Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2012 02:28:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Maverick Cattle Co - ch 11

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There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it
was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous
relationship and were tested.  If you aren't in the same kind of
relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.

<><><><><>

      Mitch and Darrin walked slowly through the cattle barns, feeling very
much at home with the long time rural tradition, The Fair. Darrin had
managed to escape work for a couple of days and they were having one of
those beautiful late March warm spells that sometimes happen in
Oklahoma. They'd decided to mix business and pleasure and take a few days
to look over new breeding stock for the ranch. Several of the people Mitch
knew would have their cattle at the fair and it would give them a time to
catch up with what was happening with their friends.

      The state fair grounds covered many acres, which meant Darrin and
Mitch spent hours going from barn to barn. They stopped to chat with people
they knew; even the modern day fair is a social event for most of the
people who are there. For the most part it was a very comfortable and
enjoyable time for Darrin and Mitch. There were a few fugitive stares at
them, but most people were at least civil.

      Darrin noticed a class of steers being shown while they were walking
through, and couldn't help but sit down and watch. If you were an outsider
it didn't look like much, but Darrin knew that each kid had spent months
carefully grooming, training and working with their animal in preparation
for this moment. The financial rewards for winning were high, but most of
the kids would never see that side of the event. Darrin's heart went out to
the group of kids who were sent from the ring after the top animals were
selected. It was plain to anyone paying attention that they were dejected
at their loss. Darrin watched the mini-drama unfolding in front of him as
the animals were brought out one at a time and displayed for the judge. The
dirt ring and the faded silver fence took on a much greater significance as
competition, both the positive and negative sides, was personified before
him. This was the type of activity that the kids would look back at fondly
later in life, and one that taught them how to be a good friend, a generous
winner and a graceful loser; all skills that would serve them well. When
the judge finally selected a massive red steer as the winner, the young kid
showing him broke into a grin that was pure joy.

      As the class filed out, Darrin realized that Mitch had wondered off
and slipped into into the horse area. Darrin sighed slightly, knowing that
Mitch would spend the rest of the afternoon going through the horses and
talking with their owners. As fate would have it, that's exactly how the
afternoon progressed. Darrin had to smile as he watched Mitch pressing the
flesh and engaging in the traditional 15 minutes of small talk before any
attempt was made to discuss business. It certainly wasn't what was taught
in any college business class, but it was the perfect fit for this group of
people. Darrin was also very aware of Mitch's ulterior motive, he wanted to
find horses for the boys. Darrin had again drifted off to watch a class,
this time miniature horses, and he looked up in time to see Mitch walking
over with a huge smile on his face.

      "What have you done?" asked Darrin, knowing that look on his husband.

      "Hey! Can't a guy smile without being accused of being up to no
good?"

      "No! You can't. Because you're Coyote," said Darrin, trying not to
laugh at his highly animated husband.

      Mitch grinned and then started laughing. "Ok, you have me there. But
this is nothing bad, and it might help the two heathens work together."

      "What have you cooked up?" said Darrin with a chuckle.

      "Well, Keith reminded me about the BLM horse adoptions. One of them
is coming to the city in a few weeks."

      "You're thinking about getting wild mustangs for those two to train?"
said Darrin incredulously.

      "Yup, I sure am," said Mitch with a knowing grin.

      "Well hell, I guess life was just getting too routine," said Darrin
with a shake of his head and a slight laugh.

      "Yup, kinda what I thought," said Mitch with a hearty laugh. "Now,
there's one more ranch I want to talk to, and then we're going out for some
decent Mexican food at a place Keith suggested."

      "Sounds good," said Darrin, "But I'm getting hungry now. How about we
grab something from the venders here. Like, funnel cake! "

      Mitch laughed at his husband's rampant sweet tooth and pushed him
toward the midway. The spring show didn't have anything close to the number
of food vendors the fall state fair attracted, but there were more than
enough to satisfy Darrin's sugar cravings.  Mitch quickly found himself
dragged to a cart that was surrounded by the smell of frying dough. Darrin
quickly ordered a funnel cake for them to share and walked back to Mitch
with a double paper plate holding a huge convolution of thick strands, all
under a deep blanket of powdered sugar. Darrin was soon moaning in
satisfaction, his goatee coated with sugar.

      Mitch laughed and helped Darrin clean his face as they shared the
last bite. Darrin tossed the remains in a nearby barrel, and was again
scanning the booths. Mitch looked at him and shook his head.

      "You can't seriously be looking for more food!" said Mitch.

      "Indian tacos. I really want an Indian taco," said Darrin with a
grin.

      Mitch shook his head and trailed behind Darrin as he made a beeline
for the next food conquest. Mitch stood back and chuckled as he watched
Darrin order his special combination of ingredients for his Indian
taco. First the Fry Bread base was covered with a thick layer of seasoned
ground beef, then a layer of beans, followed by thick additions of every
vegetable the vender had, all topped with a thick dollop of sour cream and
hot salsa. Motioning Mitch over to a nearby table, the two where soon
feasting on the piled high treat, one Darrin only allowed himself to have a
few times a year. On an impulse, Darrin leaned across the table and fed
Mitch a particularly delectable bit of the concoction.

      "You people should get a room for that crap!"

      Darrin and Mitch both froze in place, jarred back into the reality
that they were no longer in the safe confines of the ranch. Mitch pressed
his hands against the table and slowly stood. Darrin turned, but was unable
to see the face of the person who made the comment. But the silhouette
alone was very intimidating.

      Mitch stood, his fists doubled and muscles tense as he prepared for
more than a verbal assault. Darrin struggled to stand when he heard what
almost sounded like a giggle from Mitch. Looking up in disbelief, he
confirmed that his husband was smiling as he extended open arms to the
stranger. Darrin watched as Mitch gave the person a back crushing greeting.

      "Damn, Gordy! You could scare the shit out of a guy!" said Mitch.

