Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2012 04:35:08 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Josh Chapter 1
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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.
This story is a sequel to Maverick Cattle Company. While I have made every
effort to try to make this a stand alone set, some of the action will make
more sense if you've read the previous set of stories.
<><><><><>
"Goddamn it! I'm not wear'n that mother fuck'r," yelled Trent,
slamming the door behind him.
Darrin sighed, he had been enjoying the truce between Josh and Trent,
but apparently it was over. The fact that Trent was living in a tiny house
several feet away had helped with the fighting, but Darrin thought, all
good things must come to an end, as they say. He carefully saved the paper
he was writing, knowing he was going to be dragged into the fray at some
point. Right on cue, Josh stormed through the door, stiff-arming it open
and stomping past as it hit the wall with a shuddering crash. He spotted
Darrin and made a beeline for him. "He won't do it! He has to wear it. It's
just stupid not to!" yelled Josh, his face crimson with anger.
"What won't who do? What's stupid? And please stop yelling, I can
hear you fine," said Darrin, trying to remain calm.
"Trent!" yelled Josh. Realizing he was still loud he tried
again. "Trent. We're working with the horses but he won't wear a helmet."
"Not gonna either. Fuck'n things look stupid as hell! I ain't gonna
look like a fuck'n dork!" said Trent forcefully from across the room.
Josh turned to him, "It doesn't matter what they look like. It'll
save your life if you get thrown and hit your head. "
"Oh that's bullshit. Whitey wouldn't throw me," said Trent in a
slightly calmer voice.
"You never know, especially when we're starting with them. It's just
stupid to not wear a helmet!" said Josh with a little heat.
"So you think I'm stupid 'cause I'm not a college boy. Is that it?"
said Trent, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Josh.
As Josh started to reply, Darrin signed them to stop. "Ok, Trent. You
know he wasn't saying you're stupid. So don't go there. Josh did you
explain why, or did you just tell Trent he had to wear a helmet?"
"Well I was gonna-" started Josh.
"No! He just told me I had to wear the damn ugly ass thing," said
Trent.
Darrin focused on Trent, "I think it would be a good idea, at least
while you're getting the horses use to riders. You don't know what might
set them off. Once they're behaving then maybe you won't need the
helmet. Besides, no one is going to see it but us. We just want you to be
safe and not get hurt. It's not like you're doing the Rose Parade in a bike
helmet."
"Fine! But I still think it's stupid!" spit out Trent. With a
withering glare at Josh he left the house.
Darrin turned to Josh with a slight frown, "You know, if you would
explain things to him, life would be easier."
Josh started to argue then deflated knowing he was in the wrong, "I
know, he just pisses me off so bad sometime. He can be so damn stubborn."
Darrin smiled slightly at Josh, but let the comment go. After a few
moments of silence, Josh turned and left. As the door shut, Darrin heard
from the bedroom.
"Glad my office isn't in the living room," said Mitch.
"Asshole! Next family crisis is yours to deal with," said Darrin.
Mitch appeared at the door, walked over and kissed Darrin. "You
betcha buckwheat. Next time is mine," he said with a chuckle.
Darrin swatted Mitch's ass as he walked past, then went back to the
writing that had been interrupted.
<><><><>
The fall had been busy for everyone on the ranch, and the frantic
season hadn't left Darrin with time to work on his research at the
university. To remedy the lack of progress, Darrin had started staying a
little later in the evening, but today Darrin had let time slip away as he
worked on analyzing his data. He was trying several statistical models, and
comparing results to see which were the more accurate. Each one was
methodically and carefully studied as Darrin went through the
details. Suddenly, a loud male voice coming from the hallway shattered his
focus. When he glanced at the clock, he discovered it was much later than
he'd intended to stay, and a glance out his window confirmed the time as he
was confronted with inky blackness. Realizing the shouting had continued,
he moved from behind his desk to see what was happening. As he stepped into
the hallway, he was shocked to find Kevin Boorman facing the student,
apparently trying to calm him down.
"You're sick, dude! I don't fuck'n like guys! What the fuck!" yelled
the kid.
Darrin stepped up and cleared his throat to get the student's
attention. When he glanced back, Darrin said, "Can I help?" Glancing at
Boorman he added, "Do you want me to call the police?"
"No, no! No cops! He just needs to get away from me!" screamed the
almost hysterical student.
"Alright, ok, let's just calm down. Did he touch you? Are you in one
of his classes?"
"No! He didn't fuck'n touch me. I'm not in any of perv's classes
either. Damn it! He's just gross!"
"So what happened?" asked Darrin, becoming a little confused.
"The goddamn perv asked me out! What the fuck!"
Darrin took in the student, and wasn't terribly surprised to find a
stereotypical twink standing in front of him. His short spiked hair, thin
body and smooth face made him look very young; apparently Boorman liked
them young. Suddenly it dawned on Darrin that he was not sure how old this
kid was, he didn't look 18, but that was no indication.
"Son, how old are you?" asked Darrin, watching as Boorman's face fell
at the question.
"I'm 19! What the fuck does that have to do with anything! Get this
queer away from me!"
"Ok, ok. Do you want to file a complaint?"
"No! I just want the fucker to leave me alone!" said the student,
starting to calm down.
"I can promise you that Dr. Boorman will not be bothering you again,"
said Darrin.
The kid looked from one to the other of them, taking Darrin's words
into consideration and calmed suddenly. "Ok, good. I gotta go. I got a
thing."
"Sure, no problem," said Darrin as he stepped back so there was a
clear exit for the student, who glanced at Darrin again, and walked
past. Soon Darrin could hear the staccato rhythm as the student raced from
the building while Darrin glared at Boorman. Once the sound of the door
slamming shut marked the student's exit, he stepped closer to Boorman.
"We need to talk, Kevin."
Boorman gulped and nodded, turning and leading the way to his
office. As they stepped in, Darrin pulled the door shut and scowled at
Boorman.
"What the fuck were you thinking? You didn't even know how old he
was, did you!" said Darrin in a low growl.
Boorman swallowed once, then again, as he tried to formulate a
reply. Darrin tired of waiting quickly and slammed both hands down on the
desk and yelled, "Answer me!"
"Yes, god, shit," Boorman inhaled deeply and began again, "No, I
didn't know how old he was, I thought he was a student. I don't know what
happened, he showed up, I answered a few questions he had, I thought I saw
the clues," Kevin took another breath, "But obviously I was wrong."
