Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2011 07:20:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrangler Butts 3

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The crushing silence and the post-midnight hour were enough to alert even
the most casual of observers to the tension filling Darrin and Mitch's
office. The pair had grown closer over the preceding year, closer than many
brothers. But the pressure of Darrin's impending thesis defense and Matt's
struggle to stay afloat in the contentious world of academia were beginning
to unravel them.

The fact that Darrin's initial lust had transfigured into a full-blown
infatuation did nothing to help the situation. The spring semester had
flown by but now the deadly pressure of finals was adding fire to an
already overloaded pressure cooker of emotion. The stress was so palpable
in the room that it is almost suffocating. Suddenly the expectations, the
piles of work, lack of sleep, and stress became too much for Mitch.

"Fuck it! Fuck 'em all! I don't need this shit!"

Darrin rubbed his eyes and looked over at his friend. Too tired to be the
diplomat he spat out.

"Just do it Mitch. This is the last one. We're almost finished."

"Finished? Finished! You're damn right we're finished. Or I am. I'm outta
here!"

"Mitch, don't be stupid"

Mitch turned to Darrin with a snarl, "That's right isn't it? I'm just not
as smart as Mister PhD am I. "

"What? That's just-" Darrin paused and then continued, "You can't quit now
Mitch. After these finals you are half way. Half way! Don't fuck it up
because you're having a pissing fit!"

"Fuck you asshole! I thought my friend might be more supportive! Well FUCK
YOU!"

Mitch grabbed his computer and papers, rammed them into his bag, and
stomped out of the door. Darrin raced to the doorway. Seeing Mitch's
rapidly receding figure he called out to his friend.

"Hey Mitch! Come back man. That's not it. Come on, I'll help you!"

Mitch paused at the doorway and turned to look at Darrin. Raising both
hands he flipped him off and then walked through the door, slamming it
behind him.

Darrin walked back into their office and slumped in the chair. For the
first time since he was three and his Dad beat his ass for crying he felt
moisture start to gather at the corners of his eyes. Shaking his head he
ground his teeth together in determination. Fine, he thought, if Mitch is
gone so fucking what. I've lost friends before. Actually I don't need
friends and this is why! College is the most important thing for me. No one
can take that away from me!

Darrin wiped his face and mentally denied that the moisture was a tear. It
must be allergies he thought to himself. He turned back to his studies,
which had suddenly became much more important.

The following morning found a blurry eyed, but very caffeinated, Darrin
twitching in the chair as he waited to take his last final. Occasionally
looking around to see if Mitch had showed up, he finally sighed and decided
that Mitch must of truly left school last night.  He had begun reading the
first exam question when he heard the classroom door open again and the
professor say, "Welcome to your final Mr. McMasters. Glad you could join
us." Darrin glanced back fugitively and watched as Mitch slumped into a
seat and began the final. He turned back to his own exam, smiled, and then
began working through the grueling test.

In spite of Mitch's appearance at the final Darrin didn't see him again
that day, or the next.  The weekend arrived and Darrin worked to put
together the equipment and supplies he needed for an impending data
collection trip. His own research, as well as Mitch's, was actually based
at a remote, but enormous, ranch located more than 200 miles west of the
university in the Texas hill country. Mostly grass and mesquite it was a
remote location, but the site of most of the department's cattle
research. During the summer the graduate students, Mitch and Darrin among
them, were at the station often working on their projects and collecting
data.

Monday morning found Darrin finishing his preparation for the looming weeks
at the station. As he began to check everything for the third time he felt
a presence and turned to look at the door. Leaning against the door was
Mitch.

"Hey"

"Hi Mitch, how's things?"

"I need a ride, to the station. Can I bum one with you?"

"Yeah. Sure! You know you can. Anytime." said Darrin.

"Ok. . .Thanks. I gotta get my shit together for tomorrow. 5am right?"

"Yup, 5am. See you then."

