Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 14:37:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon Keys <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lariates and Lacrosse Sticks ch 8

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Chapter 8


      Tanner was fascinated as his eyes are locked to the scene unfolding
below him. He was amazed at how green everything was, even in late
December. The blue water and the green landscape is something new for
Tanner. At this point back home, it's brown. Every shade of brown, but
still brown. Even when it is green, it's never this emerald green. It's a
more subdued, reserved green of plants that have developed over the
millennium to tolerate the scalding sun and the drying winds.

      "Hey, you awake?"

       Tanner smiled at Randy. "Yeah, I'm good. Just amazed at how green it
is. This is nothing like home."

      Randy leaned up to look out the window. "It is a great sight. Driving
in isn't a much of a shock, you've got a thousand miles to get use to
it. But dropping in through the clouds, I can see how it would be more of a
surprise."

      "What's that?"

      Randy leaned over to look again, but he was pretty sure he knew what
had caught Tanner's attention. "Sailboats. Chesapeake Bay is one of the
best places to sail in the world."

      "Isn't it cold on the water in winter?" asked Tanner.

      "Nah," Randy laughed, "They're nuts. They call it 'Frostbite
Racing'."

      "That's so cool."

      "Annapolis is only about an hour's drive from home. We could go
sightseeing if you'd like. Catch the Naval Academy and see the harbor."

      "Yeah, I'd like that! I don't see a lot of seaports in Oklahoma."
Tanner turned and winked at Randy. "We do have the Port of Catoosa. Don't
forget."

      "Yeah, yeah. You keep telling me about the seaport in
Oklahoma. Someday we're going to Tulsa so you can show me this thing."

      Tanner started laughing. "I've never seen it either. We'll have to go
sometime."

      Tanner settled in, trying not to worry about meeting Randy's dad for
the first time.


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      Randy was right on Tanner's heels as they walked through the
airport. As soon as they cleared the security checkpoint he was scanning
the crowd for a familiar faces. It hadn't taken very long before he spotted
them. He grabbed Tanner's arm and pulled him through the crowd.

      Releasing Tanner on the edge, Randy grabbed his dad and pulled him
into a tight hug.  The embrace lasted for several minutes while Tanner and
Lesa looked at each other awkwardly.  When the two finally separated,
Randy's dad was pounding on his back. With a hand on his shoulder, Randy
turned to Tanner.

      "This is my Dad, Trey, and his girlfriend, Lesa."

      Tanner shook hands with everyone. Randy smiled as his dad pulled
Tanner into an equally enthusiastic embrace. He released Tanner and beamed
at him. "It's great to finally get to meet the famous Tanner that Randy
talks about all the time."

      Tanner's face flushed red and he dipped his head. "It's nice to meet
you too, sir."

      "Oh, none of this 'sir' crap. Just call me Trey."

      Tanner's face had returned to normal when he looked up with a shy
grin. "Okay. Trey. It's good to meet you too. Randy talks about you all the
time." Tanner turned to the woman standing to one side with an amused
expression. "It's nice to meet you too, ma'am."

      Her face came alive when she smiled. "Please, just Lesa."

      Trey moved between Randy and Tanner and put an arm around each of
their shoulders.  "Let's go. We've got Randy's favorite shrimp dish ready
to make for tonight and I'm sure you're exhausted after a day of airports
and flying."

      "Sounds good!" said Randy. The boys grabbed their bags and were soon
making their way through the Baltimore airport.

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      Tanner had enjoyed meeting Randy's dad when they'd landed. After all
the stress of coming out to his parents, the meeting with Trey and Lesa was
pretty anticlimactic. They've spent the first day just catching up with
everything. Since they were only going to be there a few days, Randy had
some things he wanted Tanner to experience, one of them being riding
dressage. Tanner wasn't too sure about this. Tanner watched carefully as
Randy's friend, Kenny, put on the saddle and adjusted the stirrups. The
horse was built considerably different than the Quarter Horses he'd grown
up with, much longer and taller, lacking the muscle of a Quarter Horse. He
turned to Randy with a smirk. "You know they call those postage stamps,
right?"

      Randy laid his hand on Tanner's shoulder and squeezed it
lightly. "There's nothing wrong with an English saddle. Just try it."