"Damnit, Kevin! This is a dangerous game," said Darrin, his face
hardening as he continued "But I promise you, if that kid was in your
class, or underage, or if you were forcing yourself on him . . ."
"You wouldn't like the consequences, the best would be you going to
jail or losing this job," finished Darrin.
Kevin shuddered slightly and nodded in understanding.
"Damnit! Your life would be so much easier if you'd just come out,"
said Darrin in exasperation.
"No! I'm not gay! I don't need to come out. I just haven't found the
right woman," said Kevin in a burst.
"Really? You expect me to-" Darrin stopped and saw the look of total
panic coming over the other man's face. With a sigh of helplessness, he
simply turned and left the office.
<><><><>
Weeks had passed since the blowup with Josh, and he had been wearing
the helmet, but it was because Darrin had wanted him to, not because of
anything Josh had said. He was still learning to deal with the older boy
and his tendency to boss Trent around. Today they had cornered off again,
and now the horse didn't want to do things he was performing perfectly just
a few days earlier.
Trent held onto the lead rope tightly as his horse reared
again. Tugging on the rope, he tried to coax the horse down the alleyway.
"He can tell you're pissed, it's making him nervous."
Trent pivoted to see Mitch standing behind him with his ubiquitous
cowboy hat cocked back. With a sigh, Mitch stepped forward, took the lead
from Trent, then stood calmly until the horse stopped prancing in
place. Once he'd settled, Mitch slowly walked him back to his
stall. Coiling the lead, he turned to Trent and handed it to him.
"The feud you and Josh have going is affecting the animals. Even Max
is unhappy," said Mitch. With a slight pause he continued, "Fix it. Fix it
now."
Trent watched as Mitch left, his lips twisting in discomfort as the
truth of Mitch's words penetrated. He couldn't remember the last time Max
came to him to be petted, and he didn't remember seeing Josh get much
attention either. He liked the animals, he loved his horse, and Max. Now
that Mitch had pointed it out to him, it was obvious that the baggage
between he and Josh was having effects that Trent was not willing to
accept.
As he heard Josh walking into the barns, whistling some nameless
tune, he decided he was going to learn to get along with the dark haired
young man, even if it killed both of them.
<><><><>
Darrin walked into the bedroom and fell face first onto the bed. With
a moan, he lay there like fresh road-kill, a few twitches but not much
else. When Mitch realized the silence had gone on for too long he turned to
check on his husband. Seeing that he hadn't moved, Mitch pushed away from
his desk, walked over, and sat beside him on the bed. He reached over and
began rubbing Darrin's tense back.
"Oh jeez, you have about a year or so to stop that," said Darrin with
a sigh.
"What's up, good look'n? What has you so tense?" said Mitch, leaning
down to plant a soft kiss on the back of Darrin's neck.
Darrin sighed at the feeling of his muscles relaxing under Mitch's
careful massage, "Nothing really, normal crap at work and trying to plan
Trent's birthday party without him finding out about it." Darrin paused and
looked over his shoulder at Mitch with an arched eyebrow, "And remember,
you promised no cock-shaped anything this time," referencing the penis
shaped candle and ice cubes from Trent's previous birthdays.
Mitch chuckled softly, "I promise, the only dicks will be the ones
between the guys legs."
Mitch rubbed and kneaded Darrin's back for several more minutes, then
he walked over and turned up the heat in the room. Coming back to Darrin's
limp form, Mitch pulled his shirt out of his slacks and pushed it up. His
rubbing turned to gentle scratching as he worked to relax Darrin. Once he
felt that he had covered the last bit Darrin's back, he gently rolled him
so he could access his chest.
Leaning down, Mitch gently kissed the base of Darrin's neck as he
opened the first button. Working slowly down his chest, Mitch enjoyed the
texture of Darrin's chest hair as he moved lower and lower. As the last
button popped open, he slowly spread Darrin's shirt and enjoyed the sight
of his husband's muscular chest. Leaning down, he kissed each hard nipple
as it protruded from the dense fur. Grinning, Mitch unbuckled Darrin's
belt, opened his khakis and slowly slid the zipper down.
Instead of his usual jockstrap, Darrin had taken to wearing thigh
length boxer briefs that were very fitted. Mitch had decided that he
actually thought they were sexier than the jock, although he did like that
he could screw Darrin without taking the jock off. But the dark grey pair
of underwear he discovered when he peeled Darrin's pants down were hot so
far as Mitch was concerned.
Soon he had Darrin stripped down to those tight briefs and was
working on his ass and thigh muscles. Reaching up he smacked Darrin on the
side of his hip, "Come on, let's go soak in the tub."
Darrin rolled on his side to watch as Mitch quickly stripped. Soon he
was tossing his white briefs into the corner and tugging at Darrin's arm to
get him into the bathroom. He pulled him to the tub, then released him and
started adjusting the water. Soon there were several inches of
muscle-relaxing hot water in the deep tub. Mitch turned to his man,
interlaced his fingers behind Darrin's head and kissed him softly. With a
smile Mitch let his hands slid down Darrin's torso and hooked his thumbs
inside the waistband of his briefs, slid them off his butt and pushed them
to the floor with his foot.
Reaching down he took Darrin's plump cock in his fingers and squeezed
it gently. "Get in the tub, babe."
Mitch watched with a smile as Darrin's hairy ass scissored open as he
climbed into the tub, giving Mitch a peek of his pink hole nestled in the
dense hair. He watched as Darrin slowly settled into the hot water, a
slight hiss coming from him as the heat permeated his tight
muscles. Finally with a sigh, Darrin relaxed against the tub and looked up
at Mitch.
"Come on in, the water's fine," said Darrin with a smile.
"Well move your fat ass up and I will," said Mitch with a grin.
Darrin chuckled and slid forward slightly, watching as his husband
climbed in behind him, then relaxed into Mitch's arms. He watched as Mitch
pulled a thick washcloth from the rack, and soaked it with hot
water. Darrin sighed as Mitch ran the wet cloth over Darrin's shoulders and
neck, then gently scrubbed his short trimmed hair. Squirting some soap on
the cloth, Mitch washed Darrin carefully, chuckling at his reaction when
Mitch ran the cloth into the water and over Darrin's genitals. He pushed
Darrin forward until he was on his knees, and then gently washed his ass
crack, letting the cloth tease Darrin's pulsing hole as he did.
Satisfied that he'd washed every spot on Darrin, Mitch pulled his man
back against him and dropped the cloth into the tub. His hands traveled
over Darrin's torso, drifting through the water until they found his hard
cock. Mitch began biting and sucking on Darrin's neck as he leisurely
jacked his cock. Darrin sighed and relaxed, allowing himself to drift as he
was surrounded by the warmth of the water and the strong connection to
Mitch.