Mitch walked off leaving Darrin to his thoughts. Well at least he's
speaking to me mused Darrin. Moving back to check everything yet again, a
flicker of a smile flitted across his face as he vividly recalled the tight
wranglers that Mitch was wearing, with just the right amount of wear on the
crotch to show off his package. Shaking his head at his own ridiculous
obsession he wrapped up the three days of preparation.

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Five o'clock in the morning is a fucking miserable time to start a trip,
thought Darrin. He got out of his pickup as Mitch pulled up beside him in
the parking lot.

"Morning. Need any help?"

"No." said Mitch, who quickly moved his clothes and research materials into
Darrin's pickup. Finishing in record time he jumped into the cab of the
little Tacoma. A brief smile flickered on his lips.

"Kind of a pussy truck don't you think?" asked Mitch, not really looking at
Darrin.

"It's. . . fine. I don't need a big ass truck like you have"

Mitch grunted and slid down in the seat. Pulling his baseball cap over his
eyes he leaned against the door and quickly fell asleep as Darrin started
their five-hour drive.

As Darrin drove westward the rising sun began to highlight the surrounding
countryside.  He recalled the nights that Mitch shared his dream of a
ranch. In the predawn beauty Darrin saw how Mitch could feel the way he
did. Everything appeared so calm and peaceful and peace was one thing that
Darrin almost ached for. Suddenly the pickup bounced violently as it
recoiled from a pothole in the deserted state highway. The small truck
lurched, throwing both passengers against the seat belts.

"Damn!" boomed Mitch.

"Sorry, didn't see the hole."

Mitch glanced behind them at the road and resettles himself into the seat.

"Pull over, I gotta piss."

"Yeah, me too. Hold on, that looks like a good place."

Darrin slowed and pulled into the grass at the side of the highway. Killing
the truck he jumped out and walked around the pickup to whizz. Just as he
rounded the tailgate Darrin heard the familiar sound of a heavy
zipper. Looking up he watched for a second as Mitch fished his cock out and
then tugged it a few times in preparation of emptying his bladder.  Darrin
was mesmerized at the pale pink tool emerging from Mitch's fist, his hips
thrust forward, his heavy stream emerged in a torrent from the tip of his
cock and arched to the grass. Mitch watched his stream for a few seconds
and then started twisting his hips.

"Gotta make sure we water everything the same," Mitch glanced up and smiled
for the first time Darrin can recall recently. Seeing that Darrin was
staring at him his temporary smile turns back into a scowl.

"What?" said Mitch.

Darrin realized his stare had gone on for awkward length of time. Moving
quickly he pulled his own cock out and breathed a sigh of relief as his
pressure filled bladder began to empty. Darrin concentrated on taking care
of business, wishing his cock to not go from plump to boner. Unwilling to
let the moment pass without another glance at the object of his desire
Darrin shifted his eyes toward Mitch. Watching as Mitch shook the last
drops of urine from his dick, Darrin sighed to himself as the beautiful
cock is tucked back into Mitch's jeans.

It dawned on Darrin that he never answered the question. Shaking his head
Darrin said, "Nothing. Just tired. Zoning I guess."

Mitch nodded and then stretched hugely, his so sexy hairy stomach catching
the morning light as his shirt slid up his torso, his jeans falling down
slightly, displaying where the dark pool of hair around his navel morphed
into a thick dark pubic patch. As his arms went down Darrin realized the
show really was over now and went back to his own, now fully distended,
cock. Shoving it into his jeans he walked awkwardly back to the drivers
side. Looking over at Mitch to discover a cap-covered face, Darrin sighed
softly, sad that the brief camaraderie had apparently ended.

