Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 03:46:30 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Josh ch 3

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Darrin sat on the edge of the chair, concerned that the head of his
department had asked to meet with him. It had been over a month since he
and Mitch had returned from their trip to Houston. They'd had a wonderful
time while they were there, and Darrin had managed to get a little of the
relaxation he so desperately needed. Since coming back, he had been focused
on teaching his classes and his research. He was not aware of problems with
either, but when the departmental secretary had contacted him to set up a
meeting with the head of the department, it began to gnaw at him. He wasn't
certain what had happened, but he felt like a little a kid being sent to
the principal's office.

Darrin had flipped through one of the magazines in the seating area,
reading the same paragraph four times as his case of nerves
worsened. Finally the door opened, and Dr. Miller the department chairman,
motioned Darrin into his office. Darrin perched on the edge of one of the
conference table seats while the chairman retrieved a folder from his
desk. Dropping the folder on the table he sat opposite Darrin, a small,
insincere smile plastered across his face.

"Well, I'm sure you're wondering why we're meeting. It seems we have a
little problem, and you were implicated in it."

"Oh? What's the problem," said Darrin, trying not to fidget.

"Well, it seems you gave one of your colleagues a stack of DVD's and there
was homosexual pornography on a few of them. Now I've looked them over, and
while I found the subject matter objectionable, I did not see anything
illegal. So consider this a friendly warning. We want to maintain the
university's image, especially where your area is concerned. I'm sure you
understand."

Darrin tried to reconcile what he was being told, and the underlying
comment as well. Considering his choices carefully, he began.

"First, I have to tell you, I would never have pornography on campus. I
can't imagine where these are from, but I can assure you, they aren't
mine. Second, I'm not sure I understand about 'my area'. I don't see the
connection between my research and these allegations."

"No, Darrin. Not your research. But you are representing you people."

Darrin looked at him as he replayed what the chairman had just said, the
pieces of the puzzle came together as he considered the comment. "No,
sir. I am not the representative for all gay people on campus. The LGBTQ
community is a mix of vastly differing personalities. It would be a tragic
fallacy if someone considered me the spokesperson. Everyone's views are
unique, just like any other group of people."

"Oh, of course, of course. I wouldn't presume to think otherwise. But these
images and videos are... explicit. We wouldn't want the upper
administration, or the campus newspaper, to discover that you had
pornography in your office."

As Darrin listened to the less than subtle accusation, his temper
flared. He struggled with the implications, thinking through the department
head's comments, his anger becoming more inflamed with each passing second.

"Dr. Miller, I'd like to request you call campus police and have them
search my office and university computer for porn. I've already said I do
not have anything of that nature in my office, but you seem convinced
otherwise, so I'd like to put it to rest. I'll wait here in your office
until they are finished."

"Oh. No, umm, no, no. I don't think we want to do that. It would involve
the Dean, and we don't want to do that. I do believe you, Darrin, but since
you're the only person who is homosexual in the department, one must
assume..."

"I'm the only gay faculty who is open about it, but that doesn't mean I'm
the only one," said Darrin, a mask of neutrality plastered across his face.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure that's true. It must be a prank. Perhaps one of the
students from that group you're the advisor for thought it would be
funny. I'm sure there is another explanation," said Dr. Miller as he
backpedaled as quickly as possible. That admission marked the end of their
meeting as Miller fled the meeting, using the excuse of having a meeting
across campus.

Darrin left the departmental office in a fury, stalking down the hallway
for a confrontation with the person he knew had created this situation. He
stopped at Boorman's open doorway and hammered on the doorframe with his
fist. Boorman jumped, the color draining from his face when he saw who was
at the door.

Without a prelude Darrin tore into him. "Did you think it was going to be
fucking funny? Or were you stupid enough to think some porn would get me
fired. I'm sure the rumor will spread through this department like a
wildfire, but so help me god I will get even with you, you little asshole."
Darrin said with a snarl.

Kevin stammered several times before managing to talk. "What're you talking
about? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You fucking asshole. I gave you a stack of blank DVD's over a month ago
when you whined you didn't have any. There was nothing on them either. What
did you do, copy some of your own porn onto them and then give them to
Miller?"

Boorman's eyes shifted, unwilling to meet Darrin's eyes. His face deepened
in color until his face was cherry red. He started to shake his head, but
Darrin leaned across the desk and into his face.

"Watch your ass, Boorman, watch your ass!"

Turning, Darrin's angry steps echoed down the hallway. Walking into his
office, he slammed the door, the glass shuddering with the
ferocity. Dropping himself into his chair, he sat trying to regain his
composure, wondering why he had ever thought academia was a good career
choice.

<><><><>

Trent slowly drifted awake, the house lit by the morning sunrise. He
enjoyed the slow pace that marked their typical Sunday morning. He found it
humorous that even though none of the other three were particularly
religious, they all seemed to take Sunday morning off. He could feel Josh
just inches away, but it was already too hot to sleep curled around each
other, even in mid-May. He loved the attention Josh showered on him. Josh
treated Trent with loving consideration; the depth of his compassion far
outstripped his chronological age of twenty. Their arguments had become
almost non-existent, although they still cornered off from time to
time. The length of time they were angry with each other had shortened
though, and make-up sex was pretty amazing.