      "Nothing wrong with 'em until you try to dally a rope on it."

      Randy chuckled and motioned Tanner forward. "Good point. Give it a
try though."

      Tanner twisted his lips as he studied the tiny English saddle. After
a few minutes he shoved his foot into the stirrup, grabbed the edge of the
saddle and awkwardly swung into the seat. He landed harder than normal,
having misjudged its thickness. After a second he looked down to see Randy
grinning up at him with a slight smirk.

      "Here's your helmet."

      "Helmet? I've never worn a helmet."

      Randy and Kenny looked at each other and then Randy looked back at
Tanner. "It's a rule of the stable. You have to wear one."

      "Stupid yankee rule," muttered Tanner. He took the gear from Randy
and crammed it on his head, snapping the buckle in place as the other two
mounted their horses with much more practiced grace. Tanner waited until
the others had started around the arena before easing his horse into a
walk.

      After a few minutes the horse's gait was an obvious change from his
beloved Quarter Horses. It wasn't that he's could see this delicate animal
working their herds, but the flow and ease of movement was something Tanner
had never experienced before. As he relaxed he began to enjoy the time he'd
first dreaded.

      After most of an hour had slipped past. He eased to the side to watch
the other two. He had to admit, they were certainly grace and poise on
horseback. Their upright carriage and lines of the horses, it really was
quite beautiful.

      The exercise round for the others ended too and Tanner joined them to
walk the animals around the area to let them cool down. They dismounted and
walked the animals to their stalls where they stripped them of their tack
and started brushing them down. Kenny carefully closed the gate on his
mount and waved at the other two.

      "You guys are welcome to help me work out the horses any time. It was
great to meet you, Tanner."

      "Same here. Thanks for letting me ride."

      "No problem. None at all."

      Randy turned back to Tanner as he brushed out the final spots. "So,
what did you think?"

      "It was cool. They sure have a different gait from the horses back
home. But I could see how they're a different ride."

      "And the saddle?" asked Randy with a snicker.

      "It's still a stupid postage stamp."

       Randy laughed and led his horse inside. "Yeah, whatever. Hurry up, I
thought we'd get some crabs at Dockside for dinner."

      "You're trying to convert me to seafood aren't you."

      Randy just smiled and filled his horse's hay net.

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      Tanner's boots clicked against the sidewalk as he worked to keep up
with Randy. "Where are we going? And why are you in such a hurry?"

      "I told you already. We're going to see the Navel Academy. You have
to see it while you're here."

      "Hasn't it been there for a couple hundred years? Why the big hurry?"

      Randy looked back at Tanner and chuckled. "I guess I was about to
sprint. And you're right. It's not going anywhere."

      Tanner caught up and popped his fingers against the back of Randy's
head. "Damn lacrosse players. You always gotta run to get anywhere. You'd
think you were Forrest Gump or something."

      Randy grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "Come on, I want you
to see the chapel.  It's really cool."

      "That's fine. Just slow it down a little. I'm not in that big of a
hurry."

      "I'll slow down for you poor cowboy so you can keep up. We're almost
there." Randy motioned to a green dome Tanner could see through the
trees. A short walk later and Tanner found himself inside the chapel.

      "Holy crap. This wasn't what I was expecting. You said chapel and I
was expecting..."  Tanner made a little box with his hands. "But this is."
He threw his arms open wide."

      Randy chuckled at Tanner's reaction as they walked through the
chapel. The winter sunlight shone weakly through the stained glass windows
sending bits of color to pave their way as they walked through. Their
progress slowed to a crawl as Tanner studied the details of the
architecture. As he looked upward, his breath caught at the magnificent
colors coming from the dome.

      "Wow, this place is amazing."

      "Yeah, it is," Randy agreed.

      As they moved through, Randy leaned close and gave Tanner a quick
kiss on the cheek.  "So what do you think?"

      Tanner glanced around and then returned Randy's kiss. "It was worth
the trip. You were right about having to see it to believe it."

      They wandered through the building enjoying the history the location
was seeped in.  Suddenly Tanner froze in place. "What the heck is that?"

      Randy looked over at what had drawn Tanner's eye. "Oh, that's the
tomb of John Paul Jones."