      With that Darrin finally got a clear look, and was shocked to see
their friend, Gordy standing next to Mitch. Rushing over, Darrin grabbed
Gordy too and repeated Mitch's greeting.

      "What the hell are you doing in Oklahoma City?" asked Mitch, followed
by Darrin's "Where's Sam and the kids?"

      A cloudy of emotion flickered across Gordy's face, but was so quickly
dispelled that Darrin questioned its validity. "I'm here on business. The
company flew me in to work with some folks. Sam and the kids are
fine. They're back in Colorado."

      Mitch clasp his arm, "Everything ok, big guy?"

      "Oh yeah, never been better. We're doing great," said Gordy with a
smile.

      From there the conversation drifted into the day-to-day dealings with
a multitude of topics. Finally the pair convinced Gordy to go with them to
eat. The food, conversation and beer relaxed everyone, which Mitch was glad
to see for Darrin. It was still early evening when Gordy reluctantly said
he had to call it a night.

      <><><><>

      After dropping Gordy off, the pair did a little sightseeing and
eventually headed back to their own hotel. They arrived at their room
feeling good about the deals Mitch had brokered during the day, and their
evening with Gordy.

      Mitch had picked out the room for the night and it was almost a small
apartment, with a great deal of attention to the d?cor of the room. Mitch
sat in one of the chairs and started pulling off his boots while Darrin
prowled the room. He finished quickly, but by the time he ended his tour,
Mitch had stripped and was slowly jacking his cock. Darrin's eyes met
Mitch's and he could almost feel the smoldering heat coming from

      "Strip for me, babe. You wanna give me a private dance tonight?"
asked Mitch through a gravely voice.

      Without a word, Darrin kicked off his boots and socks and then
started swaying to the unheard music, slowly unbuttoning his pants. His
cock had already forming a nice bulge in his jock as he slowly slid his
pants down his hairy thighs, revealing the solid muscle of his body. Soon
they were pooled around his feet and he stepped out of them.

      Dressed only in his shirt, Darrin moved to the chair and started
gyrating around Mitch, who continued his slow masturbation as he
watched. Running his hands down Mitch's chest, Darrin slowly lowered his
bare ass and started rubbing against Mitch's lap.  He sensuously worked
over Mitch, doing everything that came to his mind to drive his husband's
desire through the roof.

      Mitch smiled as his hands reached out, touching and caressing Darrin
as he moved. But each time Mitch reached too far, Darrin would dance away,
wanting Mitch's lust to build past the point of restraint. Soon the tension
between the two was palpable and their desire was reaching a climax. Darrin
let Mitch catch him, and he was pulled into position between Mitch's
legs. Mitch gripped the back of Darrin's head and slapped his face with his
hard cock, each time leaving strands of precum across Darrin's reddened
face.

      Darrin licked his lips, ready for their game to go to the next
level. He reached forward, grabbing Mitch's nuts and started fondling
them. Hearing a soft sigh of pleasure from Mitch, he leaned in and sucked
Mitch's balls into his mouth. Running his tongue over their hairy exterior,
he was soon working first one and then the other as he switched back and
forth between Mitch's nuts, leaving them coated with spit as he toyed with
Mitch's cock.

      With Mitch's sack dripping spit, he moved lower, opening Mitch's ass
and inhaling the rich, earthy, masculine scent of his husband. Darrin
formed his tongue into a lance point, and drove it into the tight folds of
Mitch's ass. Quickly he took charge and was aggressively tongue fucking the
hairy ass in front of him.

      "Oh yeah, tongue my hot ass! Fuck! Drive that thing inside me, you
hot cowboy stud!" said Mitch through the moans of pleasure.

      Mitch lifted himself off the chair and grabbed Darrin's head. Pinning
Darrin's face against his asshole, Mitch was delirious with the amazing
sensations. Darrin was almost growling as he attacked the expanding hole in
front of him. But Mitch was not satisfied being catcher tonight, he wanted
his man and he wanted to take him hard and rough.  Letting a last gasp of
pleasure leak from his lips, he turned quickly, his hard cock smacking
Darrin across the cheek. Mitch leaned down, kissing Darrin's spit soaked
lips hard, enjoying the taste and scents of the combination of his crotch
and Darrin.

      Mitch pushed Darrin forward and growled at him, "On your hands and
knees! I'm going to fuck your sexy tight hole tonight until you beg to
cum."

      Darrin smiled and ran his tongue over Mitch hand, enjoying the salty
taste, and the slight sign of submission he was giving. With a leer at
Mitch, Darrin spun around, spread his legs and presented his
jockstrap-framed ass to his lover. The cool breeze over his hot aching hole
felt wonderful, and he was ready for a good fucking. This would be the
first time in weeks that they'd had enough privacy to cut loose, and Darrin
was ready for some hot sex. He was still in a hormone-induced haze when the
first drops of cool gel dribbled into his open ass. Darrin lowered his head
and sighed at the delicious feeling as the gel was smeared over his
puckered hole. Just as Darrin was ready to beg for more, Mitch shoved his
thick finger inside his hole, stretching Darrin open for the fucking he was
ready to get.

      Darrin quickly relaxed under the onslaught and moaned loudly as the
waves of pleasure washed over his body. As Mitch slid three fingers in
Darrin's now loosening hole, Darrin dropped his chest to the floor, his
body surrendered to his man. His delirium was complete when he felt Mitch
take his shirt like the reins of a horse and drive his cock deep inside of
Darrin's gut.

      "Oh god yes! Fuck! Pound it babe! Fuck my ass!" squealed Darrin.

      Mitch ripped into Darrin, dominating the larger man as he pounded his
hole.  Darrin's gasps of pleasure drove Mitch to fuck him even harder. The
fact that his husband was still partially clothed was somehow a turn
on. Soon Mitch had the wide jockstrap band in both hands and crouched
behind Darrin with his cock ramming hard and fast into his hot hole. Darrin
had moved past comprehensible speech as the spongy head of Mitch's rock
hard cock rammed into him again and again. Mitch could feel the tightening
of Darrin's ass grip his cock as his body moved toward release. With a
maniacal laugh, Mitch rammed even harder, smashing his cock against
Darrin's prostate with shattering velocity. Feeling Darrin's body suddenly
locking in the throes of climax, Mitch buried himself deep inside his
husband and relished the sensations.

