Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 09:56:03 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrangler Butts Chapter 7

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      The next day found both guys wrapping up their data collection on the
station. As they packed everything and stowed it away for the trip back to
the university, the realization that their relationship was going to change
once they got back was weighing on Darrin. They wouldn't be living
together; it wouldn't be the same as it had been for the last couple of
weeks. The more Darrin thought about it, the more obstacles he created. He
decided that he was just being foolish and after yesterday's disastrous
melt down he didn't want to talk to Mitch about his fears and have him
think Darrin he was some mushy flake that couldn't be depended on. As he
put the last of the luggage and equipment in the pickup, he had decided
that it would be best to keep these thoughts to himself. He would just
swallow them like he had so many times before.

      Mitch walked up, took Darrin's shoulders in his hands and started
rubbing them.  He moved closer and inhaled.

      "College, you smell damn good. I love your smell."

      Darrin smiled and leaned his head over as Mitch started kissing the
side of his neck. "You're going to start something if you keep that up,"
said Darrin.

      Mitch bit down on Darrin's neck and sucked hard, knowing it would
leave a mark.  After a few seconds he released his hold and chuckled at the
darkening that was already forming. He stroked his finger down Darrin's
neck,

      "What if I don't care if I start something," asked Mitch.

      Darrin pointed to the gather cloud of road dust that indicated
someone coming. "I think you would have to explain to them why my dick is
in your mouth," said Darrin with a smirk.

      Mitch reached over and grabbed Darrin's package and squeezed. He
loved the little mewing sounds that came from Darrin's mouth. Releasing
him, Mitch moved so his mouth was fractions of an inch from Darrin's ear
and whispered. "At least I'm not going to have to explain how I got a huge
ass hickey when it's just you and me here."

      Darrin gasped and grabbed his neck where Mitch had worked him
over. "You asshole! Did you really give me a hickey?" Darrin turned and ran
back into the house so he could see the damage in the mirror. Looking at
it, Darrin's mouth dropped open as he saw the silver dollar sized purple
bruise on his neck. Desperate to cover it up, he pulled on a shirt and
buttoned it all the way to the top. Walking back out, Darrin glared at
Mitch as he started to snort.

      "You jackass! What am I gonna tell them if they ask?" said Darrin.

      "They won't ask. You just need to relax," said Mitch with a smile, as
the pickup rolled to a stop in front of them. Wade stepped out with one of
the hired hands and the two walked over.

      "Hey. Ya'll about ready to head out? Anything we need to help you
wrap up?"  asked Wade.

      "Naw, We've pretty much got things packed up. A few more minutes and
we'll head out," said Mitch.

      Darrin stayed in the periphery of the conversation as Mitch and Wade
did the obligatory 15 minutes of small talk. Darrin had started to relax
when he happened to glance over at the other guy and saw that he was
staring at Darrin and had a huge smile plastered over his face. Darrin's
face glowed a cherry red and he tried to pull the shirt collar over the
hickey, which only made the guy grin more. Mitch and Wade finally wrapped
up the conversation and Wade turned to Darrin,

      "Well drive careful Darrin. I guess we won't see you again until the
fall."

      "Nope, I probably won't be back until then. I've got my orals next
month so I've got to get ready for those," said Darrin.

      Wade reached up and squeezed his shoulder. "Well take care of
yourself. And this guy too," he said with a backward motion of his head
toward Mitch.

      "Ah, yeah, sure. I'll do what I can," stammered Darrin.

      With that the two of them walked back to their pickup. The hand
turned his head to smile at Darrin again, but to Darrin's surprise Wade
reached over and smacked the back of his head. He was still rubbing the
spot as he climbed in and they drove down the road.

      Darrin turned to Mitch with his arms crossed over his chest. "You
happy? They did notice. Did you see the smirk on that kids face?"

      "Whatever. He just has the hots for you," said Mitch.

      Darrin's mouth opened and closed a few times, at a complete loss of
word. Finally with an inarticulate grunt he stomped in the house to finish
packing. Mitch chuckled and followed after him. Mitch was glad Wade
straightened out that kid or he would have talked to him about flirting
with Darrin.

      The rest of the packing was uneventful and the two were soon on their
way back to the university. Driving through the empty rural highway, Darrin
was lost in thought as he deliberated on how things were going to work once
they were back at school. He finally decided that they would probably just
go back to the way things were, and get together whenever they
could. Definitely the most practical way to deal with it, Darrin decided,
that way it wouldn't impact either of their lives. Yes, they had told each
other that they were in love, but in Darrin's experience that wasn't really
a long-term thing, so practical and logical was certainly the best
solution. Just look how long it took them to get together. If they were
soul mates or some such crap it would have happened in a few days instead
of the months that it did take. Yes, he knew that fear, bad past experience
and a host of other issues had kept him from pushing their relationship
sooner, but Mitch could have initiated it. Damn it, it wasn't his
fault. The other crap just should not have affected anything if it was a
for-real-long-term relationship. Settling it in his mind, he mentally
adjusted to the fact that they would just keep things the way they had been
and maybe they would still have a few intimate moments when it could fit
into their schedules.

      "You're thinkin' too much. Nothing good comes when you are this quiet
for this long," said Mitch, "Tell me what you're thinkin'."

      Darrin glanced over at his traveling companion and nodded. "No,
nothing big.  Just thinking about needing to renew my lease on the
apartment once we're back. I'll only need it for another year and I'll
finish."

      Mitch gave him a confused look. "Why would you do that? I figured
you'd just move in with me."

      Darrin gave Mitch a dumbstruck look and then yanked the pickup back
onto the road as it drifted toward the ditch.

      "Pull over Darrin, before you wreck this little thing and kill us
. . ."

      Darrin slowed and carefully pulled to the side of the road. His
knuckles were leached white from his grip as he stared straight ahead.

      "So, why are you going to renew your lease?" asked Mitch.

      "Well, it just made sense. I assumed that we'd both keep our own
places, cause, you know . . ."

      "No, I don't know. Why don't you explain this to me," said Mitch as
he raised his eyebrows to look at Darrin. "And look at me. Don't go fuckin'
staring into space."

      Darrin turned to look at Mitch, his hands still locked on the
steering wheel.

      "Well, I thought. I assumed. It was just logical . . ." stammered
Darrin.

      "What was logical? And you know what they say about 'assuming'."

      Darrin breathed out a shuddering sigh. "I guess I didn't think you'd
want to live together. Now that we are back at school."

      "Where in the hell did you get that wild ass idea? I'd prefer to live
with the man I love."

      Darrin felt a tear roll down his face and clenched his fists and
screamed, "DAMNIT!"

      Mitch jumped at his outburst, "What the fuck! Did I say something
wrong?"

      Darrin finally released his grip and wiped the moisture from his eyes
and let out a weak laugh. "No, but I swore I wasn't going to bawl in front
of you again. I didn't want you to feel like I was some helpless baby."

      Mitch reached over, gripped the back of Darrin's neck and started
rubbing it. "You are so fuckin' weird sometimes College. Did it ever occur
to you that I like that you are a little sensitive and emotional?"

      Darrin laughed, "No, it didn't. And I'm not sure I believe you. But
thanks anyway." He drew in another breath, "So. . .we're going to live
together? At your house?"

      "Yup, that was the plan big boy! I don't think Storm and Lady would
be welcome at your apartment."

      "No, I guess not," Darrin replied with a chuckle.

