through Josh's goats. Josh had to agree, the males still smelled pretty ripe, but it was part of having goats. Zach would disagree. In his world, things that were this unpleasant didn't last long. Zach finally decided that conversation would help him think about something other than the strong smell.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 10



"So how are you and the guy that the sheriff dropped off getting along?" asked Zach.

"Fine," said Josh, his thought's drifting to what he had seen the week before and somehow could never get out of his head.

"Really? I'd think having a hooker living in your house would be awkward. I bet you can't wait until he leaves," said Zach.

"It's not like he's still hooking, he was doing it to survive," said Josh quietly.

"Yeah, but you know something has to be wrong with him. He must have really screwed up to get thrown out by his parents like that," said Zach with finality.

"You think?" asked Josh with one eyebrow cocked.

"Oh yeah. Definitely. He must have really screwed up. Parents just don't do that to their own kids. And he probably kept doing it in the foster homes you said he was in. Just a big mess-up with no redeeming qualities," said Zach.

"You know, Zach. I don't think it was Trent's fault. I think he was abused," said Josh, his face reddening with anger.

"Not like that. You know. Some people are just bad and can't be helped," said Zach nonchalantly.

Josh was trying to keep his frustration under control. Zach didn't seem to remember how Josh ended up on the ranch. The more Zach talked, the more Josh came to realize that only chance and luck separated him from ending up in the same situation as Trent had found himself. He wasn't sure how he would have handled it either. With a sigh, he decided it wasn't worth the effort to try and educate Zach.

The pair continued through the herd as Josh checked them for problems. As they moved silently away from the barn, a slight rustle came from inside. Trent had walked up on the conversation, and stayed to hear what was said. He was shocked that Josh had defended him.

Trent moved away from the pair so they would not know he was there. He was carefully thinking through what he had just witnessed, trying to reconcile his previous experience with the way things seemed to be on this ranch.



Darrin and Mitch walked into the living room to find Josh sitting and staring at a sheet of paper in front of him. When he didn't make eye contact with either of the two men, they knew something was wrong.

"What's up, Josh?" said Darrin.

Without a word he spun the paper so they could see that it was his semester grades. Mitch and Darrin glanced down at them. They were relieved to see that he hadn't failed anything, but some of the grades were just enough to pass. Looking back at Josh they waited for him to speak.

"I don't really like ag classes . . ." said Josh looking dejected.

Mitch chuckled, "We never said you had to have the same major as we did." Darrin nodded in agreement. "What do you think you want to major in?"

Josh quietly ran his finger down the page, stopping at his lone A. Darrin and Mitch paused to absorb the information. Following the line back they were both shocked to see it was a drawing class. 

"Art? You want to major in Art?" asked Mitch, trying to keep his dismay under control. "What would you do with that? And I thought you liked the ranch." Darrin put his hand on Mitch's shoulder to prevent him from going any further. Mitch caught himself and stopped, realizing he was about to go off and he needed to listen.

"Graphic arts, like designing posters and books and stuff. They can actually find jobs. But I'll have to take regular art classes too," explained Josh. "And I do love it here, and I always want to be involved in the ranch, but I can do the graphics from here and not depend on the ranch to make a living."

Darrin squeezed Mitch shoulder gently, trying to get him to realize that not everyone's dream job was running a cattle ranch. Josh had shown interest in the ranch so they'd assumed he wanted to do it. But that didn't mean that he did. Darrin was relieved when Mitch reached up and patted his hand.

"Then you should try it, Josh. You might love it. You might hate it. But years later you don't want to be wondering," said Mitch.

Josh nodded, a nervous tremor in his cheek settling down as he realized Darrin and Mitch were still going to support him. He suddenly jumped to his feet and grabbed them both in a huge hug.



Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 11



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. 



Mitch and Darrin walked slowly through the cattle barns, feeling very much at home with the long time rural tradition, The Fair. Darrin had managed to escape work for a couple of days and they were having one of those beautiful late March warm spells that sometimes happen in Oklahoma. They'd decided to mix business and pleasure and take a few days to look over new breeding stock for the ranch. Several of the people Mitch knew would have their cattle at the fair and it would give them a time to catch up with what was happening with their friends.

The state fair grounds covered many acres, which meant Darrin and Mitch spent hours going from barn to barn. They stopped to chat with people they knew; even the modern day fair is a social event for most of the people who are there. For the most part it was a very comfortable and enjoyable time for Darrin and Mitch. There were a few furtive stares at them, but most people were at least civil. 

Darrin noticed a class of steers being shown while they were walking through, and couldn't help but sit down and watch. If you were an outsider it didn't look like much, but Darrin knew that each kid had spent months carefully grooming, training and working with their animal in preparation for this moment. The financial rewards for winning were high, but most of the kids would never see that side of the event. Darrin's heart went out to the group of kids who were sent from the ring after the top animals were selected. It was plain to anyone paying attention that they were dejected at their loss. Darrin watched the mini-drama unfolding in front of him as the animals were brought out one at a time and displayed for the judge. The dirt ring and the faded silver fence took on a much greater significance as competition, both the positive and negative sides, was personified before him. This was the type of activity that the kids would look back at fondly later in life, and one that taught them how to be a good friend, a generous winner and a graceful loser; all skills that would serve them well. When the judge finally selected a massive red steer as the winner, the young kid showing him broke into a grin that was pure joy. 

As the class filed out, Darrin realized that Mitch had wondered off and slipped into into the horse area. Darrin sighed slightly, knowing that Mitch would spend the rest of the afternoon going through the horses and talking with their owners. As fate would have it, that's exactly how the afternoon progressed. Darrin had to smile as he watched Mitch pressing the flesh and engaging in the traditional 15 minutes of small talk before any attempt was made to discuss business. It certainly wasn't what was taught in any college business class, but it was the perfect fit for this group of people. Darrin was also very aware of Mitch's ulterior motive, he wanted to find horses for the boys. Darrin had again drifted off to watch a class, this time miniature horses, and he looked up in time to see Mitch walking over with a huge smile on his face.

"What have you done?" asked Darrin, knowing that look on his husband.

"Hey! Can't a guy smile without being accused of being up to no good?"

"No! You can't. Because you're Coyote," said Darrin, trying not to laugh at his highly animated husband.

Mitch grinned and then started laughing. "Ok, you have me there. But this is nothing bad, and it might help the two heathens work together."

"What have you cooked up?" said Darrin with a chuckle.

"Well, Keith reminded me about the BLM horse adoptions. One of them is coming to the city in a few weeks."

"You're thinking about getting wild mustangs for those two to train?" said Darrin incredulously.

"Yup, I sure am," said Mitch with a knowing grin.

"Well hell, I guess life was just getting too routine," said Darrin with a shake of his head and a slight laugh.

"Yup, kinda what I thought," said Mitch with a hearty laugh. "Now, there's one more ranch I want to talk to, and then we're going out for some decent Mexican food at a place Keith suggested."

"Sounds good," said Darrin, "But I'm getting hungry now. How about we grab something from the venders here. Like, funnel cake! "

Mitch laughed at his husband's rampant sweet tooth and pushed him toward the midway. The spring show didn't have anything close to the number of food vendors the fall state fair attracted, but there were more than enough to satisfy Darrin's sugar cravings. Mitch quickly found himself dragged to a cart that was surrounded by the smell of frying dough. Darrin quickly ordered a funnel cake for them to share and walked back to Mitch with a double paper plate holding a huge convolution of thick strands, all under a deep blanket of powdered sugar. Darrin was soon moaning in satisfaction, his goatee coated with sugar.

Mitch laughed and helped Darrin clean his face as they shared the last bite. Darrin tossed the remains in a nearby barrel, and was again scanning the booths. Mitch looked at him and shook his head.

"You can't seriously be looking for more food!" said Mitch.

"Indian tacos. I really want an Indian taco," said Darrin with a grin.

Mitch shook his head and trailed behind Darrin as he made a beeline for the next food conquest. Mitch stood back and chuckled as he watched Darrin order his special combination of ingredients for his Indian taco. First the Fry Bread base was covered with a thick layer of seasoned ground beef, then a layer of beans, followed by thick additions of every vegetable the vender had, all topped with a thick dollop of sour cream and hot salsa. Motioning Mitch over to a nearby table, the two where soon feasting on the piled high treat, one Darrin only allowed himself to have a few times a year. On an impulse, Darrin leaned across the table and fed Mitch a particularly delectable bit of the concoction. 

"You people should get a room for that crap!"

Darrin and Mitch both froze in place, jarred back into the reality that they were no longer in the safe confines of the ranch. Mitch pressed his hands against the table and slowly stood. Darrin turned, but was unable to see the face of the person who made the comment. But the silhouette alone was very intimidating.

Mitch stood, his fists doubled and muscles tense as he prepared for more than a verbal assault. Darrin struggled to stand when he heard what almost sounded like a giggle from Mitch. Looking up in disbelief, he confirmed that his husband was smiling as he extended open arms to the stranger. Darrin watched as Mitch gave the person a back crushing greeting.

"Damn, Gordy! You could scare the shit out of a guy!" said Mitch.

With that Darrin finally got a clear look, and was shocked to see their friend, Gordy standing next to Mitch. Rushing over, Darrin grabbed Gordy too and repeated Mitch's greeting. 

"What the hell are you doing in Oklahoma City?" asked Mitch, followed by Darrin's "Where's Sam and the kids?"

A cloudy of emotion flickered across Gordy's face, but was so quickly dispelled that Darrin questioned its validity. "I'm here on business. The company flew me in to work with some folks. Sam and the kids are fine. They're back in Colorado."

Mitch clasp his arm, "Everything ok, big guy?"

"Oh yeah, never been better. We're doing great," said Gordy with a smile.

From there the conversation drifted into the day-to-day dealings with a multitude of topics. Finally the pair convinced Gordy to go with them to eat. The food, conversation and beer relaxed everyone, which Mitch was glad to see for Darrin. It was still early evening when Gordy reluctantly said he had to call it a night. 



After dropping Gordy off, the pair did a little sightseeing and eventually headed back to their own hotel. They arrived at their room feeling good about the deals Mitch had brokered during the day, and their evening with Gordy. 

Mitch had picked out the room for the night and it was almost a small apartment, with a great deal of attention to the décor of the room. Mitch sat in one of the chairs and started pulling off his boots while Darrin prowled the room. He finished quickly, but by the time he ended his tour, Mitch had stripped and was slowly jacking his cock. Darrin's eyes met Mitch's and he could almost feel the smoldering heat coming from

"Strip for me, babe. You wanna give me a private dance tonight?" asked Mitch through a gravely voice.

Without a word, Darrin kicked off his boots and socks and then started swaying to the unheard music, slowly unbuttoning his pants. His cock had already forming a nice bulge in his jock as he slowly slid his pants down his hairy thighs, revealing the solid muscle of his body. Soon they were pooled around his feet and he stepped out of them.

Dressed only in his shirt, Darrin moved to the chair and started gyrating around Mitch, who continued his slow masturbation as he watched. Running his hands down Mitch's chest, Darrin slowly lowered his bare ass and started rubbing against Mitch's lap. He sensuously worked over Mitch, doing everything that came to his mind to drive his husband's desire through the roof. 

Mitch smiled as his hands reached out, touching and caressing Darrin as he moved. But each time Mitch reached too far, Darrin would dance away, wanting Mitch's lust to build past the point of restraint. Soon the tension between the two was palpable and their desire was reaching a climax. Darrin let Mitch catch him, and he was pulled into position between Mitch's legs. Mitch gripped the back of Darrin's head and slapped his face with his hard cock, each time leaving strands of precum across Darrin's reddened face.