      "Who?"

      "John Paul Jones. Revolutionary war guy? Said 'I haven't started to
fight' or something like that."

      "Oh, okay. Well that's a pretty fancy tomb."

      Randy studied it again, having seen it many times, but now trying to
see it through fresh eyes. He began to chuckle softly. "Yeah, it is
different. Come on, let's walk around the grounds for awhile." Tanner
paused before another of the elaborate stained-glass windows. Randy grinned
at his man, leaned over and gave him a kiss.

      "Disgusting. Those people shouldn't be allowed in public." A high
female voice chattered across the space.

      Randy spun to see who had said that, but all he caught was the swirl
of coats disappearing around a column. He looked at Tanner to see his jaw
set. "Come on. Let's go."

      They left the building and had stopped to talk about what had just
happened when they heard. "Tanner?"

      They turned and Tanner smiled. "Jorge! Hey what're you doing here?"

      "Going to school, you dumbass. I'm at the Naval Academy."

      "Really? That's cool. I had no idea."

      "Yup. Oh, hey, this is my boyfriend Chad. Chad this is Tanner Carson
from home and..."  He stopped to look at Randy.

      "Randy Preston, Tanner's fianc?e."

      Jorge's face broke into a smile. "I wondered in high school if you
weren't on our team."  He nudged Tanner and his smile grew in size.

      "Well I'm glad you knew, because I had no clue."

      Jorge laughed and grabbed Tanner by the shoulder. "We were about to
grab some lunch.  There's a decent seafood place just around the corner."

      "And just what would someone from Oklahoma know about seafood?"
Tanner chuckled.

      "Hey, I've eaten my way through most of the seafood places around
here, and there are a lot."

      "Okay, sounds more qualified than me." Tanner turned to Randy. "Wanna
get something to eat?"

      "Sure, you know I can always eat."

      They followed Jorge, catching up on what had happened after high
school and eventually making it to the bar. The dark interior took a few
minutes to adjust to, once the waiter had taken their orders, they relaxed
in the noisy restaurant and Tanner took a drink of his beer and then looked
at Jorge and Chad.

      "So how long have you been dating?"

      Jorge chuckled and smiled at his partner. "Officially, or actually?"

      Tanner gave them a confused look. "I don't get it."

      "Don't Ask, Don't Tell was in effect when we started. We couldn't be
open about dating until it was repealed. So we snuck around and hoped we
didn't get caught before then."

      "Well, at least that's gone, and you can get married in Maryland
now."

      "Yeah, you still have to be careful. You don't want to rub people's
faces in it. You know, be safe about it."

      The waiter appeared and began placing baskets of food around the
table. Tanner started in on his crab cake and soon they were all enjoying
the conversation, beer and food. Suddenly, Jorge looked at his
watch. "Shit! I gotta go. I have an appointment in fifteen minutes." He
quickly shook hands with Tanner and Randy, tossed a few bills on the table,
and they left.  Tanner smiled at Randy and stole one of his buffalo
wings. In seconds he had it sucked to the bone and leaned over and kissed
him. "I'm full. You about ready to go?"



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      Tanner bumped into Randy, enjoying their time together. He was
relaxing as they spend more and more time wondering around the city. Tanner
reached down and intertwined their fingers as they walked along.

      "Come on. You want to see the sailboats?"

      "Hell yeah! That'd be so cool."

      They changed direction slightly and were soon walking down the piers
with Tanner's jaw dropping open. The crowd of masts looked like a denuded
forest to Tanner as row after row of boats were docked. Tanner marveled at
the collection of boats of all sizes and description, but all with sails.

      "Why all sailboats."

      "Chesapeake Bay has some of the best sailing water in the world. They
don't even like for motorized boats to come into the harbor." Randy
grinned. "Well, some of them don't. Come on, there's a huge boat down
here."

      The day slipped along as they explored along the waterfront. The
light had begun to fade and they were headed back when Tanner noticed a
loud group of guys coming toward them. He glanced over at Randy, feeling
his heart begin to speed up. "Should I be worried?"

      Randy looked ahead and studied the group for a minute. "Nah, I think
it's just a bunch of drunk college kids. We'll be fine."