      "So it's settled? And you're finished worrying it to death?"

      "Yes . . . It's settled and I'm finished with my worrying."

      "Good! Cause I gotta pee." Mitch grinned at Darrin as he opened the
pickup door.

      Darrin laughed and then climbed out too. Moving around the pickup he
had a moment of deja vu. As he fished his cock out of his jeans, Darrin
recalled his furtive glances at Mitch's equipment on their way to the
station, and how much things had changed in the few weeks since.

      As he heard Mitch's strong stream hitting the ground, Darrin turned
to watch. He was aroused again at the sight of Mitch urinating beside the
pickup, but this time when Mitch smiled at him, Darrin returned it and
continued admiring the view. As Mitch shook off the last drops he asked,
"Did you enjoy the scenery?"

      "Damn right I did! You are so incredibly sexy," said Darrin.

      Mitch smiled and walked over; taking Darrin's cock in his hand he
held it while Darrin finished urinating. After shaking it dry he slowly
started stroking Darrin's dick.

      "Oh fuck Mitch, that's not fair! I have to drive the rest of the way
with a boner now."
      Mitch chuckled and then stuffed Darrin's hardening cock back inside
his pants.

      "Maybe not, get in the truck." said Mitch.

      Darrin moved awkwardly back into the driver's side and watched as
Mitch moved back into his seat. Cautiously moving back onto the highway,
Darrin felt Mitch's hand moving along his thigh.

      "What are you doing?" said Darrin.

      "What does it feel like I'm doin'?" said Mitch with a grin.

      "You know what I mean. And what happened to your concerns about safe
driving?"

      "Don't wreck and it will all be good."

      Darrin let out a gust of air as Mitch's fingers opened his fly and
then moved inside.  Darrin gasped slightly as Mitch fished out his hard
dick. Glancing down he saw Mitch moving closer and his body convulsed as
Mitch blew across the tip.

      "Oh god Mitch, that's not fair!"

      "Life ain't fair babe. Just enjoy the ride."

      Mitch moved closer and touched Darrin's cock with his hot
tongue. Sliding his hand up and down the stiff shaft, he added to the
massive quantities of precum that were flowing down the side of Darrin's
dick. He leaned in and sucked the tip, draining it like a straw. Then he
moved down and started circling his tongue around the sensitive ridge.
Varying its speed, his fist continued to slide up and down the wet surface
of Darrin's now throbbing dick.

      "Shit Mitch! You're going to make me cum if you don't stop."

      Mitch pulled off Darrin's cock, licked his lips and smiled, "That was
the general idea."
      Mitch dove back down, licking and jerking Darrin's cock with
gusto. Darrin felt his body respond and he knew he wouldn't last long as
Mitch's head pistoned in his lap.  Just then they were passed by an
18-wheeler who honked and gave Darrin a two-thumbs up as he drove
past. Darrin turned crimson with embarrassment, but was too close to even
consider stopping Mitch. Darrin felt Mitch's hand slide under his ass,
causing him to struggle to focus as he anticipated what he knew was
coming. Just as he expected a finger began to slide into his butt, finding
his prostate with the accuracy of a guided missile.  Darrin moaned louder
at the intrusion and his legs locked.

      "Damnit! I'm coming!"

      Mitch drove his finger in as far as he could and swallowed Darrin's
dick. Darrin thrust his hips forward and emptied his balls into Mitch's
mouth. His body trembled as the last of his semen flowed into the hot mouth
surrounding his cock. He shook a final time and then collapsed back into
the seat.

      "Oh holy shit! That was amazing."

      Mitch rose up, licking the remnants from his lips and smiled. "It was
damn good, wasn't it?" He glanced at the speedometer and chuckled,

      "Babe, you might want to slow down. You might have trouble explaining
to a cop why we're going over 110."

      Darrin gasped and removed his foot from the gas, letting the pickup
slow back to the speed limit. He then recalled the truck driver and started
laughing. Mitch turned to him with an inquisitive look.

      "Did you hear the truck go around us?"

      Mitch nodded.

      "Well he got a free shot and was cheering me on!"

      Mitch collapsed on the seat in laughter as Darrin blushed again.

      The rest of the trip was uneventful. They discussed the upcoming
semester and Darrin's orals at the end of the summer. But mostly they
planned how to move Darrin into Mitch's house. Normally they would invite
all the other grad students over, provide food and beer, and it would be
done in no time. But neither of them was certain how the other grad
students were going to react. They mutually agreed to work out the details
later, but in the mean time Darrin would live at Mitch's house. The last of
the immediate details were decided just as they pulled into the
departmental parking lot.

      Mitch opened his door and turned to look at Darrin. "So you'll be
over in a few minutes?"

      "Yeah, I'll drop off my dirty crap and grab some clean clothes and be
over shortly."

      "Might as well bring the dirty stuff too. You can use my washer."

      "Yeah, I guess that's true," said Darrin. "I think it's going to take
a little getting use to huh."

      Mitch flashed his million-dollar smile at Darrin. "Yup, it will. But
it will be worth it."

      Darrin glanced around and then landed a quick kiss on Mitch's
cheek. "Yes, it will be worth it."

      Darrin arrived at Mitch's house about an hour later. He grabbed the
dirty clothes, his clean clothes, and a few groceries he had picked up, and
walked into the house.

      "Mitch? Hey Mitch!"

      "I'm right here babe. Come on and I'll show you where you can put
your stuff."

      Darrin followed him into the bedroom and was surprised that Mitch had
moved his clothes around so that Darrin had half the closet and a couple of
drawers in the dresser.  He leaned over and kissed Mitch and then quickly
put his clothes away. He picked up his bag of dirty clothes and looked at
Mitch.

      "Beside the kitchen. It's one of those little apartment sized
washers."

      Darrin nodded and moved to find the washer. Slowly they both worked
back into the rhythm they had established at the ranch. Mitch fed the
horses while Darrin fixed supper. They enjoyed a shower together; washing
and touching each other so that both were chubbed by the time they dried
each other.

      Eventually both guys put on shorts, in case someone dropped by, and
settled in to a night of mindless television. After some good nature
teasing about the whether to watch the Food Network or ESPN, they turned
off the set and moved to the bedroom. Both of them were tired and neither
minded when they silently agreed that some kissing and cuddling was enough
for tonight. Darrin fell asleep very content with Mitch spooned up behind
him.

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      Darrin woke at his typical early hour and quietly got out of
bed. After draining his bladder, he went into the kitchen and made
coffee. As it was brewing, he quietly pulled out the pans to cook
breakfast. Soon the sizzle of eggs and sausage filled the little kitchen.
Darrin jumped when he heard Mitch clear his throat from the doorway.

      "Shit! You scared the crap outta me!"

      Mitch smiled and walked over behind Darrin and hugged him from
behind. Soon he was grinding his cloth-covered erection against Darrin's
butt. Leaning in Mitch whispered into Darrin's ear in a gravely voice,

      "Mornin' sexy. How did you sleep last night?"

      "Good, I dreamed that I was in bed with this incredibly sexy man, and
I woke up and you were still there," said Darrin with a smile.

      "Hmm, right now your incredibly sexy man's mouth tastes like shit,
needs to piss really bad and thinks those eggs smell incredibly good." He
kissed Darrin on the side of the neck, "Be back in a sec."