But soon Darrin felt himself reach the point of no return. His body
tensed as his orgasm began and erupted his load into the water. Mitch
jacked him slowly, watching the white clouds of semen shoot into the
bath. The jizz floated lazily around the tub as Darrin's body tensed with
each round. As the orgasm released him, he slumped into the hot water, and
smiled up at Mitch.
"Oh god, that felt so good. I feel so good," said Darrin with a
smile.
The pair relaxed against each other for several long minutes, Darrin
fully realizing that the pipe poking him in the back had nothing to do with
the plumbing. With a smile, he turned and slid down his husband, took a
breath and then pushing his face underwater and over Mitch's
cock. Servicing it frantically, he quickly had to surface for air, but then
dove again. After a third time, Darrin surfaced and chuckled to Mitch.
"Maybe I'll just stay above water."
Mitch laughed softly, "Might be a good idea."
Darrin twisted in the tub so the pair were facing each other and took
Mitch's cock in his hand. As he jacked the hard cock under the cooling
water, he could tell Mitch was getting close. Darrin slowed down, wanting
to torment his man for as long as possible. But he couldn't resist the
little rubs, the gentle teasing as his fingers fell into a well-worn
routine. Rubbing hard on the base of Mitch's cockhead he leaned in and
kissed him with passion.
"Fuck! Fuck!" yelled Mitch.
Mitch's cock exploded, Darrin watching with fascination as stream
after stream of white fluid entered the clear water. The spectacle
fascinated Darrin as he continued to play with Mitch's softening cock until
he felt a rough hand close over his.
"It's sensitive, babe. But you were amazing, like always."
Rinsing each other quickly, they climbed out of the tepid water and
gently dried each other. Their gentle touches and caresses continued under
the covers as they spooned against each other. Darrin smiled contentedly,
feeling very relaxed for the first time in days.
<><><><>
Darrin was awakened the next morning by a sharp squeal of
pain. Looking sleepily over at his husband, he yawned and stretched,
immediately yelping as something yanked hairs under his arm. Looking over
at Mitch, he drew in his brows as he stretched his leg and another patch of
hair was pulled.
"What the hell?" said Darrin.
"I don't know! It's like someone put fuck'n spots of glue on me,"
said Mitch sounding bewildered, and a little pissed.
Darrin felt another spot on his abdomen, reaching down he scratched
at the crusty location and lifted his finger to his nose. Sniffing it
lightly, he paused for a moment, and then started laughing.
"What? What is it?" said Mitch.
"It's semen, from the tub. We both unloaded in the water and
apparently it stuck to us."
"Well fuck!" said Mitch with disgust, then started laughing. "I think
we need a shower to wash off the fuck'n cum! I've got spots of it all
over."
"Yeah, me too! Come on, we can wash each other," said Darrin as he
pulled Mitch to his feet.
They wrapped their arms around each other, both were soon laughing
and cussing as they moved and new deposits were discovered. Soon they were
relaxing in the hot shower, cleaning each other while they discussed the
upcoming day. Suddenly Darrin froze and Mitch stopped.
"What, babe?" said Mitch.
"Shit! It's today," said Darrin.
"What is?"
"Trent's party. I got confused. His birthday is today!"
Mitch slapped Darrin's bare ass and laughed. "Well, we better get our
asses in gear then! We'll take care of it, together just like anything
else."
<><><><>
Trent walked into the darkened house cautiously, not sure what was
going on. It was early evening, and while he didn't really live there, he
spent almost every evening hanging out with the guys. He was actually hurt,
and more than a little pissed, that they would leave him here and not even
invite him to whatever they were doing. Dismissing them as irrelevant,
Trent turned to flip on the kitchen lights.
The room exploded with shouts of surprise and happy birthday. The
shock was enough that Trent ran part of the way out of the room when his
survival reflexes kicked in and he reacted. Finally getting his emotions
under control, he stopped and turned back to see a small crowd of smiling
faces as he tried to understand what was happening. Finally Mitch took
control and motioned Trent over.
"Happy birthday!"
Trent raked the room with a scathing look, while inside he was
elated. Last year the guys had thrown a party for him, but he'd only been
at the ranch for a few weeks then. He wasn't sure that he would get another
one this year. They had all been so nice to him, but he still didn't trust
their motives. He was also surprised to see the sheriff. He was certainly
an unexpected guest.
Trent watched with arms folded across his chest, trying to maintain
his fa?ade of distain, but the look slowly dissolved into the face of an
18-year-old who was rapidly becoming overwhelmed. He opened each gift,
being more and more touched by the fact that they actually knew him; they'd
taken the time to pay attention. Mitch and Darrin had given him mostly
clothes, but they were the kind he liked even though Mitch was always
giving him trouble about the style of clothes he wore. But they were
exactly the size and colors that he wanted. He now had more clothes in his
closet than he'd owned in his entire life.
He was floored when Josh handed him a shoebox-sized package that had
a slight metallic rattle that Trent wasn't sure how to decipher. Ripping
open the package, Trent snapped the tape holding the lid in place with
several determined tugs, and lifted the lid. Glancing inside he knew
immediately it held several new halters for him to use with his
mustang. But as he looked closer he realized these weren't the typical
halters from the feedmill, the braiding and construction looked,
different. He looked up at Josh with a questioning look on his face.
"I made 'em. Mitch showed me how to braid, and I've been working on
them for awhile," said Josh.
"How long?" asked Trent quietly.
"I dunno, couple of months maybe," said Josh, suddenly looking shy.
Darrin watched for a moment as the two younger men struggled to put
this new information in perspective. Realizing they needed rescuing, Darrin
turned to the sheriff.
"Jim, did you have something for Trent?" said Darrin.
"Sure did," said Jim as he stepped forward and held out a tube to
Trent.
Trent gingerly took the cylinder from the lawman's hand, examining it
carefully.
"Don't worry, kid. It's safe to open," said Jim with a chuckle.
Trent bristled slightly at the 'kid' comment, but quickly relaxed
knowing it was just part of the sheriff's persona. He laid the tube across
his legs and ripped off the brown paper. Popping off the plastic cap, he
gently pulled out the rolled paper. Opening it, he saw it was a collection
of graphic images created primarily in black and red. He looked back at the
sheriff with a shocked look on his face.
"I told you, native people need to stick together; even ones that are
blond," said Jim with a chuckle.
