Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2011 15:46:37 -0800 (PST)
From: RedDirt Writer <reddirtwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrangler Butts 5

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      The blaring of a pickup horn jarred Darrin and Mitch awake early the
next morning. Their sleep deadened brains dimly recognizing that they were
deep in a self- created nest of limbs and bedding. Mitch frantically tried
to free himself from the cloth leviathan as he struggled to reach his
clothes, only to find himself in a heap on the floor with a tentacle of
sheet wrapped around his ankle.

      "Shit!" said Mitch, as he jerked his feet out of the bedding.

      "What the hell is going on?"

      "Milk productions again. I forgot! Damnit!"

      Mitch yanked on his underwear and jeans, pulling on his t-shirt as he
raced toward the door. Sweeping his paperwork against his chest and
grabbing his boots in one hand, he sprinted for the pickup.

      "I'm coming! I'm coming! Sorry," yelled Mitch to the crew.

      Darrin collapsed back into their bed, having never made it out during
the brief "Mitch storm" that he had just endured. The panicked beginning of
his day had left his system filled with adrenaline. As his body recovered
his mind began to sift through the details of last night. Recalling Mitch's
touch, Darrin ran his fingers over his chest and abdomen. He luxuriated in
the feeling of peace that enveloped him. He smiled in acknowledgement of
his inevitable morning erection, which towered above his bush.  Wrapping
his hand around it, he began to stroke slowly as he replayed their
lovemaking.  Sighing deeply Darrin wiped the slick fluid oozing from his
slit over his dick, savoring the sensations he created. Running his other
hand over his chest he rubbed his nipples, the rough skin of his fingers
sending shockwaves to his hard shaft. His breathing deepened as he teased
himself, his body filling with need. As he pictured Mitch again he slowed
his efforts. Teasing his slit and rubbing the slick honey over the head of
his straining dick, he realized that he really wanted to share this feeling
with Mitch. Making a decision to save his amour for Mitch he rose from the
musky scented bed to shower and begin his day.

      The crew working with Darrin breathed a collective sigh of relief
when it was immediately evident that they were working with the competent
version of the graduate student they knew. Darrin enjoyed the guys that
normally worked on his crew, and Wade, the foreman, was always cracking
jokes. But he could also be all business. Quickly finishing up yesterday's
work and making a dent in today's, the morning seemed to fly by for
Darrin. When they stopped for lunch Darrin realized he had forgotten to
make his lunch, and with a 20-mile round trip to the nearest town he knew
there wasn't time to get anything. He resigned himself to whatever food he
could find in his pickup, as he walked over to scrounge through the glove
box. Unfortunately all he found was a package of cheese crackers and a
handful of catsup packages from Sonic. Sitting in the shade of his pickup
he slowly ate the crackers, not quite willing to just eat catsup. He looked
up to see Wade headed toward him. Sitting on the ground beside Darrin he
opened his lunch cooler.

      "This morning went pretty well! We'll have these finished before
nightfall," said Wade.

      "Yeah, seems to be going much better. Don't know what was wrong with
me yesterday."

      "Well you seemed a little distracted. It happens. Women can get to a
man sometimes."

      Darrin grinned, "Yeah, love sure can screw things up."

      "You must'a patched things up though. Cause you have been grinning
all day! The boys seem to think you got lucky last night," said Wade with a
smile.

      Darrin turned scarlet, feeling the heat pouring from his face he knew
it was obvious that Wade had hit too close to the truth. To complete his
embarrassment he choked, blowing partially chewed crackers over his
jeans. Trying to catch his breath, and his composure, he looked away and
muttered.

      "Ah, yeah. You know how it is. "

      Wade cackled at Darrin's discomfort and grinned. "It's ok Darrin. I
do know. I was young once." Wade clasped him on the shoulder, "Hey you
don't have much lunch.  You aren't dieting or something are ya? Cause we
gotta lot to do this afternoon."

      "No. No diet. I just forgot to fix it. Mitch had milk productions
early this morning and his crew woke us up when they showed up. Guess it
sorta set me off on the wrong foot today."

      Wade cracked open his cooler and handed Darrin a sandwich. "Here. It
ain't much but it's a damn sight better than tiny crackers. B'sides my wife
fixed me three of them.  She's always afraid that I won't have enough to
eat." Wade took another of the sandwiches and bit into it. Darrin unwrapped
the sandwich he had been handed and took a tentative bite. The taste of
yellow mustard and fried baloney flooded his mouth.  Immediately he was
transported to when he was five and fried baloney meant "special day"
lunches with his mother. Darrin closed his eyes as he chewed, thoroughly
enjoying the unexpected comfort food.

      Darrin swallowed and said, "Fried baloney. I haven't had a fried
baloney sandwich since I was a little kid."

      "Yeah, they are good stuff. One of my favorites too. The wife doesn't
fix them too often, says they're a lot of trouble," said Wade with a shrug.

      The two sat in companionable silence as they ate. Wade handed Darrin
a few more morsels from his cooler until Darrin was wondering exactly how
much food Wade's wife had packed for him. The finale was Wade's shared
homemade brownie that had Darrin licking his fingers afterwards.

      "Damn that was good Wade. I appreciate you sharing your lunch. Your
wife packs a mean lunch cooler!"