The novelty of the drive soon evaporated in the heat of the early Texas
summer day.  Resigned to a long silent drive Darrin stared ahead and
contemplated how he could fix the situation with Mitch. Arriving at the
station in late morning he drove to the house used by the graduate
students, which was several miles from the main facilities. He and Mitch
quickly tossed their belongings into the small house and headed to the
headquarters. They arrived as the assignments are being made, since today
they would be helping separate cows and calves for weaning and working the
calves. A mixture of horseback and ATV, the group mobilized to bring in the
herds. Moving quickly and efficiently they worked the first two groups of
cattle without any issues and then stopping for lunch. While enjoying his
sandwich in the scant shade of a lone elm tree, Darrin noticed whispering
and tension among the permanent station employees. He leaned to one of the
hands that he knew from previous data gathering trips.

"Wade, what's up with the crew?"

He got a headshake and a one-word answer, "Brahmans."

Running through his head Darrin tried to remember the specifics of the
breed. Heat tolerant, humped cattle from India was all he could recall. A
vaguely remembered sidebar about temperament but nothing as dire as the
crew projected. Shrugging his shoulders and shoving down the last of his
sandwich and pop, Darrin climbed back on the ATV and headed to the last
1,000 acre pasture.

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With dusk falling the crew drug into the headquarters mostly successful in
their afternoons work. Darrin now had a new appreciation for the term
'Brahman', at least when it was applied to a breed of cattle. Darrin
replayed the afternoon, the near misses as cows attacked cowboys trying to
separate them from their calves, headlong gallops across rough terrain to
head off runaways, the seemingly hundreds of near misses. Exhausting,
temperamental and dangerous, were now his definition of Brahman cattle. At
least, he thought, we're finished with them. But there was a bright side to
the afternoon, at least in Darrin's opinion. That being an afternoon filled
with acres of cowboy flesh, from the teenagers with their whipcord lean
bodies to the older men muscular from years of ranch work. All of them
packed in tight wranglers that showed off their assets to an amazing
degree. Definitely a sight with the potential for an embarrassing reaction
had Darrin's body not been so exhausted.

Everyone worked together to store equipment and get ready for
tomorrow. Once that was finished Darrin walked stiffly to his truck. Almost
in tandem Mitch opened the other pickup door and sat down. Both of them
paused for a minute in their exhausted state, feeling like well-chewed
rawhide dog toy.

Mitch blew air from his lips, "Fuck. I'm beat."

"Yeah. I agree. Let's get back to the house."

The short drive to the house was in exhausted silence with both men wrapped
in fatigue.  As Darrin staggered into the house he paused to let his eyes
adjust to the dim interior.

Glancing back he smiled at Mitch. "Home Sweet Home"

Mitch grunted a non-committal answer and emptied his pockets onto the small
table that served as the only horizontal surface in sight. He moved the
refrigerator and began making himself something to eat while Darrin
organized the research paperwork.  Glancing to check on Mitch's location he
then fugitively organized everything for Mitch too, hoping he didn't take
offence at the help.

"Fuckin' miserable day"

Darrin glanced at the source of the comment, "Yeah, it was miserable."

"Tomorrow will likely be worse . . ." said Mitch.

Darrin stopped and turned, staring at Mitch, "Why? What'd I miss?"

"The bull. We didn't get the Brahman bull out of the timber." Mitch took a
bite of his sandwich and turned to look at Darrin. Smiling slightly around
his half chewed food Mitch said, "Apparently. . . he's mean."

"WHAT! How the fuck could he be any worse than those cow's today!"
screeched Darrin.

Mitch swallowed and then let out a low chuckle, "Don't know. But they said
he was bad."

"Who? Who said he was?" Darrin asked.

"The other guys, the ones who work here. Said he was a bad motherfucker."
Mitch turned back to looking out the window and chuckled again. "Yup, bad
motherfucker."

Darrin made his own supper, basically two pieces of bread with anything
shoved between them, eating it without tasting anything. Suddenly it
occurred to both of them, there was only one bed.

"I've got the couch," Mitch said.