Trent eased out of bed to relieve his full bladder, and immediately heard
Max scramble from his bed. He braced himself, knowing what was coming, and
soon enough he felt a wet nose shoved just below his nuts. In spite of
himself, he jumped slightly, and then chuckled at the dog. He squatted
down, rubbing Max's favorite spots. After spending a few minutes with Max,
he walked into the bathroom and succeeded in draining his bladder, but only
after closing Max out of the room. When he opened the door, he found an
unhappy red and white dog greeting him with 'the look'. Trent chuckled,
knowing Max wanted fed, as well as all the attention he could beg from
Trent. With a yawn and a healthy scratch of his nuts, Trent moved into the
kitchen and measured out Max's morning food.

Trent watched for a minute, chuckling that he now understood the term
'wolfing down your food'. With Max taken care of, Trent headed back to bed,
crawled in and wrapped his arm around Josh.

"'Bout time you got your butt back in bed," said Josh in a rumbly voice.

"Well someone had to take care of your dog," said Trent with a chuckle.

"Yeah, whatever. I think he likes you better than me."

Josh smiled and draped his arm over Trent's shoulders like a blanket. Josh
began to caress Trent's chest, enjoying the leisurely pace of their
morning. Josh knew their first attempt at anal sex had largely been a
disaster, especially for him since he'd had a tender ass for a week
afterwards. Josh had enjoyed it with his first two boyfriends, and he
wanted the same with Trent. But to say Trent was well endowed was an
understatement, and Josh had intimate knowledge that sex with a cock of
porn star dimensions was a very different experience when it was attached
to your boyfriend.

Josh had been trying to ready himself, stretching his butt whenever he had
a chance, which was largely during his daily shower. This morning he felt
very relaxed. It would be hours before they would be expected at the house
for lunch. As his desire grew, Josh curled tighter against Trent, enjoying
the smooth skin of his back. As his cock hardened, poking against Trent, he
heard.

"Well good morning, little Josh."

Josh chuckled and rubbed his hard cock against Trent's ass cheek. "He likes
you. He thinks you have a cute ass."

Trent laughed again. "He's just a slut and not very picky."

"Trent..."

Trent froze, immediately knowing what Josh was going to say. He twisted in
Josh's arms so they were face to face, his cock slowly stiffening in spite
of his misgiving about trying again. But Trent knew they had time to get
Josh ready this time, and after Mitch's talk with them he knew better what
to do.

"Are you sure?" asked Trent as he considered the invitation.

Josh lips caressed Trent's cheek as his fingertips traced a path across his
face. "Yes, I am. I'm going to need you to help me get ready though."

Trent pressed Josh back against the bed, his cock now hard as granite. He
wanted Josh, he wanted them to make love, almost as much as he just wanted
to fuck him.  But this time he'd make sure Josh was ready, they would go
slow and make sure no one was hurt when they were finished.

Trent curled his head lower, catching Josh's nipple between his teeth as
his hand slid down his lightly furred belly. His fingers burrowed through
Josh's thick pubes, gripping them between his fingers and tugging on them
until Josh sighed. He continued to tongue and suck on Josh's nipples,
wetting the swirl of hair surrounding each one. His hand released the dark
pubic hair and cupped Josh's nuts.  Between the gentle caresses on his sack
and the attention Trent was giving his nipples, Josh's cock was leaking a
thin stream of precum. Trent released Josh, resulting in a groan of
depravity, and pushed himself to one elbow.

"Roll over, Josh. I want room to work on that nice tight ass."

Josh smiled and clambered to his hands and knees. Trent shoved their
pillows under his pelvis, and Josh relaxed with his ass at the perfect
angle for Trent's tender explorations. Opening Josh's crack, he could see
the pink orifice that was his ultimate goal. Trent slid his face low, his
tongue darting out and catching that sensitive piece of skin just under
Josh's nuts and slathering it with slit. Holding tight against Josh's ass,
he traced lower, running his tongue the length of Josh's butt crack.

"Oh fuck! That feels so damn good," said Josh as he panted for air.

Trent let out an almost silent chuckle, enjoying the reaction he was
getting. He refocused, lapping up and down Josh's crack until it was
drenched with spit. Josh's chest was flat against the mattress, his arms
sprawled out, soft moans coming from between his lips as Trent sent wave
after wave of passion through his body.

As Trent sensed the building passion that was assaulting Josh's system, he
dove in again, this time attacking Josh's hole like a terrier after a
rat. He wiggled his tongue against Josh's tight pucker, licking and working
over Josh's hole until it began to loosen. Prying his cheeks further apart,
Trent started ramming his tongue inside repeatedly causing Josh's moans and
cries of pleasure to escalate. Trent pulled back, watched Josh's hole
convulse and knew he was ready for the next step.

Trent grabbed the omnipresent bottle of lube and coated Josh's
hole. Sliding his finger through the gel, he coated it and then began
pressing into Josh. With a sigh and a slight outward push, Josh's ass
swallowed his lover's finger.

"Oh man, that feels amazing," said Josh with a gasp.

Trent curled his finger, stroking the smooth lining of Josh's ass. "Oh just
wait, cutie.  We haven't got to the best part yet."

Josh's only response was a low groan.

Trent eased his finger out and drenched two fingers with more lube. Easing
them into Josh, Trent methodically pressed them deeper, giving Josh time to
adjust with each new intrusion. Several minutes later, Josh had two fingers
buried inside his ass.  He stroked them in and out, adding more lube
continually. Keeping up his slow ascension, Trent worked his way to four
fingers, and had Josh quivering on the bed beneath him.

Trent allowed his fingers to glide out of Josh, smiling at the sigh of
pleasure coming from the young cowboy. Trent lay across Josh's back and
whispered. "You ready to get butt fucked, cowboy?"

"Yes fuck hell oh god fuck me," said Josh in a torrent.