      Darrin watched as Mitch walked out of the room. Enjoying the sight of
his tight bubble butt as he moved to the bathroom. Soon he heard the sound
of Mitch's morning piss hitting the toilet and then the faucet streaming
out water as he cleaned up. Mitch walked back into the room with his
erection only slightly diminished and sat down at the table.

      "That smells so good babe. Is it about ready? I like my eggs runny so
I can run the toast through 'em."

      Darrin glanced over his shoulder and scowled, "Don't think I'm going
to fix breakfast for you every morning. You need to do your share of the
cookin' too!"

      Mitch leaned over, pulled down the back of his shorts and kissed
Darrin on the ass cheek. "Yes dear, whatever you say dear."

      Darrin grabbed his shorts and pulled them back up. Flustered at
Mitch's antics he tried to think of a retort. Finally he gave up, and
realized that this was one of the things he loved about Mitch, his
irrepressible sense of humor.

      "Asshole." said Darrin.

      "I'd be happy to kiss that too if it'd make you happy babe!" said
Mitch with a chuckle.

      Darrin sat the plates on the table and then smacked Mitch in the back
of the head.  "Just eat you smartass."

      Mitch chuckled again and then dug into his meal. They both ate
quickly, realizing they needed to be at work shortly. They did manage to
shower again, but time was too short for anything more than a few stolen
caresses. As he pulled on his jeans and boots, Darrin briefly wondered if
things around the department would change. Realizing that for now their
relationship was just between them, he was certain that everything would
stay just as it was.

      As they walked out the door, Mitch handed Darrin a key. "It's to the
house. That's the spare so we'll need to make another one soon. But I
thought you'd like to have your own key."

      Darrin smiled and kissed Mitch gently. "Thank you, it does make me
feel better."

      "I thought it might," said Mitch with a smile. "Hey do you need your
pickup today? Cause we could both just take mine if you'd like."

      "Nah, I'd be fine riding with you. I shouldn't need a pickup today."

      Both of them climbed into Mitch's monstrosity and chatted as they
made the short drive to the office. Both were just settling into their
desks when Dr. Koch's secretary stuck her head in their door.

      "Guys, Dr. Koch wants to meet with you, both of you, right after
lunch."

      Darrin tensed and then asked, "Why? I'm not even his grad student."

      She shrugged, "I dunno. But he was very clear that he wanted to talk
to you both, in his office, at 1:00." And with that she turned and walked
off.

      "Damnit! What do you think that's about? And why the fuck would he
want to talk to us both." Darrin leaned in to whisper, "Do you think he
knows, about us?"

      Mitch turned to look at him with an unreadable look on his face. "And
what if he does?"

      Suddenly Darrin knew he had stepped in it, and Mitch was not
happy. "Wait, it's not like that. But we both need to graduate, and Koch
could destroy both our careers if he wanted."

      "I guess we'll find out at 1:00," said Mitch. He then turned and
began working without another comment.

      Time crawled for Darrin. He knew he had upset Mitch but he couldn't
focus enough to think how to fix it. With each passing minute the scenarios
running through his head became more and more ridiculous, and more
plausible to Darrin. He worked through lunch, without realizing that Mitch
had done the same. The final minutes had Darrin literally soaking his shirt
with sweat. Mitch finally turned to him and sighed. He stood and closed the
door. Turning to rifle through his filing cabinet, he barked at Darrin,

      "Strip!"

      "Are you fucking kidding me! We can't have sex now! God damnit he's
going to throw us out of the department and blackball us so we can't get
into another school in the country!"

      "Oh my god," said Mitch. "How am I going to get you to calm down? No,
I am not propositioning you. You've literally worked yourself into a lather
and your shirt is drenched, and while I find that sexy, Koch probably won't
appreciate the scent of my man."
      Mitch gave a lopsided smile and then held out the t-shirt. "It's
loose on me, so it will probably fit you. Change already. The meeting is in
a few minutes."

      Darrin looked at Mitch with his mouth agape for several seconds and
then started peeling off his shirt. As he slid on the dark shirt he
realized it smelled faintly of Mitch.  He pulled the shirt to his nose and
sniffed, smiling as the scent tantalized him.

      "Yeah I know. I wore it before. But it's better than yours that's
soaked with sweat."

      "It's perfect. Let's go."

      A few seconds later they were walking into Dr. Koch's office, the
secretary looked up and motioned them to the chairs to wait. She phoned
Dr. Koch,

      "Mitch and Darrin are here to see you." She paused to listen,
"Alright."

      "Go on back guys. He's expecting you."

      The next few yards felt like a trip to the gallows for Darrin. He was
glad for the dry shirt, because the new one was starting to feel damp as
they knocked. Dr. Koch looked up from his desk and motioned them in as he
finished something on his computer screen. Turning to them he frowned
slightly and motioned to Mitch,

      "McRichards, close the door."

      Those words almost stopped Darrin's heart. He'd been told two things
when he arrived for grad school here; first, don't piss off Koch; second,
you don't ever want to talk to him with his door shut. Grown men had left
those talks in tears.

      Koch looked up at them, drilling them both with his stare. They were
locked in place as he began to speak,

      "Do you know what I hate? Surprises. I fucking hate surprises. Do you
know what I got this morning, yes a fucking turd of a surprise. Right in
the middle of my floor; on a Monday morning. Gentlemen, what do you think
about that?"

      Both of them froze, not knowing how to answer, even if they could
have responded.

      "Great. I also love articulate fucking graduate students. Do you know
my reputation gentlemen? Do you understand that I could fucking rip you a
new asshole and get you kicked out of this department just on force of my
will and the fact that I drag in millions in grant money for this
university. Are you aware of that?"

      They nodded; fear gripped Darrin's stomach until he thought he would
throw up.  Koch stood and looked out his window. The silence stretched out
for an interminable length of time. Finally he began to speak again,

      "You know, the one thing I hate more than surprises is busy bodies. I
don't like to get involved with my students personal lives. Hell, I don't
want to know that my students have personal lives. I just want them to work
their ass off and do the research."

      He turned and gave them an undecipherable look. "So, you've managed
to hit two of the things I hate gentlemen. Most students don't survive just
slightly pissing me off. So apparently you're having a good day."

      He turned to stare out the window again, obviously at a point where
he didn't want to be. When he started talking again his tone was somehow
different. Without turning he asked,

      "Are you two a couple?"

      For a moment both men paused, and then came the simultaneous reply,
"Yes."

      Koch turned and almost smiled and then sat down. "Honesty, from both
of you.  How refreshing. You might just survive this if you keep that
up. Just to let you know, I talked to Wade this morning." He paused and
motioned with his hands, "And no, he didn't out you. But Wade did refer to
you as a couple. It wasn't intentional I assure you."

      He turned to Mitch, "McRichards, this better not effect your work. I
know you don't love academia, but you do need to finish this and I swear to
God I'll kick your ass back to east Texas if you screw up."

      Turning to Darrin, "Same goes for you Anderson. Don't fuck up your
research and you damn well better be ready for your orals. I am on your
committee and you damn well better be ready.

      And no, we aren't having this little chat because you are a gay
couple. I couldn't fucking care less. It would be pretty much the same talk
for any couple. At least you aren't going to be back in here in a month or
two to tell me there's a baby on the way. But students fuck up when they
are in . . . rut, and fucking up will get you thrown out on your
ear. That's not a threat gentlemen, that's a promise!"