"It's ok. You can have the bed"

Mitch turned to look at Darrin again, his jaw clinching. "I said I have the
couch. I'm shorter and god knows I've spent a lifetime sleeping on old
couches!"

Darrin stepped back, a little worried at how quick Mitch lost his
patience. He just nodded and walked into the bedroom. Realizing he was far
too tired to do more than fall into the bed he began to strip down to his
boxers. As the last article of clothing slid off his fatigued legs he
realized that Mitch was probably doing the same. Looking into the living
room Darrin watched as the t-shirt cleared his head, exposing his taut,
muscular back.  Next the distinct sound of a metal zipper drifted through
the air as Darrin watched him first slide his jeans down, exposing his
white briefs, and then bend over to slide them down his hairy legs. The
white of his briefs were a beacon to Darrin for the few seconds that the
perfect ass was in the air and then Mitch sat down to finish removing his
pants.  Darrin ran his hand inside his boxers and adjust his now semi-stiff
package. Fortunately his exhaustion eliminated the need for his standard
jackoff session before bed. As it was, he was asleep almost before his head
hit the pillow. Darrin's dreams that night, while sketchy, revolved around
a perfect bubble ass covered in tight white fabric.

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"Hey. HEY BUTTHEAD!"

Darrin bolted upright, wiping his eyes and trying to come to his senses as
Mitch stood at the end of his bed looking down at him.

"Get up. We need ta get going," said Mitch.

"Sure. Yeah. Give me a sec and I'll be ready." Darrin swung his feet out of
the bed and grabbed the jeans from yesterday. As he stood to pull on his
pants he heard Mitch chuckle. Looking over to see what was so funny Darrin
saw Mitch looking at his crotch.  His laughter gained volume as Darrin
realized his predicament.

"Good dreams last night?" said Mitch.

Darrin's cock was hard as stone, tenting his boxer out to their limit and
were seemingly half soaked with precum. Quickly turning his back to his
friend Darrin tried to deflect the comment.

"Whatever. Morning wood."

But this wasn't the end of it. Mitch loved the embarrassment that Darrin
felt and was laughing even harder.

"Yeah big boy! Were you dreaming of me?"

Darrin spun his head to look at Mitch. As their eyes met Mitch batted his
eyes and in his best Marilyn Monroe imitation blew a kiss at Darrin. If
possible Darrin turned even redder, leaving Mitch laughing so hard he
gasped for breath. Finally Darrin managed to get dressed, ramming his still
hard cock into the jeans as best he could. Stomping into his boots he
followed Mitch out the door to begin the day.

Arriving at the headquarters a few minutes later Darrin felt the tension in
the air.  Remembering the discussion of the rogue from last night he
wondered what they were going to do differently today to roundup the
unmanageable bull. Almost as soon as the thought formed he heard what
sounded like a huge pack of dogs. Looking closer he saw several hounds
swarming around a new arrival. Darrin saw Mitch to one side and walked
over.

"What's with the dogs?" asked Darrin.

"Catahoulas."

"What?"

Mitch looked at Darrin, "They're Catahoulas. They brought in a guy who uses
them to get the bull out of the brush."

"Oh . . ."

Darrin watched and listened as assignments were given. Getting back on an
ATV he followed as the entire crew moved out to find the bull. The baying
of the dogs soon pierced the quiet morning as they sighted the bull. From
that point on events became a blur of horses, men, and machinery as the
bull crashed through the timber with the dogs pursuing him into the
open. The bull broke from cover, trying to gore any of his small tormentors
but the dogs danced away as he targeted each one. The ton-plus bull's anger
was almost palpable. As the dogs teased and harassed him away from the
small wooded canyon the mounted cowboys moved in, trying to herd the
rampant animal to the corral.  With each swing of his head the bull
strained to remove his tormentors with his thick sickle-shaped horns.

Suddenly the bull stopped, sweeping the area for a new target, which he
quickly found.  As the bull pawed an arch of dust over his back Darrin
realized in horror that he was the new target. As the bull began his charge
Darrin's world became a slow motion blur as his mind raced.