Darrin licked his lips, ready for their game to go to the next level. He reached forward, grabbing Mitch's nuts and started fondling them. Hearing a soft sigh of pleasure from Mitch, he leaned in and sucked Mitch's balls into his mouth. Running his tongue over their hairy exterior, he was soon working first one and then the other as he switched back and forth between Mitch's nuts, leaving them coated with spit as he toyed with Mitch's cock. 

With Mitch's sack dripping spit, he moved lower, opening Mitch's ass and inhaling the rich, earthy, masculine scent of his husband. Darrin formed his tongue into a lance point, and drove it into the tight folds of Mitch's ass. Quickly he took charge and was aggressively tongue fucking the hairy ass in front of him.

"Oh yeah, tongue my hot ass! Fuck! Drive that thing inside me, you hot cowboy stud!" said Mitch through the moans of pleasure.

Mitch lifted himself off the chair and grabbed Darrin's head. Pinning Darrin's face against his asshole, Mitch was delirious with the amazing sensations. Darrin was almost growling as he attacked the expanding hole in front of him. But Mitch was not satisfied being catcher tonight, he wanted his man and he wanted to take him hard and rough. Letting a last gasp of pleasure leak from his lips, he turned quickly, his hard cock smacking Darrin across the cheek. Mitch leaned down, kissing Darrin's spit soaked lips hard, enjoying the taste and scents of the combination of his crotch and Darrin.

Mitch pushed Darrin forward and growled at him, "On your hands and knees! I'm going to fuck your sexy tight hole tonight until you beg to cum."

Darrin smiled and ran his tongue over Mitch hand, enjoying the salty taste, and the slight sign of submission he was giving. With a leer at Mitch, Darrin spun around, spread his legs and presented his jockstrap-framed ass to his lover. The cool breeze over his hot aching hole felt wonderful, and he was ready for a good fucking. This would be the first time in weeks that they'd had enough privacy to cut loose, and Darrin was ready for some hot sex. He was still in a hormone-induced haze when the first drops of cool gel dribbled into his open ass. Darrin lowered his head and sighed at the delicious feeling as the gel was smeared over his puckered hole. Just as Darrin was ready to beg for more, Mitch shoved his thick finger inside his hole, stretching Darrin open for the fucking he was ready to get.

Darrin quickly relaxed under the onslaught and moaned loudly as the waves of pleasure washed over his body. As Mitch slid three fingers in Darrin's now loosening hole, Darrin dropped his chest to the floor, his body surrendered to his man. His delirium was complete when he felt Mitch take his shirt like the reins of a horse and drive his cock deep inside of Darrin's gut. 

"Oh god yes! Fuck! Pound it babe! Fuck my ass!" squealed Darrin.

Mitch ripped into Darrin, dominating the larger man as he pounded his hole. Darrin's gasps of pleasure drove Mitch to fuck him even harder. The fact that his husband was still partially clothed was somehow a turn on. Soon Mitch had the wide jockstrap band in both hands and crouched behind Darrin with his cock ramming hard and fast into his hot hole. Darrin had moved past comprehensible speech as the spongy head of Mitch's rock hard cock rammed into him again and again. Mitch could feel the tightening of Darrin's ass grip his cock as his body moved toward release. With a maniacal laugh, Mitch rammed even harder, smashing his cock against Darrin's prostate with shattering velocity. Feeling Darrin's body suddenly locking in the throes of climax, Mitch buried himself deep inside his husband and relished the sensations.

"Oh, oh oh oh! Fuck!" screamed Darrin as his body seized in the midst of a tremendous ejaculation. His jock was soaked with jet after jet of cum as his abused prostate and full balls pumped out a massive load. 

Mitch buried his cock deep inside of Darrin, enjoying the pulsations as the waves of climax rolled over him. Lying across Darrin's back, he reached around and grabbed Darrin's nipples and twisted them hard, knowing the final bit of pain and pleasure would drive Darrin into a whole new level of bliss. True to form, Darrin let out a last tremendous shudder as the nipple play did drive him to a new plateau. For Mitch, the trembling man impaled on his cock was all the encouragement he needed to move again. 

Squatting behind Darrin, Mitch tightened his grip on the shirt and began slamming into his tight hole. The gasps and moans coming from under him drove Mitch on; his throbbing cock was oh so close, his body trembling with the need for release. As a last wave of pleasure rolled over him, he knew his orgasm was at the brink. Desperately trying to hold back, Mitch drove his dick into Darrin's receptive hole and stopped, willing his climax to subside. 

Mitch's desperate delaying tactic was an epic failure. The slight twitch of his body, and the teasing sensations of Darrin's convulsing gut were more stimulation than was needed to drive him over the edge. With a deep guttural moan, his cock erupted inside Darrin. Pumping out shot after shot of cum, his cock was soon sliding through its own wet slick cum. The orgasm rolled over him again and again as his pleasure reached delicious heights. With the final jolt of pleasure, his cock leaked the last of his juice into Darrin. Mitch's body trembled and sagged, finally releasing Mitch who dropped across Darrin's body. He was panting with exertion as his system tried to recover.

"Oh fuck! That was amazing," said Mitch with a sigh.

Darrin collapsed on the floor, taking his man with him, and groaned. "No shit. Damn that felt good!"

Mitch planted a gentle kiss on the back of Darrin's neck and then snuggled down against him. Several minutes passed in the dark quiet room. Eventually the rhythmic breathing of sleep could be heard from the couple.



'Meet me at the DQ'

That was all it had said. Josh wasn't sure what was going on with Zach, but he was getting more and more remote these last couple of months, until Josh was tired of the drama, and frustrated by all of Zach's hang-ups. This text message was the latest, and Josh was at the end of his rope. When they had first met, Josh was entranced by the small blond, but the more time they spent together, the more Josh realized they did not need the same things. He tried to push all his conflicting emotions down as he pulled into the parking lot. Josh let his pickup roll to a stop and paused for a few minutes to calm himself, then strolled into the college hangout. He quickly spotted Zach seated in a booth against the back wall. Moving to the booth, he sat down opposite Zach with a look of frustration he was making no attempt to hide.

"Hey Zach, I got your text. What's up?" asked Josh.

"We need to talk . . . " began Zach.

Josh leaned back, fairly certain he knew what was happening. Part of him was chuckling, he hadn't broken up weeks ago to spare Zach's feelings and now it looked like Zach was dumping him. Another part of him was upset, he didn't really think the relationship was working, but damnit, he wanted to be the one who broke it off, not the other way around. But mostly, he was ambivalent about it all and just wanted it to end. He realized that Zach was still talking and shifted back into the conversation.

" . . . I really like you, Josh. I love you. But I don't think we are working out as a couple. There are things you want that I don't enjoy, and I'm sure there are things I want that you don't enjoy . . ."

Josh almost smiled, wondering what Zach could possibly want that he hadn't been willing to do. It had mostly been Josh wanting to explore new things, and Zach being so vanilla that it was unbelievable. 

" . . . he's a really great guy. He's on the university gymnastics team. About my height, but with huge shoulders . . ."

Wait! What the fuck! There's another guy? Damnit! This wasn't going how Josh wanted it to go at all.

"Wait. You've been seeing someone else?" asked Josh tensely, trying to remain calm.

"Well, not exactly seeing. He was in my class, and then I saw him at the Gay-Straight Alliance meeting, and we got to talking . . ." Zach started.

"So did you— did you at least have safe sex with him?" Josh snapped.

Zach paused for a minute, and then took a deep breath and continued. "Josh, I wouldn't do that to you. I haven't had sex with Christopher. But you have to admit, we haven't been that great together for months. I actually thought you might be relieved."

Josh started to snap at Zach again, and realized he was right. They hadn't been doing well as a couple for quite a while and Josh was tired of the drama. He had enough going on without boyfriend problems. He did like Zach, but they were not meshing as a couple. And he wanted to keep Zach as a friend. Who knows, he might even like this Christopher character and they could hang out together, maybe. 

"You're right, we have been having problems for a while now. And Zach, I'd like for us to still be friends. But give me a little time," replied Josh.

Zach nodded and then the pair sat quietly for several minutes. Eventually Zach started speaking again.

"You know, I'd never been with anyone before you. You were my first lover. You will always have a special place in my heart."

Josh smiled and reached across the table and gave Zach's cheek a final touch. "You are special, Zach. I hope Christopher is the one for you. I really want you to be happy."

Zach grinned a little and shrugged. "I'm sure most people will think I'm crazy for letting you get away. But I think Chris and I have a shot at being a long term couple."

Josh gave Zach a smile and then stood, stepped beside him and leaned down, kissing his forehead. "I hope you're right, Zach. I really do."

Josh walked out the door and got into his pickup. As he pulled into the street, he was fighting so many warring emotions that he was not sure how to feel. Fortunately the drive to the ranch was without serious event. He parked beside the guys, gathered up his backpack and slowly walked into the house. He was hoping that he could escape to his room with minimal interaction. But, of course they noticed his change in demeanor immediately.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 11



"What's wrong, Josh?" asked Darrin.

Josh stopped, frozen in place for the span of several heartbeats and then turned to face Darrin. He quickly decided that this would be quicker to just tell them rather than go through the whole process of dragging it out of him.

"Zach and I broke up. He found someone else," said Josh.

"So the little twink dumped you, huh," said Trent, "He's stupider than I thought."

Josh turned and snapped at Trent. "Yeah! He dumped me! You happy now?"

Trent threw up his hands. "Hey asshole, it's no shit off me. I was just saying he's pretty fuck'n stupid to dump someone that looks like you. I never did see what you saw in that twink anyway."

Before the two could corner off more, Darrin stepped in, "So what happened, Josh? If you want to talk about it . . ."

Josh shrugged his shoulders, "We had been having problems. We just didn't—" He cast a glance at Trent, "Connect anymore. I'd been thinking that it wasn't working out, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings." Josh gave a strange laugh. "So he dumped me."

"Pussy. You fuck'n stayed with someone when you fuck'n knew it wasn't working out? You're a pussy." said Trent without emotion.

Mitch stopped Josh before he could reply, "Knock it off, Trent. A little understanding would be good here."

Trent shrugged. "Whatever." Turning back to what he was working on, Trent ignored the rest of the conversation.

Darrin glanced at Trent, but then quickly focused on Josh. "So are you ok Josh?"

Josh laughed slightly and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm just still working through everything." Josh flipped a quick glance at Trent and then continued, "Actually I think what pisses me off the most is that he dumped me. Damnit, I wanted to be the one doing the dumping!"

Mitch and Darrin chucked as Josh shook his head. Darrin reached out and squeezed Josh's shoulder. "Hang in there, maybe next time you can be the one to dump the other guy."

Josh chuckled and then replied, "I'm fine now. It was time. We were going down hill pretty fast." Without a backward glance, Josh picked up his books and walked to his bedroom. Changing clothes quickly, he was soon out the door to take care of his chores. 



"No, pull here. That way just puts the calf in a bind," said Josh as he tried to give Trent instructions on pulling the calf.

Calving season had hit the two younger men like a loaded freight train. Most of the deliveries had been uneventful, but this calf was being particularly stubborn. They had been working on the delivery for over an hour and nothing seemed to help. Josh was about ready to make the call to the vet and try to save the calf, but when he looked down he saw Trent was pushing the calf back inside and straining to get his hand in alongside. 