      "Oh, oh oh oh! Fuck!" screamed Darrin as his body seized in the midst
of a tremendous ejaculation. His jock was soaked with jet after jet of cum
as his abused prostate and full balls pumped out a massive load.

      Mitch buried his cock deep inside of Darrin, enjoying the pulsations
as the waves of climax rolled over him. Lying across Darrin's back, he
reached around and grabbed Darrin's nipples and twisted them hard, knowing
the final bit of pain and pleasure would drive Darrin into a whole new
level of bliss. True to form, Darrin let out a last tremendous shudder as
the nipple play did drive him to a new plateau. For Mitch, the trembling
man impaled on his cock was all the encouragement he needed to move again.

      Squatting behind Darrin, Mitch tightened his grip on the shirt and
began slamming into his tight hole. The gasps and moans coming from under
him drove Mitch on; his throbbing cock was oh so close, his body trembling
with the need for release. As a last wave of pleasure rolled over him, he
knew his orgasm was at the brink. Desperately trying to hold back, Mitch
drove his dick into Darrin's receptive hole and stopped, willing his climax
to subside.

      Mitch's desperate delaying tactic was an epic failure. The slight
twitch of his body, and the teasing sensations of Darrin's convulsing gut
were more stimulation than was needed to drive him over the edge. With a
deep guttural moan, his cock erupted inside Darrin. Pumping out shot after
shot of cum, his cock was soon sliding through its own wet slick cum. The
orgasm rolled over him again and again as his pleasure reached delicious
heights. With the final jolt of pleasure, his cock leaked the last of his
juice into Darrin. Mitch's body trembled and sagged, finally releasing
Mitch who dropped across Darrin's body. He was panting with exertion as his
system tried to recover.

      "Oh fuck! That was amazing," said Mitch with a sigh.

      Darrin collapsed on the floor, taking his man with him, and
groaned. "No shit.  Damn that felt good!"

      Mitch planted a gentle kiss on the back of Darrin's neck and then
snuggled down against him. Several minutes passed in the dark quiet
room. Eventually the rhythmic breathing of sleep could be heard from the
couple.

      <><><><>

      'Meet me at the DQ'

      That was all it had said. Josh wasn't sure what was going on with
Zach, but he was getting more and more remote these last couple of months,
until Josh was tired of the drama, and frustrated by all of Zach's
hang-ups. This text message was the latest, and Josh was at the end of his
rope. When they had first met, Josh was entranced by the small blond, but
the more time they spent together, the more Josh realized they did not need
the same things. He tried to push all his conflicting emotions down as he
pulled into the parking lot. Josh let his pickup roll to a stop and paused
for a few minutes to calm himself, then strolled into the college
hangout. He quickly spotted Zach seated in a booth against the back
wall. Moving to the booth, he sat down opposite Zach with a look of
frustration he was making no attempt to hide.

      "Hey Zach, I got your text. What's up?" asked Josh.

      "We need to talk . . . " began Zach.

      Josh leaned back, fairly certain he knew what was happening. Part of
him was chuckling, he hadn't broken up weeks ago to spare Zach's feelings
and now it looked like Zach was dumping him. Another part of him was upset,
he didn't really think the relationship was working, but damnit, he wanted
to be the one who broke it off, not the other way around. But mostly, he
was ambivalent about it all and just wanted it to end.  He realized that
Zach was still talking and shifted back into the conversation.

      " . . . I really like you, Josh. I love you. But I don't think we are
working out as a couple. There are things you want that I don't enjoy, and
I'm sure there are things I want that you don't enjoy . . ."

      Josh almost smiled, wondering what Zach could possibly want that he
hadn't been willing to do. It had mostly been Josh wanting to explore new
things, and Zach being so vanilla that it was unbelievable.

      " . . . he's a really great guy. He's on the university gymnastics
team. About my height, but with huge shoulders . . ."

      Wait! What the fuck! There's another guy? Damnit! This wasn't going
how Josh wanted it to go at all.

      "Wait. You've been seeing someone else?" asked Josh tensely, trying
to remain calm.

      "Well, not exactly seeing. He was in my class, and then I saw him at
the Gay- Straight Alliance meeting, and we got to talking . . ." Zach
started.

      "So did you- did you at least have safe sex with him?" Josh snapped.

      Zach paused for a minute, and then took a deep breath and
continued. "Josh, I wouldn't do that to you. I haven't had sex with
Christopher. But you have to admit, we haven't been that great together for
months. I actually thought you might be relieved."

      Josh started to snap at Zach again, and realized he was right. They
hadn't been doing well as a couple for quite a while and Josh was tired of
the drama. He had enough going on without boyfriend problems. He did like
Zach, but they were not meshing as a couple. And he wanted to keep Zach as
a friend. Who knows, he might even like this Christopher character and they
could hang out together, maybe.

      "You're right, we have been having problems for a while now. And
Zach, I'd like for us to still be friends. But give me a little time,"
replied Josh.

      Zach nodded and then the pair sat quietly for several
minutes. Eventually Zach started speaking again.

      "You know, I'd never been with anyone before you. You were my first
lover. You will always have a special place in my heart."

      Josh smiled and reached across the table and gave Zach's cheek a
final touch.  "You are special, Zach. I hope Christopher is the one for
you. I really want you to be happy."

      Zach grinned a little and shrugged. "I'm sure most people will think
I'm crazy for letting you get away. But I think Chris and I have a shot at
being a long term couple."

      Josh gave Zach a smile and then stood, stepped beside him and leaned
down, kissing his forehead. "I hope you're right, Zach. I really do."

