Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 12:25:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon Keys <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Josh Ch 8

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Darrin shaded his eyes with his hand, wondering who was creating the
boiling dust cloud he could see coming down the road. As it slowed to turn
into the ranch, he could see the familiar insignia of the county sheriff.

"Hey Mitch, Jim is coming."

Mitch leaned the pitchfork against the stall he was cleaning and walked out
into the sun, enjoying the warmth of the Indian summer day. He pulled off
the worn leather gloves and shoved them into his back pocket. "Wonder why
he's coming for a visit..."

Neither of them could be sure whether this was a pleasant visit, or one
that would send their again peaceful world into upheaval. The sheriff had
brought both Josh and Trent to the ranch, but now the two were married,
well as married as two men could be in Oklahoma. He and Mitch had been
enjoying the drama free weeks since the pair had returned from Alaska. They
walked over as the car rolled to a stop.

"Hey Jim. Nice day to be out."

Jim White Cloud pulled off his grey cowboy hat and ran his fingers through
his iron and steel colored hair. He slid the hat on and cocked it to the
back and smiled at the pair.

"Don't worry. I'm not here on official business. Well, not official county
business anyway."

Mitch lifted his eyebrows. "Oh?"

"You know how gossip spreads around here. Nanna heard about the boys Haida
wedding. It didn't set to well for some northwestern tribes to be stealing
'her' Two-Spirits."

Mitch started chuckling. "Well have her ream those two then. Darrin would
probably help." The scowl Darrin shot his direction only increased the
volume of his laughter.

Jim grinned at Mitch and slowed his laughter. "Oh, she's going to talk to
them too. But since you two are members of the tribe, she wanted you to
have a traditional wedding."

Mitch glanced at Darrin and lifted his eyebrows, looking back to the
sheriff. "Traditional wedding?"

"Yes, we are a sovereign nation. I'm not exactly sure what that means to
the state government, but it means quite a bit to us." He paused and
grinned at the pair. "Don't worry. You'll have a good time."

Mitch nodded weakly, conflicting emotions swirling inside him. Sheriff
White Cloud walked back to his car, chuckling as he went. Once he was
inside, he rolled down the window, and with a huge grin across his face
asked, "By the way, how do you boys like breechcloths and leggings?"

Mitch snapped his head toward Darrin and the two locked panicked eyes while
the sheriff drove off roaring with laughter.

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Josh slowly walked to the porch of the low-slung white house. The grass
giving a typical late summer crunch of dormancy under each footstep as they
walked closer to the figures sitting quietly on the porch. As they entered
the shade, Josh was relieved to have entered the tiny oasis typical of
every country home on the Great Plains. He looked back to see Trent lagging
behind, looking like a truant school boy being taken to the principals
office. Josh understood the feeling, he hadn't been able to shake the fear
that they were in trouble since Sheriff White Cloud had told them his
grandmother wanted to talk with them.

Trent had been fine, until Josh had explained she was a Kiowa elder, and
kind of spooky perceptive about stuff. But even if they weren't both a
little afraid of her, which they were, they would have still came to see
her just because the sheriff had asked. Josh looked back and motioned Trent
forward.

"Come on," Josh said under his breath, "They're waiting."

Trent nodded in acknowledgement, but if anything slowed his pace. After a
few more steps, Josh circled back, grabbed his arm and pulled him to the
porch.

"Hello, youngsters. Come. Sit." Josh lifted his head to see the smiling
face of Nanna White Cloud. He admired and respected this woman, and she was
always so kind and supportive. It was impossible to not enjoy talking with
her. It was like visiting the repository of ancient knowledge about how a
people could live in this god-forsaken region of the country without drying
up and blowing away. In fact, the tribe seemed to be grounded in the
bedrock of the region and could face almost anything and survive. They had
been some of the first people to show up after the tornado hit the ranch
headquarters. The couple stepped onto the porch and was greeted by the dull
thud of a boot on hollow wood as the three people on the porch rearranged
the chairs and pulled two more over for the guys.

"Hello, Mrs. White Cloud. Looks like it's gonna be a hot one." Josh tipped
his cap onto the back of his head and smiled as he looked at the other
people.

"Hello, Joshua. I believe you're right. Going to be pretty hot. An Oklahoma
scorcher." Nanna smile at both men and then motioned to the other two
people with her. "This is Jim Horse Thief and Emma Carson. They're friends
of mine, us old folks like to sit and chew the fat ya know."

Josh and Trent nodded, their apprehension built with each tick of the
clock. "Please, boys. Have a seat. We just wanted to talk."

They moved slowly, looking like scared fawns that were ready to scramble
for cover at the first sign of a threat. They settled into the padded
chairs and then took the drinks Nanna offered.  Trent took a drink from his
glass and smiled at the refreshing chill of iced tea down his throat.
Settling his glass on his knee, he focused on the three older people.

"Well, how have you boys been doing?" Nanna took a sip of her tea.

Trent exchanged a glance with Josh. "Good, Ma'am. Keeping busy."

"Yes, young people need something to use up all that energy that's wasted
on them." Nanna wiped her forehead with a cloth she had been fanning
herself with. "I hear you boys been up to Alaska."

"Yes, Ma'am. We went up to see my father's people."

"Haida? Right?"

"Yes..." Trent's internal warning lights flashed impending disaster
signals, but he couldn't figure out how to avoid the plunge off the
cliff. "We had a nice visit."

"We hear you got married, traditional Haida ceremony." This time the other
two elders leaned forward for Trent's response.

"Yes, best as they could figure out. No one remembers ever having a
two-spirit wedding before."  Trent broke into a grin. "Josh got the girls
part."

Josh shot Trent a stern look and his face colored deep red. All three of
the elders chuckled and bobbed their heads. "Yes, the Kiowa have wedding
traditions too." A mischievous glint came to Nanna eyes. "We steal our
wives."

Trent and Josh exchanged glances while the three chuckled over some inside
joke. After a few minutes where the air filled with sophomoric laughter,
Trent cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. But I don't think we
understand what you mean."

"Please, youngster, call me Nanna. Everyone else does. And I think we've
had enough fun at your expense, so we should explain."

"Yes, ma'am...Nanna." Trent got a nod and a smile. "We are a little
confused."

"Well, you know two-spirits mark good things for the tribe. Until Darrin
and Mitch moved in, we hadn't had anyone in a long time." She glanced at
her other guests. "At least not brave enough to tell anyone. Certainly not
a couple." She beamed at Josh and Trent. "But now we have two
couples. Unbelievably good for the tribe. But one of them snuck off and got
married under another tribes traditions..."

Trent's lips formed an O as he took in the information. "So you want us to
do a traditional Kiowa wedding? You want me to-steal-Josh?" Trent couldn't
suppress the chortle that came out. He turned to Josh with his lips pressed
hard against each other.

"How do you feel about being stolen?"

Emma chimed in, "Or buy him with horses. That'd work too."

Laughter spewed from Trent. Josh's lips were twisted up like a baler had
gotten to them.

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Trent lifted the dress pants from the rack and let them fall back in
place. He turned to look at Josh and the corner of his mouth quirked.