      Wade smiled and nodded, "Yeah, everyone needs someone to take care of
'em, and to take care of." Wade looked at Darrin and winked and then
gathered up the remnants of their lunch and began getting the crew moving
again.

      They finished the rest of the work with no problems, although it was
still late when they were done. Darrin had long ago realized that work on a
ranch is finished when it's finished, not by some clock. Gathering up his
datasheets and typing the last of the entries into his computer, he packed
up. After checking tomorrow's schedule with Wade, he crawled into his
pickup for the drive home.

      Darrin mulled over a thousand things, from his research to Mitch, so
engrossed in his thoughts that he was almost surprised when he pulled up to
the residence. Wondering if Mitch was back yet, he crawled out of the
pickup and went into the house.

      "Mitch. Hey MITCH!"

      Mitch walked from the bedroom, naked and damp from his recent shower,
toweling his hair dry.

      "Yeah babe, I'm here. What's up?" Mitch made a last swipe with the
towel and walked over to Darrin. Flipping the damp towel over Darrin's head
and pulling him closer with it, Mitch kissed him softly. Stepping back he
ripped the towel from around Darrin's neck and then finished toweling off.

      Darrin watched as the delicious hair on Mitch's body undulated under
the towel.  A dry Texas breeze blew through the room, carrying him the
scent of the man in front of him. Watching Mitch openly was so new to him
that he still felt that he should somehow be hiding his stares, but instead
he drank in the perfect man that was standing before him.  Mitch look up
into Darrin's lustful stare and chuckled.

      "Like what you see babe?"

      "Oh yeah. I love what I see!"

      He grabbed Darrin, pulling him into a warm embrace. Wrapping his
muscular arms around him, Mitch pressed their lips together in a heated
kiss, allowed his lips to part slightly, and his tongue to touch Darrin's
warm red lips. Sensing his gentle probing, Darrin parted his lips. Mitch
quickly exploited the breach and slipped his branding-iron hot tongue deep
into Darrin's mouth. Their kisses lingered and explored. Both men panted as
their make-out session became more and more urgent. Darrin ran his hands
lower, wanting to explore the nude form in from of him. But as his hand
slid downward he felt rough hands clasp his. Mitch gave him a last
lust-filled kiss and then pulled back, a single strand of saliva trailing
between their lips.

      "Oh no big boy! You smell like cow shit. Go shower and I'll fix
dinner. Then we can . . . relax, " said Mitch.


      Darrin kissed him back softly, "Yeah. Ok, I'll clean up."

      He walked over and kicked off his boots, flipping them into the
corner. Moving to the bedroom door Darrin stripped off his work clothes,
while still watching Mitch.  Darrin's cock thickened at the sight of
Mitch's sexy ass, and engorged further when Mitch bent over to get
something from a lower cabinet. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Darrin
dropped his boxers and walked naked into the bathroom, his erection leading
the way.

      Darrin again relived the last two days as he moved through his shower
routine, and he realized they were some of the best of his life. As he
stepped into the shower, the brown runlets of water cascading off him
immediately testified to how filthy Darrin truly was. Soaping his body, he
lathered his hair covered chest and stomach. Moving lower he soaped his
dick and balls and then worked the lather over his ass. His eyes closed as
he began working the slick gel into the thick hair in his crack. As his
hand rubbed up and down his ass, he moaned softly each time his
soap-slicked fingers ran over his hole.  Feeling his pucker yield slightly
to the pressure, he slowly slid one finger into his ass and began to finger
fuck himself. His slippery finger ran in and out of his hole as his other
hand caressed his chest. He reveled in the texture of hair under his
fingers. Clear juice pumped from his cock as he added a second finger to
his ass. The extra girth stretched his sphincter further. Darrin gasped and
hung his head as the burning sensation radiated from his ass. As the heat
of sex flooded his body, he rammed his fingers deep into his ass, twisting
his hard nipples with his other hand. He moaned softly as his body moved
closer to orgasm.

      "Hey, College! Time to eat. Get your ass in here!" shouted Mitch.

      Jarred from his haze, Darrin's fingers popped from his ass as he
realized what he had been doing. Flushing bright red he quickly finished
his shower and stepped out.  Grabbing a towel, he dried off while willing
his cock to go down. As he walked out of the bathroom, he looked up to see
Mitch standing at the bedroom door, now clothed in tight white BVDs and
looking hot.

      "Come on stud. Time to eat. Get some underwear on that monster so we
can have supper."

      Darrin blushed again as he tried to hide his inflated
penis. Rummaging through his clothes he found a pair of oversized boxers
and slid them on with the hope that he could hide his dick inside their
tent-like confines. He moved to the table and tried to hide his crotch
under the table while Mitch was taking the food off the stove. He arrived
seconds later, laden with grilled steak and fried potatoes for their
minuscule table. Sitting down across from Darrin he looked over the meal.

      "Meat and taters. My favorite!" said Mitch, with an overblown smile.

      Darrin chuckled and relaxed a little. Spearing a steak with his fork
and piling potatoes on his plate, he began to eat.

      "You know, eating with you is going to make me fat. A few vegetables
wouldn't kill ya," said Darrin.

      "Don't like the green shit," said Mitch around a bite of steak.

      "I'll find some 'green shit' that you'll like. You'll try it? Right?"

      "Yeah, ok. I'll try it. But I like meat and taters best."