      Tanner couldn't help but feel the tension building in them as a few
of the group kept watching. They were spreading across the walkway too,
making it difficult to bypass them.

      One of them leered at the pair. "In a hurry, boys."

      "Just headed home," said Randy, trying to tuck Tanner in behind him.

      Another slurred the words. "Faggots"

      Tanner's body instantly filled with adrenaline and his fists
clenched. He turned and cocked an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

      The guy flipped his long dark hair out of his eyes and sneered at
Tanner. "Queer, we don't want your kind around here. I don't care if the
pussys at the State House said you were okay or not. Guys who suck dick are
just sick bastards."

      Tanner could feel Randy tense, both of them preparing for what was
coming. They instinctively put their backs toward each other and stood
waiting. The grim smiles of enjoyment moved inward, and Tanner and Randy
pushed their backs toward each other. Suddenly the guys were overwhelmed by
the group.

      Tanner punched the closest attacker in the mouth, feeling the sharp
pain of satisfaction when his fist connected with jaw and he felt the growl
of pain as one of the fists connected with Randy. Tanner saw two of them
running at him, and Ian's training snapped into place. He grabbed the
closer of the two and dropped, using his momentum to throw him into the
other attacker.

      The two held their ground for several long minutes while the attack
continued. Tanner felt a particular satisfaction when his fist landed in
one of their eye sockets. He also managed another throw that would make his
uncle proud. But a fist the size of a small ham crashed into Tanner's jaw,
stunning him for the moment it took for three of them to jump him.

      He sensed Randy trying to move to help him, which spelled his
downfall. When Randy was taken down, still fighting ferociously, it flashed
through Tanner that he might become another statistic. The thought sent
gallons of adrenaline flooding Tanner's system and he fought like a trapped
black bear. He managed to get a boot between one of the attackers legs, and
landed a blow that left him curled on the ground holding his nuts and
moaning. The distraction gave him a moment to twist and a second one got
within range of his elbow.

      Tanner was raining down blows and the pressure was beginning to
lessen. From the sounds of things, Randy was far from down too. The
fighting intensified for a few more heartbeats when suddenly bodies began
being yanked off him. Thinking at first it was Randy, he immediately saw
two huge guys, one grabbed two of the attackers and bounced their heads
against each other.

      With the turn in numbers, the attackers began to scurry away. Within
a few seconds, they were disappearing into the dim light, several of them
limping or holding injuries. Tanner looked up again to find a hand held out
to him attached to a smiling face.

      "Need some help?"

      Tanner took the offered hand and pulled himself up. As he did, he saw
that Randy had made it to his feet, even if he was staggering slightly.
Tanner turned back to the two guys.  "Thanks. We really appreciate it."

      "No problem, sir. But I've called 911 and an ambulance will be here
in a few. You two look pretty beat up."

      Tanner felt his legs start to give out and folded onto himself and
sat where he had been standing. His tongue flicked out to catch the taste
of blood and when he looked over at Randy he saw he had several stripes of
red flowing down his face too. He looked back and nodded.  "Probably a good
idea..." Tanner gave him a blank look.

      "Brett, sir. My buddy and I are Marines stationed at the Naval
Academy."

      "We've been saved by the Marines?"

      Brett smiled wider. "I guess you could say that, sir."

      "Ooorah!" Randy let out.

      Tanner grinned and nodded in agreement. "I agree. Ooorah!"





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      Tanner walked slowly through the ER. The cut above his eye had taken
a few stitches, but his lip and black eye hadn't been more than a clean up
and bandage job. Now he was looking for Randy, and not finding him. After
the third walk past the rooms, each at a faster speed, a nurse who didn't
look much older than he and Randy stopped him.

      "Do you need some help?"

      "Yes, I'm looking for my fianc?e, Randy Preston." He looked at Tanner
for a moment before he turned, pushed his glasses up his nose, and his
fingers flew over the keyboard. A few seconds later he looked at
Tanner. "And you are?"

      Tanner swallowed, feeling a knot of apprehension grow in his
stomach. "I'm his boyfriend." Tanner thought for a second. "Like I said,
he's my fianc?e."

      There was a pause that felt like it stretched for hours. The knot in
his stomach had grown to the size of a yearling heifer and Tanner was
beginning to feel like he would puke.