"You really aren't thinking this is what we are going to wear for the
wedding. Somehow I don't see us wearing a three-piece suit to the wedding
where you get stolen."

Josh took a deep breath and let it out. "Yeah, I know. I just don't want to
look stupid. I think that'd embarrass Darrin, and he's been kinda pissy
ever since we got back from Alaska."

Trent chuckled. "Yeah, I finally asked Mitch what was up. He said not to
worry about it. Said they had some stuff in the works that would fix
everything." He shrugged and started flipping through the shirts. "And no,
he didn't tell me what. Just that they had some stuff going down that would
fix it."

Josh had the sensation of someone watching them. When he turned, he saw a
big guy going through jackets a few rows over, but nothing else. Turning
back to Trent he nodded. "Ok, then I'll try not to worry about it. I guess
we can go look for some new Wranglers and some dressier shirts."

"The western store is just down the street. Let's go see what they have."

Josh followed Trent to the door and into the warm early autumn
sunshine. They covered the distance when Josh felt prickles along his
spine. "Hey, is there a guy following us? Big redheaded guy with a John
Deere cap?"

Trent looked over his shoulder to the largely vacant sidewalk. "Nah, I
don't see anything. Just a couple a blue-hairs shopping."

Josh tried to relax, but kept feeling like they were being followed. He
stopped to look in the window they passed, and had to agree with Trent, he
didn't see the guy again. He relaxed measurably. Josh followed Trent into
the western store and lost themselves in trying to decide on the perfect
clothing for them to wear to the wedding. They'd finished up and were
standing on the sidewalk when Trent got a grin on his face when he spotted
a coffee shop. He turned and grinned at Josh. "I want a chai tea."

Josh's face screwed into a scowl. "Ick! I don't see what you get out of
that." He let out a low chuckle. "But while you're there, I wouldn't mind a
latte."

"Yeah, make fun of my tea, country boy." Trent chuckled and bumped against
his husband. "No problem, weanie. I'll get your latte."

"Meet ya back at the truck." Josh smiled as Trent headed to the coffee
shop. Josh turned to take their purchases to the pickup. He arrived to find
a huge dually pickup parked so close he could just get the door
open. Dumbass! Parking so close.

"Hey."

Josh spun to find a huge guy standing at the other end of the pickup,
blocking him in and too close for Josh to close the door and escape the
other direction. All the pieces flowed together as he recognized the
hulking presence he'd been feeling all day. I thought we were safe. I
thought it wouldn't come to this. But this guy looks crazy.

Josh's pulse raced, steeling himself for a fight because he wasn't going
down without one. "Hey.  Can I help you with something?"

The brute stepped closer, starting to raise his arms. "You Josh Edwards?
That gay guy from high school."

Josh tried to figure how would be the best defense. He knew he couldn't get
into the pickup before Sasquatch caught him. Damn. He has to outweigh me by
a hundred pounds.

"I'm Josh, and I'm gay. So I guess yeah I'm who you're looking for..."

The bulking man suddenly rushed at Josh, grabbing him around the
chest. Josh started to struggle, realizing he'd let his arms get
pinned. Shit! Shit! Shit! He started to struggle, knowing he needed to be
screaming his head off for help. As he filled his lungs with air...

"Thanks!"

What? What the fuck! Did he just say thanks? Josh stopped, trying to make
sense. Suddenly the grappling hold seemed more like an enthusiastic
hug. "Thanks? For what? Do I know you?"

The large man released Josh and moved back an arm's length. "Probably
not. I was a sophomore when you were a senior. Just a skinny redheaded
kid."

"Well, what are you thinking me for then?"

"Your speech, at graduation."

"Yeah..."

"Well. This sounds corny, but it saved my life. I knew I was gay, and
couldn't take the guilt. I had everything planned to kill myself, and then
I heard you talk. I decided there was at least a little hope. I'm Matt by
the way."

Josh's mouth dropped open as he tried to recall that tirade he delivered to
most of the town. Josh was shocked to realize he couldn't even recall the
details of the speech. He looked at the freckled face with the mass of red
curls exploding from under a green cap, trying to imagine how he'd had this
kind of impact on someone he'd never known until now. Suddenly a question
came to Josh. "Why were you stalking me then? Why didn't you just talk to
me?"

Matt's face turned deep red at the question. "I was embarrassed. I am
afraid you'd think I was weird."

Josh started laughing as Matt's face got even redder. He shook his head and
noticed Trent walking slowly up to them. He motioned him closer. "Hey
Trent, come meet a friend of mine."

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Darrin urged Lady forward through the sand plum thicket. The trail so
narrow through the dark skinned bushes that his chaps were scraping through
their almost thorny branches. The fruit long gone, the low-slung trees
still were used for shelter by a lot of animals. He was hoping one of the
animals needing shelter was their missing cow.

Mitch stood in his stirrups and called across the thicket to Darrin. "Hey!
You find anything yet?"

"Nothing. You sure she's missing?"

Mitch shot Darrin a scowl. "Yes, I can count that high."

"Don't be bitchy, I was just asking."

Mitch started muttering. "You want bitchy? I can show you bitchy. Make you
think bitchy. Ass.  Hole."

Darrin chuckled but didn't reply. He knew how much it frustrated Mitch to
have an animal missing, and they'd been looking for two days now. Darrin
was afraid that they were going to find the remains instead of the
cow. Although between the brush and the cedars, you could hide an army in
here and we'd never know it. Darrin yanked back on Lady's reins, forcing
the mare back a step or two.

"Hey Mitch! I think I heard something."

"What's going on?"

"I heard something, and no it's not mice across the dead leaves."

Suddenly the world whipped into a maelstrom of events too fast to
differentiate. Lady let out a squeal and bolted as the foliage around them
exploded. Mitch fought with Storm, who reared when the mahogany demon
jumped between them. Darrin's feet slipped from the stirrups and time
slowed as he pitched backward from the startled horse. His impact on the
unforgiving ground knocked the air out of him and left him stunned.

Darrin watched through dazed eyes as the struggle played out between Mitch
and what ended up being one of their bulls. I told Mitch that son of a
bitch had crazy eyes. But with that thought the bull turned and let out a
deep snort as he looked at Darrin sitting on the ground between the huge
cedar trees. Darrin began to crawdad as he realized the bull was targeting
him and the metallic taste of fear as Deja vu flooded his body.

Just as the bull charged, a red and white streak shot across Darrin's field
of vision. The streak erupted into a snarling, barking tornado as Max threw
himself at the bull. Not questioning his luck, Darrin struggled to his feet
and looked around in time for a shadow to fall across him. He looked up and
found Trent with a hand extended.

"Come on! Lady is half-way back to the house."

Darrin grabbed Trent's hand and jumped as he heard a loud snort from the
frustrated bull with the quick annoyance Max was becoming. Darrin landed
with a thud on Whitey and grabbed onto Trent like a lifeline. His grip was
iron clad as Mitch and Storm thundered back into the tableau playing out
before Darrin's horrified eyes.

"Come on! Let's get out of here!"