      Laughing again Darrin said, "Yes Mitch. I got it. My man likes meat
and potatoes.  Well, I certainly like his meat so I guess I'll learn to
live with it."

      Darrin blushed slightly as he looked for Mitch's reply, which was a
bawdy wink above a fork piled with fried potatoes. The companionable meal
was finished at a leisurely pace with the cleanup shared between
them. After the last of the mess was taken care of they found themselves on
the couch with Darrin laying his head in Mitch's lap.  The comfortable
silence continued as Mitch began to slowly caress Darrin. Mitch let the
body hair slip between his fingers as he lightly touched Darrin. Tracing
light circles over his areolas, he drifted his hand to Darrin's navel where
he gently tugged the hair surrounding it. Mitch's fingers slid under the
waistband of Darrin's boxers, skimming over the dense hair covering his
abdomen. Curling down, Mitch kissed him lightly on the forehead.

      "You are so sexy," said Mitch in a soft voice.

      Darrin looked up at him with a look of disbelief. "You're crazy. You
are so fuck'n hot, and you're with me. And you think I'm . . . sexy. You're
nuts!"

      Mitch smiled and kissed him again. "Beauty is in the eye of the
beholder, College.  Remember that."

      "Mitch."

      "Yeah."

      "You remember our rule. About asking for what you want to do."

      "Yeah, College. I remember."

      "Well, if you agreed to it once. Do I have to ask again?"

      Mitch barked out a laugh, "No. Just go for it!"

      Darrin smile and rose from Mitch's lap. His cock peeked out of the
gaping fly on his boxers as he leaned against Mitch, pushing him down on
the couch and lifting his arm to expose the dark thicket of hair under the
muscular bicep. Darrin plunged his face into the dense hair and
inhaled. His already stiff cock throbbed as it hardened even further. He
began to feast on Mitch's pit like it was a 10-course meal. His tongue
explored and tasted the vibrant masculine body pinned beneath him. Moving
to the other arm he found the same delicate musk. Darrin forcefully moved
between Mitch's armpits until he felt a firm grip on his face that pulled
him in for a hard kiss.

      "Time for more fun big boy."

      Mitch rolled them so his body splayed over Darrin like a
blanket. Without a word he started kissing his lover, moving down his
body. Caressing and touching Darrin with his tongue as he moved to his
nipples, he took each one in his mouth to lick and bite them until they
were hard and erect. Moving lower he began running his tongue around
Darrin's navel. To his amusement Mitch discovered that he had found
Darrin's ticklish spot, which he dove back into with impish delight. The
unexpected attack caused Darrin to erupt in giggles, his turgid cock waving
from his crotch.

      "Ticklish are we? Something to explore another day," said Mitch as
his finger continued to circle Darrin's navel.

      Darrin looked up at Mitch and gasped out, "I'll get you for that
fucker!" Then collapsed back to the couch.

      Wiggling lower and resting his arms on Darrin's legs he began licking
over his inner thighs. Pushing the cloth of his boxers higher, Mitch
touched his tongue to the hairy sack where it was exposed in the loose
fabric.  Caressing Darrin's legs softly, he slowly levered himself up and
then grabbed the sides of the huge boxers.

      "These have got to go. And damn, just show your boner instead of
trying to hide it in a huge ass pair of boxers!" said Mitch with a chuckle.

      Darrin colored red that he had not been successful hiding his earlier
erection. But quickly realized that he had just been told that being caught
with a stiffy wasn't a bad thing. Suddenly Mitch grabbed the fly of the
boxers and ripped them apart, pulled them from under Darrin's ass, and
tossed them to the floor.

      "There. Now you won't wear those ugly-ass things again!"

      "Hey! Those were my- Oh fuck . . ." said Darrin with a gasp as
Mitch's hot mouth surrounded his swollen glans. Darrin moaned as Mitch's
tongue dove into his piss slit.  His breath hissed from between his teeth
as the feelings of pleasure pulsing through him took a wonderful new
dimension. Wanting to taste the nectar that he knew was flowing from his
lover's cock, Darrin reached down, grabbed an arm and tugged.

      "Turn!" said Darrin.

      Mitch looked up with a smile and then pivoted around Darrin's
body. He stopped with his knees planted on either side of Darrin's head and
his cock dripping onto his face.

      "Umm, god, that looks so good," said Darrin.

      Diving into the furred groin above him Darrin licked and tugged the
thick hair, his own cock throbbing with empathy as Mitch continued to
unleash on it. Darrin ran his tongue up Mitch's ass crack, flicking it
against the twitching hole nested inside. Focused on Mitch's brown-eye for
several moments he probed the opening with single-minded intensity. Feeling
the growing accumulation of precum on his stomach from Mitch's dripping
cock, Darrin left the densely haired ass that he so loved to find Mitch's
red, swollen monster jutting from his crotch. Darrin wrapped his lips
around it, circling his tongue on the ridge of the cockhead, as he bathed
in the taste and smells assaulting him.  Relaxing his throat he began
sliding Mitch's cock deeper, feeling the bulging vein and enormous cum tube
as they slithered over his lips. Moaning around the invading flesh, his
body shivered. Time stopped as Darrin's body registered all that was
happening. His balls were tight against his dick in response to Mitch's
amazing mouth, while at the same instant his lips were pressed against
Mitch's wiry pubic hair. That climatic moment drove Darrin over the
edge. His dick convulsed over and over as his balls emptied their contents
into his lover's mouth. Darrin's body shuddered as Mitch sucked and
swallowed the load of sperm flooding into his mouth. As his awareness
returned, Darrin swallowed Mitch's cock over and over, massaging his glans
with each gulp. Mitch arched his body, pinning his cock in the warm orifice
that was producing such pleasure.