Trent planted a hot kiss on Josh's neck, then moved back until he was
kneeling behind his lover. He drenched his rock hard cock with lube and
then pressed the head against Josh's well-worked pucker. Grabbing Josh
tightly, Trent pinned him against the pillow and started pushing
inward. Josh's ass relaxed in tiny increments until with a final twitch,
Trent slid past the first gateway. Trent froze, denying his body the
pleasure it sought as he froze in place, careful that Josh felt nothing but
pleasure. Soon he felt the death grip on his cock lessen and Trent pushed
forward again. Feeling the intense pressure as he breached the second
portal, Trent slipped through, lodging himself inside Josh.

Josh's body shuddered at the intrusion stretched to his limits, even with
Trent's amazing foreplay. "Oh god. Don't move, let me get use to it first."

Trent reached down, letting his fingers trail over Josh's back and lightly
furred ass.  He enjoyed the sight of the muscular cowboy impaled by his
thick cock, with still inches of dick to go. Trent began rocking back and
forth, burying his cock deeper with each forward stroke. After several
exquisite minutes, he felt the base of his cock surrounded by Josh's
ass. Trent pressed against Josh, burying the last fraction of an inch
inside his man. His hands trailed over Josh, giving him time to adjust to
the new sensations. Josh was panting and faintly flushed, but Trent
couldn't detect any of signs of pain. Josh panted hard, the feelings
coursing through his body indescribable, turning his head he gave Trent a
lust filled smile.

"God, that feels great. Go ahead; just start slow. Oh shit. It's fucking
mind blowing."

Trent nodded in acknowledgment and began taking short strokes into Josh's
ass. As they made love, the minutes blurred together, and the amorous
feelings blanketed them both. As Josh adjusted to Trent's massive size, the
feelings of pleasure intensified, until with a sudden jolt, Trent rammed
into his prostate.

"Oh holy shit!" screamed Josh as his body convulsed. Trent had moved far
past the gentle phase and was driving himself against Josh's sweet
spot. The continual collision had Josh lost in the beginning of his orgasm
as his prostate swelled with impending ejaculation. Josh's moans reached a
fever pitch when Trent felt his ass seize around his cock. With a lust
driven expression, Trent slapped Josh hard on the ass cheek.

"Fuck!" yelled Josh.

Josh's body bucked, bringing Trent to his peak. With Josh's last tremor of
orgasm, Trent felt his own cum boiling out. Pinning Josh beneath him, he
leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to elicit a
squeal. Trent began pumping Josh's gut full of cum, his pleasure cresting
again and again as he felt the volleys of jizz filling Josh. With a
lingering groan, the last of Trent's seed oozed into Josh, and he collapsed
across his lover.

Kissing the mark he had made on Josh's neck, Trent chuckled a little as the
two of them drifted in the cloud of lust. "Sorry, Josh. I guess I got
carried away."

Josh waved his hand weakly in the air. "It's all good. Bite me, spank me,
make me write bad checks."

Trent laughed and moved back, feeling his softening cock begin to ease out
of Josh, sighing as his cockhead slipped from inside. He watched as a thick
white stream flowed from Josh's ass. Josh groaned and moved slightly, then
let out a wet sounding fart.

"Gross! Dude!" said Trent in disgust.

Josh chuckled and looked back at Trent. "Seriously? You expect to fuck me
with that elephant trunk you call a dick for an hour and think air's not
going to be forced up there?"

Trent paused for a minute and then smacked Josh on the ass again. "Yes, I
do," said Trent with a laugh.

Their revelry was broken by the sound of a loud sniff. Both looked down in
time to see Max walk close to them and sniff again. The dog gave them an
offended look, and sneezed several times before walking back to his bed and
lying down with his back to the two youngsters.

"I don't think he was impressed," said Josh with a giggle.

<><><><>

The couple had relaxed, enjoying the rest of their leisurely morning before
sharing a shower to wash the smell of sex off them before going to the main
house for lunch.  They arrived to find Mitch and Darrin cavorting like
kids, and Trent smiled at the insight that he and Josh were not the only
ones to take advantage of the quiet morning.

As Darrin loaded the dishwasher, he glanced over and smiled at Trent. "Hey,
I'm going to plant the peppers and tomatoes we started from seed this
afternoon, did you want to help?"

"Sure! Is it time? It's not too early?"

"Nope, we just need to work in some manure, stake them and get them ready
for an Oklahoma summer," said Darrin. Turning to the other two, he
smiled. "You want to help us with the garden?"

"Ahh, no," said Mitch with a unrepentant grin.

Josh looked back and forth, trying to find a way out of helping with the
garden without offending Darrin and Trent. After a few minutes of watching
Josh, Mitch took pity on him. "You don't have to be together every second,
Josh. Trent and Darrin will be just fine, and you and I can look at those
damn goats and see where that one keeps getting out."

Josh looked at Trent for confirmation and received a small smile and
nod. With a sigh of relief, which garnered a chuckle from the others, Josh
jumped up from the table and almost ran out the door to find the problem
with the goat's fence. Mitch soon followed; his black cowboy hat wedged
onto his head and a grin plastered across his face.

Trent helped Darrin clean up the kitchen and happily followed him to the
garden. He smiled at the rows of plants erupting from the ground. The early
plants, like potatoes and onions, were already sturdy and tall, making the
plants they had been hardening-off look weak and spindly. But Trent knew
with some care they would be just fine.