Trent touched his heels to his horse's flanks and they were off with a
lurch. Darrin calmed his adrenaline filled system with each length they
were away from the crazed bull. He looked back to see Storm nudging a cow
and calf into the opening to have the trio take off at a run.

With a piercing whistle, Trent called Max back to them. A grin covered his
face as he glanced back to Darrin. "That was close! You're lucky Max and I
were coming out to help you look for the cow."

Darrin flashed back to the near miss that got him and Mitch together and
started to shake. Sweat beaded on his lip when Storm came to a bounding
stop beside them. He looked at Mitch with a faint smile. "We have to stop
meeting this way."

A smile erupted on Mitch's face. "Yeah, I think twice in a lifetime is
plenty to have your butt saved from some bull or another."

Trent raised an eyebrow and looked from one man to the other. Focusing on
Darrin he asked.  "So getting rescued by the handsome cowboy is some habit
of yours?"

Mitch leaned over and patted Darrin on the back. "It's kind of how we
met. But that bull was trying to hurt someone. This one was protecting his
cow. They're gone."

Darrin twisted and looked back at the now quietly grazing animals. He shook
his head and turned back to Mitch. "He's gone. I don't want to worry about
getting to close to whatever cow he's decided to protect."

A thoughtful look crossed Mitch's face. "I have an idea."

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Josh spun toward Trent, his face a twisted mass of conflicting
emotions. "You sure this is going to work? I don't think this is such a
good idea."

"No, for the one-hundredth time. She may tell us no way. Probably
will. It's not like this is a reasonable thing we're asking."

"I know, I know. It's not reasonable, it's actually pretty crazy. But it is
Darrin's sister, so she might understand."

Trent glanced over at his husband. "What did Darrin say?"

"He didn't say much, other than he couldn't guess what she'd say." A grin
appeared on Josh's face. "He did say there's no one worse than a convert."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Josh shrugged. "I dunno."

They drove for a few miles in silence, each wrapped in their own concerns
and worries. They both knew their chance of success was microscopic. Even
if Darrin's sister agreed to their wild scheme, the costs were going to be
astronomical. The white frame house in the cluster of trees they were
barreling toward was getting larger.

"That's it, I think."

"Yeah, just exactly how Darrin described it." Josh took a deep breath and
exhaled noisily. "Well, here goes nothing."

A thought suddenly occurred to Trent. "Why at her mother's house? Why
didn't we meet her at her own house?"

Josh's eyebrows arched across his forehead. "Oh shit! I never thought of
that."

Trent let out a chuckle as they turned into the gravel driveway. "Well I
don't know either, but remember what Darrin said about his family."

"I know, I know. No cussing, and don't be surprised by some of the things
they say."

They rolled to a stop in front of the house and sat in the pickup for a few
moments. They looked at each other and with similar expressions of 'what
the hell were we thinking?' etched across their faces. But they couldn't
just not show up now. They were expected, and Darrin had kind of stuck his
neck out to make things easier too. But they were asking-a lot.

Trent smacked him on the shoulder. "Come on, this isn't going to go away
just because we suddenly became chicken shits. We got to at least ask, and
hope something bad doesn't happen."

Josh nodded in agreement and their doors opened with synchronized
precision. The walk to the front door was interminable, and once they
arrived they stood for several minutes before Josh reached up and
knocked. The door flew open and Darrin's mother appeared in the open
doorway.

"Come in! Come in! I wondered when you boys were gonna show up. I've got
iced tea already fixed and in the icebox. Ya'll sit in the living room and
I'll bring us all a glass of tea."

Josh followed Trent into the room she had motioned them toward, and found
Darrin's sister smiling at them. She met them half way across the room and
hugged each of them in turn. "I'm glad you guys could come. It sounded real
important."

They looked at each other and then Josh shrugged. "It is important. But if
you don't mind we'll wait a few minutes until your mom comes back."

Dana nodded and settled back into her chair and watched the two. The
asthmatic window unit kicked off and on several times while they waited,
punctuating the Texas heat. Trent had started examining the room when Diana
arrived with the drinks. "Here we go. Sorry it took a little while
longer. But I know how you people like your fancy tea so I have chamomile,
mint and green for you to pick from."

Josh and Trent exchanged a glance, understanding why Darrin had warned them
about his mother. Josh glanced at Dana to see her reaction, and got a
flicker of a smile and a shrug. They grasped their glasses of tea and
settled back into the overstuffed chairs. After a few sips from each of
them, Josh leaned forward, and almost set his glass on the table until he
saw Dana's eyes get large. Trent smiled, and handed him a coaster. He sat
the glass carefully on the tiny cloth square and turned to look at the two
women.

"Well, I'm sure you're wondering why we're here. I just want to say that
while our request is unusual, it isn't without a lot of thought. We hate to
put this kind of pressure on you, but we thought you'd be the perfect
person." Josh looked from face to face and even Trent looked
expectantly. "Yeah, well. I guess that makes it clear as mud. I guess just
need to put it out there."

Trent patted Josh on the back and turned to Dana. "We wanted to ask you for
eggs."

Dana looked at them both. The thin lines of her eyebrows almost
touched. Then they shot across her face when the full impact of the request
settled on her. "You want my eggs?"

"Yes, ma'am. We thought it would be like part of the same family. Cause
Darrin is basically like a father to both of us."

"My eggs... For a baby."

"Babies. One from each of us," added Trent.

"Two babies. Oh."

"Yes, ma'am. Two babies. Like paternal twins, kinda."

Dana sat down her glass, her hand trembling slightly as her condensation
coated tumbler landed on the coaster. "I think I need some air. I'll be
right back."

They watched as Dana made her way out the door and into the simmering Texas
heat. Darrin's mother turned with a smile and met their gazes. "She just
needs a few minutes. How are things going back at the ranch? I heard Darrin
say something about raising rodeo bulls?"

They talked for quite some time, Josh would occasionally catch a glimpse of
Dana as she walked past a window. But Darrin's mother never seemed to
notice. The later afternoon sun came through the window and they moved to
the cooler dining room.

Diana grabbed their glasses and headed for the kitchen. "Heavens, these got
warm. Let me refill these for you." She glanced back at the pair. "Green
tea for both of you?"

Trent and Josh plastered on a smile and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. That'd be
great." She disappeared into the kitchen and Trent turned to Josh. "I can't
handle much more of that tea. It tastes like piss."

Josh glanced back to make sure she hadn't heard Trent. "Shh, keep it
down. We don't need any trouble. Dana is still outside walking, I think
she's been doing it so long she has a path worn."

"Not quite. But close."

The boys spun to see Dana standing in the doorway, her face solemn. Josh's
heart sank at the expression on her face. He could tell the news was not
going to be what they'd hoped.

Dana moved to the couch opposite the pair, and settled in with a sigh. She
looked at them with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Let's wait
until Mom comes back. It'll save me from saying it all twice."

Josh nodded and slid back in his chair, he noticed Trent was perched on the
edge of his seat, his nerves far too taut to let him wait calmly. All three
of them jumped when the door to the kitchen banged open and Diana traipsed
into the room carrying a tray of drinks. She carefully lowered them to the
table and then picked up one and handed it to Dana.