Shit, shit, shit, Darrin thought, that fucker is after me. Damnit!
What. Shit. DO SOMETHING BEFORE HE KILLS YOU!

Darrin gunned the ATV but in the split second it took him to react the bull
had almost reached him. The machine roared into motion as the bull lowered
his head and charged.  Catching the undercarriage of the ATV on his horns
the bull flexed his massive neck, sending Darrin and machine flying. As
both landed, the bull attacked the ATV, sending pieces of metal and plastic
flying through the air. Darrin hit the ground hard, rattled he quickly
realized he wasn't seriously injured, yet.

As Darrin moved to get away, the bull saw him and charged again. Too close
to completely avoid the attack Darrin threw his body to one side as the
bull raked him with its horns. Only a glancing blow but the bull quickly
rounded on him, this time making it clear that he wouldn't miss. As Darrin
braced to attempt a second unlikely escape, an impossible tabloid unfurled
in front of him. A horse and rider half the bulk of the bull suddenly
rammed into its shoulder, knocking the bull to its knees. Darrin watched in
disbelief as the horse pivoted on it hindquarters and then rushed at
Darrin. Bracing again for impact he marveled as the skillfully ridden horse
slid to a stop beside him. Darrin looked up to see Mitch's face.

"Give me your goddamn hand!" screamed Mitch.

Darrin, feeling like he was moving through molasses, raised his hand and
felt it enveloped in a tight grasp. As the horse gathered on its
hindquarters and launched away from the bull, Darrin's body was slammed
onto its back. Trying to keep his seat he grabbed Mitch's torso in a death
grip as the horse galloped at breakneck speed across the open
pasture. Finally reaching a safe distance Mitch reined in the horse and
Darrin released his hold, sliding into a limp pile on the ground. Mitch
vaulted from the horse and rushed to Darrin, urgently running his hands his
body to check for injury.

"You ok? You hurt?"

Darrin shook his head to clear it, "Yeah. I think so. Gim'me a minute."

Mitch stood over Darrin watching him closely for signs of injury. Finally
satisfied that he wasn't seriously hurt Mitch walked over and got a cup of
ice water from one of the coolers.

"Here. Water."

Darrin looked up and smiled faintly, "Thanks."

Sipping the water slowly Darrin calmed himself, his racing heart slowing to
something resembling normal. Once his legs felt more stable than wet
noodles he let Mitch help him up. They pause at the gate and watched as the
bull finally ran into the corral. Apparently the only casualty, besides
Darrin's ATV, was a horse with a long, shallow cut from the bulls final
attempt to escape. Both men shook their heads as they watched the bull
repeatedly charge the fence. Seeing they were no longer needed Mitch helped
Darrin to the passenger side of the pickup.

Darrin looked at Mitch and smiled a little, "What? You're going to drive
the pussy truck."

Mitch returned the smile with a laugh, "Yeah, this once I'll drive your
pussy truck."

Mitch helped Darrin in and then climbed into the pickup himself. He
carefully navigated the rough road to the house. Parking almost on the
porch, Mitch rushed around the truck and tenderly helping Darrin into the
house.

"Come on, let's get you into the tub. A nice hot soak will help those
bruises."

Darrin nodded agreement, too sore to think about anything else. Grimacing
as Mitch helped him undress he sighed with relief as he eased into the
steaming hot tub. As the heat soaked into his muscles Darrin realized that
Mitch had just undressed him and his body had no reaction. He sighed
softly, resigning himself to the knowledge that he had missed the only
opportunity to enjoy Mitch's touch that he would ever have. Sighing again
he laid his head against the cool porcelain surface and relaxed.

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"Hey. Prune boy. You ready to get out?"

Darrin opened his eyes and saw Mitch's face hovering a few inches above
his. He laughed at Darrin's startled expression.