"What are you doing?" said Josh, not sure that he trusted Trent with the cattle.

"I've been reading up on bad deliveries. I thought I'd just check . . ."

Josh watched as Trent's arm sank up to the elbow inside the heifer. He was close to insisting that Trent stop, when the look on his face clearly indicated he had found something. Trent started struggling with the calf, and soon pulled up a third hoof.

"What the fuck!" said Josh.

Trent chuckled and wiped his sweaty face on his sleeve. "Twins. We were pulling on one leg from each calf."

"Well shit! Great call, Trent!" said Josh. Dropping to his knees he helped Trent push one calf back, and then worked on delivering the other. With the problem identified, they soon had two healthy bull calves on the ground, and a mother who was cleaning both of them.

"Damn, it's a wonder I didn't kill 'em. That was amazing, Trent. I'm glad you had been reading up on it."

Trent gave one of his tightly rationed smiles as he watched the two calves try to stand on shaky legs. "That was pretty cool, wasn't it."

Josh reached out without thinking and put his hand on Trent's shoulder. And at that moment, Trent enjoyed the little camaraderie. Turning after a few moments, they left the newest arrivals with their mother and headed to the house.



As the ranch moved into late spring, the new births dwindled, then finally stopped. The rainfall had been steady too, creating an abundance of pasture forage. The calves and kids were growing at an amazing rate. For once, things seemed to be going well and the crises that came up were nothing that couldn't be handled. Mitch and Darrin had gone over their expenses carefully and it looked like they were going to have a good year when they sold calves. Even Josh's goats were doing well and he had found buyers. Trent was still withdrawn, but that seemed to be the way he operated, regardless of what was going on around him.

The day had turned out to be one of those few spring days when it was perfect weather for anything involving the outdoors. Mitch had declared the day a ranch holiday and told the boys they could do whatever they wanted. For he and Darrin, Mitch had saddled the horses to take a relaxing ride. Josh had decided to try his luck at fishing, he'd invited Trent to go too, but had been met with indifference. 

All of this provided Trent with the time and opportunity to think about things. He decided it was time. He needed to take advantage of the spring weather and leave the ranch. He still thought this place was too good to be true, and he didn't want to be around when it all came crashing down. He carefully pulled out all the clothing and food he'd been stashing for months, and packed them into his backpack. Soon he was headed out the door, traveling east.



Josh was sitting on the bank of the creek, enjoying the warm sunshine against his skin, having stripped off his shirt while he was fishing. Eventually he gave up on the fish, and lay back to enjoy the warmth. The bright sun was relaxing, and actually making him horny. Since Zach had broken up with him, there hadn't been anyone else, and Josh found himself in a constant state of semi-erection. 

Josh's fingers started tracing over his chest, enjoying the slight texture of his short body hair. He ran his fingers over his flat stomach, sighing softly as the tips of his fingers slid under the edge of his jeans. As he slipped his fingers across his lightly furred abdomen, he closed his eyes and relaxed, going with the sensations. 

His hands drifted back up his chest, finding his nipples and rubbing his fingers across them. Quickly they rose from his chest as hard nubs, sending jolts of pleasure through his system with each caress of his fingers. Running his hands lower, he slipped them both into his jeans, grabbing and stroking his cock and balls as the waves of pleasure washed over him.

Soon his dick was rock hard and his hand slick with precum. His eyes were closed tightly as his body swam in the wonderful feelings. Josh drifted in the heat of the afternoon until eventually he found himself with his pants and underwear around his ankles, slowly stroking his cock. With his free hand he reached between legs, teasing his aching hole and taking delight in the delicious sensations rolling over him as he worked his butt slowly. Soon Josh was gasping with the sensations and lifted his hand to his lips, coating two fingers with spit as he slowly jacked his cock. Once his fingers were dripping with saliva, he lowered them again to his ass and started pressing them into his butt. He gasped as they pierced his tight hole, throwing his head back as his nuts sucked against the base of his cock.

Josh's finger fucking rapidly accelerated until his hand was flying in and out of his butt as his fist flogged his rigid dick. Josh felt his ass tighten, clamping down on his fingers as his orgasm began. The first jet of white cum left a thick trail across his face, followed quickly by a second shot with almost equal velocity. As his cock pumped out massive quantities of cream, Josh's body was racked with pleasure, enjoying his first orgasm in more than a week. Eventually, with a few shallow shudders, he drained the last of the cum from his nuts. Running his hands across his cream-covered chest, Josh then lifted his coated fingers to his lips and slowly sucked them clean, enjoying the taste and texture of the jizz he had just generated.

Collapsing against the creek bank, he relaxed in the late spring sunshine. The heat and light breeze felt wonderful over his bare skin. The sounds of nature combined with the warmth of the day and soon had Josh gently dozing.



Darrin watched his husband's ass rise and lower itself in the saddle. He loved Mitch's muscular ass and just watching it still gave him a boner like he was a horny teenager. He had to admit that it was a great day for a little break for all of them. He sometimes felt that Trent and Josh's warring washed over onto him and Mitch more often than it should. Fortunately for them, it was nothing too serious, but the constant bickering did wear on them. Not that they were going to ask either young man to leave, they would deal with whatever came along, but just a tiny break from the drama was going to be wonderful.

"Hey, how about here?"

Darrin was jarred from his introspection by Mitch's question. Looking around he saw that Mitch had taken them to one of the few wooded areas on the ranch, which would be nice on a hot spring day. The cooling breeze under the towering cottonwood trees gave them the perfect setup for a picnic. 

Darrin wasn't certain what they were eating. Mitch enjoyed the element of surprise when it came to Darrin, so there was no way to tell what it might be. He knew Mitch had packed a saddlebag with plenty of food for them to enjoy, but that was the extent of his knowledge. They walked the horses to an open area in the trees and dismounted. Mitch took the saddlebags and laid them on the ground, then walked both horses to the deep grass and turned them loose. Walking back under the trees and to Darrin, Mitch wrapped his arms around him and kissed Darrin passionately. His hands shifted as they kissed until he had one holding the back of Darrin's head, and the other on his lower back. The world paused as they kissed, first their lips pressed hard against each other, then as their lips opened slightly Mitch slipped his tongue inside of Darrin's mouth and probed it softly. 

Darrin relished the contact and the loving touch. He enjoyed the feeling of control and support that Mitch gave him when he kissed Darrin like this. It always felt to Darrin that he could relax and enjoy the journey as his husband took over and guided them on another wonderful experience. His crotch was definitely tightening as the kiss continued and Darrin felt Mitch's hands dropped to his ass and start kneading it in his work-roughened hands. As the kiss transformed, Mitch slid his lips down Darrin's neck, nibbling and biting at it as the two of them melted into each other. Mitch opened the top of Darrin's shirt, planting kisses across its hirsute surface as he enjoyed his man before drifting back to his lips. 

As the kiss resumed, both men began dry humping the other with passion burning hot through their veins. Darrin could feel his aching hard cock getting slick as the precum pumped from his dick. Just as Darrin was ready to strip and become more intimate in their play, Mitch slowly pulled back from him. Licking his lips, he smiled at Darrin.

"Oh no you don't, stud. That was just the preview of things to come," said Mitch with a smile.

Mitch pulled over the saddlebags he'd brought, and started digging through them. Soon he had a blanket on the ground covered with little containers of food. Darrin chuckled as Mitch started opening them. What soon unfolded before him was the oddest combination of food that he could ever remember seeing. Everything from pickled baloney cubes, to Brie and fancy crackers. The spread just got weirder and weirder as the mixed olives and fried okra were revealed. Finally Darrin realized it was a conglomeration of anything he'd said he liked since he and Mitch had been together. 

A soft pop drew Darrin's attention back to Mitch, just in time to see him uncork a bottle of Chardonnay. Darrin started laughing as Mitch poured them each a glass of wine. 

"Looks like you thought of everything," said Darrin with a laugh. "How in the world did you get wine glasses out here without breaking them?"

Mitch got a sheepish look on his face and lifted the saddlebag and shook it. Darrin could distinctly hear the sound of glass rattling. "I packed extras," said Mitch with a grin.

Darrin leaned over and kissed Mitch softly on the lips, running his hand along Mitch scruffy jaw and enjoying the sensation. Settling back down on the blanket, they began snacking from the treats that Mitch had packed. As the small indulgences disappeared, the two men slowed their eating, focused on enjoying the last remnants of food. Darrin popped the last morsel into his mouth and smiled at Mitch.

"That was good, I have to admit. I wasn't sure about all those odd things, but it was good," said Darrin with a shake of his head. 

"I still have dessert too. And a special treat for you," said Mitch with a devilish grin.

Darrin watched as Mitch pulled out a small bag of cookies, again a mix of everything Darrin liked. He eagerly grabbed a few oatmeal and snickerdoodle cookies, which were his favorites, and then lay across the blanket and looked at Mitch. He was continually surprised at his luck at having such a devastatingly handsome husband. He certainly would agree that he had scored well when he snagged Mitch. Reaching in the bag, he grabbed a few more cookies and munched on them as he met Mitch's eyes. Mitch popped the last of a chocolate chip cookie into his own mouth and then dusted his hands against his jeans. 

Without another word, Mitch turned and brought out the surprise. Darrin flushed pink as Mitch tossed him a small plastic bag with a small, oddly shaped dildo and lube in it. Shaking his head at Mitch grinning face, Darrin couldn't help but be excited.

"What the hell is that?" asked Darrin, "It's a weird shape."

"It's a prostate massager, and it stays in by itself. If you use it right it's suppose to give you a dry orgasm," explained Mitch.

Mitch walked on his knees across the blanket and took Darrin in his arms. Mitch kissed him passionately and then leaned back as a single stand of saliva trailed between their lips. 

"Strip," said Mitch with a quiet intensity.

Darrin glanced around and then quickly pulled off his shirt and opened his jeans. Rolling on his back, he soon had his boots kicked off and was yanking his jeans from his legs. As his jeans went flying to the edge of the blanket, Darrin rolled back to his hands and knees and locked eyes with Mitch with an intensity that matched Darrin's own feelings.

"There ya go, stud. What'd you want now? You think you're gonna plug my tight ass?" said Darrin in a low voice.

Mitch leaned in and kissed his husband gently on the lips and then pulled back again with a smile. "Turn around so I can see that cute butt of yours. I think I'll let you try out the new toy first."

Darrin chuckled softly as he presented his ass to Mitch. Still on his hands and knees, he spread his legs as far as possible, wanting Mitch to get a nice view of his butt. He watched as Mitch flipped the top of the lube open and then covered his fingers with the slick gel. Mitch gave Darrin a smoky look as he stroked his wet fingers down the crack of Darrin's ass. Darrin dropped his head at the wonderful feeling that raced through his body. A loud moan erupted from him as Mitch slide two thick fingers into his ass. The butt play continued for many delirious minutes, until Mitch slowly let them slide out. Picking up the small dildo, he covered it with lube as Darrin knelt panting before him. Once the plastic toy was ready, Mitch slipped it inside Darrin's gut. Smiling broadly, he pushed it in deep, pressing it quickly into place.

"Oh fucking hell! That feels amazing! Keep it up, babe," said Darrin through a loud moan.

Mitch smacked Darrin on the ass cheek, causing him to clench his butt. The pressure sucked the toy deep inside Darrin, sliding across his prostate.

"Shit! That feels so good," said Darrin through a moan.