"I heard you talking so I fixed you a Dr. Pepper. I thought you might be
thirsty after all your walking and thinking."

Dana lifted the glass to her lips and drained half before lowering it
again. Josh took a drink of his tea without thinking and immediately
regretted it. As he struggled to swallow, he at least had the consolation
that Trent had made the same mistake. But he got it down quickly when Dana
cleared her throat.

"First, I want you to know this was not an easy decision. I thought and I
prayed. I tried to decide what God would want me to do."

Josh groaned inwardly, afraid of the direction of the conversation.

"But after all that, I decided that this is what I need to do to balance
out my inaction years ago when that poor child died."

Trent and Josh looked at each other then looked back at Dana. "So the
answer's yes? You'll give us eggs?" asked Trent.

This time the smile was genuine. "Yes, that means I'll give you some
eggs. I think I have a few to spare." After a pause, she turned to her
mother. "So Mom, what do you think?"

Diana slowly put her glass on the table. Josh knew she was upset because
she didn't use a coaster. She steepled her fingers together and looked at
each of them individually. Finally her gazed rested on her daughter, and
she smiled. "Yes, heavens yes. I think it's a fantastic idea. And these
boys will be great dads." She grabbed her glass again and started downing
it like a shot of scotch.

Dana took another sip of her pop and grinned at the boys. "What about the
mom?"

They glanced at each other, both wearing a confused look on their
faces. "What do you mean?"  Josh finally asked.

"The mom. Who's going to carry them?"

"Oh. The surrogate. We don't know yet. They're really expensive so we might
have to wait a little while. But we can freeze the eggs, so you don't have
to worry about that."

"Well, what if I carried them?"

Trent spewed his tea back into the glass. Josh managed to remain somewhat
calmer. "You? You sure about that?"

The sound of glass shattering filled the room and everyone turned to find
Diana with a look of utter shock on her face and a puddle of tea and glass
beside her chair. Josh dashed to the kitchen and grabbed a roll of paper
towels while Dana moved to comfort her mother.

"It'll be fine, Mom. I think I kind of owe Darrin something so carrying his
grandkids would be good, I think. It's not like I need to worry about not
working or anything."

"People are going to talk though, sweetie. What will we do about the
rumors?"

Dana snorted. "They'll always gossip about something. We might as well give
them something really juicy."

"Well this should keep their tongues flapping for...well, for years."

Dana nodded and then turned back to Trent and Josh as they cleaned up the
last of the glass and tea from the wooden floor. "Looks like you have the
eggs, and the incubator. When do we start?"

Josh's grin split his face from ear to ear. "Give us a while to figure it
out. We still have a wedding to plan, and I have a feeling it will be a
doozy."

Dana squeezed her mother's shoulder and nodded. "I heard about the double
wedding. It should be great. We wouldn't miss it for the world."

Josh turned to Trent and smiled, having already tried on the breechcloths
once.

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Darrin looked at himself in the mirror. How did I let myself be talked into
this? "If I wore this into a leather club in Dallas I'd be hit on by
half-a-dozen dudes before I made it to the bar."

Mitch let out a chuckle and wolf whistled at the sight of Darrin in
leggings and breechcloth, which managed to show off strategic parts of his
butt. "Well, I think you'd be in more demand than the guys who were just
wearing assless chaps. I mean, look at you. There must be a hundred hours
of beadwork on just the breechcloth, not to mention the work on the
leggings.

Darrin looked down at the outfit, feeling both proud, and incredibly
self-conscious at the same time. The designs on the regalia required an
incredible artistic eye, the colors and patterns were so intricate and
dazzling that he didn't know what to think. The thing that amazed him even
more, their outfits were theirs to keep. And no one would let them pay for
the work. But from the amount of twittering and head nodding among the
ladies who had made them, Darrin began to feel like a dress up doll for
them.

Mitch let out a disgusted snort and turned to Darrin. "I have to trim
up. Otherwise I'm going to look like a pint sized wookie in this thing."

Darrin turned from the mirror with a grin plastered on his face. "Last time
you did that, you bitched for a month about how much it itched."

Mitch considered for a minute and then nodded. "Yeah, it did. I don't want
to do that again.  What if I wear a shirt under the vest, and trim where I
have to?"

"I don't know. It isn't like a white cotton shirt is traditional outfit."

"I know, I know. I guess I'll just have to clip it and deal with the
consequences."

"Get the clippers and I'll help you. We'll just shear it close, it has to
be better if we do it that way."

Mitch retrieved the clippers they used on his hair every few weeks and
handed them to Darrin.  "Go ahead. Just try and leave what you can."

"Well, you're going to have to strip. I don't think you want little
diamonds and stuff cut into your hair."

"I don't know. It might be kinda fun."

Darrin shot Mitch a scolding look. "Strip."

Mitch chuckled as he unfastened the elaborate costume and carefully laid it
on the bed. Darrin walked over and flipped on the clippers. He looked at
Mitch for a moment then turned it back off. "Hang on."

Darrin trotted to the bathroom and emerged with two large towels. He laid
them side-by-side and then flipped the clippers on again. "Stand on them. I
don't want to be explaining why Mac is shedding so much."

Mitch grinned and stepped onto the towels. Darrin quickly cleaned up the
places where the leggings and breechcloth didn't cover. Then he stood in
front of Mitch and looked at his hairy chest. "We have to clip it. I don't
see any other way."

"Do it. It'll grow back. I don't wanna piss off Nanna."

"Ok." Darrin plunged the clippers over Mitch's pecs and soon a blizzard of
dark hair fluttered to the towel. Darrin carefully clipped around each
nipple, holding them out of the way as he did. He heard Mitch's breathing
deepen and looked down to find him hard and leaking. With a smirk on his
face, he ignored Mitch's shaft, until he'd sheared off the last of Mitch's
treasure trail.

By then a silver strand trailed from Mitch's cock. Darrin pressed the
vibrating clippers against it, and smiled at Mitch's groan.

"Like that?"

"Oh yeah, babe. That feels nice."

Darrin ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Mitch's dick and
then flicked it in his slit.

"And how about that?"

"Oh, God. Come on, suck it."

Darrin stood up and turned off the clippers. "Nope, not 'til after the
wedding. You'll just have to wait."

Mitch looked at him with disbelief etched across his face. "Motherfucker!"
He stomped toward the bathroom, his hard cock bouncing in front of him.

"No jacking off either!"

"Asshole!"

<><><><>

Josh started chuckling as he watched Trent try and put on his outfit,
around a rampant erection.  Trent continued to fight with his cock, just
making it even harder. In a fit of frustration, he turned on Josh.

"What the fuck's so funny?"

"My man trying to force his big dong in the little breechcloth, that's
what's so funny."

Trent pulled his cock from the edge of the breechcloth and shook it at
Josh. "You should come help me then."

"Nah, I don't think it would be good on our wedding day," Josh chuckled.