      He paused and glared at them both, reaching in he pulled a cigar from
inside his desk and lit it. Puffing out he blew a cloud of smoke toward the
window.

      "Yes, I know smoking is banned in the campus buildings. What are they
going to do? I was tenured before either of you were born so fuck 'em." He
paused and took another puff on his cigar and then glared at them both.

      "Now since my day is royally fucked, I'm going to ignore my own rule
and give you personal advise." He took another puff, "Whether you want it
or not."

      Gripping the cigar in his teeth, he turned to the window again. "When
you get older you will realize that you have a choice in life. You can live
your life, or you can lead the life that someone else thinks you should
live. It's your choice. The people who count will stick with you, fuck the
rest of them."

      He ground out the cigar and stared out the window, the thick silence
filling the room. Finally he started talking again, "Don't screw this up if
it's real. You may not get another chance."

      Then he turned, obviously the personal talk was over and hard-ass
Dr. Koch was back. "Get out, I have work to do and you've already fucked up
most of my day. You damn well better not screw up any of the research!"

      Motioning us out, we got up to leave and then he laughed
slightly. "By the way, there is a bluff on the station that's popular with
couples. Just so you know, there is a great view to it from all
directions."

      He looked up to see that Darrin's face was scarlet with
embarrassment.

      "Oh fuck. Get out!" he roared.

      Mitch grabbed Darrin and dragged him out. They almost ran back to
their office and then closed the door. Sitting down they stared at each
other, giddy with relief. Mitch leaned over and kissed Darrin on the cheek.

      "We survived. Hot damn, we survived." said Darrin.

      "Yes, we did. And everything is fine."

      Darrin turned to Mitch and got down on his knees in front of him. "Oh
god Mitch.  I'm so sorry if I acted like I was embarrassed about us. I was
just scared, and, well I haven't exactly had a great track record in the
romance area. But you are more important than this place. I'd leave and go
with you anywhere if that's what you wanted. You are the most important
thing to me."

      Mitch pulled him up and kissed his lips. "I know babe, but its good
to hear you say it. I get frustrated too and sometimes I need to be
reminded that I'm not always right.  Usually I am, but not 'always'." Both
men chuckled. "But we both have to remember to talk and let the other
person know what's going on. And we will hit bumps in the road but it'll be
ok."

      "Ok, we need to get busy or Koch will kick our asses. We can't slack
off just because it's summer," said Darrin.

      That statement was a precursor to a whirlwind of activity over the
next few days.  Both Darrin and Mitch were buried in working with the data
they had collected while at the station. They were at the house only long
enough to change clothes and catch a little sleep. They took comfort from
the others presence in bed, but were too exhausted for more than
cuddling. Finally Friday rolled around and they realized that they needed
to move Darrin but were not sure how to handle it. In passing Darrin
mentioned needing to move to one of the other graduate students, and before
he knew it word had been passed that there was a moving party at his
house. After the third person had stopped by their office to ask directions
Darrin looked at Mitch with a look of disbelief and shrugged his shoulders.

      "Well, I guess we'll see how this goes."

      "It'll go fine babe. Just relax," said Mitch. "But I would pack your
toys and porn before they show up in the morning."

      Mitch collapsed in laughter as Darrin turned red and threw a book at
him.

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      Early the next morning they were boxing up Darrin's things to get
them ready to move. Mitch looked up in time to see Darrin walk by with a
small box and he snickered when Darrin didn't look at him. As Darrin walked
through the door he said, "Not a word or I will punch you right in your
handsome face."

      "Yes dear. Not a word from me," said Mitch with a chuckle.

      By mid-day the other grad students started showing up. Most of the
people came ready to help and everything was moved in short order. In a few
hours they had moved everything to Mitch's house and cleaned the
apartment. Darrin walked through a last time and then climbed in his pickup
to drive to Mitch's, no their, house. When he pulled up, he saw that the
drinking and eating part of the moving party was well underway. Darrin
carried the last of the boxes to their bedroom and then went out and got a
beer.

      He checked on the small groups of people as he walked around the
yard. Satisfied that everyone was having a good time; he headed to where
Mitch was visiting with a few of the newer grad students. He grabbed an
extra beer and walked over. Mitch reached up and gripped his neck and
squeezed it a few times as he listened to the conversation. At a break in
the conversation, Darrin handed him the beer.

      "Thanks babe," said Mitch, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek.

      Darrin turned bright red at the unconscious display of affection from
Mitch. His ears were practically on fire as he heard a few giggles and a
soft "awe" sound from the immediate crowd. But he also thought he heard a
snort of derision. He realized after a few minutes that he was holding his
breath in anticipation. About the time he started to relax, he heard a
pickup revved and then tires peeling out of the gravel driveway. Darrin let
out an internal sigh, hoping he was reading far too much into it. But for
the most part the world hadn't ended, the burning torches and pitchforks
were nowhere to be seen. He was certain this wasn't the end of it, but it
didn't seem to be that much of a deal right now.

      Just as he was relaxing again, he spotted a huge hulk of a man
swiftly moving through the crowd, directly toward him. As he got closer
Darrin recognized him as one of the newer PhD students who he didn't really
know well. He had been a football linebacker at some university before
coming here, and he still had the massive body to show for it. He always
looked like a redneck though in his perennial attire of overall's, boots
and three-day beard. The closer he got, the larger Darrin realized he was,
at least 6' 6" he realized, since he was looking up to him. Finally he
stopped right in front of Darrin, who braced for the confrontation.

      "So. Mitch's your boyfriend?"

      Darrin gulped and shrank back a little. Then steeling himself, he
stood ramrod straight and looked him straight in the eye.

      "Yes. He is."

      At that a huge smile broke across the giant's face and he reached
down and grabbed Darrin's hand and pumped it.

      "That's fantastic! Congratulations! If you guys are interested in
catching a movie sometime just let us know. Sam and I would love to go out
with another couple."

      Darrin's mind reeled as he tried to absorb the information. His mouth
flashed through a multitude of shapes before he managed to squeak out,
"Sam?"

      The big guy turned and motioned to a nearby crowd and a slender
redhead separated himself from a small group and walked over. Once he had
joined them, he held out his hand to Darrin,

      "Hi, I'm Sam, Samuel, but Gordy calls me Sam."

      "Hi Sam, I'm Darrin."

      "So my partner here is playing welcome wagon, again. He tends to be a
little enthusiastic some times," said Sam with a significant look at Gordy.

      "Oh no, He was great. He just mentioned that we should grab a movie
sometime.  Mitch and I and you and Gordy."

      Sam elbowed Gordy in the side and scowled at him, but it was obvious
even to Darrin that it was good-natured. Sam turned back to Darrin and
smiled again.

      "That would be great. Actually I'd love to grab a movie with ya'll
sometime. I'm working at the university IT while Gordy finishes his degree
but I'm sure we can find some time."

      "That sounds great Sam."

      "Well we better go. I have crap to deal with from work."

      "Yeah, no problem. It was great to meet you both."

      "Same here Darrin." said Gordy.

      Darrin watched as they walked away, thinking he would have never put
those two men together. But obviously it worked for them.

      The rest of the evening went by without a hitch. He and Mitch moved
through the crowd, talking with people they knew and meeting ones they
didn't. After the last straggler left, they collapsed together on the
couch.

      "I'm not sure it wouldn't have been easier to move me ourselves,"
said Darrin.