Mitch smiled and pulled Darrin's butt cheeks apart, chuckling as the black end of the toy plunged over and over against his ass. Caressing Darrin's butt cheeks as he learned to manipulate the toy, Mitch's crotch tightened at the show. After a handful of minutes, Mitch smacked Darrin's ass.

"Come on, horny boy. We still have more cookies. But keep the toy in."

Darrin slowly moved up, obviously lost in the sensations of his button being hit repeatedly. As he settled down on the blanket, he pressed the toy deep inside him. Darrin's eyes fluttered shut as his body tensed; his fists clenched as the orgasm enveloped his body. Darrin could feel his whole body shaking as his muscles succumbed to the stimulation. Darrin could feel the amazing pleasure coming from his ass that was encasing his entire body. Darrin experienced one of the strongest orgasms he had ever had, without an ejaculation. His muscles finally released, and he fell forward, catching himself on his hands as he gasped for breath.

"Oh. My. God," said Mitch slowly with a smile, "It's not suppose to be that easy."

"Damn, that was amazing. I'm still shaking," said Darrin through gasps of air.

Mitch knelt beside Darrin, rubbing his back and smiling maniacally as his husband recovered. He never really thought the toy would do what the website said, he just thought it would be fun to play with. But judging from Darrin's response, it would be more fun than he realized. Eventually Darrin was breathing normally, moving carefully he sat on the side of his hip, unwilling to have the toy plunge inside him again but enjoying the sensations too much to want it removed. When he finally looked at Mitch, Darrin found him grinning from ear to ear.

"Was it good, babe?" said Mitch with a snicker.

"Fuck you," said Darrin with a smile. "You said something about more dessert."

Mitch nodded his head and pulled out another container, this one crammed full of double chocolate brownies. Pouring the last of the wine into their glasses, the two men soon devoured the brownies and were sipping the last of the wine. Mitch let the last drops of wine drip from his glass into his mouth, and then took Darrin in his arms and pulled him close. He ran his fingers through the hair on Darrin's chest and then over his face, his fingers translating the textures of his handsome husband into his mind. Soon their lips were seeking each other again, creating a kiss of heightened passion. When their lips separated, both were breathless from the hunger of their kiss. 

"You are an amazing man, Mitch," said Darrin quietly.

Mitch smiled at him and without another word stood and started stripping. He popped the snaps on his shirt one at the time, slowly baring his hair-coated chest. As the bottom snap released, Mitch flipped the shirt off his shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. His hand slid to the front of his jeans, rubbing his hard cock through the denim. The Wranglers cupped Mitch's package nicely as Darrin smiled at the show Mitch was creating for him. 

After a few minutes of groping himself, Mitch opened his jeans and let them slide down his thighs. Darrin leaned forward, the sex toy gliding over his prostate as he moved, forcing another moan from his chest. Mitch sat down and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. With a knowing smile on his face, Mitch moved to his hands and knees in front of Darrin. Turning his head, Mitch looked deeply into Darrin's eyes and almost whispered.

"Fuck me, stud."

Darrin moved behind his man, his fingers clamping down on his muscular hips. The toy was doing its job too, causing Darrin's cock to drip precum like a leaky faucet. As he pushed forward, his hard cock slipped into Mitch ass. Darrin pushed slowly forward until he felt the head of his cock pop through the first of Mitch's gateways. As he clenched his ass to push again, the dildo raked over his prostate, sending shivers of pleasure through Darrin's body. Pressing forward, he found Mitch's inner gate and started pressing forward to breach it. But this love making session was very different; with each thrust of Darrin's hips the dildo rammed itself deep inside him, giving Darrin the sensation of being fucked while he was screwing Mitch. With only a few pushes, Darrin broke through Mitch's barrier and sunk his rock hard cock deep inside his gut.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 11



"Oh hell yes," said Mitch with a sigh.

Darrin responded in kind with a moan that reverberated through the clearing. Soon Darrin was pumping back and forth, fucking Mitch, and himself. Darrin knew he wouldn't last long and started pounding Mitch with wild abandon. His system was so overwhelmed with sensations of pure pleasure that after only a handful of hard thrusts, Darrin knew he was about to blow. The toy in his ass was definitely doing its work as it ramped up the intensity of his orgasm. With a wild scream of pleasure, Darrin rammed himself in hard, his muscles locking as his orgasm began. His cock exploded with unbelievable volume of cum that seemed to pump from Darrin's cock like a fire hose. He could feel cum flooding Mitch's butt as it flowed from his pulsing cock. With a final shudder and deep, satisfied groan, he collapsed across Mitch's back. Mitch clenched his ass and looked over his shoulder at Darrin with a grin.

"Did you get what you needed, lover?"

"Oh my god. That was so amazing. Where did you find this damn thing?" said Darrin.

"Online, I was looking for something different and this seemed like it could be fun."

"Fun doesn't even begin to describe it," said Darrin with a soft chuckle. Realizing Mitch still was waiting, he ran his hands around his husband. "You ready for some action, babe?"

"How about you suck me off. I'm close and I wanna feed you my load," said Mitch with a leer.

Darrin smiled at the idea and slowly moved backward until his softening cock was pulled from Mitch's ass. Reaching back, he popped the toy out of his ass and tossed it to the side of the blanket. When he turned back, he smiled to find Mitch on his back, legs spread, waiting for Darrin to begin. Darrin lay between Mitch's legs and ran his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, licking the precum from his rigid shaft. He felt Mitch gently grip the sides of his head as Darrin let his man's cock slide down his throat.

"Oh yes, fuck that feels good. Just keep do'n that babe and I'll be feed'n you a load in no time," said Mitch through gasps of pleasure.

Darrin slid his mouth up and down the hard length of Mitch's cock. His precum was coating Darrin's tongue, and the taste was amazing. As he twisted and plunged his head over the torrid cock presented to him, Darrin reached up and started fondling Mitch's balls. The firm orbs inside his sack roiled and eluded capture. But Darrin knew the sensations he caused were adding to Mitch's heat. 

Mitch bucked upward, driving his cock deep into Darrin's throat. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck!" screamed Mitch as his orgasm began.

Darrin's mouth was flooded with man seed, which he valiantly tried to swallow. But the torrent was too great and soon cum was leaking from around his lips as the blasts of jizz continued. Darrin lost track of time as he was enveloped in Mitch's climax. But too soon he realized that it was waning as the final jolts of thick cream oozed into his mouth. Letting Mitch's cock slip from between his lips, Darren started cleaning the errant bits of cum from his lover's cock. He hungrily devoured each bit until the sensation proved too much for Mitch.

"Oh shit. Stop. Fuck, it's sensitive!" said Mitch as Darrin continued to lick him clean. Eventually Mitch managed to pry Darrin off his cock and with a chuckle pulled him closer so they could share a hard kiss. The two slowly relaxed against the blanket as they cuddled with each other. Darrin ran his finger over Mitch's cheek, enjoying the rough texture of his afternoon stubble and grinned broadly.

"What?" said Mitch.

"I was just think'n. You can go toy shopping any time you'd like!" said Darrin with a grin.

Mitch chuckled and pulled his lover tight against him, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss.



Trent turned when the flashing lights of a sheriff's car started behind him. Having only gotten a few miles from the ranch, he was already beginning to feel its soft siren call. He was missing Max, and even Josh, a little. He just couldn't trust the feelings he was having, everything had been too good. But with each footstep, the pull of the ranch was increasing. His past experiences all told him to get out before something bad happened, but what if he was wrong? This might be his only chance, but he just couldn't be rejected again. 

The heat of the Oklahoma afternoon sun had convinced Trent to strip off his shirt, stowing it in his backpack. It was actually a book bag that the guys had given him when he'd first arrived, but it was the only thing that Trent had to carry his few worldly possession. Realizing how he looked wasn't really an issue, he moved to the shoulder of the road to see why he was being stopped. He knew from previous experience, cops don't want you making sudden moves, so Trent froze in place as he waited. Thinking about the situation, Trent decided Darrin and Mitch must have found out he'd left, and called the police. He had been careful not to take anything that he hadn't been given, but he knew from previous experience, sometimes that didn't help.

The Sheriff slowly opened his car door and walked over to Trent. He decided the kid looked much better than he had a few months earlier when he'd found him in the backseat of that car. Trent still hadn't made eye contact when Sheriff White Cloud stopped a few feet in front of him.

"Leavin'?" said the sheriff.

Trent crossed his arms and flicked his eyes upward to glare at the Sheriff. "I didn't steal a damn thing, I don't care what the fuck they said."

Sheriff White Cloud held out the open palms of his hands to signal to Trent his peaceful intent. "Whoa! No one sent me after you. I just saw you out for a walk and thought I'd see how things are going. Got food? Happy? They taken care of you right?"

"Yeah, everything fine, just great," said Trent without changing his stance.

"You thought they were going to molest you too, didn't you? But they haven't, so you're run'n cause you don't know what to do," said Sheriff White Cloud with one eyebrow cocked. He then seemingly switched subjects without giving Trent time to respond. "Interesting tattoo you got there. It Tlingit?"

Without seeming to notice the change, Trent replied, "No. Haida."

"Hmm, well I guess they're interesting, for a totem pole tribe . . ."

"The Haida had one of the most highly fuck'n developed cultures in North American! They had a mastery of working wood that was better than any white man. Now they're stuck—"

Trent stopped suddenly and glared at Jim, realizing he was being baited. His lips snapped shut and formed a hard horizontal line on his face. Folding his arms again over his bare chest, he stood in the glaring sun with a hostile look aimed at the Sheriff. The two waited in silence for several long minutes, the Sheriff with a slight grin flickering across his face. Finally Jim broke the silence.

"I can give you a ride back to the ranch if you'd like. They might not even know you're gone yet."

"Why would I want to go back, I don't want to live with a bunch of queers," spat out Trent.

The sheriff paused for a minute, then quietly asked, "Aren't you gay?"

"Fuck no!" screamed Trent.

"Ok, well that's fine. It's a matter of how you identify—"

"Save your breath . . . Sheriff. I'm not some stupid kid who doesn't know what he is. I'm bi, ok? Happy now that I can fit into your fuck'n categories?"

"First, don't take that attitude with me, young man. I expected to be treated with the same respect that I've shown you," said the Sheriff in a reasonable tone. "Second, your identity is your own. I was just asking."

"Fine, great. You're the pinnacle of diversity then. But I'm still bisexual."

"Well knowing Mitch and Darrin, they aren't forcing you to be anything you aren't. Right?" said Jim.

Trent continued to glare at the Sheriff, finally his eye went to the ground as he thought about it. After a few minutes Trent began to talk.

"No, they're treating me fine. Actually they've doing more for me than anyone since my Dad died. But they are just too good to be true, too perfect. Something is going to go south, and when it does I don't want to catch the blame for it. I have stuff that I've saved and it was time to leave."

The Sheriff let out a long slow breath and then his next question surprised Trent. "So that tattoo, it has something to do with your father."

Trent started to explode again, but then his bravado evaporated. He nodded silently and then started to explain. "Yeah, he was part Haida, I think his grandma was half or something. But he was so proud of his heritage. He talked to me about it all the time, said we would go sometime and meet some of his relatives. But we never did, and then he was killed in a car wreck. The figures are raven and killer whale. The rest of the design is something I doodled out for the tattoo guy, it seemed to work together. . ."