"Oh yeah, it'd be good. Damn good. Cause my dick isn't going in here unless
it gets some relief."

Josh walked closer and wrapped his fingers around Trent's hard cock and
started stroking him slowly. "What if I just get you all hard and hot and
leave you like that? How would that be?"

Trent growled at Josh. "Is that the way you want this day to go?"

Josh chuckled. "Ah, maybe not. What if we try this?" Josh knelt, then
leaned in and sucked the head of Trent's cock into his mouth. He swirled
his tongue around the rim of his cockhead, tasting the faint tinge of
precum.

Trent wrapped his fingers around Josh's head and pinning him tight as he
slowly pushed his cock in and out. Josh closed his eyes and focused on the
wonderful sensation of Trent inside him. The thick juice that Trent exuded
was always delicious, and today it seemed particularly sweet to Josh. He
lifted his hands and grabbed Trent's ass, the feel of beadwork under his
fingers reminding him of the special nature of this day.

Josh slipped a hand under Trent's breechcloth and trailed a finger up and
down his crack. He sank it deeper with each thrust of Trent's pelvis into
his mouth. A few moments later he had found his goal and twitched his
finger across Trent's pucker. Trent's fingers tightened around Josh's skull
and the pounding came hard and fast.

Josh fought to relax, knowing it wouldn't be long. But the blast of cream
Josh expected didn't happen quickly enough and Josh had to breathe.

"Fuck. Give me a sec," Josh panted.

Trent grabbed his hard cock and jerked it furiously. A few heartbeats later
his beat off rhythm became erratic in a signal that Josh knew oh so
well. He leaned forward, his mouth open to signal his willingness. Trent
grunted as he released the first volley which left a broad white stripe
across the bridge of Josh's nose. The second caught the edge of his mouth
and his tongue darted out to lick it clear.

Josh pressed his mouth against the tip of Trent's dick and was fed stream
after stream of hot seed. The volume was enough that a thin stream trickled
from the corner of his mouth. Josh stroked Trent's leg as the trembling
lessened until he stood steady and his breathing was only slightly faster
then normal.

Trent leaned down and ran his tongue over Josh's face, licked through a
strand of cum and then kissed Josh and shared. Time held still as the
blatantly masculine exchange became one of love.  The pair was oblivious to
the changing numbers on Josh's watch, until a pounding sounded at their
door.

"Hey!" yelled Mitch, "You two gonna join us?"

Josh glanced at the clock. "Shit. Sorry, Mitch, we'll be there in a sec."

Josh could hear Mitch stomp away. He turned to Trent with a grin. "Hey you
need to tuck it in, we're on stage in about 5 minutes."

<><><><>

Trent tried to focus on the ceremony, but after everything that he and Josh
had already been through, they'd already seen worse. He checked himself
quickly though, better not to call trouble. Besides, he couldn't wait until
the stealing part. He and Josh had practiced it some, he didn't want to
drop Josh when he grabbed him at a gallop.

His attention snapped back when he heard his name. "Trent, do you have the
ring?" He realized they were to the ring exchange. He and Josh had the
rings they'd given each other months before, but for this ceremony they
were going to do it again. He easily slipped the highly polished ring he'd
gotten Josh over his finger, started to lean in for a kiss, but remembered
where they were at the last moment. He rocked back on his heels, working to
maintain himself as he watched Josh fumble through the one pocket they'd
put inside the vest so they could at least carry a few small things.

Josh's hand shook like an aspen leaf in a summer thunderstorm. Trent
worried Josh might drop the ring his hand shook so hard. He glanced up at
Josh's face, only to find silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Josh smiled
feebly then Trent could see him grit his teeth in a herculean effort to put
the small round shape on Trent's finger. Trent let him try, almost laughing
out loud at the importance they were putting on this symbol, when they'd
already lived through most of what kills marriages.

But then Trent looked at the ring he'd been wearing for months and
remembered. He flashed back to that day. How bad he wanted to lose it on
Josh for trying to use his dog to move goats.  But then they'd spotted the
ring tightly wedged around the young goats horn. He shook his head at the
shear improbability of finding that ring after losing it in the same
tornado that had almost killed Josh.

Suddenly the importance of the moment hit him with more force than the
North Canadian during spring flood. His eyes began to twitch and burn, he
fought it tooth and nail. But then it happened, a tear rolled down Trent's
cheek.

Josh let out a mini snort, and got a chuckle from Trent. But then Trent
felt a firm hand on his as Josh slipped the out-of-round ring over his
finger. The ring moved slightly and with an almost imperceptible motion, it
settled into it's usual home. Trent caught Josh's hands and held them.  He
whispered to Josh. "Only for you..."

<><><><>

Darrin watched the touching scene with the younger men. He was glad to see
the effect on Trent.  Josh had been confiding in him all week about his
case of nerves, but Trent had been so nonchalant about it. It did Darrin
good to see a few tears in the boy's eyes, all for good reasons.  It meant
his past was slowly being replace by his present life with Josh. He'd also
gotten some odd questions from Dana about the boys, he needed to get them
cornered and find out what they were cooking up.

Nanna cleared her throat and nodded at Darrin. "The ring please."

Darrin nodded and slipped Mitch's ring over his finger. His finger didn't
show a line of untanned skin. At first Mitch not wearing his ring had
bothered Darrin, but he'd understood when Mitch had explained that when you
are working around equipment, and they had plenty, a ring was a great way
to lose a finger. After that discussion, he had been fine to see the ring
resting on Mitch's dresser each day.

Mitch was equally confident in his motions and his ring did settle into its
usually spot without any problems. The remainder of the ceremony seemed to
finish in the blink of an eye. Their kisses were exchanged... and then it
got interesting.

There was really no way to steal him and Josh. It wasn't like they could
sneak up to the teepee at night, scratch against the tanned buffalo hide
and roll from under it. So between Trent, Mitch and Nanna, they'd concocted
this wild pickup for both he and Josh. They had practiced it a few time,
but with the only saddle being a blanket, they ended up eating dust as
often as not. Darrin sincerely hoped it worked for both of them this time.

They all moved to a large, flat field where the event unfolded. He'd been
wearing the outfit for so long that he'd gotten used to it, but from some
of the smiles from his friends who were attending, he'd be hearing comments
about this day for a long time to come.

Nanna stopped at the edge of the field and gently patted them both. Darrin
watched as she settled into a lawn chair to watch the spectacle with
everyone else. He turned to Josh, surprised to see the flush of excitement
on his cheeks. "You ready for this?"

Josh nodded and ran his hands over his clothes. "Yup, I'm pretty pumped. I
think it'll be fun."

Darrin smiled and moved to the opposite side of the field shaking his
head. Fun wasn't exactly the term Darrin would have used to describe this,
but it hadn't seemed as half-witted months ago when it had all been
proposed. Now it was his turn to be nervous, his palms kept sweating as he
thought more and more about what could go wrong, then he heard a yell that
would terrify their meanest bull, picked up by most of the guest until it
drown out everything else.

Suddenly Trent and Mitch burst from the ridge above them and raced toward
him and Josh, urging their horses on.