      "It might've been less drama, but it would have taken us a few days
and we'd of been exhausted."

      "You do realize you so out'd us tonight too?"

      "I did? When?" said Mitch.

      "Oh, about the time you kissed me," said Darrin with a slight blush
as he recalled the incident.

      Mitch laughed, "Well, that would explain a few comments I got
tonight."

      Darrin nodded and chuckled, "Yeah, I bet. Oh, and we also have new
couple friends, Gordy and Samuel."

      "Gordy Hager? He's fucking brilliant! Didn't know he was gay though."

      "Gordy? Overalls, redneck Gordy? Tall, huge guy? He's brilliant?"

      "Oh hell yes. I've been in a few classes with him. The dude is
amazingly smart."

      "Well, that's what I get . . ." Darrin shook his head, "Anyway,
yeah. Met his partner, nice guy."

      "Well I'll be damned. Gordy's got a man. Who'd a thought," mused
Mitch. He then turned and smiled at Darrin. "And speaking of getting a
man. I'm horny as a three- spotted goat tonight!"

      "A what? Where the hell do you come up with these things?" said
Darrin.

      Mitch grabbed his hand as he rose from the couch. Pulling at him, he
said, "You wanna talk, or do you wanna . . ."

      Darrin quickly uncoiled and followed Mitch to the bedroom. Stopping
at the bed, they wrapped their arms around each other and Darrin stared
into Mitch's eyes. A shiver went through his body as he recognized the lust
in Mitch's eyes. More than willing to accommodate his need, he kissed
Mitch's neck softly and began unbuttoning his shirt.  Once the last button
was released, Mitch shrugged his shoulders and the shirt fell ignored to
the floor as the pair passionately kissed and caressed. Darrin heard a
quiet growl come from Mitch as Darrin's nails slid over his taut
nipples. Kissing down his torso, Darrin soon found himself kneeling,
exactly where he wanted to be. He slowly unbuckled the belt and then jeans
in front of him, allowing them to slip down to Mitch's ankles. Darrin raked
his fingers slowly up and down Mitch's thighs. He enjoyed the coarse hair
gliding under his finger tips, but even more he hungered over the rapidly
enlarging wet spot in Mitch's underwear and the shape of the thick, hard
cock trapped in them.

      Gripping Mitch's hips, Darrin plunged forward and started chewing his
cock through the wet cloth. As he bit and sucked his way up and down
Mitch's dick he heard the moans and grunts that were a clear indication of
his boyfriends mounting desire.  Suddenly Darrin felt himself being pulled
up and shoved across the bed. Darrin was practically panting in
anticipation as he watched Mitch crawl onto the bed and strip Darrin of his
pants. Quickly Mitch progressed until the last of Darrin's clothing lay
strewn around the room. Darrin lifted his legs and opened himself to
Mitch. Mitch moved off the bed and hungrily stared at Darrin as he pushed
off his underwear. Rummaging in the drawer for a few seconds he retrieve a
large bottle of lube. He crawled across the bed again and slapped Darrin on
the hip.

      "Roll over," he said with a growl.

      Darrin obeyed and rolled to his stomach, his legs spread wide as he
watched Mitch coat his hand with lube. Sighing as the cool liquid slid over
his butt, he felt only pleasure as first one and then two fingers wormed
their way into him. Rising up slightly, Darrin slid a pillow under his
pelvis and then completely relaxed against the bed. As Mitch added a third
finger, Darrin felt them bump against his prostrate. He moaned and pushed
back, wanting whatever Mitch was giving. When he felt the addition of soft
kisses that trailed down his back to his butt cheek, he was ready.

      "Mitch, do it. I need you in me!"

      Mitch gave him a lust-filled leer and let his fingers pop
out. Ripping open the condom package, he unrolled it on his cock, lubing
the outside of the latex. With that Mitch moved between Darrin's legs and
started pushing into the hot ass in front of him.  Darrin expected the
slow, gentle entry that Mitch normally gave him. But this time the need was
more urgent, and the entry more forceful. Darrin's need was more than he
realized though and he heard himself moan as Mitch hit bottom.

      "Oh god babe, yes. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

      Mitch lay on Darrin's back. The sensation of his hard cock inside
Darrin's tunnel and his hairy chest rubbing on his back was driving Darrin
to delirium. Mitch was in a similar state as he pounded Darrin
frantically. The sounds, smells and heat of their lovemaking engulfed them
both. Darrin knew he wouldn't last long; the sensations were just too
delicious. He started working his ass, milking Mitch's cock. Then it
started, his scrotum becoming corrugated in its contraction as his nuts
pumped cream onto the bed.  As his ass constricted around Mitch's rampant
cock, he felt Mitch's hot body slam against him over and over
again. Grapping Darrin's hips, Mitch pinned his cock deep inside Darrin's
hot ass and starting shooting.

      "Oh god yes. That's it. I'm fuckin' filling your ass with my juice."

      Darrin squirmed and squeezed his ass muscles, enjoying the sensation
of his man lying on top of him as the final waves of orgasm rolled through
him. With a few final jerks Mitch completely emptied his nuts, and then
collapsed on top of Darrin.

      "Oh my god," he said as he panted, "That was amazing."

      "God yes, you were amazing," said Darrin.

      They relaxed for a few minutes and then realized the extent of the
mess they had made and laughed. They quickly cleaned up and replaced the
dirty bedding. Crawling back into their bed, they cuddled against each
other.

      <><><><><><>

      The next few weeks zipped by for Darrin as his oral exams loomed
closer and closer. With long hours of study, and short hours of sleep,
Darrin became increasingly difficult to be around. After his latest tirade
about losing one of his favorite socks, Mitch decided something had to be
done. Spending the afternoon finalizing his plans, he walked into the
living room in late afternoon, mentally preparing himself for what he hoped
was going to be a short battle.

      "We're going out tonight. You need to get ready."

      Darrin looked up, his face distorted into a mask of disbelief, "Are
you fucking kidding me! I can't go anywhere. I need to study."

      "Babe, you have been studying non-stop for the last month. You need a
break, just a little break."

      "No, absolutely not! I don't have time. What don't you fucking get
about it!?"

      Mitch crossed his arms over his chest, his eye flicking to the window
and then back at Darrin. "Well you can explain it to Gordy and Sam, 'cause
they just pulled up."

      Darrin ran to the window and stared out, turning to Mitch with a look
of fury, "You fuckin' invited them over! Without talking to me! God
Damnit!"

      Mitch stepped closer until he was inches from Darrin's face,
"Stop. Now. Before you say something you're going to regret later."

      Darrin started a retort, and clamped his jaw shut at the sound of a
knock at the door. Mitch moved to open it. Standing on the porch were Gordy
and Sam, Gordy looking much as he had when Darrin first met him. Sam looked
more, preppy, and wore a look of concern. Gordy stepped through the door
and hugged Mitch and then grabbed Darrin's shoulder and squeezed it. Sam's
greeting was a more reserved nod to them both.  Gordy looked at Darrin and
smiled,

      "Are we early? Looks like you aren't quite ready to go yet Darrin,"
said Gordy.

      "He was just about to jump in the shower," answered Mitch, "We'll be
ready in just a couple of minutes." And with that he planted both hands on
Mitch's back and pushed him toward the bedroom and closed the door behind
them. As Darrin undressed he glared at Mitch, mouthing 'this is not over'
as he walked into the shower. Mitch started laying Darrin out some clothes
when he heard Gordy from the other room,

      "Come on guys, no time for hanky-panky. I've been craving Rudy's ever
since Mitch called," yelled Gordy.