Sheriff White Cloud nodded, stepping closer to examine the shoulder piece. After a lengthy examination, he looked back at Trent and smiled. "It's very well done. Everyone should keep their heritage close and precious. Did you know that Darrin and Mitch are adopted members of the Kiowa tribe?"

"No, I had no idea. They didn't say anything about it," replied Trent.

The Sheriff chuckled, "Yeah, well they probably didn't think a blond kid would be too interested in their native ties. But they're two-spirits, and so are you. You should give them a chance, you never know how things might turn out."

"Two-spirit, Josh said something about that. I'd never heard of it. What's it mean? It sounds queer to me," said Trent.

"No, just a belief with native people that some people have two spirits in their souls. So a man who is attracted to other men is thought to have the spirit of both sexes. So they are considered special, and sometimes they take on unique roles in the tribe. We haven't had any two-spirits around here for a long time, so the boys arrival was an important event."

"Most people I knew thought my liking boys was a sin, and would send me to hell."

For the first time in their talk, the sheriff got a hard look on his face. Eventually he started speaking, but it was anything but relaxed and congenial. "Yeah, some people think that. Some people also tried to exterminate the native people because they thought we were an inferior race, so it was ok. Some people seem to need to hate other people to make themselves important. But I don't believe people who are two-spirit are evil or bad because of who they are attracted to. Now, don't get me wrong. I've met some gay people who I thought were slimy assholes, but their sexual preference had nothing to do with that."

Trent watched the Sheriff's face, understanding that they were talking about something very important to the native law officer. He absorbed the information, knowing he would think more about it later. He also realized that he really wasn't ready to leave yet. If he stayed longer, when he needed to escape, he would be better prepared. Who knew, he might even make it to his 18th birthday, then he would be a legal adult and he wouldn't have to worry about cops stopping him. With a slight relaxing of his jaw muscle, he knew what he was going to do.

"Yeah, that's fine," said Trent.

Jim looked at him for a second, trying to work out what had just happened. "What's fine, son?"

"The ride back to the ranch. I think I've gotten enough exercise for today."

"Good. Get in up front, no need for you to ride in the back seat," said Sheriff White Cloud.

They quickly moved into the patrol car and were headed back to the ranch. As they pulled to a stop in front of the house, Trent realized that no one was home. He really could go back and pretend he'd never left. Gathering up his bag, he exited the car and started walking back to his house. The sheriff was about to pull away, when he saw Trent pause. He waited, somehow sensing that was the correct response. After a second or two, Trent turned and walked back to the squad car and leaned in the open window.

"Thanks," said Trent.

Sheriff White Cloud smiled at him. "You're welcome."



Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 12



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.



Darrin stood beside the corral fence, watching the driver slowly back the trailer to the gate while the newest additions to the ranch squealed in anger and fear from inside. This time the addition to the ranch was definitely Mitch's idea. First, because he was by far the better horseman of the two of them, he was in a better situation to help the boys if they had trouble. Second, because Darrin still wasn't convinced that the two young men who lived with them weren't going to corner off for a knock down, drag out fight. Turning to Mitch, he continued to voice his concerns.

"You sure this is a good idea? These horses aren't just not trained, they're wild. And Trent had never been around animals until he got here," said Darrin.

"Yes, I'm sure. Trent will figure it out. Maybe Josh will grace him with some help too. Who knows, they might even find out they don't hate each other," said Mitch with a smile, "But just look how well Trent's done with the other animals since he's been here. He really seems to have a knack for working with them." 

They fell silent as the trailer settled into place at the gate with a slight click. The driver was being extra cautious since these animals would try to go through any perceived hole, and if they escaped at this point, they'd never be seen again. As the trailer stilled, Mitch could hear the two horses in the trailer squealing louder as their anxiety escalated. Once he had checked the gate again, Mitch reached over and opened the trailer door. After a few false runs at the opening, the horses charged through and into the corral. 

Both men watched as the two geldings ran hard around the corral, seeking an escape route, but finding none. Darrin was a little surprised that both were Paints, very different coloration, but still Paints. Typically the BLM horses were solid colors, but Mitch had managed to find these two. Darrin knew that the color choice was intentional, but he wasn't sure what Mitch was thinking. Darrin thought it would have been easier to have two very different horses, but this was Mitch's scheme, so it was up to him to make the choices, and live with the consequences. Darrin stood on the bottom rail of the corral fence watching the horses frantically running the enclosure while Mitch talked with the haulers. Soon Darrin felt someone beside him and glanced to his side to see the top of Mitch's cowboy hat as he leaned against the corral and watched the horses.

"They'll calm down," said Mitch after a few minutes had passed.

Darrin started to reply, but then heard rapid footsteps coming toward them and knew it was the boys. He closed his mouth and smiled, wondering how Mitch was going to spring this surprise on them.

"Hey guys, whatda ya think?" said Mitch.

Trent and Josh walked over to the fence and watched the two horses for a few minutes. The addition of two more people increased the horse's distress as they desperately sought an escape route. Surprisingly, Trent was the first to speak.

"They seem really scared," said Trent quietly.

"They were on BLM land until a few weeks ago. They aren't really use to being around people yet," replied Mitch as he watched both young men.

"What's BLM?" asked Trent without ever taking his eyes off the animals before him.

"Bureau of Land Management, they thin the horse herd out west so they don't overgraze the range," answered Mitch.

"Why are they here then?" asked Josh.

"They're for you and Trent," said Mitch with a grin.

"What? Huh?" exploded from the two young men.

"What do you mean it's for me? You mean it's yours and I get to do all the fuck'n work. That's what you really mean, ain't it," shouted Trent.

Mitch turned and grabbed Trent's face between his hands. Both Darrin and Josh tensed, knowing how Trent felt about being touched. But the expected explosion didn't happen, it was very evident from the look on his face that Trent wasn't happy about it, but other than the daggers he looked at Mitch, he didn't react. Mitch paused for a few moments to make sure he had Trent's full attention and then tried again.

"The horse is yours, you can sell it, take it with you if you leave, whatever. But if you don't treat him with respect, I will take him back so fast it will make your head spin. And yes, because he is yours, you will be taking care of him and training him. But it's going to take awhile; they were running the open range just a few weeks ago and are wild as shit. Another thing, Trent, you have to learn how to ride, but all that's doable if you are willing to work," said Mitch.

Trent mumbled around the hands that were still firmly on his cheeks, "I cun take care a fuck'n horse! 'Specially if it's mine. Wish un is ine?"

Mitch chuckled and released Trent's cheeks, "What'd you say?"

"Which one is mine?" Trent repeated.

"Which one do you want?"

"The one with the white face," said Trent, instantly.

Mitch looked over at Josh, who shrugged his indifference. Hoping that he hadn't just given them another point of contention, he turned back to Trent.

"Fine, you can have the white faced one. But everyone needs to leave them alone for the next few days. Just make sure they have water and some good hay in case they get hungry. They've been stressed a lot and need to calm down," said Mitch. Turning to Josh he explained further, "Why don't you two move Lady and Storm into the pens next to them so they can see other horses. That'll probably help 'em relax too."

The two younger men scrambled to settle the latest acquisitions into their new home while Mitch and Darrin moved to the porch to watch. Very quickly the needs of the horses were taken care of and the pair moved far enough from the pens so the horses didn't feel threatened, but the guys were still close enough to watch. Surprisingly, they seemed to be chatting quietly while they watch how the horses settled in.

"You are the luckiest shit in the world," said Darrin quietly.

"Nah, I knew they would settle down and not bite each other," said Mitch as they watched the horses.

"I wasn't talking about the horses," said Darrin.

Mitch turned and kissed Darrin on the cheek, "Neither was I . . ."



Darrin sat quietly in the faculty conference room as he waited for everyone to arrive. He'd been working on his review materials for months, but today was the acid test and would probably determine if he would be rehired for another 3 years. His rational side couldn't see any reason why he would not be reappointed. He had gotten a small grant early after he arrived and he and Dr. Ruck had just gotten notification last week that their major grant had been funded. With several new journal articles in the pipeline and the first one already approved. By any sane measure of progress, he was well above the standards outlined in the reappointment requirements. Unfortunately, academia is not inhabited by sanity . . .

Darrin had no idea what twist Boorman might put on things, and while homophobic ranting might backfire on him, he had always managed to key in on things that fed small-minded people's fears. That was the scenario that worried Darrin the most, Boorman was sneaky and could plant doubts in people's minds where there should not be any. In addition to the Boorman threat, there was the inherent craziness that was built into so many university departments. Darrin was definitely of the opinion that some of the people in his department could never hold down a regular job. And some of these people felt threatened by incoming faculty who were working hard. When you were dealing with the insecurities and the downright craziness of university life, you could never be certain how things were doing to go.

Darrin was jarred out of his introspection when the door banged shut behind the last person to enter the room. Taking his clue from the noise, the department chair began what Darrin hoped would be a typical faculty meeting. 

The standard reports were explained in their typical, time eating, excruciating detail until Darrin was starting to feel that the purpose of each committee report was expressly for increasing his stress level. When time finally came for his talk, Darrin went through his careful presentation and gave the highlights of his three years in the department. Darrin slowly relaxed, seeing many nods of agreement as he went through his roster of achievements. Wrapping up the presentation, he opened the floor to questions.

"Why are you claiming the two grants of Emma's as your own?"

Darrin groaned inside, knowing who had asked the question without even looking. Taking a deep breath, he started explaining, in careful detail, why each and every grant needed his contribution. Boorman kept up a steady barrage of questions, all aimed at discrediting his work for the past 3 years. This time Darrin didn't even lose his temper, since it was amazingly evident that most of the questions being directed at him were fabricated in the dark recesses of Kevin Boorman's mind. Some of them were on topics that were not even within his area of expertise, but it didn't seem to matter. Darrin also could sense the growing unrest with many of the other faculty. Unfortunately it seemed not everyone disagreed with Boorman's obvious attempt at academic sabotage. Among the faculty were those two or three who had never liked the idea that Darrin was openly gay and were delighted to have a reason other than their own bigotry.

As the questioning went on and on, the examination of minutia was starting to get to Darrin. But suddenly Boorman sat back in his seat and announced he had no further questions. The two or three follow up questions were largely for the sake of appearance and then the meeting moved to other topics. Darrin numbly sat through the remainder of the agenda items, and could not have told anyone what was discussed. After the meeting adjourned, Darrin moved stoically back to his office, still shocked at the attack, even though he had always known it was a possibility. Several people, including Emma Ruck, came by to tell him things would be fine, but it was difficult to put things in perspective after the hour-long interrogation he had just been through. Finally Darrin realized that he just needed to get away from this soul-destroying situation, and back with people who cared about him personally. Packing up his bag, he cast an eye over his disheveled space, and decided this time he didn't care that it was cluttered, turned off the lights and quietly shut the door. Darrin turned to walk down the hallway, and almost ran into a scurrying Kevin Boorman.

"Kevin," said Darrin in as civil a tone as he could manage.

Boorman nodded without comment and raced ahead of Darrin down the hallway. Darrin sighed and followed, surprised when he turned the corner to find Boorman waiting for the elevator. He realized as he walked up that Boorman was scratching his head, a lot. Darrin had been too concerned with everything else to note it during the meeting, but now he started putting some of the pieces together. Their offices were only on the second floor of the building and Darrin usually used the stairs, but today he decided a few seconds of alone time in the elevator with Kevin might be . . . instructional. 

He walked up just as the doors opened and followed Boorman inside. As the elevator shut and they started to descend, he looked over to find Boorman again digging at his hair.