      Josh walked out the door and got into his pickup. As he pulled into
the street, he was fighting so many warring emotions that he was not sure
how to feel. Fortunately the drive to the ranch was without serious
event. He parked beside the guys, gathered up his backpack and slowly
walked into the house. He was hoping that he could escape to his room with
minimal interaction. But, of course they noticed his change in demeanor
immediately.

      "What's wrong, Josh?" asked Darrin.

      Josh stopped, frozen in place for the span of several heartbeats and
then turned to face Darrin. He quickly decided that this would be quicker
to just tell them rather than go through the whole process of dragging it
out of him.

      "Zach and I broke up. He found someone else," said Josh.

      "So the little twink dumped you, huh," said Trent, "He's stupider
than I thought."

      Josh turned and snapped at Trent. "Yeah! He dumped me! You happy
now?"

      Trent threw up his hands. "Hey asshole, it's no shit off me. I was
just saying he's pretty fuck'n stupid to dump someone that looks like
you. I never did see what you saw in that twink anyway."

      Before the two could corner off more, Darrin stepped in, "So what
happened, Josh? If you want to talk about it . . ."

      Josh shrugged his shoulders, "We had been having problems. We just
didn't-" He cast a glance at Trent, "Connect anymore. I'd been thinking
that it wasn't working out, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings." Josh
gave a strange laugh. "So he dumped me."

      "Pussy. You fuck'n stayed with someone when you fuck'n knew it wasn't
working out? You're a pussy." said Trent without emotion.

      Mitch stopped Josh before he could reply, "Knock it off, Trent. A
little understanding would be good here."

      Trent shrugged. "Whatever." Turning back to what he was working on,
Trent ignored the rest of the conversation.

      Darrin glanced at Trent, but then quickly focused on Josh. "So are
you ok Josh?"

      Josh laughed slightly and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm just still
working through everything." Josh flipped a quick glance at Trent and then
continued, "Actually I think what pisses me off the most is that he dumped
me. Damnit, I wanted to be the one doing the dumping!"

      Mitch and Darrin chucked as Josh shook his head. Darrin reached out
and squeezed Josh's shoulder. "Hang in there, maybe next time you can be
the one to dump the other guy."

      Josh chuckled and then replied, "I'm fine now. It was time. We were
going down hill pretty fast." Without a backward glance, Josh picked up his
books and walked to his bedroom. Changing clothes quickly, he was soon out
the door to take care of his chores.

      <><><><>

      "No, pull here. That way just puts the calf in a bind," said Josh as
he tried to give Trent instructions on pulling the calf.

      Calving season had hit the two younger men like a loaded freight
train. Most of the deliveries had been uneventful, but this calf was being
particularly stubborn. They had been working on the delivery for over an
hour and nothing seemed to help. Josh was about ready to make the call to
the vet and try to save the calf, but when he looked down he saw Trent was
pushing the calf back inside and straining to get his hand in alongside.

      "What are you doing?" said Josh, not sure that he trusted Trent with
the cattle.

      "I've been reading up on bad deliveries. I thought I'd just check
. . ."

      Josh watched as Trent's arm sank up to the elbow inside the
heifer. He was close to insisting that Trent stop, when the look on his
face clearly indicated he had found something. Trent started struggling
with the calf, and soon pulled up a third hoof.

      "What the fuck!" said Josh.

      Trent chuckled and wiped his sweaty face on his sleeve. "Twins. We
were pulling on one leg from each calf."

      "Well shit! Great call, Trent!" said Josh. Dropping to his knees he
helped Trent push one calf back, and then worked on delivering the
other. With the problem identified, they soon had two healthy bull calves
on the ground, and a mother who was cleaning both of them.

      "Damn, it's a wonder I didn't kill 'em. That was amazing, Trent. I'm
glad you had been reading up on it."

      Trent gave one of his tightly rationed smiles as he watched the two
calves try to stand on shaky legs. "That was pretty cool, wasn't it."

      Josh reached out without thinking and put his hand on Trent's
shoulder. And at that moment, Trent enjoyed the little camaraderie. Turning
after a few moments, they left the newest arrivals with their mother and
headed to the house.

      <><><><>

      As the ranch moved into late spring, the new births dwindled, then
finally stopped.  The rainfall had been steady too, creating an abundance
of pasture forage. The calves and kids were growing at an amazing rate. For
once, things seemed to be going well and the crises that came up were
nothing that couldn't be handled. Mitch and Darrin had gone over their
expenses carefully and it looked like they were going to have a good year
when they sold calves. Even Josh's goats were doing well and he had found
buyers. Trent was still withdrawn, but that seemed to be the way he
operated, regardless of what was going on around him.

      The day had turned out to be one of those few spring days when it was
perfect weather for anything involving the outdoors. Mitch had declared the
day a ranch holiday and told the boys they could do whatever they
wanted. For he and Darrin, Mitch had saddled the horses to take a relaxing
ride. Josh had decided to try his luck at fishing, he'd invited Trent to go
too, but had been met with indifference.

      All of this provided Trent with the time and opportunity to think
about things. He decided it was time. He needed to take advantage of the
spring weather and leave the ranch. He still thought this place was too
good to be true, and he didn't want to be around when it all came crashing
down. He carefully pulled out all the clothing and food he'd been stashing
for months, and packed them into his backpack. Soon he was headed out the
door, traveling east.

      <><><><>

      Josh was sitting on the bank of the creek, enjoying the warm sunshine
against his skin, having stripped off his shirt while he was
fishing. Eventually he gave up on the fish, and lay back to enjoy the
warmth. The bright sun was relaxing, and actually making him horny. Since
Zach had broken up with him, there hadn't been anyone else, and Josh found
himself in a constant state of semi-erection.

      Josh's fingers started tracing over his chest, enjoying the slight
texture of his short body hair. He ran his fingers over his flat stomach,
sighing softly as the tips of his fingers slid under the edge of his
jeans. As he slipped his fingers across his lightly furred abdomen, he
closed his eyes and relaxed, going with the sensations.