      Hearing that, Darrin ripped back the shower curtain and mouthed
'Rudy's!' at Mitch, flipped him off, and then slammed the curtain back
shut. Mitch couldn't help but chuckle, because he knew it was one of
Darrin's favorite places to eat. He decided that Darrin was going to
cooperate, even though he was pissed, and moved out to chat with Sam and
Gordy. As they were visiting, they heard Darrin get out of the shower, and
begin getting dress, although not without the drama of hearing a few things
thrown around the room. Even Sam chuckled when Mitch put an innocent look
on his face and shrugged at the noise. But a surprisingly short time later
Darrin appeared, at least outwardly ready to go.

      They all climbed into Gordy's four-door pickup for the short trip. It
turned out to be a surprisingly pleasant drive, with Darrin making an
effort to be congenial.  Fortunately the wait at the restaurant was short
and the barbeque was tasty. On the drive back to the house, the
conversation was relaxed with all four men enjoying each other's
company. Once they pulled up to the house, Mitch invited the others in for
a beer. Gordy glanced at Sam and got an imperceptible nod. As they enjoyed
the ice-cold beer, they continued their conversation. Gordy started telling
stories from his days playing college football and soon had them all
laughing so hard they were gasping for air. Sam glanced at his watch and
nudged Gordy,

      "We need to go. We both have a lot of crap to do."

      "Yeah, you're right," said Gordy, "Thanks for the invite guys. We had
a great time tonight."

      Darrin looked a little embarrassed and nodded, "We did too. A really
good time!  Thanks for coming over."

      And at that the evening rapidly broke up. Darrin and Mitch stood on
the porch with Darrin's arm around Mitch's neck, waving goodbye. Once the
pickup was out of sight, Darrin curled his arm into a headlock and started
rubbing his knuckles over Mitch's head.

      "Asshole! You pulled a fast one on me."

      Mitch laughed and reached between Darrin's legs and gripped his
package, "Yes, I did, and don't you feel better?"

      "I'll show you how much better I feel!" Grabbing the smaller man,
Darrin threw him over his shoulder, carried him into the bedroom and
dropped Mitch onto the bed.  Quickly stripping him, and then flung his own
clothes onto the floor. He crawled beside Mitch. Their hands explored as
their lips pressed hard against each other. Mitch's lips parted slightly,
allowing Darrin to slip his tongue inside. As their passionate kissing
continued, both sets of hands found the objects of their quest. Their
mutual stroking was punctuated with heavy panting as the lack of recent
activity resulted in little staying power for either of them. Their
movements and caresses continued as the pressure built until they reached
their limits and both men started barreling toward orgasm. Now jacking
furiously, their kisses reduced to small bites and panting, Darrin felt
scalding cum splatter across his stomach, giving him the final push over
the edge and he started shooting his load across Mitch's torso. Reduced to
twitching muscle and gasping for breath, the two of them collapsed against
the bed.

      "Shit. I really needed that. You're amazing baby," said Darrin.

      Mitch kissed him back and caressed his face, "You are the amazing one
my love.  And someday you'll see that." Mitch chuckled, "If I don't kill
you before your Orals that is."
      Darrin laughed, "I know, I've been a royal pain in the ass. I promise
I'll try to calm down."

      Mitch smiled and kissed Darrin, knowing that he would move back into
his world of study soon enough. He rolled over and grabbed the towel from
Darrin's earlier shower and cleaned them both off. Wrapping his arms around
Darrin, he pulled the sheet over them as they settled in for the last full
nights sleep either of them would have for some time.

      <><><><><>

      Darrin knew he had not been particularly easy to live with over the
last month.  The closer it got to his Orals, the less pleasant he was to be
around. Last week he had even managed to make Gordy mad during one of his
tirades. But Mitch seemed to have weathered the storm, at least so far. The
exam was only hours away and he'd seen to every detail. It would all be
perfect.

      He looked up as the office door opened to see Mitch walk in with his
arms loaded with food. Darrin smiled slightly, thankful that Mitch had
volunteered to get the food for the snacks for the dissertation
committee. They'd talked about what Darrin wanted last night, so he was
sure there wouldn't be any issues. He glanced over again and frozen in
horror; all the bags said "Wal-mart".

      "What did you do?" Darrin screeched.

      Mitch let out a long sigh and then turned to look at Darrin. "What's
wrong?"

      "Walmart? You bought the fuckin' snacks at Walmart!"

      Mitch calmly laid the bags on his desk, turned and walked over until
he was touching Darrin, and then leaned down.

      "Just so you know, if this is some kind of sick test, you aren't
going to run me off.  If this is how you handle stress, we're getting you
some help. But you're stuck with me," Mitch said, "Also, you will be
apologizing to Gordy. Personally I can't believe he didn't punch you. What
I got will be fine. They aren't grading your snacks. I'll take care of that
part. You need to focus on passing." Mitch gave a feral smile, "And not
alienating all of our friends!"

      Darrin's brows furrowed, his body tensed and his face turned red as
he prepared to rip into Mitch and tell him how useless he was. He stood up,
pushing Mitch back as he did, leaning in so their noses almost
touched. Darrin inhaled and gazed into those eyes; and paused. Fortunately
for Darrin something stopped him. In almost a death throes flashback he
reviewed the past month and realized how difficult he had been to be
around.  Horrified he fell into the chair and buried his face in his
hands. His comprehension of how close he had come to ruining everything
crashed down on him, he looked up at his boyfriend and saw his questioning
look.

      "I'm sorry Mitch. You can't know how sorry I am. I've been an ass for
the last month and you haven't decked me!"

      Mitch barked out a laugh, "It was close a few times." He reached down
and squeezed Darrin's shoulder, "It's fine. We're fine. Your orals are in
an hour and you will do great." His face broke into a broad smile, "And
I'll be the queen of snacks!"

      Darrin glanced up with his face frozen in an unreadable expression,
wondering if Mitch realized what he had just said. As their eyes locked,
Mitch wiggled his eyebrows and blew him a kiss. At that point Darrin
couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. Soon he was laughing
so hard that tears were rolling down his face. He stood and wrapped his
arms around Mitch, hugged him and then kissed him tenderly.

      "Thank you, for putting up with me," said Darrin.

      Mitch kissed him back, "I've got your back babe. Now, go through the
last of those torturous equations and I'll get everything else ready."

      The next hour flew by and Darrin soon found himself walking into the
conference room with his committee. He glanced over and saw that Mitch had
taken care of everything and he was impressed, not a single Walmart plastic
clamshell could be seen.  The end of the next hour found Darrin leaning
against the wall, waiting for his committee to decide if he had passed or
failed after he had discussed, argued and explained his research from every
conceivable angle. The exam had been more challenging than he thought it
would be, with one of his committee being unusually inquisitive about the
quality of his research. But now the wait had seem to go on for a longer
than normal time.  Suddenly the door opened and they ushered him
back. After a few more seconds, one of them realized that he was waiting
for an answer.

      "Darrin, for god's sake. Relax. You passed of course!"

      After that point there was little that Darrin remembered, other than
the fact that none of them seemed to consider that he wouldn't pass. After
numerous slaps on the back, and congratulatory handshakes, he headed back
to his office.