They worked together to spread load after load of composed manure onto the
newly tilled ground. By the time they had dumped the last wheelbarrow load
onto the soil, they were both sweaty and covered in dust. Starting the
tiller, Trent soon had all their compost carefully worked into the soil. He
started helping Darrin, spacing out the tiny plants to what seemed to Trent
to be extraordinary distances, but Darrin assured him that they would more
than fill the gaps. As they nested the plants into the friable soil, they
chatted like old friends. Darrin gave instructions only when needed, and
Trent appreciated not being made to feel stupid. The sun had barely moved
from its zenith when they were finished.

Darrin stood and wiped his hands on his jeans, looking over the garden. He
put his arm over Trent's shoulders and pulled him against his side,
ruffling Trent's hair as they looked over the results of their hard
work. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, Darrin playfully kicked
Trent in the ass. "Good job! Why don't you pick some lettuce and we'll fix
a big salad for dinner."

Trent nodded, not trusting his voice as his old enemy surfaced. He wasn't
sure how much longer he wanted to chance hurting these men any more than he
already would, but it wasn't today, he had more time before he and the
disaster that followed him changed their lives into chaos.

<><><><>

Darrin dragged through the door, glad that another exhausting week was
behind him. With classes having started again and all their accompanying
stresses, Darrin was glad to have a few moments of quiet to
recover. Fortunately, Boorman seemed to have stopped the attacks against
Darrin completely after the incident with the disks of pornography. But
even without the sneaky confrontations, Darrin felt the pressure of needing
to keep his image at work squeaky clean. The demands were piling up, to the
point where he was considering talking to Mitch about quitting his
university job and working on the ranch full time. He hadn't mentioned it
before because he was concerned about the ranch supporting the four of
them.

He shoved Josh's art supplies to one side and dropped his bag on the table
with a hollow thud. He began unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to lose the
trappings of academia as quickly as possible. Yanking it off, he tossed the
shirt to the floor as he walked into the bedroom. He'd noticed Mitch
intently working at his desk, but since Mitch had not acknowledged him,
Darrin finished undressing. After yanking off his socks, Darrin walked over
to Mitch in a pair of cerulean blue boxer briefs. Having shed the last
vestiges of his job, Darrin reached down, scratched his nuts and then
rested his hands on Mitch's shoulders.

"It doesn't look good."

"Why? What's wrong?" asked Darrin.

"It's this damn drought. We had to buy hay because the pastures dried up
last summer. That killed our bottom line. And the calves aren't growing as
well because the cows are giving less milk, and the grass that is left is
crappy. Corn is so expensive it wouldn't help to creepfeed them..." Mitch
turned to look at Darrin with a sober look on his face. "We'll be lucky to
breakeven and keep the entire cow herd this year."

Darrin saw the stricken look on Mitch's face and knew his decision about
quitting was already made. They were in this together, and they just hadn't
seen enough good years in the short time they had been on the ranch to
compensate for a bad year. With an inward sigh, and a squeeze of Mitch's
shoulder, Darrin resigned himself to keeping his job. That was the end of
the topic so far as Darrin was concerned, his family needed him, so that
was what he would do.

They discussed options until the room began to dim and they realized it was
getting late. Darrin reached over to turn off the desk lamp and saw an
envelope with Josh's handwriting on it. He picked it up and turned to
Mitch.

"What's this?"

"Oh, Josh mails his rent for the goat's pastures. He says it's more
business-like.  That's this month's I guess. It should also have the
ranch's cut from selling this year's kid crop, so it might be enough for a
steak dinner for all of us," said Mitch with a chuckle.

Darrin smiled and opened the envelope as he slid out Josh's official
looking invoice a low whistle erupted from his lips.

"You might want to look at this, babe," said Darrin as he handed the check
to Mitch.

Mitch gave him a quizzical look and then took the check. He had stood
immobile for several long moments before he looked at Darrin with shock on
his face. "Holy shit!  That's enough to cover the whole winter feed
bill. We're suddenly solvent."

Darrin chuckled at Mitch. "It also means you're going to have to tell Josh
his goats kept the ranch from going into the red."

"Yeah, you're right. Damn it!"

Darrin laughed softly and started chanting. "Goats, goats, goats, goats."

"Oh shut the fuck up," said Mitch as he turned to leave, a slight smile
tugging at his lips.

<><><><>

Josh lay on the bed working on his sketches for class while Trent lounged
on the opposite end. Trent was reading the latest sci-fi book he'd picked
up, so he didn't bother Josh with the noise of the television. He knew Josh
was putting a lot of effort into his assignments. Josh really wanted to
start a business of his own, and Trent thought he probably could do
it. Later in life he'd tell Josh, but no time soon was he going to admit
that he admired all the work Josh was willing to put in on a project.
Trent didn't consider himself driven; he thought he gave up fairly quickly
on almost anything.

Josh had been sketching for several hours now, and Trent was starting to
get curious about what he was doing. It wasn't like he had never seen any
of Josh's work. He thought Josh was amazingly talented. Occasionally Josh
had asked his opinion on different projects too, but Trent never felt he
knew enough to talk about it. As he watched Josh, curiosity got the better
of him, and he crawled around on the bed so he could see. Watching for a
minute over Josh's shoulder he saw a page covered with small designs, most
looking goat-like.

"Goats?"

"Yeah, I'm suppose to design a logo for a business, so I decided to do one
for our goats," said Josh.

"Our goats?" said Trent, his emotions suddenly in turmoil.

"Yeah, they're ours," said Josh. Looking up he smiled at Trent. "It was
great to see Mitch eat crow. The goats did really well."