      "I'm really very sorry, sir, but hospital--"

      "Oh knock it off, Jess. They're together, they're from Oklahoma. No
marriage allowed."

      They both looked up to see one of the two EMS techs who'd brought
them in. The nurse's face skewed in a grimace. "I'm really not supposed to
do that."

      "Oh you know that's bullshit. Just tell him where his boyfriend is."

      The two locked eyes for a few moments and then the tension dropped
from Jess. "Okay, he's in 5E. I'll show you."

      He pushed back from the desk and started through a doorway beside
them. Tanner was stunned for a minute at the rapid change of attitude, then
trotted to catch up. As he drew beside the nurse, he looked at Tanner with
a smile and a wink. Tanner was taken by surprise but they'd found Randy
before he could do anything. He was almost flat on an examination table
with someone working on the side of his face.

      Tanner moved closer, suddenly having an overwhelming need to touch
his lover. He stood at Randy's side and took his hand. Randy cut his eyes
toward Tanner and gave him a wink.  The nurse caught the motion and glanced
back at Tanner.

      "We're just irrigating the wounds to get out the last of the
debris. Mr. Preston here had several nice abrasions that needed taken care
of. Then the doctor will be back to suture the facial wounds. With the
hands we'll just need to change the dressings." She looked up and smiled at
them both. "From the look of those knuckles, you gave as well as you
got. Good for you."

      Tanner stood for a few minutes and watched as saline solution was
squirted again and again over the cuts on Randy's face until there was some
unperceivable level that was reached and the nurse was satisfied. She wiped
the last of the liquid from Randy's skin, cleaned up and then slipped off
her gloves. With crisp efficiency, she made a few notes on Randy's chart
and announced, "The doctor will be with you shortly."

      Tanner waited until he saw the door shut and then tightened his hold
on Randy's arm and pressed his head against his bicep. Randy lifted his
other hand and cupped it around the back of Tanner's neck. They stood
holding onto each other for several long moments then they slowly relaxed.

      Tanner looked at Randy, feeling his blood boil at every bruise and
cut on him. "You okay?"

      "Oh hell, I've been much worse than this after a really nasty
lacrosse game. I'll be fine."  Randy wrapped his arm around Tanner's
shoulder. "How about you?"

      "I'm fine. Only a couple of stitches." Tanner's memory of the nurse's
denial flashed through his memories. "Randy..."

      "Yeah?"

      "I want to get married."

      "I know, babe. We will as soon as we can."

      "No. I want to do it now, before we go back to Oklahoma. They almost
didn't tell me where you were. I want to get married now, it's legal in
Maryland."

      "Yeah, but it won't mean anything back in Oklahoma."

      "It's better than nothing. And it'll make me feel better."

      "Okay, then let's do it." Randy pulled Tanner into a tight hug just
as the door swung open.

      "Mr. Preston?"

      "Yup. We're getting married in a couple of days, doc. Want to come?"



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      The conversation was going better than he'd been afraid it
would. They had already went to the county clerks office and got the
marriage license. He and Randy were just going to have the court clerk do
it, but Trey insisted they do it at his house and had talked a friend of
his who was a minister to agree to do the ceremony. Now, Tanner had to tell
his parents.

      "Yeah, we're fine. A couple of Marines jumped in and helped. We're
just a little bruised is all. Oh, and we have matching black eyes."

      There was a pause then Tanner's mother started slowly. "We knew you
were going to get married. It's just a little sudden."

      "Mom, the hospital almost wouldn't tell me where Randy was. We have
to be able to take care of each other. I know this won't make much
difference in Oklahoma, but it might and I just don't want to take a
chance. How would you feel if you couldn't get to dad or one of us?"

      Tanner heard a throaty chuckle from his dad. "That's simple. The
hospital would think a F5 tornado had hit it."

      "Oh, I'm not that bad."

      "Honey, I never said it was bad. I love how you take care of us. And
Tanner's right, it might be the proof they needed."

      "Well, we can't all go. But I'm coming to my son's wedding," said
Mary.

      "Really, mom? That would be great."

      "Yes, Jo and your dad can take care of the ranch for a few days. I'll
fly to Maryland."