Looking straight ahead at the doors, Darrin started talking, "You know we have a new kid at the ranch, the sheriff brought him to us after he caught him on some deserted back road getting paid by an older guy to have sex. He was scratching his head a lot too, turned out to have a terrible case of head lice. 'Course he also had Chlamydia and Gonorrhea, but the antibiotics cleared that up in a few days . . ."

Darrin finished just as the doors popped open. Darrin walked forward and then turned and met Kevin's eyes and seeing them fill with sheer panic. "He pointed the guy out to Mitch too, and kept Mitch from pounding him to a pulp." 

Darrin smiled as the look on Boorman's face transformed into unbelievable horror. As the elevator doors began to close, Darrin smiled and added.

"Hope you enjoy the toys you bought in Lawton too. We have pictures of your shopping spree if you ever want copies."

Darrin thought he heard a choking sound as the doors snapped shut.



Darrin rolled into his parking spot at the house, and looked over to see Trent standing on the bottom board of the fence, talking with his horse. Darrin sat in the pickup for several minutes watching; a little surprised at the dedication that Trent had shown over the past few weeks. The geldings were already settling down, and while they wouldn't let the boys touch them yet, they were much calmer.

"Not doin' to bad, huh?"

Darrin jumped at the unexpected voice, knowing the instant he moved that it was Mitch. Pivoting, he looked at his husband and then turned back to the corral to watch.

"No, he's doing pretty good. Looks like the horse is calming down," said Darrin. With a slight chuckle he continued, "Is he still insisting on calling the horse 'Whitehead'?"

"No! Thank god! He's decided 'Whitey' will work. I don't like it either, but at least he isn't naming the poor gelding after a zit!" said Mitch.

Darrin chuckled and turned back to watch. After a few minutes he felt Mitch's rough hand rubbing his neck.

"What's bothering you?" asked Mitch.

"Why do you think something is wrong?" said Darrin without looking at his husband.

"Well, for one, you aren't looking at me," said Mitch as he gently took Darrin's jaw and turned his head so they were looking eye to eye. "For another, your jaw muscle's jumping around like a spastic jumping bean. So spill it, what's wrong?"

Darrin let out an explosive sigh. "It probably won't make any difference, but today during my mid-point review presentation, Boorman pounced pretty hard on me. He insinuated that I wasn't really getting those grants on my own. I really think most of the faculty are tired of his crap, but some of them still don't like the fag on faculty and will probably vote against me because of that."

"They would've voted against you regardless. Boorman. . . I wish Trent had let me beat the hell out of that little shit! I might have ended up arrested, but I would've felt better," said Mitch.

Darrin started laughing as he recalled what he'd done in the elevator. Soon he sagged against Mitch laughing hysterically while Mitch started to look at him with concern. Finally he gathered his wits about himself enough to explain to Mitch what he'd done. Soon both of them had collapsed to the porch, laughing at the thought of Boorman frantically driving to another town to get lice treatment, since he wouldn't take the chance of someone seeing him by getting it locally. Mitch also thought the parting shot about the photos was priceless too, it would have their nemesis in knots worrying about it.

After a few minutes of stress relieving laughter, Darrin slowed and eventually just leaned against Mitch. "I really don't like parts of being at a university. The whole judging each other thing, that would be high on my list of things I hate.

Mitch hugged Darrin tight against his chest. "It's gonna to be fine. The worst they can do is kick you out, but we'll still have each other. Everything else is just icing on the cake."

"I know. I'm just being pathetic. But that's what I want to be right now!" said Darrin with a soft chuckle.

Mitch chuckled and suddenly began rocking back and forth. "There's da baby. Just relax, baby."

"Oh shut the fuck up," said Darrin as he started to laugh. After a few minutes he pulled back and Mitch released him. He decided that whatever was going to happen was already set in motion, there wasn't anything else he could do. Regaining their feet, they refocused on Trent and his horse.

Darrin heard an intake of breath from Mitch and saw that his attention was riveted on the scene at the corral. Following his husband's focus, Darrin turned to see Trent stretching his arm into the corral. His horse was extending its nose toward Trent until they were almost touching. Darrin held his breath as Trent patiently waited for the horse to come to him. Just as Darrin thought it wasn't going to happen, the gelding bumped his nose against Trent's hand and inhaled deeply. Unfortunately, at that point Josh drove in and the moment was shattered. The horse tossed his head and bolted across the corral, unwilling to tolerate Trent's presence any longer.

Josh walked onto the porch and turned to see what Darrin and Mitch were fixated on. Seeing it was Trent and his horse, Josh actually gave a small smile. 

"He's doing pretty good. That mustang is definitely calming down," said Josh.

"And how is yours doing?" asked Mitch.

"Fine, he's not as calm as Trent's, but we're doing fine," said Josh.

"Good," said Mitch. Again lifting his hand to the back of Darrin's neck, Mitch kneaded the taut muscles that he found there. After a few seconds, Darrin dropped his head and sighed. "Ah yeah, that feels good."

"Come on then, let's start supper. I think it's a good night for steaks!" said Mitch.

The pair turned and left Josh on the porch watching Trent working with the horse.



Mitch motioned the second semi into place at the loading chute. All four of them had been working for the last week to put together the shipment of calves they had sold. The buyer had been so impressed that he'd given them premium market price for the calves. 

Mitch was thrilled to see the results of his hard work in putting together the herd as he watched the cherry red cattle stream past him into the trailer. Mitch was certain this year's calf crop was going to make the ranch a nice profit. He was thrilled that it was shaping up to be such a good year for the ranch. With the wet spring they'd had, the cows had weaned exceptionally big calves. The always volatile Oklahoma weather had managed to not go from early spring weather straight to mid summer, which helped keep down the heat stress in the herd. No matter how adapted a breed was to heat and humidity, endless days of 100 degree heat took its toll. 

Josh had already sold and shipped his entire crop of youngsters, and had made enough profit to give Mitch and Darrin a sizeable principle payment and was on track to pay off his loan early. He'd found a buyer in south Texas that was looking for meat goats to send to several ethnic markets, which translated into Josh getting premium prices for his animals as well. Josh had also kept back a few of the best females to expand his herd. They were actually working out better for brush control than Mitch had anticipated so Josh hadn't had any problems convincing Mitch and Darrin to let him increase the number of goats. 

It also helped that Trent had been willing to help with the goats when Josh needed it. And Josh had appreciated that he'd never had to ask for help, Trent had just appeared each time Josh needed assistance. Mitch wasn't sure why Trent was trying to be nice to Josh, but he wasn't going to question the brief period of quiet they were having between the two of them. 

Mitch didn't want to take their good fortune for granted, but the ranch looked like it was becoming a profitable enterprise more quickly than he'd dare hope. As the last meaty butt ran past him and into the trailer, he shoved the door shut and latched it carefully. 

Vaulting the fence, Mitch quickly made his way over to the buyer, who was filling out their paperwork. He looked up and smiled as Mitch approached.




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 12



"Looks like a great bunch of calves. Be sure and call me next year. I want first shot at buying any calves you have!"

Mitch flashed the buyer a broad smile and nodded. "We'll definitely let you know when they're ready to market. We appreciate you coming out since we're new sellers."

The buyer nodded as he put the last details on the check, tore it from his checkbook and handed it to Mitch. Mitch folded it without looking and stuck it in his pocket. Holding out his hand to the buyer, the two men shook hands and then separated just as the trucks pulled out of the driveway.

Soon Mitch was watching as the buyer's pickup moved onto the county road and then quickly out of sight. Mitch felt a hand on his shoulder, but was surprised to turn and find Trent standing beside him.

"That was fuck'n awesome," said Trent.

"What was awesome?" said Mitch.

"Everything, we didn't have no shit happen. Those were the calves that Josh and I got into this fuck'n world. It was just awesome to see it all work. Shit doesn't usually work right when I'm involved," said Trent.

Mitch chuckled and put his hand on Trent's shoulder and squeezed. "You and Josh did a good job. Some of them wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you two. Once we get all the numbers worked, you'll both be getting a bonus for all your hard work too."

Trent stared at Mitch for a moment. "You're shit'n me! You're really going to give me money?" said Trent in disbelief.

"Of course," said Mitch, "We share the work, but we share the rewards too."

"Well fuck . . . shit like this doesn't happen to me," said Trent as he shook his head in disbelief. Trent looked up to see a questioning look on Mitch's face.

"I'm not shitting you. My dad died a few days before my birthday, after he'd promised me that we'd finally go and see his family. That was the worst, but it's always something. There's always another cock to suck so I can have food and a place to sleep at night, hoping that my latest 'Daddy' doesn't slip into my bed for some late night sex because he needs it. You fight back, you complain, you get moved. Next house could be worse, had one fuck'n hyper religious family that decided they could beat the sin out of me. It's always something, and it's always bad. The only variation is how bad is it going to be."

Mitch shook his head in disbelief and squeezed the young man's shoulder again. Trent looked up into Mitch's face, and was surprised to see a look of sympathy and understanding, with a firm underlying sense of rage at the people who did this to him.

"Trent, you're safe here, and you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like," said Mitch. 

He looked up as Darrin and Josh walked up. Deciding their conversation didn't need an audience, he spun Trent and then gave him a gentle push in the direction of the house. 

"Come on everybody, I'm hungry. It's been a busy day and it's time for supper."



Darrin and Mitch looked up from the table where they were going over the books for the ranch, catching each other's eyes. The calves had brought a premium when they were sold, and the buyer had sent them a bonus because of it. It wasn't a huge amount of money, just a token from the buyer who wanted their repeat business. But it represented a promise for more good years to come. 

About the time they had agreed that they were going to split the money between Josh and Trent as a bonus for their help, the back door shut with a bang and the sound of running boots echoed through the house. Josh rounded the corner and slid to a stop in front of the pair. Breathlessly waving a piece of paper in front of them, Josh was grinning from ear to ear. Finally he managed to gasp out between breaths, "Grades!"

Darrin glanced quickly at Mitch and then reached out and snatched the page from Josh's hand. The two men leaned over and started scanning down the page, digesting the information. After a few minutes of deathly silence, Darrin jump up and grabbed Josh in a massive hug.

"That's great! Straight A's! We're so proud of you, Josh," said Darrin.

Mitch stood and ruffled Josh's hair and then stood beaming as he scanned the page again. A after A was listed for the final grade for every class on the sheet. 

"I have no fuck'n idea what some of these are, but a 4 point semester is damn good!" said Mitch.

"It's just the beginning classes, but I'm having so much fun. The professors seem to think I'm pretty good too," said Josh.

"If you're getting an A from them, I'd say that you are doing more than pretty good."

Just as they were headed through the list of grades again, with Josh trying to explain what the classes were, Trent walked into the house, closely followed by Max. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper, then sauntered into the living room to see what was happening. Peering over Darrin's shoulder, Trent saw Josh's grade sheet and listened for a few minutes. Trent tilted his head back and drained the bottle, then reached across and ruffled Josh's hair and actually smiled.

"Nice job, college," said Trent.

Darrin and Mitch's eyes met as a soft chuckle came from both of them. It was just too humorous that Trent was using Mitch's pet name for Darrin, and applying it to Josh.

Leaning back, Mitch looked first from one boy and then to the other. "I'm glad you're both here. We need to talk to you."

The house suddenly took on a tomb-like silence, which Darrin almost immediately broke with his laughter. "Jeez, it's a good thing. Both of you need to relax. Go ahead, Mitch."