"Come on. I'll help you get out."

Mitch opened a huge bath towel he had found and held it in front of Darrin
as he worked to climb out of the tub. Finally getting to his feet Darrin
took the towel and wrapped it around his waist while Mitch gripped his
shoulder to steady him. He walked gingerly back to the couch and sat down,
enjoying the feel of the cool leather against his sore muscles.

"Thanks Mitch. I mean really thanks, you saved my ass today."

Mitch shrugged and turned to pickup the strewn clothing, leaving Darrin
with his thoughts. As he reviewed the day and his close call he shuddered
to think how near the bull had come to ending his life. Not that it would
have made some people sad. But still, he owed Mitch a lot. Looking over he
watched Mitch finish picking up the room as he searched for a spot on his
body that wasn't sore. Finally finding a comfortable position as Mitch
tossed the last of the clothes in the hamper.

Looking over Darrin tried again, "Really Mitch. I know you put yourself in
a lot of danger. I owe you my ass."

Mitch looked at him with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, "Really? I can
have your ass now?"

"Dickhead! You know what I mean. You saved me today."

"Yeah and right now I'm going to clean two days of stink and dust off
me. We'll go get something to eat once I've showered. How's that sound?"

Darrin turned back, looking out the window, "Sounds fine. Maybe I'll be
hungry by then."

Darrin heard the sound of movement as Mitch began to strip. Able to catch
only glimpses of Mitch's body he found the whole process frustrating and
yet still it managed to make him horny. When Mitch pushed down his
underwear, Darrin chanced a look and got the full effect of the thatch of
hair covering his ass crack. Quickly turning back to the window he moaned
inwardly at the thought of that wonderful ass smashed against his face.

"Ok, I'll be out in a sec," Mitch turned and walked to the tub, leaving the
door ajar but only enough for Darrin to see slivers of
flesh-tone. Disappointed he couldn't see more, the thought of Mitch's ass
played over and over in his mind as he began groping himself through the
towel. Lost in his self-pleasure he almost failed to register that the
water had stopped until Mitch stepped out of the bathroom drying himself.

Darrin turned at the sound and froze. His jaw dropped at the sight of the
wet dream standing before him. The face he had marveled at countless times
before, but the body was just as perfect. Darrin watched as Mitch ran the
towel over his body, admiring the muscular calves with their perfect layer
of dark hair, the meaty thighs that rippled as weight shifted from one to
the other. Darrin's eyes traveled up the powerful thighs to their joining
and the perfect nest of dense dark pubic hair where Mitch's dick and balls
rested.  Watching the low hanging nuts sway with each motion Darrin licked
his lips as he drank in his fantasy with his eyes. Darrin followed the
dark, thick treasure trail that traversed the delineation between Mitch's
darkly tanned chest and his creamy white crotch. Moving up from his groin
the hair condensed into a dark hard line that filled the muscular crease of
his stomach. The perfect configuration of stomach hair, the object of so
many jizz filled jerk-off sessions, was over-shadowed by the covering over
his taut pectoral muscles.  A dense black matrix of short curly hair that
still allowed glimpses of his tanned skin to show through, Mitch's chest
was . . . yes, perfect. Sighing audibly at the sight of the tight soft
brown nipples, Darrin shifted his eyes upward to the heart pounding sight
of his scruffy chiseled face. As he met Mitch's gaze he realized that the
drying ritual had stopped quite a while before and Mitch had been watching
as Darrin lusted over his body.  He looked away, hoping that it wasn't as
bad as he thought.

"Darrin."

Darrin shuddered, not sure what to say, how to fix this.

"Darrin! Look at me! You didn't mind looking a second ago!"

Darrin looked back. Tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he tried to
explain it away.

"Sorry Mitch. I guess I was just zoning," he squeaked out.

Mitch crossed his arms over his bare chest, "You must think I'm really
thick."