      His hands drifted back up his chest, finding his nipples and rubbing
his fingers across them. Quickly they rose from his chest as hard nubs,
sending jolts of pleasure through his system with each caress of his
fingers. Running his hands lower, he slipped them both into his jeans,
grabbing and stroking his cock and balls as the waves of pleasure washed
over him.

      Soon his dick was rock hard and his hand slick with precum. His eyes
were closed tightly as his body swam in the wonderful feelings. Josh
drifted in the heat of the afternoon until eventually he found himself with
his pants and underwear around his ankles, slowly stroking his cock. With
his free hand he reached between legs, teasing his aching hole and taking
delight in the delicious sensations rolling over him as he worked his butt
slowly. Soon Josh was gasping with the sensations and lifted his hand to
his lips, coating two fingers with spit as he slowly jacked his cock. Once
his fingers were dripping with saliva, he lowered them again to his ass and
started pressing them into his butt. He gasped as they pierced his tight
hole, throwing his head back as his nuts sucked against the base of his
cock.

      Josh's finger fucking rapidly accelerated until his hand was flying
in and out of his butt as his fist flogged his rigid dick. Josh felt his
ass tighten, clamping down on his fingers as his orgasm began. The first
jet of white cum left a thick trail across his face, followed quickly by a
second shot with almost equal velocity. As his cock pumped out massive
quantities of cream, Josh's body was racked with pleasure, enjoying his
first orgasm in more than a week. Eventually, with a few shallow shudders,
he drained the last of the cum from his nuts. Running his hands across his
cream-covered chest, Josh then lifted his coated fingers to his lips and
slowly sucked them clean, enjoying the taste and texture of the jizz he had
just generated.

      Collapsing against the creek bank, he relaxed in the late spring
sunshine. The heat and light breeze felt wonderful over his bare skin. The
sounds of nature combined with the warmth of the day and soon had Josh
gently dozing.

      <><><><>

      Darrin watched his husband's ass rise and lower itself in the
saddle. He loved Mitch's muscular ass and just watching it still gave him a
boner like he was a horny teenager. He had to admit that it was a great day
for a little break for all of them. He sometimes felt that Trent and Josh's
warring washed over onto him and Mitch more often than it
should. Fortunately for them, it was nothing too serious, but the constant
bickering did wear on them. Not that they were going to ask either young
man to leave, they would deal with whatever came along, but just a tiny
break from the drama was going to be wonderful.

      "Hey, how about here?"

      Darrin was jarred from his introspection by Mitch's question. Looking
around he saw that Mitch had taken them to one of the few wooded areas on
the ranch, which would be nice on a hot spring day. The cooling breeze
under the towering cottonwood trees gave them the perfect setup for a
picnic.

      Darrin wasn't certain what they were eating. Mitch enjoyed the
element of surprise when it came to Darrin, so there was no way to tell
what it might be. He knew Mitch had packed a saddlebag with plenty of food
for them to enjoy, but that was the extent of his knowledge. They walked
the horses to an open area in the trees and dismounted. Mitch took the
saddlebags and laid them on the ground, then walked both horses to the deep
grass and turned them loose. Walking back under the trees and to Darrin,
Mitch wrapped his arms around him and kissed Darrin passionately. His hands
shifted as they kissed until he had one holding the back of Darrin's head,
and the other on his lower back. The world paused as they kissed, first
their lips pressed hard against each other, then as their lips opened
slightly Mitch slipped his tongue inside of Darrin's mouth and probed it
softly.

      Darrin relished the contact and the loving touch. He enjoyed the
feeling of control and support that Mitch gave him when he kissed Darrin
like this. It always felt to Darrin that he could relax and enjoy the
journey as his husband took over and guided them on another wonderful
experience. His crotch was definitely tightening as the kiss continued and
Darrin felt Mitch's hands dropped to his ass and start kneading it in his
work- roughened hands. As the kiss transformed, Mitch slid his lips down
Darrin's neck, nibbling and biting at it as the two of them melted into
each other. Mitch opened the top of Darrin's shirt, planting kisses across
its hirsute surface as he enjoyed his man before drifting back to his lips.

      As the kiss resumed, both men began dry humping the other with
passion burning hot through their veins. Darrin could feel his aching hard
cock getting slick as the precum pumped from his dick. Just as Darrin was
ready to strip and become more intimate in their play, Mitch slowly pulled
back from him. Licking his lips, he smiled at Darrin.

      "Oh no you don't, stud. That was just the preview of things to come,"
said Mitch with a smile.

      Mitch pulled over the saddlebags he'd brought, and started digging
through them.  Soon he had a blanket on the ground covered with little
containers of food. Darrin chuckled as Mitch started opening them. What
soon unfolded before him was the oddest combination of food that he could
ever remember seeing. Everything from pickled baloney cubes, to Brie and
fancy crackers. The spread just got weirder and weirder as the mixed olives
and fried okra were revealed. Finally Darrin realized it was a
conglomeration of anything he'd said he liked since he and Mitch had been
together.

      A soft pop drew Darrin's attention back to Mitch, just in time to see
him uncork a bottle of Chardonnay. Darrin started laughing as Mitch poured
them each a glass of wine.

      "Looks like you thought of everything," said Darrin with a
laugh. "How in the world did you get wine glasses out here without breaking
them?"

      Mitch got a sheepish look on his face and lifted the saddlebag and
shook it. Darrin could distinctly hear the sound of glass rattling. "I
packed extras," said Mitch with a grin.

      Darrin leaned over and kissed Mitch softly on the lips, running his
hand along Mitch scruffy jaw and enjoying the sensation. Settling back down
on the blanket, they began snacking from the treats that Mitch had
packed. As the small indulgences disappeared, the two men slowed their
eating, focused on enjoying the last remnants of food. Darrin popped the
last morsel into his mouth and smiled at Mitch.

      "That was good, I have to admit. I wasn't sure about all those odd
things, but it was good," said Darrin with a shake of his head.

      "I still have dessert too. And a special treat for you," said Mitch
with a devilish grin.