Mitch chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah, sorry about that. Like Darrin said, it's a good thing. We got a bonus from the cattle buyer, and we decided to split it between the two of you."

Both young men were stunned into silence, but the look on Trent's face was pure disbelief. Then they both began to talk at once.

"Really! Damn! How much?" said Josh.

"I can do anything I want with it? It's just mine?" asked Trent.

"Couple hundred or so, and yes it's yours to use however you'd like," said Darrin.

Trent turned immediately to Josh. "I wanna buy some of your goats. How much?"

Both Mitch and Darrin barely concealed their looks of surprise. As their eyes flash to each other, they knew each was reeling from the shock. Josh wasn't as successful at hiding his surprise.

"My goats – You wanna buy them for—Holy shit," Josh sputtered. "I thought you hated the goats!" he finally added.

"Twink boy hated the goats. I think they're cool. Now, you fuck'n going to sell me some?"

Josh finally rallied, "Yeah, sure. We can work out the details if you'd like."

The two headed outside to see which ones Trent wanted, and how many he could afford. After they heard the door shut, Darrin turned to Mitch with an incredulous look on his face. 

"Holy fucking shit! What just happened here?" sputtered Darrin.

Mitch chuckled softly and traced a few abstract gestures with his hands. "I have no idea what that was, but I think we're getting more fucking goats!" the last delivered with a slight snarl of distain on Mitch's face.

Darrin took one look at Mitch, and lapsed into hysterical laughter. 



Josh tossed the frisbee to Max again, enjoying a rare quiet moment. Max had settled into ranch life very well and Josh had been working with him on some new activities. Josh had the feeling that Trent was working with him too, but he was keeping it very well hidden. Josh wasn't certain how he felt about Trent's natural affinity with the animals, but it bothered him less now than when Trent first arrived. Actually it had been several weeks since they had cornered off with each other. Josh would never admit it to anyone else, but he was starting to enjoy talking to the younger boy. Working with the geldings had helped, Trent didn't know anything about horses, but he really wanted to train the horse that Mitch had gotten him. The joint venture with the goats was also working out pretty well, although Trent wasn't too happy when he realized he wasn't going to get as many animals as he thought with his part of the bonus.

Just as Josh threw the disc to Max, there was a sudden loud squealing of tires from the ranch entrance. Josh looked up to see Darrin's pickup fishtailing down the driveway. Josh was still focused on Darrin's arrival as he retrieved the toy from Max and threw it again. Only this time he hadn't concentrated on this throw. A soft yip snapped his attention back to Max and he realized that the disc had hit him on the muzzle. Josh raced over to see if he was injured, and Max ran from him. Josh stood dejected as he watched his brown and white partner disappear into the barn, where Trent was working with his horse.

Josh had started toward the barn to find Max, when a blaring pickup horn and a loud yell of joy announced Darrin's arrival. The rest of the family poured out and were soon congregated around Darrin as he gathered up his bookbag.

"What the hell's going on?" asked Mitch as he dusted the flour from his hands.

Darrin looked at him with a very stoic look on his face, to Mitch's confusion. "Well, I got the results of my reappointment vote . . ."

"And?" Mitch ventured cautiously.

Darrin dropped the stuff from his arms and literally jumped onto Mitch. Hugging and kissing Mitch, he started saying in a singsong voice, "I got reappointed, I got reappointed, I got reappointed."

Mitch started laughing, the worry that he hadn't even realized he was holding back melted from his body. The two of them lost themselves in their own little world of celebration. They both reveled in Darrin's success and the honest fear that if he lost his job, they would have difficulty living off the profit from the ranch. Also, if Darrin wanted another job, they would have to move, and they both loved their current home. But all those worries left their system with Darrin's proclamation. So many things slid past them, in the span of moments their future became much clearer. 

Darrin slowly let himself slide off Mitch and then started picking up his gear. Everyone jumped in to help and soon all his paperwork and materials were gathered back up. They walked into the house and Darrin dumped his load on the table. Turning, he grabbed Mitch again and kissed him hard.

"Oh babe. I feel so much better. It's not tenure, but that means I'm doing fine and that most of the faculty are honest enough not to vote on whether they like my sexual orientation. Jeez, it's such a relief," said Darrin.

Mitch grinned and kissed his husband again. "I know. It's fantastic. We have to celebrate tonight." Mitch wrapped his arms around Josh and Trent, pulling them into a group hug while Darrin watched and laughed. Both boys immediately teamed up against Mitch and quickly all three were in the floor scuffling with each other. Soon the laughter from them and Darrin was filling the house. After a few minutes of hard play, Mitch was lying on his back, panting for breath and waving surrender. 

"I give, I give!" said Mitch between heaving breaths.

"Pizza, we need lots of pizza to celebrate tonight!" said Josh with enthusiasm.

"Umm, pizza sounds great," seconded Trent.

"It does sound great!" said Mitch, "Here, let me get you some money." Mitch fished out his wallet and started pulling out bills to send with the boys.

"Nope, tonight is my treat," said Josh with a smile.

"Our treat," said Trent, enjoying the feeling of having at least a little cash of his own. 

"Fine, fine," said Darrin with a laugh, "Anything but pepperoni and dead fishes."

"Dead fishes?" said Trent with a disdainful look.

"Anchovies, Darrin hates 'em," said Mitch with a smile.

Both boys chuckled and then headed out the door together. Darrin and Mitch watched them leave and then collapsed on the couch to wait for their return. 



While they were waiting for the boys to show up with supper, the pair had been cleaning up a little around the house, a never-ending job in a house with three, really four, men living in it. 

Suddenly, Mitch turned to Darrin with a smile.

"You know what tomorrow is?"

"Of course I do! It's our anniversary!" replied Darrin.

"We should camp out tonight, on Anniversary Hill."

"You think?"

"Yeah, we'll fill the pickup bed with sleeping bags and quilts and relax under the stars," said Mitch with a grin.

"Relax . . . ah huh," said Darrin with a conspiratorial look.

Mitch ran past Darrin, swatting him on the ass. "Come on lazy butt, let's get the shit in the pickup before Frick and Frack get back with the pizza."

The two spun into action and were soon piling the pickup bed full of blankets sleeping bags. They also grabbed the cooler and filled it with snacks and drinks to take with them. Eventually, they had everything packed and were back on the couch relaxing in each other's arms. Darrin had leaned over and was kissing Mitch passionately when he heard.

"Ewww, get a room!"

Darrin looked over his shoulder and gave Trent his best parental look. "Hush, boy. Someday you'll understand."

"I understand now. It's just gross when old people do it," said Trent with a smile.

Mitch jumped off the couch to chase Trent while Darrin and Josh smiled at their antics. But the whole response made Darrin feel good about the future, because it meant Trent was relaxing enough to tease him and Mitch. Darrin laughed when Mitch caught Trent and started tickling him unmercifully. Eventually they separated and everyone gathered around the table, descending on the pizza. The next hour or so was spent enjoying really good pizza and comfortable conversation. Eventually the two young men drifted away to finish their chores, while the older couple cleaned up the boxes and crumbs. Finishing the cleanup, they walked hand in hand to the barn to check on everything before they left. 

They met Josh coming back from checking the goats, and Mitch patted him gently on the back as they passed each other. Josh looked up with a shy smile of triumph. Mitch looked down and saw that Max was again a shadow, right at Josh's heels. Mitch had heard the yip from Max earlier and was glad to see that whatever had happened, was settled between the two of them.

Having found Josh and his dog, the pair made their way to the barns to check on the horses. Mitch knew that Trent had progressed far enough with his gelding to move him into a box stall. He had been a little concerned that the move was too soon, but he'd let Trent make the choice. But he definitely wanted to check on the horse before they left.

They walked quietly through the stalls until they reached Whitey. Creeping up, they peered into the stall and were both stunned. The gelding was lying quietly in his stall, with Trent lying on his front quarters. Mitch started to scold Trent for putting himself in such a dangerous situation, but Darrin tugged at his arm to silence him. He looked over and saw Darrin shaking his head.

Moving out of the barn, and Trent's earshot, Darrin turned to Mitch. "Let him be. The horse seems fine with him. He just seems to have that knack with animals."

"I know," replied Mitch, "But if that horse spooks—"

Darrin kissed Mitch softly to stop him. "I think this time we have to trust Trent's intuition."

Mitch let out a soft sigh and then shrugged his shoulders. With that settled, they made their way back to the pickup. They'd left a note on the kitchen table telling the boys that they would be out all night. So they slipped into the pickup and quietly made their way back to the location where they had proposed to each other. They were frequent visitors to the outlook, but this one day each year was very special. They slowed and parked the truck so the bed was overlooking the small valley.

They both climbed out of the pickup and Mitch let down the tailgate for them sit upon. He reached back, pulled out two longnecks from the ice and popped them open. Handing one to Darrin, he leaned back on one elbow as they looked across the rolling pastures.

"Pretty amazing isn't it," said Darrin softly.

"It is amazing, the scenery is outstanding," said Mitch with a smile.

"No, it's amazing that we have all this and how good things are. Josh and Trent are doing ok, just normal teen drama. I got an almost unanimous vote for reappointment, and we know who the abstaining vote was. The ranch turned a profit this year too. But the most amazing thing is that we're still together and love each other. Everything else can go to shit and so long as I have you, it'll all be fine."

Mitch leaned over and kissed Darrin gently on the cheek and then settled back with a huge smile on his face. "You're right, the most important thing is us. We've had crap that would tear a lot of couples apart. With me falling down the bank, or the two boys being dropped on us, not to mentions some of the assholes you have to work with and some of my past coming back to haunt me. I know I love you more now than ever before."

Darrin started rubbing his hand over Mitch's back, loving the feel of the muscles under his soft touch. Turning, he looked at his husband and thought he was more handsome than when they first met, and he was amazing then. A few strands of grey had started threading their way through his sideburns giving him a very distinguished look, and his face today was a little scruffy, which Darrin loved. But he guessed it was also that he was a great guy. He'd had some bad things in his life, and the two of them had clashed on occasion too. But they realized that a disagreement wasn't the end of the world. They had gotten better about talking through any problems too.

Darrin surveyed the area and had to chuckle at what he saw around the pickup. Mitch caught his soft amusement and looked down.

"What?" said Mitch.

"The Indian Blanket is spreading. . ." said Darrin with a smile. "You know that it's all because of our lovemaking up here on the hill."

Mitch chuckled at his husband and his superstition. "You know, you better be careful or someone will think you're a silly queen!"

Darrin laughed at his disbeliever and threw open his arms to the scenery. "I'm the queen of all I survey!"

Mitch chuckled and pulled Darrin into the nest they had created in the back of the pickup. They lay quietly in each others arms, watching the sun slowly set, coloring the western sky a vibrant crimson. They quietly snacked on the things Mitch had packed for them while slowly drinking their ice-cold beer. Against the background of a darkening sky, Darrin leaned in and kissed Mitch tenderly.

"I love you, Mitch McRichards. More and more each day."

Mitch cupped Darrin's face in his hands, returning his kiss with loving passion. "I love you too, Darrin Anderson. In spite of your silly superstitions." 

Darrin laughed as he ran his hand under Mitch's shirt, enjoying the texture of the fur that coated Mitch's stomach. Leaning in, he started nibbling on Mitch's neck as his hand explored under the tight t-shirt. Darrin pushed the shirt up until he found the hard nubs of flesh that were Mitch's nipples. Rubbing them lovingly with his fingers, he started sucking on the side of Mitch's neck.