      "Ohgod. Babe that feels amazing. You swallowed it all! Fuck!"

      Darrin gripped Mitch's hips as he began fucking his face. The
steel-hard flesh of his dick rammed against Darrin's tonsils, as his hands
ran over Mitch's stunning body.  Darrin moaned slightly in disappointment
as Mitch slid his cock out. But then almost swooned as he watched Mitch's
furry ass rotate over him as Mitch shifted positions.

      "Oh fuck. I wanna jizz on your chest. I fuck'n wanna coat your
goddamn chest with cum!"

      Darrin stared transfixed at the hair lined ass crack moving inches
from his face.  Finally giving in to his lust he grabbed Mitch by the hips
and yanked his butt tight against his face. Unable to control his hunger he
rammed his tongue into the trench. The smell and musk proved to be too
much. Darrin's inhibitions vaporized and he burrowed his tongue deep into
the ass pressed against his face. As his tongue sought it's mark he
absorbed the tastes and smells surrounding him. Then his tongue slid over
the object of his search.

      "Oh fuck yeah. FUCK! Yeah, tongue that hole!"

      Encouraged by Mitch, he drove his tongue deeper into the ass pressed
against his face. Closing his eyes, he relished each stroke as he
tongue-fucked his lover. He felt his probe being expelled by the clenching
hole. Recognizing that Mitch was about to explode, he raked his tongue over
and over across the now flushed entryway.

      "Oh shit!" screamed Mitch.

      Cum started shooting over Darrin, Mitch's enormous ejaculation hosing
down his chest. Darrin's tongue pressed hard against the now quivering hole
as Mitch stripped the last drops of semen onto Darrin. Falling forward onto
his hands, Mitch gasped for air.

      "Oh my god. I thought my nuts had exploded. That was fuck'n
amazing. Your tongue . . . oh shit that was good."

      "So. What I did. That was . . . ok?"

      Mitch twisted, landing on top of Darrin. Squishing the cream between
their chests he looked at Darrin with an incredulous look on his face.

      "Are you fuck'n kidding me? You couldn't tell if it was ok! It was
goddamn mother fucking mind blowing amazing! Oh my god we have to get you
to relax. You're fuck'n amazing!"

      Darrin felt his face burn and redden with embarrassment. Unable to
speak he wrapped his arms around Mitch and held him tight as the two of
them returned from their sexual high. Eventually Mitch leaned up and kissed
Darrin on the chin. As he lifted himself up he watched the strings of cum
trail between them. Wiping his hand through the white cream he loaded his
fingers and brought them to his mouth where he sucked them clean. He kissed
Darrin again, allowing the fluid of their lovemaking to slide into Darrin's
mouth. The taste of their fluids flooded their senses as as their tongues
slid over each other. Time slowed as they enjoyed the post-climax intimacy.

      "I think we're going to need another shower. What do you think
College?"

      Darrin ran his finger though the white blob on his nipple. Sucking it
off his finger, he looked Mitch in the eyes and ran his hands over Mitch's
damp chest.

      "Yup, but you know there ain't much water here. So I reckin we will
jess haveta shower together."

      Mitch laughed at his bad drawl, "Yeah, I reckin."

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      The next few days were a blur of activity for both men. The demands
of their research pulled them to multiple locations over the station each
day. The physical activity was taxing and left them with the desire, but
little energy for intimacy. As the weekend approached it looked like they
might actually have some time together. But on Friday, Mitch was told that
he was working Saturday. They shared a quiet breakfast together to enjoy
what time they had. Standing at the door in his boxers Darrin watched as
Mitch drove off in his pickup. Moving slowly around the house, he tried to
think of something to keep him from the lonely haunting thoughts that
plagued him at times like this.

      Shaking off these oh-too-familiar feelings he set his resolve to keep
his mind occupied. He realized that the house was badly in need of
cleaning, given that neither of them had enough time to pickup after
themselves. So Darrin began a day of household chores in the hopes that it
would keep him busy.

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      The low evening sun dyed the landscape brilliant red, reminiscent of
a plains grassfire, as Darrin sat on the steps watching the dust boil up on
the road to the house. He knew Mitch was the cause since he had sent Darrin
a text saying not to worry about dinner - that he would take care of
it. Not knowing where they might go, Darrin had dressed in new Wranglers, a
black t-shirt and his good boots. He watched as the light pickup emerged
from the cloud of dust, coming to a halt in front of the house. Mitch
stepped out and Darrin noted that he looked clean, even thought he should
have been working all day.

      Mitch motioned and said, "Hey let's go. Come on!"

      Darrin jumped in the passenger side, letting Mitch drive since he had
no idea where they were going. Animated and excited, Mitch chatted more
than normal. Darrin began to wonder what had happened. Finally he blurted
out.

      "Why are you so clean? And why are you so chatty?"