"But . . ." stammered Trent.
"My college roommate was Haida. A friend of his does traditional
work. I thought you might like some of the artwork of your dad's people."
Trent slowly unrolled the paper, carefully studying each image as he
tried to regain his composure. Trent prided himself on never showing
weakness, never letting anyone know they had gotten to him, he was always
the badass in every situation. But the sheriff's gift had affected him
deeply. Suddenly all the good memories of his father, the ones he had
carefully walled away to protect them, came flooding back. The large bronze
skinned hand that held his small pale one, the kiss on his forehead at
night, the long dark braid that Trent would tug at. It all came back,
memories he thought were long lost, as if each of the tribal totems somehow
triggered a new surge of memories. By the time he reached the final symbol,
a killer whale that was exactly like his tattoo, he couldn't look up, he
wouldn't let himself look up, because his eyes were flooded with tears. He
couldn't let these men see him crying, he hadn't cried since his father
died.
Mitch saw the surge of emotions overcome Trent and caught Darrin's
eye. With an imperceptible nod from Mitch, Darrin realized what was
happening.
"Josh, would you go bring the ice cream from the chest freezer while
Jim and I get the cake. We need some food at this party," said Darrin as he
directed attention away from Trent.
As the other three began getting the food together, Mitch walked over
and put his hand on Trent's shoulder and handed him a box of tissues. Never
looking up, Trent pulled a few out and wiped his eyes. After a few seconds
he looked up at Mitch, "It just brought back memories of my dad. I hadn't
really thought about him in a long time. Sorry."
"You don't ever need to apologize to anyone in this house for having
feelings. I'm glad you have good memories of your dad. Someday, when
you're ready, I'd like to hear about him."
Trent finally looked up at Mitch, wiping the last tear from his
cheek. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
"Cake's ready everyone!" announced Darrin cheerfully. "Come blow out
the candles, Trent."
Trent bounced to his feet, having swept past the sadness as only a
teenager can. He walked over to the cake and watched as Darrin lit eighteen
candles very carefully.
Trent inhaled, leaned in, and at the last second paused and looked at
Darrin with a twinkle in his eyes.
"No flaming dildo's this year?" said Trent innocently, then blew out
the candles while Darrin sputtered.
<><><><>
Josh sat nervously at the kitchen table, not quite sure why he was
doing this, but understanding that he needed for it to happen. After Zach
had dumped him he hadn't wanted to be with anyone. But now he was having
feelings again, ones that were different from those he'd had with his first
boyfriend Tony, or his recent lover Zach. He wasn't sure why, but he
couldn't stop thinking about him. It was becoming obsessive; Josh would
catch himself staring at his lips while he talked, watching his ass when he
walked away. Josh resisted at first, but finally decided he had to try, he
knew it could be a disaster, but he had to get it out of his system. His
agonizing wait finally came to an end when he heard the door slam shut.
Turning he watched as Trent walked into the room. Feeling Josh's eyes
on him, Trent slowed then stopped.
"What?" said Trent curtly.
"Umm, I need to ask you something," stammered Josh.
"What?"
"Would you mind coming over here? I don't really want to yell it
across the room," said Josh quietly.
Trent paused, then sighed and walked to Josh, standing across the
table with his arms crossed. "Well?"
Josh's words tumbled out, "I was wondering if you wanted to go out,
you know, like a date. I'd pay for everything, not that you need me to, but
since I asked you I thought-" Josh stopped, realizing he was sounding like
a stammering twelve year old who was asking a classmate to go
steady. Glancing up he looked into Trent's ice blue eyes, and waited.
Warring feelings erupted inside Trent. Part of him thought this was a
joke, but the look on Josh's face said otherwise. Was Josh just looking for
a quick fuck thinking that because Trent had survived on the streets for
months by selling his body that he'd be easy? Well if that was the case, he
was in for a rude surprise. Two months ago a date with Josh would have been
ridiculous, but now . . . now it didn't sound that bad. He looked at Josh,
trying to get an idea of why, but saw only a very unsure man who had put
himself at risk for rejection by asking Trent out.
"When?" said Trent.
"Whenever you'd like, anything you want to do," said Josh as hope
started to grow.
"Saturday night, I want a Sonic burger, onion rings and a movie. One
of the action flicks, you pick," said Trent without any outward emotions.
"Yeah. Sure! That'd be great, sounds fantastic," said Josh, as his
dream rapidly became reality.
"K," said Trent. Josh watched as Trent turned and walked back out of
the house, pulling his leather gloves on as he went.
Trent walked quickly to the barn, knowing he needed some time alone
with the horses to settle his nerves. His stomach was in knots and his
emotions in turmoil as he tried to work out what he had just agreed to.
<><><><>
Trent sat quietly as the pickup rolled to a stop. He had to admit, it
had been fun. Once Josh got over his stammering and stuttering, he was
pretty easy to talk with, and he loved to chatter about his art classes and
what he was learning. Trent would have thought it would have bored him to
tears, but it was actually interesting.
The burger and onion rings had been good too, and the latest comic
book adaptation that Josh had picked had held their attention. Josh had
also treated him with respect; he hadn't pawed at him or tried
anything. Well, he had slid his hand over the top of Trent's while they
were watching the film, but Trent had enjoyed the gentle touch. But now
they were at the end of the date, and Josh would want something in
exchange. One thing Trent had decided months ago, and the attitude of the
guys had just reinforced it, no one was taking anything else from him. He
would work through his issues eventually, but whoever he was with was going
to move at his speed, not at the pace of rampant hormones. He heard a
rustle and looked over to see Josh turn to look at him.
"Tonight was cool. I really had a good time," said Josh.
"Me too," said Trent, and with a smile he added, "Damn good burgers
too!"
Josh chuckled, "Yeah, Sonic burgers are the best." Josh paused for a
moment and continued, "The movie wasn't bad either."
"Nope, it was great, especially the epic fight scene, I mean -" Trent
held up his hands with a smile.
Trent saw that Josh was leaning toward him, and suddenly the pickup
felt very hot. He wasn't sure what to do. Did he want this? He'd never let
one of his john's kiss him. But suddenly he wanted this expression of
gentle sensuality, but he wasn't sure he could deal with it. He needed to
know; he needed Josh to understand the importance of the act.
"Josh . . ."
Josh paused, concern flashing across his face. "Yeah?"
"I've never let anyone kiss me, not like that . . ." said Trent
softly.
Josh paused and thought about what Trent was saying, "Nobody?"