"No, no, Mitch. It's just, just . . ." Darrin said working hard to keep
from breaking down.  "I'm so sorry Mitch. I promise it will never happen
again. Honest, it won't. I promise.  Please Mitch forgive me."

Mitch lifted one hand, motioning Darrin closer, "Come here."

The fear and doubt of a lifetime descended on Darrin. Every muscle shook as
he moved across the room. Knowing what was next he braced himself for the
tirade of what a worthless pervert he was. He'd heard it before but that
wouldn't make it easier, especially coming from Mitch. Or worse he was
going to get "the lecture" and then the shit beat out of him. Well at least
the bruises won't be as noticeable this time, after the number the bull did
on him today.

Stopping inside arms reach Darrin paused, his shoulders sagging, "Yeah
Mitch, What."  Then Darrin looked up defiantly, "Say whatever you have to
say. But you won't say anything I haven't heard before. And those times
didn't change me either."

Mitch stepped forward, closing the space between them to fractions of an
inch, his hot breath burning Darrin's cheeks. Suddenly he raised both hands
and Darrin braced for the blow. But instead of the expected knuckles
against this mouth Darrin felt his face cupped gently and then the press of
a hard, passionate kiss. Darrin's eyes flew open as the electric sensation
of Mitch's lips pressing against his coursed through his body. After a mind
numbing length of time their faces slowly separated, spit trailing from
both sets of lips as each man caught his breath. Darrin looked into the
eyes of this new contradiction, seeing the twinkle again.

Gulping Darrin tried to put coherent thought to what just happened,
failing.

"What? Why? Fuck!"

"Darrin . . . Shut up."

Mitch pulled Darrin to him again and kissed him again. His tongue flickered
against the full red lips in front of him as they sought entrance. Darrin
parted his lips to Mitch's probing tongue, feeling the new invader as it
probed each part of his mouth. Darrin released his own tongue, allowing it
to slide over the hot intruder and into Mitch's warmth as the two
passionately exploring each other. Their tongue and lips sliding over each
other as desire built. Still holding his face, Mitch ran his lips down
Darrin's neck.  Nibbling, kissing and tasting each millimeter of skin as he
absorbed his lover's scent and tang. Darrin was helpless in his hands as
surge after surge of pleasure washed over him.  His arms reached forward to
caress and touch this before taboo body, loving the texture and heat that
he felt emanating from it. Darrin's towel fell to the floor as they
embrace.  Their bodies rubbed against each other further igniting their
passion. Darrin felt himself give way as Mitch maneuvered him slowly
backwards while they continue their passionate oral exploration. Finally
Darrin sensed a pressure on his calves, glancing back he discovered that
they were at the bed.

Darrin opened his mouth to ask what to do. But Mitch put his hand over
Darrin's mouth, and said, "Sometimes, you talk too much."

Putting both hands against Darrin's chest Mitch shoved him
backwards. Darrin bounced as he hit the mattress, his exposed and
steel-hard cock hitting his stomach with a wet slap.  Mitch crawled up the
bed, running his hands over Darrin's exposed legs as he crawled between
them. Reaching Darrin's crotch Mitch rubbed the tips of his fingers over
the engorged cum tube at the base of Darrin's cock.

"Oh god," sighed Darrin.

Mitch smiled with an evil glint and ran the flat of his hand over the
underside of Darrin's throbbing dick. Sliding to the head Mitch coated his
palm with Darrin's juice and then smeared it as he rubbed up and down,
spreading more clear ball juice with each pass.

"How does that feel stud? You like that huh?"

Darrin gasped and nodded, already past the ability to articulate his
feelings. His body thrashed under Mitch's careful handling.

Finally finding his voice he gasped out, "Oh fuck yes."