      Mitch paused to collect his thoughts, "Well I'm clean because I took
a change of clothes with me this morning and Wade let me shower at the
headquarters before I went to town. So far as chatty . . ." Mitch looked
over at Darrin. "I guess I'm happy to be with you."
      Darrin felt himself melt at that simple declaration. Just the fact
that Mitch was happy to be around him was enough. At that place and in that
moment Darrin was happy and content, that small part of him that was always
in doubt still whispered, but he refused to listen to it.

      "Oh, ok. So where are we going?"

      Mitch beamed at him and almost bouncing in the seat. "Can't tell
ya. It's a surprise!"

      Darrin laughed at Mitch's child-like exuberance. Settling into the
seat and relaxing he enjoyed the scenery, and commented to Mitch's litany
of his day when needed.  But mostly he basked in the enjoyment of being
with a man that he was realizing he had come to love deeply. Eventually
Darrin realized they had left any semblance of a road and were traveling
through waist high grass toward an overlook. Absently wondering where they
were going, he was surprised when they parked at the edge of the overlook.

      "Well we're here! What'd ya think!" said Mitch.

      "Of what? We're in the middle of nowhere."

      "Yeah! Isn't it great!" said Mitch, bounding out of the pickup.

      Darrin stepped from the pickup and walked back to stand beside
Mitch. He saw the look of rapt adoration on Mitch's face as he surveyed the
land below them. Darrin turned to see what was holding Mitch's attention
and found himself likewise enthralled.  The inland sea of gray-green flowed
for miles around them as the native prairie revealed itself under his
careful scrutiny. Infrequent islands of darker green marked the small
groves of trees that dotted this windswept vista. Darrin watched Mitch's
expression change subtlety as he renewed himself from the land. But it
wasn't a landscape that held wide appeal. It was a land that would test a
person and crush them if they were found lacking. But Darrin realized in an
instant that Mitch was enthralled with this harsh mistress, as it
encapsulated all the stories that he had related to Darrin over the past
year.

      "It's beautiful," said Darrin in a whisper.

      Mitch turned and smiled at him. "Yeah, it's pretty spectacular isn't
it," Mitch turned back. "Someday. Someday I'll have a place like this."

      Darrin smiled and walked over, wrapping his arm around Mitch's
waist. "I'm sure you will Mitch. I'm sure you will."

      Darrin paused for a minute, and mouthed almost silently. "Maybe we
will." Mitch turned and kissed him.

      "What babe?"

      "Oh, " said Darrin. "Well, you said we were going to dinner. So
. . ." Darrin indicated the empty landscape with a nod of his head.

      Mitch chuckled and mussed Darrin's hair. "This is where we're eating!
I made us a picnic. Isn't this a great place!"

      Darrin shook his head and laughed as he watched Mitch sprint to the
pickup again and pulled out a plastic cooler and some blankets from behind
the seat. Walking to the tailgate he motioned for Darrin to lower it. Then
he tossed down the blankets for them to sit on and wedged the cooler
against the pickup bed. Turning he plopped on the tailgate and patted his
hand on a spot beside him.

      "Have a seat, babe. I've got us a great supper." Mitch began digging
in the cooler.  First pulling out two ice-cold Budweisers, and handed
Darrin one. Taking the bottle Darrin twisted off the cap and tilted it to
his lips, enjoying the refreshing liquid as it slid down his dry throat. He
lowered the bottle with a sigh.

      "Oh yeah. What else do you have in there?"

      Mitch sat down his own half-emptied beer and began pulling out the
meal. It was mostly traditional picnic food, but there were a few things
that Mitch seemed to be keeping back as a surprise. Darrin began piling
food on his plate, but realized that there was no meat for the sandwiches.

      "Umm, Mitch. You forgot the lunch meat."

      "Nope!" said Mitch with a triumphant grin. Reaching back in he
hoisted out a sealed plastic container and handed it to Darrin. Darrin
cracked open the plastic to the distinctive smell of fried baloney. Looking
up at Mitch he stuttered."What? How?"

      "Wade told me you loved fried baloney. So I cooked you some at the
headquarters.  His wife helped me put together some of the picnic things
too."

      "Wade . . . and his wife . . . helped. So. What did you? How did you
explain . . .  us." said Darrin with a shiver of dread.

      "I just told 'em I thought we needed a break. Yup, they're good
people. Said to tell you hi."

      Darrin nodded, trying to digest this information with his meal. His
stomach clenched as he worried about the possible consequences of Mitch's
information, but finally cast off his anxiety and enjoyed the meal. As they
finished the last of the potato salad, Mitch looked at Darrin with that
mischievous grin that Darrin was starting to recognize as trouble.

      "What have you done?" said Darrin.

      "Nothing, nothing at all. Just a little surprise is all." Mitch
reached into the cooler again and pulled out a can of whipping cream. "I
thought we might like some dessert."

      "But what are you-" Darrin paused as it dawned on him that the
whipped cream was for a very adult dessert.

      Mitch started shaking the can while he stared at Darrin. "Take off
your shirt, stud.  I want to see your hairy chest."

      "Here!" said Darrin with a squeak.

      "Yes here. Who's going to see anything?"

      Darrin glanced from side to side as if anti-sex patrols were going to
jump from the grass surrounding them. Scrutinizing the horizon closely he
realized that Mitch was right, there were no signs of human touch in
sight. Quickly deciding this was part of the new Darrin, he reached down
and tugged his black shirt over his head and laid it over the side of the
pickup. Mitch leaned over to Darrin with a lecherous look on his face as he
squirted whipped cream over one of Darrin's nipples. He gasped slightly as
the cold sensation coating his nipple. Mitch leaned toward his chest, his
hot tongue slowly emerging from his mouth to slice through the froth and
hitting his nipple. Erotic sensations surged through Darrin as the electric
jolts ran from his chest.