"No, it was too personal. The sex I could take myself out of, but not
a kiss," said Trent, suddenly he smiled, "You not ever see 'Pretty Woman'?"
Josh smiled softly, "Yeah, I have. I'd love to be your first,
Trent. If you'll let me."
With a slight tremor, Trent leaned toward Josh. As their lips
touched, Trent felt passion explode through his body. Josh's lips were hot
and moist, and with each press the sensations improved. He felt Josh's hand
curl around the back of his neck, and this time the touch felt
wonderful. Their lips pressed harder as Josh rubbed Trent's neck. Trent was
enshrouded by the passion of the touch. His senses became overwhelmed in
delightful ways that he had never imagined. Soon the sensations were
flooding his body, his nipples were hard and aching, his cock was stiff and
dripping as it sought release. The sensations became overwhelming when he
felt Josh pull back slightly. Leaning his head down, Josh rested his
forehead against Trent's as he panted for breath.
"Oh god, that was the best fuck'n kiss I've ever had," said Josh with
a gasp.
"Yeah. Fuck," stammered Trent.
Trent looked into Josh's eyes, to see lust shrouding them. He felt
the hands shift, until Josh was cupping his face between them. Josh turned
his head and slid in, their lips again igniting a shower of emotions that
ensnared both men. Trent felt Josh's tongue glide over his lips, and in
response parted them slightly. Immediately Josh sensed the willingness, and
drove his tongue deep in Trent's mouth, tasting and explore his steamy oral
cavity. Quickly, Trent responded, and their tongues warred for
entry. Pressing hard as they tongue fucked each other's mouths. Trent felt
his body tremble with passion, not certain how to deal with these raging
emotions.
Josh felt the younger man tremble under his hands, his cock hard as
steel and desperately wanting more. But while he thought right now Trent
would have little will to resist, Josh didn't want him to have
regrets. With almost overwhelming disappointment, he slowly pulled
back. Still holding his date in his hands, he could feel shiver after
shiver race through Trent's body. Hesitantly he leaned in and kissed Trent
on the forehead. Pulling back again he glanced at Trent and was amazed at
the power of their shared kiss. Trent was flushed and panting, his body
still wracked with occasional tremors.
"You ok?" said Josh softly.
Trent gulped once, then twice, and nodded. He pushed up and moved
slowly to the door of the pickup. Josh watched him crack open the door,
slowly slide down the seat, seemingly barely catching himself when his
boots hit the ground. Josh thought he was going to walk off without a word,
but was surprised to see him turn.
"This was fuck'n amazing, Josh. Thanks," said Trent softly.
"Yeah, can we do it again?" asked Josh hesitantly.
"Hell yeah," said Trent with a smile.
Josh watched as Trent walked to his house, making sure he made it
inside then backed up the short distance, and parked at the main
house. Josh waited patiently, knowing Darrin or Mitch would probably still
be awake and he didn't want to have to explain his rampant erection.
Trent leaned against the door as he closed it behind him, still
panting. His body was wracked with shock waves of passion as he tried
desperately to regain control. He would have never believed a kiss would
have the kind of effect it had. He was glad he'd never given that gift to
any of the johns. Trent lifted his shaking hand to open the button on his
jeans, after several failed attempts, he managed to open them, then pulled
out the front of his briefs to see his thick pubic hair coated with massive
quantities of cum. The white pleasure was still leaking from his softening
cock as his underwear became progressively more soaked.
Trent held up his pants and carefully made his way to the
shower. Quickly stripping, he was soon standing under torrents of hot
water. As he turned slowly under the steaming hot water, a shy smile crept
over Trent's face.
<><><><>
As the mild fall days morphed into winter, Josh and Trent became more
and more comfortable with each other. They were slowly getting to know each
other, but since both of them had so much baggage, they were reluctant to
give over any power, understanding that information was dominance. In spite
of the misgivings, the pair progressed, granted it was in short spurts and
fits, but becoming more and more comfortable with each other, learning
slowly to trust each other. They each gave the other small parts of their
hearts. To the careful observer it was obvious that Josh gave his trust
more readily though, his love for Trent becoming a very important part of
his life.
Their physical relationship developed too, although more slowly. Josh
had let Trent set the pace and so far the couple had moved little beyond
passionate kissing. Josh was being very cautious and wanted Trent to be
ready for each step.
Tonight they were contentedly relaxing on the couch with their legs
intertwined, when Mitch came in with a smile covering his face. The boys
looked up, as did Darrin from his desk.
"Mom and Dad are coming for Thanksgiving!" said Mitch excitedly.
"The Thanksgiving that's next week?" asked Darrin, his brows knitted
together.
"Yup! It'll be great! I can't wait to show them the ranch," said
Mitch as he paced the room in excitement.
Darrin turned to the two boys, who self-consciously separated, "You
two don't make plans, this house has to be cleaned top to bottom. The barns
too, I want everything cleaned up before they get here."
"Where're they gonna sleep?" asked Josh.
Darrin hesitated for a minute, fully aware that the two of them were
dating. Sighing quietly he made a decision, knowing full well that he may
regret it later.
"They'll sleep in your room, Josh. If you don't mind, you can bunk
with Trent. We can get a blow-up mattress if you want," said Darrin
Josh looked at Trent and they nodded without any further
comment. Darrin took that as acceptance and moved on to other details. The
next hour was a flurry of planning and task assignment as Darrin mapped out
the holiday. Soon the boys had gone to their respective beds, with a soft
kiss when they thought Darrin and Mitch were not looking.
Darrin watched as Josh closed the door behind himself. He heard Mitch
clear his throat softly. "I know, this could be a disaster," said Darrin.
"It could make the Little Big Horn look like a slight
misunderstanding," said Mitch with his brows arched.
Darrin twisted his lips and shrugged, hoping he and Mitch were both
wrong.
<><><><>
Trent stood behind the other three, not sure what he thought about
the arrival of Mitch's parents. The past week Darrin had been on a complete
ass bender about getting everything ready for their arrival. The whole
drama about them coming already had him wondering, and Darrin's obvious
nervousness was just adding to his anxiety. Now that they were standing on
the porch watching the car come up the driveway, his concern was almost
palpable. Trent watched as the car rolled to a stop, hesitating as Mitch
and Darrin hurried to greet them. He watched as the four of them took turns
embracing, before he realized that Josh was still standing beside him.
Josh looked over with a lopsided grin, "I've never met them either."
Trent inhaled, his mouth forming an "O" with the realization. As he
watched, he saw Mitch turn and wave them over. He and Josh slowly walked
over, smiles plastered over their faces. As they got closer Mitch grabbed
Trent's arm and pulled him into the small crowd.