"They're browsers, the cows are grazers," said Trent automatically.

Josh leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Yes, babe. I know. So they had
something to eat while the cows were just getting hay. It didn't hurt that
we had a phenomenally high kidding percentage either."

"Shh, don't tell Mitch. He might barf up the crow he had to eat," said
Trent with a chuckle. Focusing again on Josh's work, he saw that he was
playing around with the different kinds of horns their goats had. Trent had
always been amazed at the variety among the Spanish Goats. Reaching down,
he pointed out one with spiraled horns.

"Him, I've always like his horns. I think that the best one."

Josh chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, I do too. But my teacher is an old
white haired fart who makes us do a shit ton of sketches, or the asshole
take off points."

"That sounds fucking pointless."

"Yeah, I think so too. But I only have a few more, and I'll be done."

"Cool," said Trent as he watched Josh sketch. After a minute, he continued,
"What then?"

Josh sighed. "I need to practice for my figure drawing class. I suck at
drawing people.  But I don't exactly have a model here."

"I'll model for you," said Trent.

"Really?"

"Sure! How hard could it be to lay still and let someone draw you?"

"Well..." Josh paused for several long moments and then got a crooked
smile. "The models are nude."

"Oh..."

Josh watched Trent as the silence began to become awkward, both men started
talking.

"Nevermind, it's ok," said Josh.

"Ok, it's fine. It ain't like you never saw it before," said Trent with a
shy look.

Josh paused, watching Trent's face and saw only a charming smile. With a
shake of his head, Josh decided to take Trent up on his offer.

"Ok, well you can lay on the bed. You have to keep from moving for 20 or 30
minutes, so you need to be comfortable," said Josh. Looking back at Trent,
he got a smirk on his face. "Need any help undressing?"

Trent laughed at the expression on Josh's face. "Yeah, I bet you say that
to all the boys."

"Well, there is one guy-"

Trent punched Josh in the shoulder and scowled at him. "Yeah, yeah, you
better never screw around on me, mister. Talk about hell having no fury."

Josh laughed at his lover. "You've been reading them fancy books again,
ain't ya."

"Oh shut your fuck'n pie hole," said Trent as he quickly stripped and then
lay across the bed. Josh helped him get comfortable and used a few of their
lamps to get the lighting effects he'd seen in class. Once everything was
set, Josh had to admit Trent was a handsome model. His body was slender
while still showing muscle, a light furry patch had developed between his
pecs, but otherwise his torso was smooth.  The hair was much more
pronounced on Trent's legs, and Josh knew his ass, which was out of sight,
had a nice coat of hair. But without a doubt his cock was the show-
stopper. With Trent on his side, his flaccid cock lay across his leg and
almost touched the bed. Josh had to laugh to himself. If he ever showed
these sketches to anyone, they would think he had exaggerated the size.

Josh started to work and began drawing Trent. After finishing the first
pose, Trent agreed to do another, followed by another until Josh finally
called it quits.

"That's enough, babe. Damn, that was great. You really helped! I owe you
one!" said Josh.

Trent crawled across the bed, a sultry look in his eyes as the reached out
and pawed at Josh's crotch. "Oh, I think I'll take payment now," said
Trent.

Josh smiled, knowing that his cock had been leaking the entire time he was
sketching Trent, not a problem he had with the models in class. Pushing his
sketchpad out of the way, Josh knelt on the floor in front of Trent and
teased him with several false passes of his lips before finally giving him
a soul-searing kiss.

Josh rolled Trent to his back and slithered onto the bed beside him with a
lustful look on his face. Knowing what he wanted, Josh quickly sucked
Trent's soft cock into his mouth. He knew Trent would be erect in short
order, but he relished the feeling of having the entire leviathan in his
mouth before it expanded beyond what he could hold.

As it grew, Josh's tongue explored Trent's swelling cock, tasting and
licking with enthusiasm. Josh felt Trent pawing at his pants, wanting
access to Josh's steel hard cock. Trent pulled Josh's dick from the
confines of his underwear, and then felt it sink into his hot mouth. Trent
pressed down steadily until Josh could feel his lips against Josh's pubic
hair, his throbbing cock lodged in Trent's throat.

Moving in slow motion, the pair explored each other members with tongue and
mouth, their hands caressing and groping as the amorous feelings
built. Josh wrapped his hand around Trent's throbbing cock, licking it like
the cr?me-filled treat it was. He curled the tip of his tongue and drilled
against the underside of Trent's cock head, enjoying the response he got
from his partner.

Josh's own needs were not ignored as Trent took him deep down his throat,
time and time again. Josh recognized the feeling of urgency as his system
tripped, semen racing outward as Trent continued to deep throat him. Josh
tried to warn Trent of the impending flood.

"Coming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuucccckkk!" screamed Josh.

Trent pressed his face tight against Josh's crotch, twisting his head,
knowing that the sensations would drive Josh crazy. Trent had struggled
with having oral sex with Josh at first. It had been a reminder of that
part of his life when he was selling his body on the streets. Time at the
ranch had gradually eliminated that though, and he attacked Josh's suddenly
spurting cock with enthusiasm, swallowing each blast.

As Josh's orgasm subsided, Trent released his cock from the depths of his
throat.  With a smile plastered across his face, he sent his tongue
exploring over the surface of Josh's soaking wet cock. Trent soon had Josh
trembling with each stroke of his tongue, until he was begging for Trent to
stop. With a chuckle, Trent kissed Josh's distended slit and released his
captive.

"Oh holy hell. That felt amazing. You've ruined me to anyone else, ever,"
said Josh.