      "Oh, it's beautiful here, Mom. You're going to love it."

      "Okay, well tell me what you two have already arranged."

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      Randy locked his eyes with Tanners. He could tell that the moment was
just as emotional for Tanner as it was for him. Their families were getting
along famously and the wedding had become much more elaborate between Lesa
and Tanner's mom. He listened to the last words of the ceremony and then
smiled at the words he'd been waiting for.

      "You may now kiss."

      Randy stepped forward, took Tanner in his arms and pressed their lips
together. The heat of the love between them was a familiar tingle through
Tanner's body as the kiss went on for several moments longer. He realized
to his horror that he was getting hard, in front of everyone, and pulled
back with a scowl at Randy.

      The response he got was a simple wink and a grin. Tanner waited, his
hands grasping Randy's arms tight as he tried to calm himself. Randy smiled
at him, pulled his tux jacket to the front and buttoned it closed. With a
barely audible whisper Randy said, "No one can tell but me.  But I think
it's really hot."

      Tanner almost let out a groan of terror when his cock hardened even
further. He glanced out at the crowd, trying to focus on anything other
than Randy. He spotted his mother, and his mood changed instantly. He was
so glad she had flown to Maryland for the wedding. And her face was
definitely like a bucket of ice water dumped over Tanner. The erection
disappeared in an instant.

      Randy slid his arm through Tanner's and pulled him to face the
audience. "Come on, it's time to get this party started."

      The pair was quickly submerged in a sea of well wishers. Trey had
rented the country club for the wedding and it looked packed to Tanner. He
wondered if he'd get this many people attending if they had something back
in Oklahoma.

      As if reading his mind, Tanner's mother appeared at his elbow, a
little flushed from dancing. "Just so you know, you're going to have to
have another party back home. Sometime later in the spring." She waved her
hand at the setting around them. "It'll take me more than a week to get
things together."

      Tanner gave her a hug. "Thanks, mom. I appreciate it. We're just glad
you're here."

      Mary returned the hug with fervor and held on tight. After a few
moments, they separated and Tanner was shocked to see tears in his mother's
eye.

      "Mom? What's wrong?"

      "Nothing's wrong, other than my baby is growing up." She leaned in
with a smile and whispered. "See if you can't work on Randy about some
grandkids for me though, okay?"

      Tanner chuckled and nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

      Mary gave him a gentle shove. "Go. Enjoy your wedding. I know I plan
to."

      Tanner grinned at his mom and wandered off to find Randy. He lost
himself in the festivities until late in the night when the crowd finally
started to thin out. As they stood gently holding each other, Randy
whispered into his ear. "Let's go. I'm ready to get out of here and on to
the rest of the party."

      "What rest of the party?"

      Randy gave him a wink. "You know. The one no one else is invited to
attend."

      Tanner felt the heat flowing across his face. "Oh. Yeah. That one."

      Randy gave him another kiss and pulled them together. "Yeah, that
one. Come on and let's go."

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      Leaving the reception had ended up being ridiculously easy. No one
seemed to expect them to stay longer. The twenty-mile drive to the Bed and
Breakfast seemed to take hours, and Tanner had begun to run his hand up the
inside of Randy's thigh, which was sending wonderful tingles through his
crotch and his cock had met the conditions of rock hard.

      Parking Trey's pickup, they were greeted by the owners and given the
key to their room with a conspiratorial grin. Randy spun in Tanner's arms
and kissed him passionately. "I want to get fucked."

      Tanner grabbed Randy's hand and smashed it against his full
crotch. "That won't be a problem."

      Randy ran his hands under Tanner's shirt, enjoying the texture of
hair he found there. He grabbed his own shirt, pulled it over his head and
tossed it aside. He took Tanner back in his arms and crushed their bodies
together. The heat of Tanner's body suffused his own and increased the
growing heat.

      "You know, according to the state of Maryland, you're my husband
now."

      Tanner grinned at him. "Yeah, I know. It's pretty cool."

      Randy pressed his lips along Tanner's neck and nipped at him. "It's
so far past cool that it's not believable."