      Mitch leaned back in his chair as Darrin walked in, watching as
Darrin's skin returned to a normal tint. Finally Darrin looked over and
gave a small smile,

      "I passed."

      Mitch chuckled, and then softly laughed, soon laughing so hard that
he was gasping for air. After a few minutes he was able to regain his
composure and he scooted his chair over and kissed Darrin.

      "My boyfriend, the master of understatement! You torture everyone
around you for a solid month, and after it's over I get a little 'I
passed'. I should beat the shit out of you just on principle!"

      Darrin's crooked smile broadened, "Yeah, you probably should."

      "Well luckily your boyfriend is very understanding," said Mitch with
a smile, "Get your stuff, I'm taking you out to The Republic tonight to
celebrate."

      "The Republic! Really?"

      "Yes really! Where else would I take my man to celebrate passing his
orals," said Mitch, "It'll also give you a chance to tell Gordy that you're
sorry. Cause he and Sam are going with us. So come on, lets go
home. They're meeting us there at 7:00pm."

      The rest of the evening was a blur to Darrin. But he did apologize
profusely to Gordy, who of course brushed it off as nothing, but Darrin
could tell from the look on Sam's face that it was needed. The steaks and
beer were excellent, and Darrin enjoyed that he could absolutely relax with
Gordy and Sam. After goodbyes, Darrin was glad the drive home was
mercilessly short. As they walked through the door, Darrin had the feeling
that something was different but he couldn't put his finger on it. Before
he could work out the issue, Mitch seated him on the couch.

      "Don't move. I have surprises for you," said Mitch.

      Darrin watched as he almost ran to the bedroom and returned after a
short time with a small flat box. Mitch flopped on the couch beside him and
handed Darrin the box.

      "Open it!"

      "If I didn't know better, I'd think it was jewelry."

      Mitch laughed, "Nope, much better than jewelry."

      Darrin slowly started opening the box. As he lifted the lid, he saw
what appeared to be a carefully folded form.

      "Open it!"

      Darrin gave Mitch an inquisitive look and slowly opened the paper. He
immediately recognized it, and looked up at Mitch.

      "You got tested!"

      "Yup, got tested for everything. My pecker is sparkling clean!"

      Darrin cracked up laughing at Mitch's description. Then he pulled his
wallet out, removed an identical piece of paper, and handed it to Mitch.

      "I did too. Just to double check, and so you'd know."

      "When?" asked Mitch.

      "When we got back from the station."

      Grinning Mitch took both pieces of paper and laid them aside. Leaning
in he kissed Darrin, letting their lips linger as he pressed in again and
again, covering Darrin with kisses. Running his fingers over Darrin's
goatee he smiled at the feel.

      "I love your goatee, it's so sexy."

      Darrin leaned and nipped at Mitch's cheek and then ran his hands over
Mitch's face. The rough texture translating into erotic sensations that
traveled down to his groin.  Reaching for Mitch's shirt, he started to undo
the snaps. Mitch grabbed his hands and kissed him again.

      "No College, I have something else in mind for tonight."

      Mitch stood and pulled Darrin from the couch, leading him into the
bedroom.  Darrin was surprised to see the room softly lit by a number of
candles. A few feet from the foot of the bed was the missing element Darrin
had sensed when they came into the house, an overstuffed chair. He gave
Mitch an inquisitive look.

      "It's your night tonight, stud. I just want you to enjoy."

      And with that Mitch started undressing him. Slowly he unbuttoned
Darrin's shirt, kissing his neck with each button. As the last button fell
away, Mitch ran his hands over Darrin's hairy chest. Targeting his nipples,
Mitch rubbed his thumbs over the pink protrusions. Darrin's head flopped
back and moaned softly as he enjoyed the treatment that Mitch was giving
him.

      Mitch pushed the shirt up, sliding it over Darrin's shoulders and
then letting it fall to the floor. As his hands slowly slid over Darrin's
back, Mitch sucked and bit on his neck.  Darrin's senses were submerged in
the delicious foreplay, oblivious to anything other than his mounting
ardor. Just as he thought it couldn't get any better, Mitch pushed him into
the chair and pulled off his boots and socks, tossing them to the side. He
reached up and opened Darrin's jeans, slowly sliding down the zipper until
they were splayed open and displaying the black jockstrap that Darrin was
wearing. Mitch ran his hands lightly over Darrin's package and smiled.

      "Babe, did you buy every color they had?"

      Darrin blushed and then laughed, "Maybe . . ."

      Mitch chuckled and then slipped Darrin's jeans off. Mitch slowly ran
his fingernails through the thick hair on Darrin's thighs, getting close to
the cloth-covered package, but never touching it. Mitch smiled as each pass
of his fingers caused Darrin's cock to flex and the wet spot on his jock to
expand. Kneeling in front of Darrin, Mitch reached up and grabbed the
jockstrap, smiling at Darrin as he teasingly tugged on it.

      "Ready for this to come off babe?"

      "Oh god yes! I'm so horned up!"

      Mitch started pulling them down and Darrin lifting his ass to
help. As they slid down his legs, Darrin's wet, hard cock flipped out and
smacked against his stomach. A loud groan erupted from his lips.

      Darrin felt Mitch's hot hand wrap around his throbbing cock. Biting
his bottom lip he watched as Mitch extended his tongue, sliding it around
the drenched head and licking it clean. Slipping it from his mouth, Mitch
sighed at the taste of Darrin's clear juice.  Looking up at Darrin he
smiled,

      "How was that babe? Is that what you wanted?"

      "Fucker! Suck it! Shit I need to come!"

      "Oh lover, we are only getting started. Now, you can only watch until
I tell you otherwise. You can't touch me," Mitch flicked it finger against
Darrin's aching cock, "Or yourself."

      "Ok, yeah. God you are torturing me!"

      "That is kinda the idea!" said Mitch with a smile.

      Mitch stood and flipped on music. As the erotic dance music pulsed
out of the iPod, Mitch started to strip for Darrin. He slowly popped apart
the lowest shirt snap, then tugged harder and instantly opened his shirt to
his sternum. Mitch moved in time to the music as he ground his hairy abs
against Darrin's bare shoulders. Moving to Darrin's lap, Mitch ground his
ass against Darrin's crotch before dancing away.

      He ripped open the last snaps as he danced and pulled Darrin's head
back against him, running his hands over Darrin's chest. He spent several
minutes running his hands back and forth over Darrin's torso as he rubbed
his writhing torso against Darrin. Moving off, he opened the button of his
jeans. Sliding the zipper down, it soon became obvious that Mitch was
commando. Darrin's lust was rising as he watched his boyfriend strip and
give him a lap dance. Even if he could, Darrin wouldn't have dared to touch
himself or he would have exploded. The glimpse of Mitch's wiry pubic hair
busting from his open fly caused Darrin to moan loudly.

      Mitch turned his back to Darrin as his pants slipped over his
hips. The jeans caught at his thighs for a few seconds while Mitch gyrated
his hairy ass. With a shake Mitch dropped his pants. Stepping out of his
jeans, he backed closer to Darrin. Bending forward, his butt cheeks parted
as his torso swayed. Darrin's lust mounted as he grabbed at Mitch's ass,
the ass he would love to taste. Mitch dodged his grab and teasingly shook
his finger at Darrin and move away. Mitch finally turned, his cock hard and
tucked against his stomach as he again moved back to Darrin's
lap. Straddling his lover's body, he pressed their swollen members against
each other as he kissed down on Darrin's neck.  As their panting reached a
fever pitch, Mitch moved off Darrin's lap and turned off the music.