"This is Trent. He's been helping out for the past year or so. He's
fantastic with the horses, I've never seen anyone with his touch before,"
said Mitch to his parents, then looking over at Trent he finished the
introductions, "Trent, these are my parents, Patsy and Mike."
Mitch's mother made it almost a full second before she wrapped her
arms around Trent and pulled him tight. Of course she knew his background,
but she didn't care. For some reason he reminded her of Mitch at that
age. She felt a slight tremor go through Trent and decided she had forced
her affection on the boy long enough. Releasing him, she stepped back with
her hands still cradling Trent's arms.
"It's great to finally get to meet you, Trent," she said quietly.
Trent glanced over to see Mitch's dad holding out his hand, and
mechanically let his hand be pumped. His arms fell limply to his sides as
he watched the introduction ritual repeated with Josh.
"Mom, Dad, this is Josh. He's the one responsible for the goats, and
that crazy red and white dog," said Mitch with a chuckle. Josh reddened
slightly as he shook Mike's hand and was held tight by Patsy.
Patsy slid her hand in both boys' arms and beamed at them. Turning to
Josh she started. "Josh, we've heard so much about you. I really want to
see the herd of goats you have, and this new mustang that you're working
with." She smiled and turned, "Trent, I also want to see this miracle in
horsehide that you've apparently have working better than a well trained
Lipizzaner. Now, if I could get the two best looking guys here to escort me
to the house?" said Patsy with a smile.
Both boys grinned back at her, already feeling closer to her than
either of their mothers, who had discarded them. Trent was more cautious,
but still Patsy was working her magic on him as they slowly walked her to
the house, listening to her charming chatter. As the three of them walked
into the house, Mitch heard his dad chuckle. Looking over, he lifted a
questioning eyebrow.
"I was just thinking. Your mother always was good with wild things,"
said Mike with a laugh.
<><><><>
That evening was spent in pleasant conversation, with Trent and Josh
feeling included in the conversation. Josh told Mitch's parents about the
degree he was working on in graphic arts, and Trent was pulled into the
conversation as he regaled them with his work with Whitey, his BLM mustang;
as well as the tricks he had been teaching Josh's Border Collie, Max and
his purchase of some of the goats from Josh's growing herd.
Since Patsy and Mike's home was a modern day homestead, they were
very interested in hearing both boys' experiences. Soon they were telling
stories of Feathers, their Friesian horse that wasn't sure if he was a
horse, or a dog; and their wandering flock of chickens that made their egg
cartons look like a Pride flag. Trent relaxed and was soon laughing along
with everyone else.
Eventually the night began to wind down and Mitch's parents obviously
needed sleep. After Patsy yawned a third time in so many minutes, Darrin
called an end to the evening.
"I think it's time for bed. I know I'm about to crash," said Darrin.
"I'm afraid you're right. We're about to fall asleep in the middle of
the conversation," said Mike as he helped his wife to her feet. "Where did
you want us? At this point I could sleep on the kitchen floor."
"No, ya'll get Josh's room, he's going to bunk with Trent," said
Mitch with a smile toward Trent.
Patsy turned to look at Josh and Trent, "You boys ok with that? We
hate to put you out."
Both boys signaled their denial of any inconvenience. Josh finally
spoke up, "No, we'll be fine. My blow-up mattress is all ready."
After only a slight bit of discussion, Patsy and Mike agreed. With
everyone helping, it took only a few minutes and their luggage was in
Josh's room. With warm goodnights from all, the boys quickly found
themselves closing the door behind them as they walked into Trent's
house. Josh tossed the bag with his clothes into the nearby chair, and then
sat on the side of the bed.
"You tired?" asked Trent.
"Nope. You?" said Josh.
"No," said Trent. The quiet stretched out for several moments, until
he continued, "Wanna play some Wii?"
"Sure! I don't play the one the guys gave me too much. That sounds
fun," said Josh with a smile.
As they played, they started to relax. Both of them knew what they
wanted to happen tonight, but had reservations, for different reason. At
well past midnight, Josh was suppressing a yawn and had to look at Trent
with a smile.
"I think it's time to get some sleep. We'll need to do the chores in
the morning so the guys don't have to," said Josh.
Trent chuckled and said, "Yeah, you old college man. Let's get you
some shuteye before you crash."
Josh nodded with a smile, and started stripping to his briefs. He
kicked off his boots, pulled the shirt over his head, and quickly dropped
his jeans to the floor. Standing in just his briefs, Josh suddenly
realized Trent hadn't moved.
"Sorry, I usually sleep in my briefs. But I can put on the t-shirt if
I'm making you uncomfortable. I'll have the air mattress inflated in a few
minutes," said Josh with concern.
"No," said Trent softly.
"Ok . . ." said Josh looking confused as he reached down to pull his
shirt out of the pile.
"No, I mean you don't need to fix another bed. Why don't you sleep in
the bed with me? I'm fine with it," said Trent.
"You sure?" asked Josh.
"Yeah, sure. It'll be fine. Just sleeping, right?" said Trent in a
rapid flood of words.
Josh watched as the slender young man quickly stripped. While they
had been dating for weeks, they had never done more than kiss and a little
light petting. The thought of being next to Trent was seductive for Josh,
but he wasn't sure what Trent's reaction would be if they went any
further. It had been Trent's decision to sleep together though, and Josh
was excited to be next to the handsome young man. As he watched Trent
finish peeling off his clothes, he admired his body. For 18, he had a nice
amount of hair between his pecs and over his muscular abs, dark blond and
so short and dense it almost looked plush. The briefs that Trent had
received for his birthday came almost to his knees, and were very form
fitting. As Trent turned back, Josh got a little weak in the knees at the
sight of the huge cock snaking down the leg of Trent's underwear.
As he stared transfixed at Trent's dick, he remembered walking into
Trent's house, to find Trent dancing around in the nude, his long cock
flopping like a sexual snake. Josh stopped himself, realizing his obsession
was affecting his own cock, which was plumping up nicely in his white
briefs. Trying to control his obsession, he studied the tattoo covering
Trent's shoulder. He recognized the native designs from Sheriff White
Cloud's birthday gift and the blackwork combined to create a wonderful,
powerful pattern. As he became mesmerized with the design he unconsciously
stepped closer, then reached out and traced his finger over the tattoo.
The intimacy lasted for several seconds before he felt Trent shutter under
his touch, bringing him back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, Trent," stammered Josh.