      Darrin watched as Mitch pulled out a small bag of cookies, again a
mix of everything Darrin liked. He eagerly grabbed a few oatmeal and
snickerdoodle cookies, which were his favorites, and then lay across the
blanket and looked at Mitch. He was continually surprised at his luck at
having such a devastatingly handsome husband. He certainly would agree that
he had scored well when he snagged Mitch. Reaching in the bag, he grabbed a
few more cookies and munched on them as he met Mitch's eyes. Mitch popped
the last of a chocolate chip cookie into his own mouth and then dusted his
hands against his jeans.

      Without another word, Mitch turned and brought out the
surprise. Darrin flushed pink as Mitch tossed him a small plastic bag with
a small, oddly shaped dildo and lube in it. Shaking his head at Mitch
grinning face, Darrin couldn't help but be excited.

      "What the hell is that?" asked Darrin, "It's a weird shape."

      "It's a prostate massager, and it stays in by itself. If you use it
right it's suppose to give you a dry orgasm," explained Mitch.

      Mitch walked on his knees across the blanket and took Darrin in his
arms. Mitch kissed him passionately and then leaned back as a single stand
of saliva trailed between their lips.

      "Strip," said Mitch with a quiet intensity.

      Darrin glanced around and then quickly pulled off his shirt and
opened his jeans.  Rolling on his back, he soon had his boots kicked off
and was yanking his jeans from his legs. As his jeans went flying to the
edge of the blanket, Darrin rolled back to his hands and knees and locked
eyes with Mitch with an intensity that matched Darrin's own feelings.

      "There ya go, stud. What'd you want now? You think you're gonna plug
my tight ass?" said Darrin in a low voice.

      Mitch leaned in and kissed his husband gently on the lips and then
pulled back again with a smile. "Turn around so I can see that cute butt of
yours. I think I'll let you try out the new toy first."

      Darrin chuckled softly as he presented his ass to Mitch. Still on his
hands and knees, he spread his legs as far as possible, wanting Mitch to
get a nice view of his butt.  He watched as Mitch flipped the top of the
lube open and then covered his fingers with the slick gel. Mitch gave
Darrin a smoky look as he stroked his wet fingers down the crack of
Darrin's ass. Darrin dropped his head at the wonderful feeling that raced
through his body. A loud moan erupted from him as Mitch slide two thick
fingers into his ass.  The butt play continued for many delirious minutes,
until Mitch slowly let them slide out.  Picking up the small dildo, he
covered it with lube as Darrin knelt panting before him.  Once the plastic
toy was ready, Mitch slipped it inside Darrin's gut. Smiling broadly, he
pushed it in deep, pressing it quickly into place.

      "Oh fucking hell! That feels amazing! Keep it up, babe," said Darrin
through a loud moan.

      Mitch smacked Darrin on the ass cheek, causing him to clench his
butt. The pressure sucked the toy deep inside Darrin, sliding across his
prostate.

      "Shit! That feels so good," said Darrin through a moan.

      Mitch smiled and pulled Darrin's butt cheeks apart, chuckling as the
black end of the toy plunged over and over against his ass.  Caressing
Darrin's butt cheeks as he learned to manipulate the toy, Mitch's crotch
tightened at the show. After a handful of minutes, Mitch smacked Darrin's
ass.

      "Come on, horny boy. We still have more cookies. But keep the toy
in."

      Darrin slowly moved up, obviously lost in the sensations of his
button being hit repeatedly. As he settled down on the blanket, he pressed
the toy deep inside him.  Darrin's eyes fluttered shut as his body tensed;
his fists clenched as the orgasm enveloped his body. Darrin could feel his
whole body shaking as his muscles succumbed to the stimulation. Darrin
could feel the amazing pleasure coming from his ass that was encasing his
entire body. Darrin experienced one of the strongest orgasms he had ever
had, without an ejaculation. His muscles finally released, and he fell
forward, catching himself on his hands as he gasped for breath.

      "Oh. My. God," said Mitch slowly with a smile, "It's not suppose to
be that easy."

      "Damn, that was amazing. I'm still shaking," said Darrin through
gasps of air.

      Mitch knelt beside Darrin, rubbing his back and smiling maniacally as
his husband recovered. He never really thought the toy would do what the
website said, he just thought it would be fun to play with. But judging
from Darrin's response, it would be more fun than he realized. Eventually
Darrin was breathing normally, moving carefully he sat on the side of his
hip, unwilling to have the toy plunge inside him again but enjoying the
sensations too much to want it removed. When he finally looked at Mitch,
Darrin found him grinning from ear to ear.

      "Was it good, babe?" said Mitch with a snicker.

      "Fuck you," said Darrin with a smile. "You said something about more
dessert."

      Mitch nodded his head and pulled out another container, this one
crammed full of double chocolate brownies. Pouring the last of the wine
into their glasses, the two men soon devoured the brownies and were sipping
the last of the wine. Mitch let the last drops of wine drip from his glass
into his mouth, and then took Darrin in his arms and pulled him close. He
ran his fingers through the hair on Darrin's chest and then over his face,
his fingers translating the textures of his handsome husband into his
mind. Soon their lips were seeking each other again, creating a kiss of
heightened passion. When their lips separated, both were breathless from
the hunger of their kiss.

      "You are an amazing man, Mitch," said Darrin quietly.

      Mitch smiled at him and without another word stood and started
stripping. He popped the snaps on his shirt one at the time, slowly baring
his hair-coated chest. As the bottom snap released, Mitch flipped the shirt
off his shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. His hand slid to the
front of his jeans, rubbing his hard cock through the denim.  The Wranglers
cupped Mitch's package nicely as Darrin smiled at the show Mitch was
creating for him.

      After a few minutes of groping himself, Mitch opened his jeans and
let them slide down his thighs. Darrin leaned forward, the sex toy gliding
over his prostate as he moved, forcing another moan from his chest. Mitch
sat down and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. With a knowing smile on
his face, Mitch moved to his hands and knees in front of Darrin. Turning
his head, Mitch looked deeply into Darrin's eyes and almost whispered.