      Randy slid the tips of his fingers under Tanner's slacks and felt the
top of his bubble butt and the delicious fur that covered it. Their bare
chests ground against each other as the heat rose around them. Randy could
feel Tanner's hardness and his fervor grew quickly. Their lips smashed
against each other and their tongues explored each other's mouths like it
was a first date.

      Tanner grasped Randy's face in his hands and pulled them apart. He
rested his forehead against Randy's and took a deep breath. "Damn, you
always get me so horny."

      "It's our honeymoon. We're supposed to fuck like rabbits."

      Tanner chuckled softly. "I'll show you rabbit fuckin'."

      "Yeah, yeah. Big words."

      Tanner grinned and reached between them, opening Randy's pants and
yanked them and his underwear to his thighs. His hard cock sprung from its
confines to hang between them.  Tanner leaned close and kissed the tip of
Randy's hard dick. Pressing it against Randy's muscular torso, Tanner
started licking along the underside of his cock, teasing and toying with
Randy.

      Randy gripped Tanner's shoulders and let out a soft moan as his
tongue slid along his cum tube. The pleasure built for him with each
movement of Tanner's lips and tongue. After a few minutes of pure delight,
Randy pulled Tanner to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Tanner and
pulled them tight, his hands touching and caressing his man.

      He reached up and started opening the buttons on Tanner's shirt. His
lightly haired chest came into view as he opened the last mother-of-pearl
button. He pushed it back off Tanner's shoulders and let it flutter to the
ground. Randy slid his hands inside the back of Tanner's pants and feeling
the texture of the hair spreading across his furry butt. His hands spread
across Tanner's ass and they pressed their bodies together.

      Tanner pushed him back with a smile, reached down and unbuttoned his
jeans, the only sound in the room was the slowly descending zipper and
their own heavy breathing. Once the zipper was all the way down, Tanner
grabbed his pants and underwear and pushed them down slowly. With them
trapped around his knees, he kicked off his boots and then stepped out of
the pile of clothes.

      Their hard bodies rubbed over each other as their cocks
battled. Randy could feel each touch that Tanner gave in a masculine
tracery of their foreplay. He grabbed Tanner's shoulders and pulled them
together. Trapping Tanner's face in his hands, they kissed each other hard
and Randy felt Tanner's tongue along his lips. Their kiss became an open
mouthed exploration of well-known territory as each of their tongues
plunged in the other's mouth.

      Their kiss broke with both of them panting and gasping for air. Randy
ran his hands over Tanner's body, wanting him more with each passing
moment. He pushed Tanner onto the bed and followed behind to straddle
him. Their crotches ground together as Randy's tongue pierced Tanner's
lips. The pair kissed passionately with Randy pinning Tanner against the
bed. The fiery kiss build the desire in Randy until he was laying on top of
Tanner, their bodies squirming over each other.

      After a few minutes they broke apart, both panting as the heat of
their lovemaking built.  Randy was sliding back and forth, feeling the
buildup of precum on his butt as Tanner's cock glided between his ass
cheeks. He grinned at Tanner as he felt the heat of arousal crawl up his
cheek.

      "You ready for some fun, cowboy?"

      "I'm ready if you are, jock."

      Randy chuckled and crawled off Tanner. After a little fumbling in
their bags, he brought out a bottle of lube. With a grin he drizzled it
down Tanner's cock, grabbed it tight and stroked it a few times before
Tanner grabbed his hand. "Any more and you're going to get a weeks worth of
built up spunk."

      Randy chuckled at Tanner and released his cock. He squirted more lube
into his hand, lifted his leg and coated his crack with the slick
gel. Knowing he had Tanner's attention, he slipped a couple of fingers
inside his hole and pumped them a few times. Tanner licked his lips, his
eyes glued to Randy's little exhibition. After a few more thrusts, Randy
let his hand slip out and he moved to straddle Tanner again.

      Randy reached behind him, grabbed Tanner's cock and rubbed it against
his slick hole.  He pressed down harder with each pass, forcing Tanner's
mushroom head inside until it popped through his inner gates. Randy moaned
as the fire of entry swept through him, filling him with a delicious
combination of pain and pleasure. Each time Tanner sunk deeper inside him,
strands of heat spread through Randy's body until he felt the grinding of
his hips against Tanner's crotch.

      "Oh, man. That feels so good."