Mitch gripped his hand around Darrin's hard pole, teasing it as his hand
moved slowly up and down its length. Watching Darrin tense and relax with
each new sensation he slowly moved higher, running his hands over the hot
body under him and delighting in the feel of coarse hair sliding under his
palms. Pressing his chest against Darrin's groin he felt the steel cobra of
Darrin's cock sliding between them. Relaxing onto Darrin he began nursing
each of the half-dollar sized nipples until they were rigid and glistening,
Darrin having entered a state of incoherent delirium. With a final lick to
each nipple Mitch slid higher so their bodies were in full contact and
their two slime covered cocks moving over each other as both men respond to
the building hunger. Pinning Darrin's face in his hands again Mitch began
flicking his tongue over Darrin's face and neck while their lower bodies
continued to grind against each other. Raising his face from Darrin's neck
Mitch looks down at the masculine face in his hands and moved in, pressing
their lips hard together and slipping his tongue again into Darrin's steamy
mouth. The sensations of touch and passion build as their cocks pump out
natural lube, matting the hair on their stomachs and crotches, the
sensations unbelievably delicious.

As their bodies grind against each other the room filled with the smell of
hot sexy man.  Knowing it was Mitch's thick belly fur causing the delicious
friction just served to drive Darrin closer to the edge as the cum in his
balls churned. Feeling his body tense with a massive orgasm he grabbed
Mitch's face and pressed their lips together hard. The touch of hot lips
drove him over the edge as he gasped, his cock coating both their torso's
as he emptied the passion of a year onto their already slick skin.

"Fuck. Holy fuck. Ahhh," sighed Darrin.

Mitch continued to grind into Darrin's now glass slick body as the final
spasms flowed through Darrin's cock. Mitch luxuriated in the feeling of hot
man sex coating him.  Leaning down he kissed Darrin again, slipping in his
tongue and then gently chewed on his full lower lip. Listening to Darrin's
incomprehensible mutterings Mitch slowed, enjoying the slow build of
pressure in his own bull nuts.

Kissing Darrin again he said, "What's wrong college? No big talk?"

Darrin smiled up at Mitch, "Whatever asshole."

"Ohmy," said Mitch before one last kiss. Climbing higher on his lover's
body he wedged his dripping cock into the hairy trough between Darrin's
pecs. Sliding faster and faster Mitch reveled in the feel of his leaking
cock soaking the chest under him. Darrin reached up and ran his fingers
over Mitch's torso and moving to his nipples as Mitch humped his chest with
increasing speed.

"Oh shit yeah. That's fuckin' it. Grab my tits stud man," shouted out
Mitch. Darrin tightened his grip on the two nubs and began working them
harder as Mitch's sweat dripped onto him.

"Fuck yes! FUCCCKKKKKKK!"

Mitch's body locked, his upper body arching back, raking his balls and cock
against Darrin's hairy chest, letting out a final guttural sound as his
cock began unloading.

Darrin watched hungrily as Mitch exploded, smiling as the first white jet
emerged like a rifle shot from the hard dick again his chest. His mouth
dropped open in shock as he realized Mitch's cock isn't shooting, it was
cumming like a fire-hose, doing its best imitation of a facet for white-hot
man juice with each spasm of Mitch's body. His final orgasmic convulsion
twisted his body further, causing cum to spray over Darrin's lips and
goatee. As his body calmed Mitch lay down on Darrin's flooded body and ran
his tongue over his face, tasting his own cum as it dripped through
Darrin's cute brown goatee.

"Fuck man, I've never seen so much cum!"

Mitch chuckled and kissed Darrin again, "Oh yeah, I guess I should have
mentioned. I'm a cummer."

"No shit! You think!" said Darrin as he began to laugh.

Both men enjoyed the feeling of cum and cock between them as the aftermath
of their session began to drip off Darrin and onto the bed. But Darrin held
Mitch tight against him, having no intention of letting go of this man,
ever.

As the sexually induced euphoria subsided the two men relaxed at a level
neither had felt before. Soon sleep takes both of them as they remained
locked in each other's arms.

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