      "Fuck me, stud."

      Darrin moved behind his man, his fingers clamping down on his
muscular hips.  The toy was doing its job too, causing Darrin's cock to
drip precum like a leaky faucet.  As he pushed forward, his hard cock
slipped into Mitch ass. Darrin pushed slowly forward until he felt the head
of his cock pop through the first of Mitch's gateways. As he clenched his
ass to push again, the dildo raked over his prostate, sending shivers of
pleasure through Darrin's body. Pressing forward, he found Mitch's inner
gate and started pressing forward to breach it. But this love making
session was very different; with each thrust of Darrin's hips the dildo
rammed itself deep inside him, giving Darrin the sensation of being fucked
while he was screwing Mitch. With only a few pushes, Darrin broke through
Mitch's barrier and sunk his rock hard cock deep inside his gut.

      "Oh hell yes," said Mitch with a sigh.

      Darrin responded in kind with a moan that reverberated through the
clearing.  Soon Darrin was pumping back and forth, fucking Mitch, and
himself. Darrin knew he wouldn't last long and started pounding Mitch with
wild abandon. His system was so overwhelmed with sensations of pure
pleasure that after only a handful of hard thrusts, Darrin knew he was
about to blow. The toy in his ass was definitely doing its work as it
ramped up the intensity of his orgasm. With a wild scream of pleasure,
Darrin rammed himself in hard, his muscles locking as his orgasm began. His
cock exploded with unbelievable volume of cum that seemed to pump from
Darrin's cock like a fire hose. He could feel cum flooding Mitch's butt as
it flowed from his pulsing cock. With a final shudder and deep, satisfied
groan, he collapsed across Mitch's back. Mitch clenched his ass and looked
over his shoulder at Darrin with a grin.

      "Did you get what you needed, lover?"

      "Oh my god. That was so amazing. Where did you find this damn thing?"
said Darrin.

      "Online, I was looking for something different and this seemed like
it could be fun."

      "Fun doesn't even begin to describe it," said Darrin with a soft
chuckle. Realizing Mitch still was waiting, he ran his hands around his
husband. "You ready for some action, babe?"

      "How about you suck me off. I'm close and I wanna feed you my load,"
said Mitch with a leer.

      Darrin smiled at the idea and slowly moved backward until his
softening cock was pulled from Mitch's ass. Reaching back, he popped the
toy out of his ass and tossed it to the side of the blanket. When he turned
back, he smiled to find Mitch on his back, legs spread, waiting for Darrin
to begin. Darrin lay between Mitch's legs and ran his tongue from the base
of his cock to the tip, licking the precum from his rigid shaft. He felt
Mitch gently grip the sides of his head as Darrin let his man's cock slide
down his throat.

      "Oh yes, fuck that feels good. Just keep do'n that babe and I'll be
feed'n you a load in no time," said Mitch through gasps of pleasure.

      Darrin slid his mouth up and down the hard length of Mitch's
cock. His precum was coating Darrin's tongue, and the taste was amazing. As
he twisted and plunged his head over the torrid cock presented to him,
Darrin reached up and started fondling Mitch's balls. The firm orbs inside
his sack roiled and eluded capture. But Darrin knew the sensations he
caused were adding to Mitch's heat.

      Mitch bucked upward, driving his cock deep into Darrin's throat. "Oh!
Oh! Oh!  Fuck!" screamed Mitch as his orgasm began.

      Darrin's mouth was flooded with man seed, which he valiantly tried to
swallow.  But the torrent was too great and soon cum was leaking from
around his lips as the blasts of jizz continued. Darrin lost track of time
as he was enveloped in Mitch's climax. But too soon he realized that it was
waning as the final jolts of thick cream oozed into his mouth. Letting
Mitch's cock slip from between his lips, Darren started cleaning the errant
bits of cum from his lover's cock. He hungrily devoured each bit until the
sensation proved too much for Mitch.

      "Oh shit. Stop. Fuck, it's sensitive!" said Mitch as Darrin continued
to lick him clean. Eventually Mitch managed to pry Darrin off his cock and
with a chuckle pulled him closer so they could share a hard kiss. The two
slowly relaxed against the blanket as they cuddled with each other. Darrin
ran his finger over Mitch's cheek, enjoying the rough texture of his
afternoon stubble and grinned broadly.

      "What?" said Mitch.

      "I was just think'n. You can go toy shopping any time you'd like!"
said Darrin with a grin.

      Mitch chuckled and pulled his lover tight against him, enjoying the
post orgasmic bliss.

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      Trent turned when the flashing lights of a sheriff's car started
behind him. Having only gotten a few miles from the ranch, he was already
beginning to feel its soft siren call.  He was missing Max, and even Josh,
a little. He just couldn't trust the feelings he was having, everything had
been too good. But with each footstep, the pull of the ranch was
increasing. His past experiences all told him to get out before something
bad happened, but what if he was wrong? This might be his only chance, but
he just couldn't be rejected again.

      The heat of the Oklahoma afternoon sun had convinced Trent to strip
off his shirt, stowing it in his backpack. It was actually a book bag that
the guys had given him when he'd first arrived, but it was the only thing
that Trent had to carry his few worldly possession. Realizing how he looked
wasn't really an issue, he moved to the shoulder of the road to see why he
was being stopped. He knew from previous experience, cops don't want you
making sudden moves, so Trent froze in place as he waited. Thinking about
the situation, Trent decided Darrin and Mitch must have found out he'd
left, and called the police. He had been careful not to take anything that
he hadn't been given, but he knew from previous experience, sometimes that
didn't help.

      The Sheriff slowly opened his car door and walked over to Trent. He
decided the kid looked much better than he had a few months earlier when
he'd found him in the backseat of that car. Trent still hadn't made eye
contact when Sheriff White Cloud stopped a few feet in front of him.

      "Leavin'?" said the sheriff.