      "Feels pretty amazing from this side too, babe."

      Randy lifted himself, feeling Tanner sliding out, and then press
inward. The heat of their lovemaking built with each thrust until Randy's
cock was throwing strands of precum over them.  Tanner grabbed Randy's rock
hard dick and started stroking it as Randy ground his ass against Tanner's
crotch. The pressure inside him built with each touch until he could feel
the dam begin to weaken. Tanner's cock banged against his prostate with
each time he ground against it.

      "Damn, so close," groaned Randy.

      "Go for it, babe."

      Tanner's hand ran across Randy's chest, toying with his hard nipples,
while his other hand continued it's stroking of his deep red cock. The
extra stimulation brought him to the edge and then Randy plunged into his
orgasm. The feeling of tight ecstasy burned through his body as he felt the
first jet rocket from his slit. The second shot was stronger than the first
and left a trail of white cream angling across Tanner's chest. The roiling
pleasure submerged Randy until the last of his climax ended, and he dropped
to catch himself against Tanner.

      Tanner chuckled as he ran his hands over Randy's sweat drenched
body. "How was that?"

      Randy smiled as he tried to catch his breath. "Amazing, as always."

      Tanner slid his hands over Randy's face. He lifted his hand and
kissed it softly. "You know. One of us isn't done."

      Randy chuckled and rolled to his side, pulling his leg toward his
chest and smiling at Tanner. "Come on, hot stuff. Fuck your husband and
make him want more."

      Tanner grinned at Randy's theatrics but moved behind him. His cock
slipped easily back into Randy's ass, he paused for a minute, and then
quickly built in speed. Randy could tell that Tanner wasn't far from
reaching his goal either, and relaxed against the bed to enjoy the
ride. The hard cock ramming into him was beginning to have its effect, and
Randy's cock never went completely soft.

      The slap of skin against skin was bringing them closer and closer to
a conclusion. Tanner slammed in once hard, and then pinned Randy under him
as he filled him with hot cum. Randy let out a low moan as the scalding hot
cream flooded his gut. He could feel Tanner tremble against him, and then
his tension released.

      "Oh my God. That was good."

      Randy wrapped his arm around Tanner, unwilling to move. "It was,
babe. I needed that so much."

      Tanner relaxed against Randy with quivers of fatigue traveling
through his muscles from time to time. "Yeah babe. Me too. I need you more
than anything I can think of.

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      	Randy threw his arms around his dad, giving him a crushing
hug. "Dad, thanks for everything. I mean, it wasn't like you were planning
to give us a wedding or anything."

      Trey held his son, his arms tense as they held each other. "My
pleasure, Randy. I'm glad I got to be involved. We love you a lot, son."

      Randy released his Dad and gave Lesa a quick hug too. "You too,
Lesa. Thanks for all the help. Tanner needed an ally in all this junk."

      She chuckled and shook her head. "It was fun. Kind of like planning a
daughters wedding." She glanced at Randy and got a smile. "Kind of."

      Both of them turned to Tanner, and Trey held out his hand. "Glad to
have you in the family, son."

      "Yes, sir. I'm glad to be in the family too."

      "Oh, none of that sir crap. You can call me Dad."

      Tanner's face flushed red, but he looked very pleased. They shared
hugs all around and darted through the gate at the last possible
minute. Randy exchanged glances with Tanner and squeezed his hand. But that
was the extent of their conversation until they were circling Will Roger's
Airport.

      As they broke through the scattered clouds, they could see the wide
expanses of every hue of brown that stretched on for as far as the eye
could see. After a few minutes, Tanner turned to Randy. "It looks pretty
dismal compared to Maryland."

      Randy stretched upward and looked out the plane window. "It looks
like Oklahoma in January." He shrugged, his confusion evident.

      "Yeah, but it looks better in Maryland. Why would you want to live
here?"

      Randy's eyes twinkled. "Well, first because my husband hasn't
finished school, and he needs to be in Oklahoma to do that." He paused for
a minute and kissed Tanner on the check. He chuckled with Tanner's face
flashed red at the intimacy. Then he continued. "Also, it's different, not
better. Summers around Baltimore are hot and humid. I kind of like
Oklahoma."

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