      "I don't need someone else's music for this," said Mitch with a leer.

      Mitch crawled on the bed, his ass flexing as Darrin watched. Mitch
opened his legs, fully exposing his fur-covered hole. Looking back so
Darrin could watch, Mitch slowly took one of his fingers in his mouth and
started sucking it. Darrin moaned as Mitch tongued his finger, wishing it
was his cock instead.

      "Oh shit! You are so fuckin' hot," said Darrin.

      Mitch smiled and let his finger side from between his lips. Reaching
back he started rubbing his wet finger over his tight pink hole. Just
allowing the tip to enter his ass, he moaned loudly at the sensation.

      "What does that do for you babe? Do you like watching me play with my
ass?"  said Mitch through a gasp.

      Darrin was mesmerized. Practically hyperventilating, with a look of
hunger and disbelieve plastered on his face, Darrin finally found a voice,

      "Oh god baby. You look unbelievably hot. Damn you are so sexy!"

      Mitch groaned and with agonizing slowness, buried his finger in his
butt. Starting to finger his own butt, Mitch watched Darrin's cock leak so
heavily that it could be seen glistening in the candlelight. Reaching to
the bedside table, he pulled the bottle of lube to him, reached back, and
drenched his ass crack with it. Mitch slid his fingers up and down his now
soaked crack, watching Darrin as he slipped two fingers into his butt and
started moving them faster and faster.

      Mitch gasped and lowered his head to the bed, knowing that Darrin was
watching made everything so much hotter. As he added a third finger, a
burning pain flared around his hole. Panting, with his cock now dripping
non-stop precum, Mitch looked back and saw a look of pure lust on his man's
face.

      A moan escaped Darrin's lips as the wet sounds of Mitch's finger
fucking surround them. Mitch let his fingers slip out, panting for a few
seconds to cool his passion. Raising himself onto his elbows, Mitch smiled
at Darrin when he saw his state of arousal.

      "Come here babe," said Mitch.

      Moving like he was in a trance, Darrin crawled onto the bed and let
Mitch move his body until he was on his back, with his steel hard erection
jutting from his groin. He watched as Mitch straddled him and started
grinding his ass against Darrin. Both men are past anything but moans and
guttural sounds as Mitch reached between his legs and pulled Darrin's cock
against his ass. Rising up he lowered himself until Darrin felt his
cockhead surrounded by slick, hot ass.

      "Fuck!" said Darrin, as he fought hard against the urge to thrust
into Mitch.

      Mitch looked down and smiled at the thrashing body under him. He
reached down and put both his hands on Darrin's pecs and squeezed. With his
grip on Darrin's hairy chest, he started lowering himself onto Darrin. He
felt his ass stretching to accommodate the plum sized head of Darrin's
dick. The burning peaking, he pushed out and felt the head slip through the
first gate. Panting through the pain, he started kneading Darrin's pecs,
running his palms over his nipples.

      "Oh fuck! Your ass is so hot! I can't believe how tight you are!"
said Darrin with a moan.

      As the pain receded, Mitch started moving his ass slowly. "You feel
amazing babe! Your cock is filling my ass so good!"

      And with that Mitch arched his back and began lowering
himself. Ignoring the pain, he moved down steadily. Darrin's girth was
stretching him wide as the flesh burrowed deep into him. Finally, Darrin's
soft pubic hair pressed against his ass. Darrin watched as the familiar
twins of pain and pleasure warred across Mitch's face. He reached up and
ran his hands over Mitch's chest, feeling his body slowly relax and begin
to move.

      "Oh god baby. You are so sexy, so incredible!" said Darrin.

      Mitch chuckled a little, "You're fuckin' thick!"

      Darrin laughed and flicked Mitch's nipples and then continued to run
his hands over his boyfriend's incredibly sexy body. Mitch began to move
slowly, moving slightly up and down Darrin's cock. Darrin watched as the
pleasure overcame the pain and Mitch's motions became more relaxed. Knowing
that he hadn't yet hit Mitch's sweet spot, Darrin gripped his hips and
moved at a slightly different angle, finally feeling his cock connect with
Mitch's prostate. Darrin almost laughed as Mitch's muscular body shuddered.

      "Oh holyshit!" screamed Mitch.

      Having found the spot, Darrin grabbed Mitch tight. Knowing that
neither of them would last long after the delicious buildup Mitch had done,
he stabbed over and over into Mitch's pleasure center. Mitch's head was
thrown back and Darrin could never remember him being louder. Mitch soon
took over, riding Darrin hard and fast as they both raced toward their
climax. Darrin grabbed Mitch's dripping cock and started pounding it hard
and fast, enjoying the sight of Mitch's body twisting on top of him. As his
breathing became more ragged and his motions erratic, Darrin knew he would
soon get his liquid treasure. With only a few more strokes Mitch's dick
exploded, the first shot leaving a thick white trail across Darrin's
face. The next few shots were only slightly less powerful, lodging
themselves into his goatee and down his neck. Mitch's muscles locked around
Darrin's cock as he came, milking it. The erotic ripples drove Darrin
beyond his limit and he started unloading into Mitch. His balls drained as
he thrust his dick into Mitch again and again.

      As Darrin twitched with the last of his orgasm, Mitch lay across his
chest. They cuddled and relaxed as their intimate explorations lazily
continued. As they cooled, Mitch reached up and kissed Darrin's cheek,
flicking his tongue out to catch a stray drop of cum.

      "Congratulations babe, you did great on your orals. You're amazing!"
said Mitch.

      Darrin chuckled and shook his head, "I'll never understand, but I
love you so much. And tonight, god you were amazing."

      Mitch smiled broadly and looked into Darrin's eyes, "Babe."

      "Yeah."

      "You got another gift tonight that you didn't even know about."

      Darrin looked at him, slightly concerned. "I did?"

      "Yeah," said Mitch, "You got my cherry."

      "What!" said Darrin

      He kissed Darrin and then laughed at Darrin's look of shock. "Yes
babe, you were my first. I've never let anyone fuck me before."

      "Ohmygod!" said Darrin as he started to tear up. Then a sense of
concern began to fill him.

      "Was it? Was I? You know . . ."

      Mitch laughed at him again, "Damn you really don't know do you. It
was amazing, especially when you found that right spot in my ass," Mitch
laughed softly, "I think I've joined the ranks of the versatile after
tonight."

      Darrin smiled hugely and hugged Mitch close. The two of them relaxed
in their post-orgasm glow. Finally Darrin's cock softened enough that it
slipped out. Suddenly Mitch looked at Darrin with an odd look on his face.

      "What's wrong babe? Talk to me," said Darrin.

      "I'm . . . ahhh . . . leaking."

      Darrin looked at him for several long seconds before it dawned on him
what Mitch was saying. Mitch's contorted face was too much and Darrin
started laughing hard.  Mitch punched him hard in the shoulder.

      "Shutup asshole!"

      Darrin rubbed his shoulder and suppressed a chuckle. Spying a t-shirt
within reach he snagged it and helped Mitch clean up. After a few awkward
minutes, they both started laughing about it. As they cuddled against each
other Darrin was again shocked at his luck in finding Mitch and hoped the
rest of their year would be as easy as the summer had been.

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