      Trent crossed his arms and flicked his eyes upward to glare at the
Sheriff. "I didn't steal a damn thing, I don't care what the fuck they
said."

      Sheriff White Cloud held out the open palms of his hands to signal to
Trent his peaceful intent. "Whoa! No one sent me after you. I just saw you
out for a walk and thought I'd see how things are going. Got food? Happy?
They taken care of you right?"

      "Yeah, everything fine, just great," said Trent without changing his
stance.

      "You thought they were going to molest you too, didn't you? But they
haven't, so you're run'n cause you don't know what to do," said Sheriff
White Cloud with one eyebrow cocked. He then seemingly switched subjects
without giving Trent time to respond. "Interesting tattoo you got there. It
Tlingit?"

      Without seeming to notice the change, Trent replied, "No. Haida."

      "Hmm, well I guess they're interesting, for a totem pole tribe . . ."

      "The Haida had one of the most highly fuck'n developed cultures in
North American! They had a mastery of working wood that was better than any
white man.  Now they're stuck-"

      Trent stopped suddenly and glared at Jim, realizing he was being
baited. His lips snapped shut and formed a hard horizontal line on his
face. Folding his arms again over his bare chest, he stood in the glaring
sun with a hostile look aimed at the Sheriff. The two waited in silence for
several long minutes, the Sheriff with a slight grin flickering across his
face. Finally Jim broke the silence.

      "I can give you a ride back to the ranch if you'd like. They might
not even know you're gone yet."

      "Why would I want to go back, I don't want to live with a bunch of
queers," spat out Trent.

      The sheriff paused for a minute, then quietly asked, "Aren't you
gay?"

      "Fuck no!" screamed Trent.

      "Ok, well that's fine. It's a matter of how you identify-"

      "Save your breath . . . Sheriff. I'm not some stupid kid who doesn't
know what he is. I'm bi, ok? Happy now that I can fit into your fuck'n
categories?"

      "First, don't take that attitude with me, young man. I expected to be
treated with the same respect that I've shown you," said the Sheriff in a
reasonable tone. "Second, your identity is your own. I was just asking."

      "Fine, great. You're the pinnacle of diversity then. But I'm still
bisexual."

      "Well knowing Mitch and Darrin, they aren't forcing you to be
anything you aren't.  Right?" said Jim.

      Trent continued to glare at the Sheriff, finally his eye went to the
ground as he thought about it. After a few minutes Trent began to talk.

      "No, they're treating me fine. Actually they've doing more for me
than anyone since my Dad died. But they are just too good to be true, too
perfect. Something is going to go south, and when it does I don't want to
catch the blame for it. I have stuff that I've saved and it was time to
leave."

      The Sheriff let out a long slow breath and then his next question
surprised Trent.  "So that tattoo, it has something to do with your
father."

      Trent started to explode again, but then his bravado evaporated. He
nodded silently and then started to explain. "Yeah, he was part Haida, I
think his grandma was half or something. But he was so proud of his
heritage. He talked to me about it all the time, said we would go sometime
and meet some of his relatives. But we never did, and then he was killed in
a car wreck. The figures are raven and killer whale. The rest of the design
is something I doodled out for the tattoo guy, it seemed to work
together. . ."

      Sheriff White Cloud nodded, stepping closer to examine the shoulder
piece. After a lengthy examination, he looked back at Trent and
smiled. "It's very well done.  Everyone should keep their heritage close
and precious. Did you know that Darrin and Mitch are adopted members of the
Kiowa tribe?"

      "No, I had no idea. They didn't say anything about it," replied
Trent.

      The Sheriff chuckled, "Yeah, well they probably didn't think a blond
kid would be too interested in their native ties. But they're two-spirits,
and so are you. You should give them a chance, you never know how things
might turn out."

      "Two-spirit, Josh said something about that. I'd never heard of
it. What's it mean?  It sounds queer to me," said Trent.

      "No, just a belief with native people that some people have two
spirits in their souls. So a man who is attracted to other men is thought
to have the spirit of both sexes.  So they are considered special, and
sometimes they take on unique roles in the tribe. We haven't had any
two-spirits around here for a long time, so the boys arrival was an
important event."

      "Most people I knew thought my liking boys was a sin, and would send
me to hell."

      For the first time in their talk, the sheriff got a hard look on his
face. Eventually he started speaking, but it was anything but relaxed and
congenial. "Yeah, some people think that. Some people also tried to
exterminate the native people because they thought we were an inferior
race, so it was ok. Some people seem to need to hate other people to make
themselves important. But I don't believe people who are two-spirit are
evil or bad because of who they are attracted to. Now, don't get me
wrong. I've met some gay people who I thought were slimy assholes, but
their sexual preference had nothing to do with that."

      Trent watched the Sheriff's face, understanding that they were
talking about something very important to the native law officer. He
absorbed the information, knowing he would think more about it later. He
also realized that he really wasn't ready to leave yet. If he stayed
longer, when he needed to escape, he would be better prepared.  Who knew,
he might even make it to his 18th birthday, then he would be a legal adult
and he wouldn't have to worry about cops stopping him. With a slight
relaxing of his jaw muscle, he knew what he was going to do.

      "Yeah, that's fine," said Trent.

      Jim looked at him for a second, trying to work out what had just
happened.  "What's fine, son?"

      "The ride back to the ranch. I think I've gotten enough exercise for
today."

      "Good. Get in up front, no need for you to ride in the back seat,"
said Sheriff White Cloud.

      They quickly moved into the patrol car and were headed back to the
ranch. As they pulled to a stop in front of the house, Trent realized that
no one was home. He really could go back and pretend he'd never
left. Gathering up his bag, he exited the car and started walking back to
his house. The sheriff was about to pull away, when he saw Trent pause. He
waited, somehow sensing that was the correct response. After a second or
two, Trent turned and walked back to the squad car and leaned in the open
window.

      "Thanks," said Trent.

      Sheriff White Cloud smiled at him. "You're welcome."

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