"Yeah, you ain't quite done yet, pardner," said Trent in a cartoon-like
western accent.

Josh smiled and pulled Trent's monster back to his mouth, jacking its base
as his tongue waltzed across the deep red cockhead. With only a few
strategic movements, he had Trent balanced on the edge of orgasm. Josh
released his cock with a pop and started rubbing it across his rough
face. The sensations soon had Trent moaning a torrent of indecipherable
words, but the meaning was clear. Josh was hitting all the best spots. With
a final scream, Trent's body locked in climax, the first explosion hitting
Josh and leaving a creamy white stripe that traveled from Josh's forehead
to his chin. His tongue darted out to sample the lusty elixir from his
lips, just as the second volley squirted across his hair and down his
cheek.

Josh took the still exploding cock and smeared its juice over his lips and
face, enjoying the smell and texture of his face covered with cum. He was
so glad that Trent enjoyed a little kink in his sex too, unlike his
previous boyfriend.

Trent tugged Josh around until they were face to face. They kissed
tenderly, a strand of virulent cum trailing between their lips. Trent
grunted out a contented bass, and caught the strand with his finger and
sucked it clean. He leaned closer to Josh and started licking the semen
from his face, pausing occasionally to share it with Josh.  Time seemed to
creep as they luxuriated in post-orgasmic bliss. Trent pulled back to look
at Josh's face and chuckled at the glistening visage before him.

Twisting on the bed, Trent retrieved his t-shirt. With it he wiped Josh's
face clean, planting a gentle kiss with each wipe of the soft
cloth. Finished, he tossed the shirt to the floor and wrapped his arms
around his lover.

"Anytime you need a model, just let me know," whispered Trent.

"Hmm, I think I'm going to need lots and lots of practice."

The two snuggled against each other. Josh curled around Trent, feeling very
protective of him. Leaning down he whispered into his ear. "I love you,
Trent"

He felt Trent tense within his arms, but he wasn't expecting a reply. He
carefully nuzzled his face against Trent's neck. Josh drifted to sleep with
the realization that Trent had relaxed against him.

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Darrin stood looking at the imposing building that loomed before him. With
each passing day, it was becoming more difficult to enter this edifice of
academia. It's very brick, glass and steel seemed to destroy a little more
of Darrin's soul with each passing day. But there was no one he could talk
to about this, Dr. Ruck would never understand, she lived for her
research. Mitch wasn't a choice, he was stressed enough just making ends
meet so they could keep their ranch. The goats had saved them this year,
but if the drought became protracted next year could be worse.

Darrin steeled himself to yet another day of guarded conversation and
contemplation of underlying motives. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't
let the necessity of working at the university weigh him down, but it
had. Slowly shuffling to the gapping maw of the soul-sucking structure,
Darrin felt a small hand run through his arm and then close a firm
grip. Glancing over he saw Emma's visage.

"Morning. How are you this morning?" said Darrin, trying to pull on his big
boy pants.

"I need some coffee, and company."

Darrin paused and studied his mentor's face. Knowing she would weasel her
way into the problem, but he didn't feel this was her problem to solve. "I
really have some things to take care of before class. Maybe later this
afternoon."

Darrin felt a slight tightening of her grip. "No, I think now would be
perfect."

Darrin sighed to himself, knowing there was no good way to get out of
whatever Emma wanted to talk to him about. They walked to the student union
with her hand laced through his arm until they were at the table, coffee in
hand. Emma sat down across from him, inhaled the aroma of her cup and then
smiled at Darrin.

"It's good to sit with friends and enjoy a few quiet minutes. Isn't it?"
said Emma.

"Yes, Ma'am. It is nice to relax."

Emma took a sip of her coffee and smiled warmly at Darrin. "You know you're
doing exceptionally well."

"Thank you. I know I need to finish the article for-"

"Darrin. Shut up," said Emma, an endearing smile on her face.

Darrin started, not sure of what to think.

"As I was saying... you're doing exceptionally well. Now stop it before you
kill yourself."

Darrin looked at her, confusion etched across his face. "I'm concerned
about my tenure decision coming up in two years. I know I have to have a
bulletproof case. I'm sure you understand that."

"Lord, child. You have written more papers than most of the tenured people
since they got tenure," said Emma, a tone of concern in her voice. "Are you
happy?"

Darrin gave her a startled look. "Of course, I've got a very rewarding job
at a prestigious university-"

Emma stopped him with a gesture. "No, not the bullshit answer. Are you
happy? Is this job affecting your life? When's the last time you and Mitch
had sex?"

"Dr. Ruck, that's really none of your business," said Darrin, afraid he
understood where this conversation was going, and not liking it.

"Which means not anytime recently," she said with a frown. "Look, Darrin. I
like you.  I like your family. I don't want you to burn out, which you are
dangerously close to doing. You have to start protecting yourself and your
personal life. We can't afford to lose any competent people."

"And it doesn't hurt that I'm gay, even though it makes me a huge target
for bigots in the building."

"Suck it up. You aren't going to get any pity on that front from the first
woman in the College of Ag at this University. Do you think my life was
much different than yours is now?"

Darrin sat stunned, the thought of Dr. Ruck being the focus of
discrimination had never occurred to Darrin. He saw her simply as a
successful senior faculty who was respected, and more than a little feared.

Darrin looked at her with a smile. "Actually there's a big difference. I
have a friend and ally that you didn't."

Emma started chuckling, then smiled at Darrin. "Not true. How do you think
I know Bill Koch?"