"Hmm, you know how that gets to me. Damn, you're making me hard as a rock," said Mitch through a groan.

"That was kind of my plan," said Darrin with a throaty chuckle. Diving back in, he bit down on Mitch's neck until he heard a soft sigh of pleasure from his man. Pushing his hands higher, Darrin quickly stripped Mitch of his shirt and tossed it to the side of the pickup. Darrin pushed back on Mitch, pinning him and letting their bodies slide over each other. As Darrin pressed his lips against Mitch's, their tongues warred for supremacy as their lovemaking escalated. Soon their world had shrunk to the back of the pickup and their sensations were limited to their shared touches. Darrin suddenly ripped off his own shirt and tossed it aside, desperately needing to feel the touch of Mitch's body against him. Their passion began to reach a fever pitch and Darrin pushed back, rising to his knees and gasping for air as he looked at the hot cowboy lying between his legs. Mitch's perfect fan of dark chest hair flowed down his body to his midsection and moving around his navel to form a dark rich treasure trail that disappeared into Mitch's Wranglers. Even in the dim light, he could see the substantial bulge in Mitch's jeans from his rigid cock. 




Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 12



Reaching between Mitch legs, Darrin started stroking Mitch's cock through the denim. The first touch of that massive piece of manhood drove Darrin crazy with desire, and he knew that he wanted fucked tonight. He wanted Mitch to claim him as his own. Darrin was pulled from his lust fed daze with the growl of passion that erupted from Mitch's lips.

"You like that piece of meat, baby? You think you can deal with some tube steak breeding you like a mare in heat tonight?" said Mitch with a soft growl.

"God yes. That sounds amazing. I want you to fuck my ass and mark me as yours."

With that, Darrin slowly pulled down Mitch's zipper. It's sound filling the silent void around them as more and more of Mitch's low, tight underwear was revealed. As it descended, Darrin smiled as the translucence wet spot in his briefs showed the extent of Mitch's stimulation. Mitch lifted his hips, helping Darrin pull his jeans lower until they were past his tight ass. With a smile, Darrin practically folded Mitch in half so he could pull the jeans off his legs, tossing them aside. 

Darrin descended on Mitch's crotch like a starving man, chewing and devouring his husband's steel hard cock. As his saliva mixed with Mitch's precum, the front of his briefs revealed even more of the thick piece of meat trapped inside. With a last nip of his teeth on the head of Mitch's cock, Darrin grabbed Mitch's underwear and tugged down the front, tucking them under his low hanging nuts. Darren swooped in and sucked Mitch's cock into his mouth and started nursing it like a starving calf. Soon the moans and muttering from Mitch were gaining in volume and intensity. Within a few minutes, Darrin had Mitch bucking into his mouth and his breath coming in gasps. Recognizing the signs, Darrin knew it was time to get that cock into his ass where he wanted it.

Darrin quickly stood, stripping his clothes and letting them lay where they fell. He smiled at Mitch's seeming fascination with Darrin's hard cock as it swung free while he moved to get his foot out of the jeans. Dropping to all fours, Darrin presented his ass to his husband, panting in his need. Meeting his lust filled eyes with equal passion, Darrin whispered. "Fuck me."

Mitch moved like a predator attacking its prey. His sinew and muscle pulled him sensually into a stance that was all Mitch. Reaching into their supplies, he lifted a tube of gel, and coated his finger. Reaching deftly toward Darrin's butt, Mitch started rubbing his wet digit over the pulsing hole in front of him.

"Oh fuck. Damn it, Mitch! Shove it in! Fuck me!" squealed Darrin.

Mitch smiled but didn't increase his speed. He continued his slow tantalizing preparation for the fucking he was going to give Darrin. He caressed Darrin's lightly haired ass with his free hand while he explored its depths with his fingers. Bumping his finger against Darrin prostate, he enjoyed the low moan it elicited from Darrin. Working slowly, wanting to make this night a memory they would both remember forever, Mitch explored every crevice of Darrin's ass while his husband became more and more lost in the feeling Mitch was creating. 

Eventually, tantalizingly, Mitch added first one finger, and then a second as the couple became lost in the sensations Mitch was creating. Darrin had long ago lost all sense of self and was crotched in the bedding with his ass presented to Mitch as if he truly were the mare in heat that Mitch had promised to make him. His prostate was hard and swollen from the randy stimulation, and each thrust of fingers across it sent jolts of electricity through Darrin. Slowly Mitch withdrew his fingers until, with a slight pop, they emerged.

"Oh shit, holy shit. Please babe, fuck me. I need you inside me so bad!" begged Darrin.

Mitch ran his hand down his cock, coating it with lube as he leered at Darrin. He was in rut from all the foreplay, and he planned to breed Darrin like he seldom had in the past. His husband's body was hot, and its response to Mitch's touch was driving him to unbelievable levels of desire. Putting his hand in the small of Darrin's back, Mitch signaled his partner that the main event was about to begin.

Mitch leaned forward, his dark red cock head swollen and leaking as he homed in on Darrin's dilated hole. Both men let out a gasp as Mitch's cock kissed the lips of Darrin's ass. Mitch pushed forward with agonizing slowness, feeling Darrin's outer sphincter stretch around his cock, encasing it in delightful sensations of partial constraint. Mitch pushed forward, basking in the feelings that were flowing through him. Just as the pleasure was about to build past the point of no return, Mitch felt Darrin's ass surrender and he slipped inside.

Pausing in his conquest, both men gasped for air and waited for the electric emotions to subside, even if only slightly. As the ardor receded, Mitch pushed forward again. Tenaciously, his cock worked to breech Darrin's inner gateway, again experiencing that delightful tightness around his raging hard dick. He could feel his cockhead stretching Darrin's hole, pushing it's way inside, insistent on gaining entrance. Darrin let out a sigh and a shudder, relaxing his muscles and Mitch slid in with no further resistance. Mitch pressed forward until his pubic hair was grounding against Darrin's ass cheeks.

"Oh fuck yes. Damn, that feels so fuck'n good. Fuck me, babe," said Darrin through a low moan.

Mitch pulled back, the feeling of his cockhead scraped along the inside of Darrin's gut driving him insane. He pulled back, feeling his cock trapped by the last of Darrin's gut and then pressing in again. Slowly, deliciously, Mitch fucked his husband. The combination would have been impossible even a few months ago, but as the couple melded, each had learned what the other needed, what the other wanted, and what they needed. The combination of lovemaking and rough sex was exactly what both of them wanted tonight. 

Both men were lost in the feelings. Mitch's rough hands were holding Darrin's hips in a vice like grip as his rhythm began building in tempo. Feeling his balls churning, he buried himself inside Darrin, and paused. His body trembled as he tried to calm his desire and bring it back from the edge of orgasm. 

Darrin looked back with a lusty smile, and saw Mitch's clenched jaw and fluttering eyes as he tried to not succumb. But Darrin wanted him to unload, to fill his gut with hot seed. Darrin clenched his body, trying to milk cum from his man. The rhythmic tightening and release flexed his body in unique ways, and soon he forgot his goal was to tease Mitch as his system raced toward overload too. As he neared his peak, Mitch pulled out and his stimulation was suddenly gone.

"Ah shit! Put it back, fucker! Goddamn! Fuck me!" Darrin almost screamed.

Mitch slapped Darrin across the ass, leaving a red handprint, getting a low moan for his effort. "You're about to make me nut. Roll over, I want to see your face as I come in your ass."

Darrin flipped over with the ease of a gymnast and pulled his legs wide, opening himself to Mitch. Mitch grinned as he looked down, enjoying the distended and red lips of Darrin's ass that was the result of his work. Reaching down, he rubbed his finger around the deep red hole, loving the slick, hot feel of his man's butt. 

Moving close, Mitch positioned his cockhead against Darrin's hole, holding it there to tease Darrin before he entered his hot canal again. As he rubbed his swollen cock across Darrin's entrance, his man began to moan and thrash in ecstasy beneath him. Darrin was writhing, gasping for breath; his entire body embroiled in wonderful sexual flush, when Mitch pressed forward and slid himself completely inside his husband. He lay on top of Darrin, his cock buried deep inside as he fastened his teeth to Darrin's bottom lip. The combination only served to heighten Darrin's elation as they moved together.

Mitch suddenly snapped his hips forward, driving himself deeper inside Darrin. The burning desire that raced through Mitch from that movement triggered his climax. The semen sped through his system as he pounded Darrin's ass over and over again. Nailing Darrin's hole, Mitch fucked him like a raging bull. The two joined each other as their sensual pleasure rocketed through the stratosphere. Mitch's nuts tucked against his shaft as the first jet of cum shot deep inside Darrin. Mitch's ragged breath and body convulsions marked the timing of each new jet of jizz as he filled his husband, marking him. Time stilled as his body divested itself of his sexual need. But eventually his body relaxed and he braced himself above Darrin, panting for breath. Mitch reached down and gently caressed Darrin's face.

"God, I am so lucky to be with you. You're incredible!" said Mitch softly.

Darrin smiled and wordlessly touched his husband, letting his fingers trail across his face. Darrin had never ceased to wonder how he had gotten so lucky as to find Mitch and be with him. Suddenly he realized that Mitch was looking at him with a familiar grin.

"I think it's your turn now, lover," said Mitch.

Pushing back slightly, he let his softening cock slide out of Darrin. Wiggling down Darrin's body, he soon had his face nested in Darrin's crotch. Inhaling deeply his system was filled with the delightful scent of masculinity and precum, plus the light smell of his own cum as it leaked from Darrin's ass. 

Darrin cock was throbbing with each heartbeat, a drop of precum gathering with each flex of his cock. Mitch wrapped his hand around his stone hard cock and squeezed tight, then slowly stroked up, pressing a blob of clear love elixir from his cock. Mitch ran his tongue up the length of Darrin's cock, popping the head into his mouth and licking it clean of every taste and texture. 

"Oh babe. That feels so good. Damn, I'm close. I'm about to pop!" said Darrin through a moan.

Mitch sank his head down Darrin's cock, swallowing until his wiry pubes were rubbing against Mitch's lips. Mitch let his hand slip lower, and then drove three fingers deep in Darrin's gut, ramming against his prostate.

"Oh fuck!" screamed Darrin as his orgasm started.

Mitch rotated his head around Darrin's cock and a second later he felt the first spray of cum hit his throat. The delicious flavor flooded his mouth as he fought to swallow the cream jetting from his man's dick. Mitch loved the taste of Darrin's juice and was sucking it down as fast as he could. Eventually the squirts of cum slowed and Mitch fastened his lips around the softening cock, and nursed it until it was dry. As the last drops swirled around his mouth, he felt Darrin's hands on his head and realized he was begging Mitch to stop.

"Oh god! Stop! It's sensitive and you're kill'n me!" squealed Darrin.

Mitch chuckled to himself and let Darrin's cock slip from his lips. Lying across him, Mitch kissed Darrin softly, sharing the last bit of cum between them. Eventually their lips slowly separated and they looked deeply into each other's eyes. There was no need for spoken word, they knew, and they had shared with the deities their love for each other.

Mitch simply pulled blankets over their bare bodies and then snuggled against Darrin as they both fell into a contented sleep.

Around the pickup, several new Indian Blanket clumps slowly pushed their way out of the rocky soil, their trademark vibrant blooms bursting from the blood red soil.

~~~ end of series ~~~