Trent looked over at him with a smile, and put his hand on Josh's
bare shoulder. "It's ok, it felt good. My dad was Haida, and the killer
whale and raven are two of their clan totems. It helps me remember him."
"It's beautiful," said Josh as he studied it again.
"Thanks, I like it."
Trent scrambled into the bed, yanking covers over himself to hide his
rapidly stiffening cock. He enjoyed their make-out sessions, but even with
all his bravado, Trent wasn't sure that he was ready to go further. His
hesitancy didn't keep him from being affected by Josh and his taut body
though. As Trent watched Josh taking a leak in the dim bathroom light, he
could see the dark hair that was growing on his muscular chest and coating
his legs. He loved the definition that Josh had on his muscles too, just a
nice cut look from all the work they did around the ranch. Even though they
were about the same height, Trent always felt like a little skinny kid
around Josh. He knew he'd put on quite a bit of weight since he arrived at
the ranch, but he still felt thin compared to Josh.
Trent watched his sexy boyfriend as Josh carefully checked doors and
turned off the lights in the room. He squatted down and petted Max, who had
snuck into the room, for a few minutes too, which Trent found
charming. Once he'd taken care of everything, he walked toward the bed, and
Trent ran his tongue over his lips in anticipation as he got closer. He
could see Josh's hairy thighs tighten and release with each athletic
step. Josh's cock wasn't as long as his, but it was definitely a keeper,
and Trent thought it might be really thick, which somehow excited him even
more.
Josh stopped at the edge of the bed and gave Trent a gentle
smile. "You sure?" asked Josh.
"Yeah, it'll be fine. Just-" said Trent.
"Just what?" said Josh.
"Don't start anything, ok? I mean, if I want it, then . . . But I
might not. I just . . ." said Trent with frustration in his voice.
"Anything you want, Trent. And I promise to be a perfect gentleman,"
said Josh with a sympathetic smile.
Trent chuckled a little, scooted toward the wall and flipped back the
bedding. "Come on, you're going to freeze something important off if you
don't get in this bed."
Josh chuckled and climbed in front of Trent. They were soon nestled
in the covers, with Josh lying quietly on his back while Trent cuddled
against his side. Josh waited, running his fingers over Trent's face and
tracing patterns through his hair. He hoped Trent would take the
initiative, but was not willing to push his desires. Soon the comforting
warmth had Josh feeling very relaxed, but determined to stay awake. Then he
heard a soft snore in his ear, and a relaxed wiggle from his bed partner,
clearly indicating Trent had fallen asleep. Josh grinned ruefully, thinking
his hard member was going to make it tough for him to reach the same state.
<><><><>
Trent woke slowly the next morning, glancing around the dim room he
realized it was well before sunrise. Trent's next conscious thought was the
realization they had shifted positions, and his body had responded to the
change. He was now spooned against Josh, his cock hard as a rock and
leaking precum as it lay in the crack of Josh's ass. Trent started to back
away, but managed to wedge his dick tighter in Josh's ass crack. Trent let
out a soft sigh as his hips started pumping slighting, rubbing himself up
and down Josh's butt. The heat coming off Josh felt wonderful, as did the
increasingly wet sensations as Trent's cock rubbed faster and faster. As
his breath started coming in gasps, he realized what he was doing, and that
he was doing it without Josh's consent, freezing Trent in horror.
"Don't stop, that was nice."
Trent jumped at the sound of Josh's voice. Trying to decide what he
should do, he realized that Josh had started rubbing his cloth-covered ass
against Trent's rigid cock. Trent sighed and tried to explain,
"Sorry, I shouldn't have. It just sorta happened," said Trent with a
stammer as a particularly nice wave coursed through his body.
"You never have to ask me," said Josh softly.
Trent moaned at the sound of his deep voice, he curled himself around
Josh, burying his face against Josh's neck and whispering, "You might
regret saying that someday, college."
Josh's intended reply faded to a soft sigh as Trent began to caress
his chest. His entire body was a hotbed of sensations, and he was willing
to do anything Trent wanted, but he knew the teasing couldn't continue for
much longer, or he would explode. When Trent started rubbing, then tugging
and twisting his nipples, Josh's breath began coming in gasps. Josh's other
lovers had played with his nipples, and he had enjoyed it, but Trent was
somehow rough and loving at the same time, and it was sending barbs of
passion racing through Josh's system.
Suddenly Josh realized that fingers were circling his navel, the
dense hair surrounding it was magnifying each touch as Trent toyed with
him. Josh desperately fought for control, not wanting to climax before
Trent reached his goal. He was rewarded when he felt Trent's slender
fingers slide under his waistband. He gasped and bucked, feeling a surge of
precum erupt from his cock as Trent's hands slid through his pubic
hair. Finally the emotions and passion overwhelmed his caution.
"Oh god, Trent. Please touch it! Oh fucking hell, Please!" said Josh
in a gasp.
"Whatda you want? Tell me?" whispered Trent in his ear.
"Jerk it, play with it, whatever you want. I just need to come so
bad," said Josh as he felt the fingertips glide closer to his rampant cock.
"Like this?" said Trent as he lightly wrapped his fingers around the
base of Josh's cock and pulled up slowly.
"Oh. Yes. Fuck. Fuck!" screamed Josh, his orgasm driven past the
point of no return at Trent's touch.
Trent felt his lover tense against him, and continued his slow
torturous stroking. As Josh shook with overwhelming sensations, Trent
rubbed his cock against the fabric of his own briefs, already translucent
with precum. With a gasp, Josh erupted, cum shooting through the already
wet fabric. Trent teased him slowly, as volley after volley erupted from
his nuts. The weeks of carefully controlled passion was erased in a
heartbeat by Trent's delicate touch. Even in the dim predawn light, Trent
could see cum running down the outside of Josh's briefs. Finally Josh
slumped against him, gasping desperately for air.
"Oh shit. That was amazing," said Josh as he tried to recover his
breath. Trent held him, feeling close to someone for the first time in a
long time. He was not really concerned with his own pleasure at that
moment, because he was getting what he wanted, a caring lover.
But Josh could feel Trent's hard member poking him urgently. Twisting
in bed, Josh moved face to face with the slender young man. Josh pulled him
in for a kiss, and let his hands drift down Trent's chest as their lips
slowly separated. Josh gently rubbed his fingers over Trent's nipples,
needing confirmation that Trent wanted him to continue. After a few
seconds, Trent let out a shuddering sigh and nodded slightly.