Darrin's mouth fell open that the curmudgeon of his graduate experience,
and a staunch defender of him and Mitch had also been the defender of Emma
at the beginning of her career. He listened to the deep alto giggle as
Dr. Ruck leaned back, enjoying her coffee.

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Darrin sat calmly at the kitchen table, watching Josh and Trent run around
like some crazy fire drill. They were trying to get ready for Mitch's 30th
birthday, and they had volunteered to do all the work, Darrin only had to
show up. After Dr. Ruck's talk, Darrin had sat everyone down and explained
what was going on with his job. He told them that he was going to be home
more, but with some things they would still need to pitch in and help. So
when the two boys came to him and said they wanted to plan the birthday
party, Darrin was firmly in favor of it.

Looking around now, he wondered what the fuck he'd been thinking. The house
was a complete wreck, the cake hadn't arrived, the meal was just getting
started, and guests would begin arriving soon. This was going to be a
complete train wreck.  Sighing, he moved to help them, and Trent appeared
at his elbow.

"Go get dressed. And prepped for later,' said Trent with a leer on his
face.

"Hey, that's none of your business!" said Darrin sharply.

"Well Josh and I are going to town after the party to give you some
privacy. If you use it playing Xbox that's your choice."

Darrin started to object and rethought his decision. He did want some time
alone with Mitch, and the boys spending the evening in town was a perfect
excuse. It meant they could have some time together without watching how
loud they were, which was a big plus in Darrin's thinking. The occasion of
Mitch's 30th birthday certainly wasn't a time for quiet. Besides, Emma was
right, it had been far too long since they'd had time for more than a
quickie. Darrin fully planned to get screwed long and hard tonight. Without
another word, Darrin left the boys to their disaster area, and moved to the
bedroom so he could get ready.

When Darrin heard the first knock on the door, he was finishing dressing
himself. He threaded his belt through the loops and was buckling it when he
walked into the living room, and stopped in amazement. The room was
spotless, the decorations were up, and the table was set for the small
group they had coming. Darrin turned from side to side, taking in all the
work the boys had done. As he completed his circuit, he heard a snicker
from the kitchen.

"Didn't think we could pull it off, did ya?" said Trent.

Darrin chuckled and shook his head, "Nope, I'm busted. I didn't think you
could get it together."

Walking over to the kitchen, he began to lift a pot lid, and was stopped by
Trent. "Oh no, you don't. You'll see what I made when everyone else does."

Darrin grinned and nodded in agreement. There was a knock at the door, and
Darrin walked over to greet the first guest. Unsurprisingly it was Emma and
her husband.

"Hello, Emma. Nick. Glad you could make it."

"We wouldn't miss it. Trent told me he was the head chef for the evening."

"Damn right I am. And most of it came from the ranch. Our vegetable garden
is doing fuck'n fantastic," said Trent from the kitchen.

Soon the other guests; Doug, his mother, and Sheriff White Cloud, had
arrived. Now they were just waiting for Mitch. Fortunately, he managed to
arrive just as the last dish was being plated; otherwise he would have had
to deal with Trent's wrath.  With Mitch's arrival, they all moved to the
table and settled in for a great meal. Trent had been practicing his skills
since summer and did the majority of the cooking at the ranch now. He
particularly liked using produce from the garden he and Darrin had planted
in the spring, to Darrin's delight.

The meal started, and Darrin was shocked to see them serving an Italian
five-course meal. Trent put two beautiful antipasto plates on the table
that drew rave reviews from everyone. Once those were finished, he and Josh
cleared the table and Trent began serving the pasta plates. Darrin thought
he was holding them curiously high, but gave it little
consideration. Serving Darrin and Mitch last, Trent sat back down and
watched expectantly.

A chuckle erupted from Doug's mother, Ann, followed almost immediately by a
rich guffaw from Emma. Darrin lifted the fork filled with pasta and alfredo
sauce to his lips, and the pasta caught his eye. Pulling the fork away from
his mouth, he saw the pasta was in the shape of cocks and balls. By this
time, Trent was beaming at the rippling laughter that filled the
room. Darrin caught Trent's eye just as Doug let out a spewing sound with a
mouth full of pasta.

"Now Doug, eat your penis pasta. It's good for you," said Ann as she wiped
the tears of laughter from her eyes.

"I thought the white sauce was a particularly nice detail," said Emma in a
charming voice.

Darrin groaned in defeat as he watched the thick white sauce drip from the
erotic pasta. The laughter continued as the small group enjoyed their
second course, with snickering comments about viscous cream and tiny
penises. Darrin was somewhat taken aback by the adolescent humor,
especially from the two women. But he relaxed after a few minutes, knowing
the humor was all good-natured. It was even more evident that Mitch was
having a roaring good time, which was really all that mattered.

The remainder of the meal went well, with no more adult novelty humor. Even
the red velvet cake that Trent had made for Mitch's birthday cake was sans
penis candles. The group moved to the living room and enjoyed the wine
Trent had asked Mitch to pick up. The two older women found they had much
in common, and both were still chuckling about Trent's pasta selection. The
night progressed as it had started, with good-natured humor. They shared
personal stories until everyone was wiping tears of laughter from their
eyes. As the time became late, people began to leave for home, everyone
wishing Mitch a happy birthday.

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Darrin washed off the last plate and put it into the dishwasher. As he
reflected on the evening, he decided it was a great birthday for Mitch, and
he still had his gift to give. The boys had already left for the movies,
making it very clear they were staying for the double feature and would be
back late. Trent had also made a few whispered comments to Mitch, which had
been rewarded with a smack to the back of the head.  As he rinsed out the
sink, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, pulling him close.