<><><><>

Trent spotted both men, standing in the ankle high buffalo grass, their
breechcloth's swaying in the slight breeze. Trent focused on Josh and urged
Whitey down the slope toward his husband.  30 feet. As he raced toward
Josh, everything slowed until it seemed like one of those documentaries
where you was watched the individual wings of the bumblebee move through
the air.

He caught the look on Josh's face, nothing but confidence. 20 feet. The
bits of dirt and grass flew from racing hooves, spraying an arc as the
horse slid into a turn. 5 feet. Josh was poised, arm outreached with a grin
on his face. Mitch leaned to the inside of the turn, his arm extended. At
the same instance hands grasp forearms and locked.

Using the momentum of the horse, he slung Josh through the air and he
landed with a pop. Josh tucked himself against Trent, clamped his legs
around the horse and his arms around Trent. Once he felt them fuse
together, they leaned forward and raced toward the creek like the hounds of
hell were on their heels.

The wild race lasted only long enough to get them out of sight, and he sat
up and Whitey slowed accordingly. At a gently lope, they could catch their
breath. "Hot damn!"

Trent turned his head and chuckled. "What was that for?"

"It worked. The crazy ass thing actually worked. Darrin got on too. So
everyone is good."

"You saw 'em?"

"Yup, just as we topped the ridge. They were headed to Anniversary Hill."

"How do you know?"

Josh laughed at his husband. "Because Darrin is awful at keeping
secrets. Although there wasn't really much for him to spill. We all knew
that's where they'd spend their honeymoon."

Trent motioned to the bend in the creek where they had spent so many
enjoyable times. "Kind of like us?"

Josh snorted and then cracked up at his own noises. "Yeah, exactly like
us."

<><><><>

Mitch jumped off the horse and turned to watch Darrin carefully swing his
leg over his neck and then jumped to the ground. He let out a low groan
that set Mitch into a fit of laughter.

Darrin scowled at him. "What's so freakin' funny?"

"You."

Darrin crossed his arms and raked Mitch with an even harsher glare, which
then evaporated into a grin. "I'm too old to be yanked onto a running
horse."

"Too fat too. About wrenched my arm outta its socket."

"Fat? You surely are not stupid enough to say my ass is fat on tonight of
all nights."

Mitch's smile deepened and the laughter rose in volume. "It's good to know
you haven't gotten any less easy to tease over the years." He wrapped his
arms around Darrin and pulled him tight to his body. "I love you, babe."

Darrin smiled and shook his head. Leaning closer he kissed Mitch. "Love
you, too."

Mitch returned the kiss and then looked at the camp that he'd
planned. Friends of theirs had helped with everything. With Emma in charge
of the details he had no concerns. But Mitch scanned the area for one
specific item, the cooler. Finally finding it, he strode over, lifted the
lid, and then closed it again with a satisfied nod. He turned to Darrin.

"There's short and T-shirts in the tent so you can change. Put the wedding
stuff in the plastic box so it'll stay clean."

"Why? Usually you don't care about stuff like that."

Mitch's eyebrows lifted. "I overheard someone speculating about how much
they'd cost to have made."

"And?"

"It was over five-thousand dollars."

Darrin's mouth fell open. "What?"

"That's what he said. Ten-grand. I want to put them all in display
frames. Trent has been threatened too."

Darrin's lips form a silent oh as he looked down at the intricately beaded
pieces of clothing.  Suddenly conscious that he was wearing expensive
artwork, he started to take it off where he stood.

Mitch began to chuckle. "Go ahead. If they're peeping in on us, they
deserve to see naked hairy asses."

Darrin paused for a moment, then shrugged and carefully undressed. He
folded the individual pieces and laid them carefully in the box Mitch had
brought. He considered staying naked, but then pulled on the shorts and
tees that Mitch had brought. Just in case someone decided to check on
them. Once he'd wiggled into the shirt, he found Mitch standing with a box
of matches.

"Go ahead and start the fire. I'll be out in just a few minutes."

Darrin found the wood ready, just waiting for a match. With the scratch of
it against the box, the match exploded into flame and he carefully laid it
on the puff of starter. Within a few seconds, a compact flame licked at the
smallest twig. Darrin carefully nursed the fire as he waited. He jumped and
let out a squeak when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Darrin spun, to find
Mitch doubled over laughing.

"Damn, that's one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time." Mitch
was still chuckling when he pulled up two of the campstools and sat down on
one. Darrin fed the fire slowly, building a nice flame. He worked on it
until he was giving it pieces as large as two fingers and then sat beside
Mitch.

"OK, I have a fire going. Now what? I'm hoping you have some food in
there. 'Cause I'm starved."

Mitch's eyes twinkled. "Go check."

Darrin shot him a questioning look, but then walked over and popped the
lid. He stood there for a few moments and looked like he was on the verge
of tears. He began moving his mouth, but no sounds emerged. Finally Mitch
walked over with a smile and started pulling out food that had special
meaning to them. The first one was something no one else would understand,
a package of thick sliced baloney.

Mitch pulled out the pans and other cooking stuff, and soon had baloney
frying in the skillet.  Darrin sat still, amazed his husband remember those
special baloney sandwiches they shared so many years ago in the Texas Hill
country.

"You. How. You rem-"

"There's elk steak too. Just about everything we've had at important points
in our lives together.

Darrin stood speechless as his wonderful husband cooked him a meal of
memories.

<><><><>

Josh pulled the food from their cooler and lay out a delicious meal. He
shook his head as he sprinkled a little salt and pepper over the ribeye
steaks Trent had packed. As he worked on the accompaniments for the meal,
he saw Trent shake his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about what Mitch packed for them."

"Why?"

"It was such weird shit. Like baloney and okra."

Josh shrugged. "Who knows? They eat strange crap sometimes."

Trent nodded in agreement.

They worked together and soon had dinner fixed. They sat quietly on a
blanket and enjoyed each other's company. The sun lowered itself enough
that their tiny valley was in shadow, while the hilltops surround them were
frosted crimson and umber. A light breeze blew across the water and drew
the flames into a dance. The pair had stripped out of their regalia too,
but had op'd to wear only the gym shorts Trent had packed.

Josh grinned at Trent. "Lets go swimming."

Without a backward glance, Trent dropped his shorts and began walking into
the creek. He sat on the sandy bottom and waved Josh to join him. "Come on,
get your ass in here. This is the best idea you've had all day."

Josh waded into the creek and sat down between Trent's legs. The cool water
slowly swirled around them as they enjoyed the palette of the setting
sun. Josh leaned in and kissed Trent on the chin. "How do you like being
married?"

He let out a barking laugh. "About the same as I did in Alaska. None of
them are legal. I mean, I appreciate all the work everyone put into
it. But..." Trent shrugged.

"Hopefully, soon."

"How about we just make out instead of thinking about that crap."

"Sounds like a fantsti-"

Trent cut him off with a hard kiss to the lips. His hands clasped around
Josh's neck as he dragged him closer. His kisses turn down Josh's chin,
planting soft kisses along its entire length. He ran his tongue along the
edge of Josh's ear. Josh sighed as the soft beginnings of pleasure travels
through his body. He reached out and caressed Trent's chest, finding his
nipples and flicking them gently with his thumbs. Josh's breathing became
ragged, when Trent stopped.