      "Oh fuck," said Darrin with a sigh. "That feels so good."

      Mitch's acknowledgement was an increase in speed as he trailed his
tongue over Darrin's nipple, removing the cream a slice at a time. He moved
to Darrin's other nipple and repeated his actions. When he finished he left
two hard red columns protruding through the chest hair. Mitch straddled
him, their crotches pressed against each other, their jeans caused a
wonderful friction as Mitch dry humped his lover's groin. Laying on Darrin,
he began to rub and kiss over the wide chest under him. Stealing a kiss
from Darrin's red lips, Mitch dove downward. Darrin sighed with desire as
Mitch's oral performance twisted and dodged down his torso. Mitch paused as
he reached Darrin's midriff, looking into his eyes with an expression of
pure orneriness and grabbed the can again. Pressing the nozzle hard, he
almost instantly filled Darrin's navel with whipped cream. Mitch quickly
pressed his face onto Darrin's stomach, where he licked and sucked the
slippery substance as Darrin writhed under him in helpless laughter. Mitch
finally paused, allowing Darrin to regained his breath. Almost reduced to
tears by his ticklish belly, Darrin gasped for air.

      "Asshole! You're going to pay for that!" said Darrin between gasps.

      Darrin's grab at Mitch was quickly aborted by a hot hand surrounding
his package and squeezing it tight, ratcheting up the levels of lust that
were already approaching super nova.

      "Yeah. . . Gonna get. . . Shit," muttered Darrin.

      Darrin twisted and moaned as Mitch continued to knead his crotch. His
lust mounted as flashes of sanity contemplated another climax in his
jeans. But as his body began to tense, the pressure was suddenly gone. This
left Darrin thrashing and almost begging for release. He rose to his
elbows, enjoying the hot sensation of Mitch's fingers, as he slowly was
undressed; the unbuckled belt, the opened metal closure, and finally the
lowering of the thick zipper on his Wranglers as Darrin's crotch was
exposed. He almost giggled as Mitch paused and stared at his package.

      Mitch said with a grin, "What do we have here, College? Did you find
something to wear other than old man boxers?"

      Looking down at the deep green jockstrap covering Darrin's package
Mitch licked his lips. "Babe these are so sexy. They make me fuck'n horny"

      "Well that was why I got 'em. Calvin Kline seemed like a good
choice," said Darrin. "I'm glad you like them. I love the feel of my bare
ass in my jeans too."

      "Well then," said Mitch. "We might just have to start you a
collection cause they are fuck'n hot."

      Mitch reached up and ran his hand over the rock hard cock inside the
jockstrap.  As he stroked back and forth Mitch gently tugged the jock down,
releasing the head of Darrin's cock so it towered above the elastic
waistband. Darrin watched as Mitch shook the whipping cream again and then
coated his throbbing glans. Gasping he waited in aching anticipation for
what he knew would follow. Suddenly Mitch's hot tongue hit his cock and his
moan of anticipation ended. His hot mouth felt like a red-hot branding iron
against Darrin's cold and throbbing dick.

      "Ohhh fuck." said Darrin, "That's amazing."

      Darrin enjoyed the sights and sensations as Mitch worked his dick
almost to orgasm again and again. The edging was driving Darrin to the
limit of his sanity when suddenly Mitch paused, to Darrin's dismayed
groan. He reached up and slowly slid the jock lower, hooking the wide
elastic band under Darrin's balls. Trapped against his throbbing cock,
Darrin's nuts were on full display and churning. Mitch moved so his mouth
was inches from the exposed balls and blew his hot breath over them. Moving
lower his tongue flailed the exposed surface of Darrin's nuts and then dove
down the length of his exposed cock. Mitch left a trail of fiery spit that
left Darrin gasping.

      Gasping and needing release, Darrin distantly felt Mitch slide his
boots from his feet, kissing his foot as he slipped off each sock. Running
his hands up Darrin's thighs Mitch wrapped his fingers around Darrin's
remaining clothes and slid them slowly down his legs. Darrin realized his
stuff was nestled against the pickup bed, but somehow he didn't care so
long as Mitch was with him. Mitch pressed himself on top of Darrin. His
gentle kiss becoming more passionate as they began making out in
earnest. Mitch lifted his torso above Darrin, his hands braced on the
muscular chest below him, as he rubbed his denim-covered ass over Darrin's
bare stomach.

      "I seem to be overdressed for this party, babe. What're you gonna do
about it?"

      Darrin smiled at the challenge. He pulled Mitch against his chest and
rolled them so he was on top. Seating his bare ass over Mitch's crotch,
Darrin felt the thick hard cock trapped inside. He grabbed the bottom of
Mitch's shirt and ripped it open. The snaps sounded like a semi-automatic
pistol as they released. Pulling off the shirt, he tossed it to the
communal pile. Then he lunged onto Mitch's chest in his frantic desire to
touch every bit of the man beneath him yet again. His hands moved lower as
he stripped Mitch of his clothes and boots, pausing to enjoy the hot
masculine body in front of him. Grabbing the can, he squirted whipped cream
over Mitch's hard cock and huge balls. He lowered his face to the banquet,
feasting like a man starved for weeks. As he cleaned the last speck from
the forest under his tongue, he felt Mitch's hand clasp his head and pull
him upward.