"Everybody's gone," whispered Mitch.

"So they are. Did you have something in mind?"

"Yeah. I had fuck'n your ass until you're screaming in mind."

"Hmm, I think that could be arranged. Let's go to the bedroom," said Darrin
as he turned to look at his husband.

Mitch almost growled out, "No, the kids are gone and I want you right here
and right now."

Darrin leaned in, flicking his tongue along the edge of Mitch's
ear. Dropping down slightly, he sucked Mitch's earlobe between his lips and
bit down gently. Mitch moaned as Darrin whispered into his ear. "You sure
you don't want to go to the bedroom now?"

Without answering, Mitch lunged forward, pinning Darrin against the
counter.  Darrin could feel their cocks pressing against each other as
their bodies melded.  Mitch's hands rammed into the back of Darrin's jeans,
grabbed his ass hard with both hands and squeezed.  Darrin could feel
Mitch's finger probing, searching for his hole as they tore at each
other. Their passion grew, events finally allowing them to release the
hunger they had for each other. Darrin realized this was going to be sex;
raw, hard and lustful, and he was ready. His thought of a soft loving
session was lost with the first searing touch of Mitch's fingers trailing
along his crack. Mitch broke his kiss, panting and flushed as he tore at
the buttons on Darrin's shirt.

"Strip," said Mitch with a growl.

Darrin responded, losing more than one button in his eagerness to
comply. In a heartbeat, Darrin was standing naked in front of Mitch, his
skin flushed, his cock hard and dripping. Mitch's eyes were lidded as he
reached out and grabbed Darrin by the nipples, grinding them between his
fingers. Darrin rewarded the maneuver with a guttural groan.

"Are you ready lover? You ready for me to throw a fuck into you?"

"Fuck, Mitch. Hell yes."

Darrin watched as Mitch stripped, keeping their eyes locked as his thick
cock sprung into view. As the last piece of his clothing hit the floor, he
grabbed Darrin and pushed him across the stone countertop. Mitch rammed his
crotch against Darrin's ass, his fingers clawing down Darrin's back,
leaving red lines marking the passage of Mitch's nails across the pale skin
trapped under him. Darrin thrashed, completely submerged in the passion of
his lover taking him. Their animalistic foreplay continued until Darrin's
back was a crisscross of red lines and Mitch was reduced to long growls to
articulate his passion.

Both men were beyond ready when Mitch stepped back and looked for some kind
of lube. Grabbing a bottle of oil Trent had left out, he ripped off the top
and threw it aside, dribbling oil down Darrin's ass crack until it was
dripping onto the floor.  Mitch shoved two fingers inside Darrin, rewarded
with a low groan. Mitch's foreplay was quick and ruthless, adding a third
finger to Darrin's ass and fingered him hard.  In a matter of heartbeats,
Mitch had splashed more oil over his throbbing cock and was banging at
Darrin's hole. His fingers sank into Darrin's shoulders as he jammed his
cock into Darrin's gut.

Darrin gasped at the combination of passion and lust as Mitch took him
roughly. His body responding in similar passion, so the pain was almost
non-existent. Darrin felt Mitch find bottom, loving the sensation of
Mitch's wiry pubic hair grinding against his butt cheeks. To Darrin's
disappointment, the sensation fled as Mitch pulled out.  But he quickly
became elated when Mitch began fucking his butt.

In moments, Mitch was ripping into Darrin, pounding his ass with a ferocity
they hadn't shared in years. The gasps and low screams from both of them
filled the house, sex only two men could share. Darrin was holding on
tight, and loved the passion Mitch was sharing. He knew it had been awhile,
and with the abandon Mitch was attacking his ass, they wouldn't last
long. With a shift in position, Mitch began hitting Darrin's prostrate with
direct blows. The overload washing over Darrin until his mind was submerged
in a grey fog of lust.

Some time later Darrin surfaced from his sex induced haze to realize that
Mitch was snorting like a stallion breeding a mare. Knowing Mitch was
close, he began meeting each thrust with a backward slam of his hips. After
their bodies had slapped together a handful of times, Mitch pinned Darrin
to the counter top, his body shuttering with climax.

"God, god, God," screamed Mitch.

Darrin lay gasping on the counter, feeling Mitch's cock throb, milking it
with his ass as his husband found some much needed relief. Minutes slipped
by as Mitch's orgasm continued. With the last drop of cum lodged in
Darrin's gut, Mitch collapsed across him, gasping for air as he kissed
Darrin's neck. They lay quietly, Mitch's breathing slowing until he could
speak again.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened. I just wanted you,"
whispered Mitch.

"Don't you dare apologize!" said Darrin with a smirk, "That's the hottest
sex we've had in a while."

Mitch nuzzled against Darrin. "Yeah, damn it was hot."

Mitch's hands trailed over Darrin, his cock softening and slipping out. The
drip of cum as it leaked from Darrin's ass creating a strange counterpoint
to their cooling bodies. Mitch kissed Darrin a last time.

"Turn over, I want your load, lover."

"Oh no, you don't. I have a whole massage thing set up in the
bedroom. We're going to shower and clean off the oil, then I'm going to rub
massage oil all over your hot body until you can't stand it anymore, and
then I'm going to fuck you senseless," said Darrin with a smile.

"Damn, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" said Mitch with a grin.

Darrin took Mitch's hand and led his soul mate to the shower, and they were
still celebrating Mitch's birthday long after the boys had returned from
their double feature.

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