"Come on. Let's get on dry land." Trent held out his hand and Josh took it
in his. The pair moved to the blanket and lowered themselves to it. Josh
ran his hand over Trent's flat stomach, wrapped his hand around his cock
and squeezed it.

"Damn, you are so hard. You just came a couple of hours ago."

"What can I say, rapid recharge."

Josh chuckled and ran his tongue along the underside of Trent's cock. He
dropped his hand lower, wrapping it around Trent's balls and tugging on
them while he trapped the head of his cock in his mouth and traced the tip
of his tongue along the underside.

His focus shattered when Trent sucked his nuts into his mouth and began
running his tongue over them. The heat and pressure were too much. He could
feel his cum rising.

"Fuck! Ah, shit."

Josh tensed, the first stream spraying from his deep red cock. Josh cried
out with each ripple of his muscles. Trent licked along its length and Josh
shuddered.

"Damn! Sorry, it happened so quick."

Trent kissed him tenderly, and then flicked his hard nipple. "Nothing to be
sorry about."

Josh shook again at the sensations. Then he grabbed Trent and started
stroking his rock hard cock. "Fuck me. Now."

Trent cocked an eyebrow. "Don't you want to wait a few minutes?"

"No. Now."

Trent grinned and retrieved a small bottle of lube. Josh felt the breeze of
dusk quickly followed by the wet slickness of the lube Trent pushed
inside. He pulled his knees higher, opening himself as Trent slowly
fingered him. The normal deadening of desire gone, he felt each stroke of
Trent's finger in exquisite detail. Josh was shocked that with the last
drop of white cum dripping from his cock, it was beginning to plump again.

The friction sparked along Josh's nerves as Trent eased him open for what
he knew would be a wild and fast ride. He smiled at the sight of Trent's
cock, throwing off strands of precum. The sensations traveled through him
until he reached the point where his only sounds were light mewing noises
coming from between his lips.

Trent moved between his legs, put his hands on the back of Josh's knees and
pushed forward.  Josh sucked in air when Trent's hard cock pressed against
his hole and then pierced it without a pause. A lancet of pain shot through
Josh and he tensed, but Trent pushed his hard member deeper. Josh felt the
stretch as Trent's thickness descended inside him, and then the fire hit
Josh's system as Trent slid along his prostate.

Josh let out a guttural moan and dug his bare heels into Trent's
hips. Josh's mouth hung open as Trent ground deep inside him. Josh focused
on Trent as he began sliding out until just the ridge remained inside Josh
then suddenly plunged deep inside.

"Ah, shit!"

Trent grabbed his waist, ramming deep with each snap of his hips. Josh rode
the elation of Trent's lovemaking. He took his lips between his teeth, his
thrusts erratic. Josh dug his heels in harder in response, urging Trent
on. He reached up and started playing with his nipples, adding to the flood
of pleasure surging through his body. Josh arched his body upward, moving
with Trent, wanting more.

Trent slammed Josh hard, sliding him across the blanket, and exploded. Josh
sensed the warmth filling him, grabbed his hard cock and started jerking
it. He wrapped both hand around his now stiff cock and pounded it while
Trent emptied the last of his seed into Josh. As he came down from his
orgasm, he began caressing Josh.

"Come on, babe. Shoot for me."

Josh felt a familiar churning, his muscles contracting in delicious
symphony. His ass clamped around Trent's cock, loving the sensation of its
semi-stiff girth inside him. With a final surge, he shot.

Josh felt the final ecstasy followed almost immediately by a thick stream
of jizz curled across his chest. As he milked his second orgasm of the
night, his cock belched out globs of cum. With a final straining groan, the
finale dripped to his crotch. Josh dropped back, panting hard. Trent lifted
his hand, and gently ran his tongue over it, loading his tongue with
semen. He leaned down, kissing Josh and slipping a little of his cum
between their mouths. Josh moaned at the intimate action, and his body was
surrounded with the scents of their lovemaking. After several delicious
minutes, Trent broke the kiss and looked down at Josh.

"I think we're going to need another swim."

Josh chuckled contentedly, running his hands over his slick chest, enjoying
the sensation of cum leaking from him. "You think?"

<><><><>

Mitch lay back, looking at the stars above them in the perfect black night,
the cool breeze running over his chest, his arm around Darrin. "Perfect
night."

Darrin tilted his head and kissed Mitch's forearm. "It is. 'Course this
hill is the best place to look at it from too."

"Agreed."

"I'd never want to live in town. We couldn't do this."

Mitch glanced down at their naked bodies lying across the air mattresses
and blankets they'd brought to sleep on. The fire a few feet away giving
off a soft pop from time to time. In the distance the faint sounds of one
coyote calling. It was an idyllic setting. With an ornery grin he turned to
Darrin.

"Would you miss the naked nights on anniversary hill, or the scenery?"

Darrin kissed Mitch and then ran his hand down his chest. "Your naked body
is part of the scenery."

Mitch rolled toward Darrin until he lay across his chest. He lowered his
head and ran his tongue around Darrin's nipple. Mitch teased it for several
moments before lifting his head and blowing across it gently.

"Umm, feels good," Darrin said.

"Good. Then just relax." Mitch turned slightly and ran his tongue between
Darrin's pecs.  Reaching his throat, he kissed it gently, moving upward
until his last kiss landed on Darrin's chin. With a grin, he planted a kiss
on Darrin's nose.

"So what did you think. About today?"

Darrin looked into Mitch's dark sparkling eyes, marveling at the fight it
has been to hold them together. But amazed at the fact they were still
here, still together, after so many years.

"I think I'm glad you didn't drop me."

Mitch started laughing again and kissed Darrin on the forehead. "Well
relax, and let's see if I can't make you remember why you love me."

Darrin grabbed Mitch's face. "Never doubt that I love you...never."

Mitch grinned and slid his hand over Darrin's stomach. "I don't, babe. But
it's still good to hear." Mitch gave a childish grin and wiggled lower,
taking a swipe at Darrin's nipple as he did.  Soon his tongue circled
Darrin's navel, fingers lightly playing with his nipples. Darrin tensed as
Mitch moved lower, then forcefully expelled the breath he held when Mitch's
hot tongue slithered across the underside of his cock.

Mitch swiped his tongue over the swollen head a few times, enjoying
Darrin's response. His fingers drifted through his thick bush, wrapping his
fingers around it and tugging lightly. His hand shifted lower and he
watched for Darrin's response as he took his balls in his fingers and
tugged on them gently.

"Ah, shit. That feels nice."

Mitch let his fingers glide downward, searching. He scooted lower, his face
between Darrin's legs, and pushed them upward. Prying Darrin's butt cheeks
apart, he ran his finger over his twitching hole. Mitch blew lightly over
it, watching it convulse under the attention. He leaned forward and ran his
tongue over the pink opening.