      "My turn again, College," said Mitch in a lust filled voice.

      Pressing against Darrin's chest Mitch was once again on top. Moving
so that he was standing on the ground, Mitch reached up and pulled Darrin
toward him. He grabbed Darrin's cock in his fist and jacked it slowly as he
again reached for the whipped cream.  Squirting a thin stream down Darrin's
dick and over his nuts, he again devoured his man.  Darrin moaned under the
attention as the sexual heat raging through his body was fanned to new
levels. Starting to feel his impending orgasm Darrin's breath came in small
gasps, and then the sensations were again gone. Looking up he saw Mitch
considering him with a look of hunger. Mitch's dick was tucked high, with
the glisten of precum obvious on the shaft. He slapped Darrin on the side
of his ass.

      "Roll over. You munched my ass last time I think its only fair that I
eat your ass now."

      Darrin's heart raced at the thought of Mitch's tongue touching his
hole. Moving to his knees, he slumped his chest against the blanket and
spread his knees wide so his butt was open for whatever Mitch wanted. Soon
he heard the now familiar hiss of aerosol, followed immediately by the wet,
cold sensation that bled through his dense hair and ran over his quivering
hole. Letting out an audible gasp as Mitch's tongue first touched him,
Darrin was soon reduced to incomprehensible babble as his ass was licked
clean by Mitch's expert mouth. As Mitch stopped his exploration Darrin
almost whimpered in his need, but the assault renewed almost
immediately. He had changed his attack, using his tongue as a battering ram
to open Darrin's tight hole. As the steamy tongue dove further and further
into Darrin's clenched hole, the pleasure centers of Darrin's body fired to
overload. Finally Darrin's body relaxed as his gates opened wide, ready to
be plundered.  Darrin desperately tried to communicate his need, but the
sounds coming from him were babble that was barely recognizable as having
originated in language. Mitch paused, running his thumb over Darrin's hole.

      "What babe?"

      "Fuck me," said Darrin with a whimper. "Please fuck me. Fuck me now."

      Mitch withdrew his touch. For an instant Darrin feared he had asked
too much, went too fast. It was always too much with him. But then he
realized that Mitch was lying beside him so they are face to face.

      "Babe. I didn't. I wasn't. Baby I don't have any condoms and I won't
do it without protection."

      "It's ok. I am clean. I got tested over a year ago and . . . well
there hasn't been anyone after that," said Darrin.

      "Babe, it's not you that I'm worried about. I haven't been with
anyone either, but I've avoided getting tested. I guess I'm afraid of what
I might find out. But I won't take a chance with you. We have to use a
condom. I'm horny enough to fuck a mare but I won't take the chance of
hurting you." Mitch leaned in and kissed Darrin softly.

      Darrin's mind raced, screaming for a solution. He suddenly
remembered.

      "Mitch."

      "Yeah."

      "I have some . . ."

      "You do? Where?"

      "In the center console of the truck. I bought 'em and keep forget to
take them out."

      Mitch gripped Darrin's chin and turned it so they were eye to
eye. "Darrin, why do you have a package of condoms if you haven't been with
anyone in over a year."

      Darrin's face colored as he realized that he couldn't escape this
question.

      "Uh, I use em. On me."

      "What do you mean 'on you'?"

      "Oh god Mitch, are you really going to make me say it?"

      "I guess so. Spill it. What've you done this time that you think's so
horrible?"

      "Fine! I beat off in them. There! Are you happy now! I beat off and
fucking jizz in a fucking condom."

      Darrin turned his face in embarrassment. Slowly he realized that
Mitch was not angry, in fact he was shaking with laughter.

      Mitch said, "Shit, is that all! That might be fuck'n hot. Maybe I'll
watch sometime.  But in the mean time don't move . . ."

      Darrin watched Mitch climb out of the truck bed and carefully walk to
the cab.  Disappearing for a few moments he quickly returned with the prize
clamped in his hand.  Darrin realized he had never moved and his naked ass
was still in the air. Mitch moved so they were again face-to-face.

      "Babe, are you sure. This probably isn't exactly how you pictured our
first time."

      "Mitch, I want you inside me so bad. Please. Fuck me!" Darrin pressed
his lips hard against Mitch's. Distilling his passion into that kiss.

      "Oh fuck. You are so damn hot. I've wanted to screw you for
months. I've jerked off thinking about fuck'n you. I want'd it to be
perfect though."

      "It'll be perfect. It'll be with you," said Darrin, "Now sweetie, if
you don't get back there and fuck your boyfriend, your boyfriend is horny
enough to find any random cowboy that will plug his hole!"

      Mitch laughed and moved back, running his hands over the exposed ass
in front of him. Darrin moaned softly with each touch and it's residual
tracing of fire. Mitch moved closer, squeezing the muscular ass in his
hands. He moved between the moist ass cheeks to rub his thumb over Darrin's
distended hole. Lifting one hand to his mouth, he coated his finger with
saliva and pressed it against the tight star. He teased Darrin's hole,
watching it twitch and convulse as it became more and more swollen with
need. As the moans increased in volume, Mitch slowly slide his finger deep
inside Darrin's hot gut.  Twisting and probing with his digit, Mitch
explored the canal thoroughly. Darrin's body arched and pressed back,
needing more. Mitch smiled and smoothly added another finger, causing a low
growl to erupt from Darrin's chest as two thick, callused fingers penetrate
his gut.