Josh smiled broadly as he ran his hands down Trent's chest, enjoying
the feel of soft hair under his palms. Running his hand over his flat
stomach, Josh let his hand travel over the fabric that was so wet he
wondered briefly if Trent had already shot. Finally reaching Trent's
diamond hard cock, Josh gripped it tightly, watching precum belch out
through the cloth at his touch.
"Oh fuck! Damn, that feels good," said Trent through a moan.
Josh grinned, but he wanted more. Letting his hands trail back up
Trent's contorting body, he slid his thumbs under his waistband and slowly
slid them down his torso, smiling to himself as his long cock lurched out,
slinging a trail of precum as it did. Josh grabbed the writhing monster and
lifted it upward, letting his hand travel slowly down its length. He was
amazed at the volume of precum leaking from Trent's cock. Josh wanted so
badly to lean down and run his tongue through that stream of masculine
essence, but instinctively knew that Trent wasn't ready for that, yet.
Instead he focused on the throbbing piece of meat in his hand. He was
fascinated with the huge blue vein traversing its length, tracing it with
his finger, hearing Trent gasp as he did. Stopping where the vein
disappeared, he slowly ran his finger around the ridge of Trent's cockhead.
"Fuck!" screamed Trent.
Josh felt the man beside him shake, but before he could react, the
first massive volley of cum hit him on the side of the face. With the first
shot barely having arrived, a second followed, completely drenching the
side of Josh's face. The next handful of explosive jets hit Josh in the
chest as he sighed in contentment. As the last of the semen oozed from
Trent's cock, Josh ran his hands over his cum slathered chest. Suddenly
Josh recalled his last boyfriend's reaction to touching jizz, and froze in
concern over what Trent's reaction might be. Then he felt a hand slide
across his chest, helping smear the jizz over him.
"Oh man, you're fuck'n sexy covered with my cum," said Trent
sensuously.
Josh suddenly felt a weight lift that he hadn't even realized was
there. But he was sure now, this was not going to be the same vanilla
relationship he'd had with Zack, and he was thrilled at that discovery.
<><><><>
Darrin and Mitch cuddled against each other, kissing and holding each
other, but neither wanting to take the chance that Mitch's parents would
hear them if they took it further. That wasn't a problem for them though;
they had begun to enjoy these quiet times with just the two of them as much
as the lovemaking, well almost as much. This morning they were enjoying the
scene of the prairie coming to life as the sun rose outside their
window. Darrin leaned over, kissed Mitch and wrapped him in a hug.
"I'm so lucky to be with you. And you just keep getting better
looking," said Darrin with a grin.
"Oh shit, what do you want?" said Mitch with a chuckle.
"Welllll," started Darrin.
"Come on, spit it out," said Mitch, wondering what was on Darrin's
mind.
"Kids," said Darrin hesitantly.
"Yeah, what about 'em."
"Well. Do we want any?" said Darrin as he chewed on his lip.
"I thought we'd talked about this before," said Mitch with a slight
twist to his lips.
"Oh. Ok, well nevermind," said Darrin rapidly.
Mitch scooted around in the bed until they were facing each other,
"No, not 'nevermind'. Tell me what you're thinking."
"Well, you know a lot of people are having kids with surrogates. I
just wondered if you wanted to have a child of your own?"
"I haven't got a burning desire, no. What about you? Did you want a
fruit of your loins?" asked Mitch with a smirk.
Darrin chuckled, "Not particularly, but I thought we should talk
about it. I didn't want any surprises years down the road when you tell me
you regret not having kids."
"I think we're always going to have kids, I just think we're going to
get them at the really fun time, after puberty," said Mitch then leaned in
to kiss Darrin.
Darrin nodded, looking serious for a few moments, and kissed Mitch in
return. "I think you're right, that's going to be our parenting."
Mitch curled up behind Darrin, taking him in his arms, enjoying the
feeling of his chest against Darrin's back.
"Satisfied?" asked Mitch softly.
"Oh yeah, very satisfied," said Darrin with a sly smile.
<><><><>
Josh and Trent had enjoyed the visit from Mitch's parents, both of
whom had had been warm and completely supportive of the boys. They had
introduced Patsy and Mike to the animals and detailed their plans, with
many discussions which left the boys with the feeling there were being
heard.
Josh was thrilled to find out Patsy had some background in graphic
arts too. Trent had bonded almost immediately with Mitch's dad. They had
worked for hours with Whitey, which not only created the bond between the
two of them, but deepened the bond Trent had with the horse. Mike had
privately told Mitch that he agreed with his assessment; Trent had a gift
with animals.
The goat herd that the two boys were developing was a source of many
conversations, to Mitch's public outrage, and private delight, as he loved
that his parents were bonding so well with the boys. But the developing
plans for the herd was a source of continual good-natured sparring between
Mitch and the younger pair.
Darrin had pulled out all the stops for their last meal together. The
roast, masses of side dishes and vegetables, followed by several different
types of dessert, had everyone full and draped over the furniture in
various states of catatonia. The boys had taken over what was becoming
their spot, the couch. Patsy watched as they nestled next to each other and
began to cry softly. Mitch climbed out of his chair at the soft sound,
shocked to see tears rolling down his mothers face. He walked slowly to her
side and knelt, taking her hand gently in his.
"Mom, what's wrong?" asked Mitch quietly.
Patsy leaned forward and took Mitch's face in her hands. "I'm so
sorry, Mitch. We should have protected you better. You should have been
with someone instead of trapped by Steve. Can you ever forgive me?"
Mitch swiped his arm over his face, wiping the tears that had started
leaking down his face. The fact that he had never really talked to his
parents about the sexual assault at the hands of someone they knew, or the
abusers subsequent death in jail when he was arrested at the ranch were
scars he still had. But he had never blamed his parents.
"Mom, you didn't do anything wrong. Steve was just evil. And I'm
fine. Look at Darrin and me."
Darrin walked over and sat on the edge of Patsy's chair and leaned
down to bumped her gently. "You raised an amazing man. Thank you."
Patsy took Darrin's arm and hugged it. The young couple had sat up
during the exchange and now Patsy was looking at them with a smile."
"These are two fine men. You're lucky to have found them," she said
with a smile.
Josh pulled Trent into a hug, then nodded toward Patsy. "Yes,
Ma'am. We know how lucky we are to have ended up on the ranch and also to
have found each other."
Trent smiled and nodded, not wanting to upset the sweet lady who he'd
come to love over the past few days. But the display of loving affection he
had just witnessed only served to create an emotional chaos inside Trent.
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