Darrin groaned and grabbed his legs, pulling them higher and exposing
himself to Mitch. Mitch spread his ass and lapped over his hole
again. After several minutes of working over it, Mitch leaned back and
looked at his husband. Darrin's eyes were closed and a fine sheen of sweat
covered him, his breath came in shallow gasps.  Mitch gently pried Darrin's
hands from his knees and lowered them to the ground. He crawled back up
Darrin until they were face to face.

"How was that?"

"Fucking fantastic!"

"I think it's my turn, whatda you think?"

"Bring it, babe."

Mitch crawled higher until he could spread his butt over Darrin's face. The
sweet feel of Darrin's tongue over his hole created delicious electricity
for Mitch.

Darrin looked up at Mitch's fantastic hairy ass. The whirl of dark hair
over each ass cheek remained one of the sexiest things Darrin had ever
seen. As Mitch's ass descended, Darrin was assailed by the wonderful musky
scent he so easily identified as Mitch. Darrin lifted his face and buried
it between Mitch's cheeks and began feasting on prime man.

His tongue danced along its edge, coating hair and butt with thick trails
of spit. Mitch slid himself back and forth while Darrin darted his tongue
in again and again as he sampled the feast of Mitch. Grabbing his thighs,
Darrin pierced Mitch's hole with his tongue, pressing in his flesh
spear. With that, Darrin lost himself in the pleasures presented to
him. His actions filled the air around them with soft animal sounds as
Darrin pressed himself hard into Mitch's crack and licked and ate it.

Mitch showed his appreciation with his sighs and exclamations. His need
built with each pass of Darrin's tongue. The sparks of lust were turning
his body into a brush fire of desire. His cock was steel hard and dripping,
precum slung from it with each twitch of Mitch's body. He needed it, he
needed Darrin inside him.

"Damnit. I need fucked!"

Darrin grabbed his cock and waved it at Mitch. "Climb on board!"

Mitch grabbed at the bottle of lube he'd dropped nearby and smeared it over
his hungry ass. He dipped a couple of fingers inside himself and
moaned. Crouched over Darrin's cock he aimed it, then lowering himself down
its length. The entry was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain,
driving Mitch crazy with the building lust. He pressed down relentlessly
until Darrin's pubes were tickling his ass cheeks.

"Ah fuck..."

Darrin had his hands over Mitch's thighs, enjoying the texture slide under
his palms. Mitch rocked slowly, his mouth draped open. Darrin loved the hot
sensation as it curled around his cock. His focus sharpened even further
when Mitch began to fuck himself with mini-thrusts. The motion became
longer and longer until he was pulling almost out, Darrin's cock head on
the edge then dropping back onto it. The slack-jawed expression on Mitch's
face loud testament to how intense the feelings were.

"Having fun, babe?" said Darrin.

Mitch smashed himself against Darrin's crotch, sending amazing jolts of
pleasure through his body. "Damn straight I'm having fun. But this'll be
more fun." Mitch began bouncing up and down on Darrin's cock, riding it
like an obscene pogo stick. The waves of pleasure built for Darrin, each
bounce scrapping along Mitch's tight ass. He slammed himself down on Darrin
and began grinding his ass in a circle.

"Ah, fuck. That feels amazing."

Mitch let out a groan as his eyes fluttered. "You should feel it from
here."

Darrin felt his cock sweep through Mitch's gut. The steamy man he was
buried in was driving him to the edge. He fought it down, wanting this to
last, this delicious taste of masculine sex. But Mitch knew his buttons too
well. As he balanced on the precipice, Mitch grabbed his nipples and
twisted them.

"Holy shit!"

Darrin grabbed Mitch's thighs and began pounding into him. He rabbit fucked
upward as the wave raced through his system. As the ecstasy hit, his mind
clouded with delicious climax and his body pulsed as it shot into
Mitch. The ripples of hedonism rolled over him as he distantly felt his
body convulse again and again. As the last pulse flowed from inside him, he
distantly became aware of Mitch rubbing his nipples. The sensation built
until his entire body was too sensitive to touch.

"Oh, stop. Please. Ah, fuckin' hell."

Mitch grinned at his spent husband as he slowly stroked his dripping
cock. His body was still a live wire, the sex having inflamed each bit of
his system. He was handling his cock like loaded dynamite, which it
certainly was loaded.

"How you feeling?"

Darrin ran his hand up Mitch's thigh. "Wonderful. Really, really mellow."

Mitch let out a snort, unable to stop touching himself. "I always figured
you were one of those pot smoking college professors."

Darrin looked at him confused, then smiled. "No, dude. No pot in my
office."

"Darrin."

Darrin ran his hands over Mitch's body, enjoying the after sex
euphoria. "Yeah, babe."

"I'm so close."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Go for it, babe. Shoot."

Mitch's hand flew along his shaft as he stared. His face scrunched as he
added a second hand and ground his ass against Darrin. A few seconds later
his head dropped to the side and a stream of cum shot out. In rapid-fire
succession more ribbons of cum bisected his chest. With a final groan from
his lips, Mitch stripped the last cum from his dick then collapsed.

He lay panting for a few minutes while Darrin gently caressed his
body. Then Mitch looked up with a smirk. "You're all icky. I think you got
cum on you."

"And whose fault is that?" Darrin chuckled at Mitch's expression.

"Not me! Nope. Couldn't be me."

"I don't suppose you thought to pack something to wash up with."

Mitch cast a glance around the tent and then looked back at Darrin with a
smirk on his face.  "How do you feel about ice water?"

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Darrin knocked Mitch's feet off the coffee table then handed him a beer. He
joined him on the couch and took a drink from the bottle in his hand. "So,
you've done what?"

Josh looked at Trent for moral support and then turned back to Darrin. He
forced a smile on his face and continued.  "Yup, your sister volunteered to
be the egg donor, and hatch 'em"

"Hatch them?"

Josh flushed red. "Well, you know. She's going to be our surrogate mom."

"Ah huh, and just what made you think this was a good idea?"

Josh stammered for a minute then turned back to Trent. An unspoken assent
passed between them and Trent took over the narrative. "Well, because she's
your sister."

Darrin glanced at Mitch, who shrugged. "Yeah, go on."

Trent looked back at Josh as the silence stretched between the two
couples. Finally Mitch thundered. "Oh, for God's sake. Just spit it out!"

"Well it's kinda like you're our parents..." Trent began.

"Which in some ways make you and Josh's relationship kinda twisted," said
Mitch with a smirk.

Trent lifted an eyebrow at Mitch. "Yeah, well this should twist your
jockstrap then. Josh and I think of you as our dads, so we wanted eggs from
Dana so the kids would be your grandkids."

"What the fuck!"

"Shit!"

"You can't be-"

"What the hell do you mean--grandpa.'

Trent and Josh both started laughing. Finally they caught their breath as
the older couple shot them incredulous looks. "Don't sweat it. It'll
probably take a couple of years before there are any babies around here."

Darrin looked at Mitch with a look of disbelief on his
face. "Grandchildren?"

Mitch chuckled. "Looks like our boys are having twins, Pops."



~~The End~~

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