      "Shit, god yes. That feels amazing," said Darrin.

      "Your ass is so fuck'n hot! Fuck it's hungry for my dick!"

      Soon the two digits became three as Mitch prepared Darrin. He
stretched and probed the grasping lips of his ass, Darrin's inner sphincter
the last to relax and open to his surrogate cock. Darrin was lost in waves
of pleasure as his tunnel was explored.  Finally he gasped out.

      "Goddamnit Mitch! FUCK ME!"

      Mitch grinned at Darrin's red, panting face as he tore open the
condom package and unrolled its contents over his throbbing, enraged
dick. Darrin watched as a trail of saliva ran from Mitch's mouth to land on
the fat, hard dick in his hand. Finally Mitch moved behind Darrin, kneeling
on the blanket. Darrin hung his head, a mare in heat waiting to be mounted
by his stud. He felt his body tense as the hot head of Mitch's cock pressed
against his ass lips. He willed himself to relax as his butt stretched to
accommodate this new invader. The familiar burning of penetration began,
but quickly exceeded anything Darrin had felt before. As the pain became
almost unbearable, he heard a soft voice in his ear as Mitch laid his body
over Darrin's back.

      "Almost babe. Once the head is through we'll let you recover."

      With that Mitch pumped his hips slightly, forcing his cockhead
through the barrier. Darrin gasped as he felt the ridge pop through his
over-stretched sphincter, the pain seemingly insurmountable for the first
few seconds but Mitch remained still as promised and the pain slowly
receded. Without realizing it Darrin began pushing backward, wanting more
cock inside him, needing Mitch buried in his hole.

      "Oh my, seems I've got an overachiever on my hands. It looks like
College's ready for step 2." said Mitch with a chuckle.

      Mitch gripped Darrin's hips in his powerful hands and slowly pushed
his cock deeper into Darrin's canal. Moans erupted from Darrin as he was
assaulted with new and wonderful sensations. Darrin lifted his chest from
the blanket, pushing against Mitch, as his entire focus became that part of
his body in contact with Mitch's manhood. With one final shove from them
both, Darrin felt the satisfying sensation of Mitch's curly pubic hair
against his ass.

      "There, all in. Just relax. Your ass is so fuck'n hot. I'm close to
busting my nut!"

      Darrin moaned his agreement as he enjoyed the full feeling radiating
from his ass.  He began moving on Mitch's sheathed cock, signaling his
readiness for breeding. Mitch moved in time with him. Beginning slowly and
then picking up speed as he pulled out further and further, only to ram
deep inside Darrin's tight muscular butt. On one particularly violent
stroke Darrin felt it plow against his prostate, flooding his senses with a
new level of lust.

      "Ohgod! FUCKFUCKFUCK! That's it!"

      "Babe, did I hit a good spot? Does my man like a good prostate
massage?" said Mitch with a sneer.

      "FUCK! OHGOD!"

      Darrin lost himself in the torrent of pleasure as Mitch hammered his
newly discovered butt nut. Already on the precipice of orgasm the explosion
of sensations drove him over the edge. With a silent scream, his body began
convulsing, volumes of cum jetting from his cock as his body plummeted
through release. His muscles clamped down on Mitch's dick as it continued
to ram over and over again into his clenching body. With a final tremor the
last drops of semen leaked from Darrin's dick as his ass continued to be
battered. Sensing that Mitch was speeding toward his own climax, Darrin
clamped his ass around Mitch's dick, milking the cream from those huge
nuts. Mitch tensed against him, dumping the contents of his balls into the
latex sheath. Darrin moaned as the heat of Mitch's ejaculation scalded the
recesses of his ass. Darrin relished the final throes of their orgasms as
Mitch's meaty thighs pressed tight against his own trembling ass. Soon he
felt the weight of an exhausted man land on his back as Mitch collapsed.

      "Oh god babe," said Mitch breathlessly. "Your ass is amazing. I've
never felt anything that good."

      Darrin smiled with the praise. "Well, you fucked the cum out of
me. So I think that means you were damn amazing too." He turned his head
and kissed Mitch's cheek and lowered them both to the blanket. Darrin
enjoyed Mitch's heat on him as the minutes passed and they recovered. He
felt the softening dick slip from his ass as they lay on top of each
other. Pushing himself up, Darrin reached down and slipped the filled
condom from Mitch's deflating cock. Holding it up for examination he was
amazed at the volume.

      "Damn, you cum a lot"

      Mitch said, "Judging from this blanket, you didn't do so bad either."

      Darrin laughed and tossed the used rubber over the side. Cuddling
back against each other, Mitch wrapped his arms around Darrin and pulled
him tight. He nuzzled against Darrin's neck as they watched the stars
slowly come out in the darkening Texas sky. Finally Mitch propped himself
up on one elbow and leaned in for another gentle kiss.

      "I hate to be the bad guy, but we should start back."

      "Yeah, I know. Just a couple more minutes, then we can start
back. Ok?"

      Mitch kissed him again and then pressed his head against Darrin's
chest.

      "Yeah, Ok. A couple more minutes sounds good."


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