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CH 8.
Marc wiped his forehead, leaving behind a trail of white frosting. There were so many cupcakes to decorate. The cupcakes were providing an ample distraction. Marc didn't have to think about his parents, and he certainly didn't have to think about the search on Bullmen he looked up.
That had been two weeks ago. Marc slammed his laptop the moment the search results came up. He didn't want to know. He was afraid he couldn't handle it. His computer was still sitting closed on the floor in his room.
Today however, Marc had to help with the new Cowmen tenants that would be arriving. He thought it meant carrying in their bags, but he had been put on food duty. Apparently, there was a lot to do when new Cowmen groups came. Essentially, they were throwing a huge party to celebrate the arrival.
Luckily, Marc didn't have to bare it alone. He was with other workers that were skilled in baking and food decorating. They were all around a huge table putting icing onto the hundreds of cupcakes and other desserts. None of the other workers were tired, or even sweating.
The only ones close to that were the two next to Marc. They seemed to be having their own bad time.
"Need some help?" Marc said turning to his left.
"I don't!" Trevor whined. He was struggling with getting the icing out of his pastry bag.
"How about you?" Marc turned to the right.
"Huh?" Ken said looking up. He had been using a frosting spatula to cover a cake. The cake looked beautiful, but Marc was at a loss for words for how so much frosting ended up on Ken.
Marc laughed to himself fighting to hold back his voice. The two Cowmen were only in this situation because they volunteered. It was a funny sight, watching these two boys be so domestic.
All three were wearing the same white aprons as the rest of the staff. The only difference was their aprons weren't as spotless as the trained workers.
A few things had changed since the two Cowmen started school. Trevor was less grouchy and irritable in the mornings. He was now a little more put together before heading out the door. That's how he had the ability to help with baking today. It was 8:00am, and he had mustered up the resolve to show up.
Ken's changes were more physical. He had gotten a few inches taller and there was no denying his muscles. He was clearly in shape, but not a regular athlete. He still had the same sweet personality he did before.
The three boys continued to work until they were done. The team of workers celebrated being able to finish another year of baked goods on schedule for the arrival.
Marc went to the front door when he heard the new Cowmen were pulling up. He didn't even bother to throw off his apron. It wasn't long before Ken and Trevor joined him.
Two coach buses arrived at the end of the walk way were Uncle T was standing with 20 other workers. Cowmen began piling off the bus. Standing from the door way the could see a hectic scene taking place. People trying to retrieve their items from the bus's luggage department.
They walked into the mansion and out the back, passing by the three boys. They were headed to the homes in the back.
"Where are they going? After all that time we just spent baking." Trevor said.
"Uncle T said they already got assigned a house depending on whether they came as a family or solo. They're putting away their things, then later we'll start the party.
A cowman in the oncoming crowd tried to scoot pass Ken but tripped. Thankfully, the cowman was caught by Marc before his face hit the ground.
"Woah, careful." Marc said catching the stranger by the arm.
"Thanks," The cowman said looking up. The cowman's face took Marc's breath away. He had handsome boy next door looks, adorned with blonde hair and stunning dark brown eyes.
Marc couldn't find the words to reply. Every cowman was beautiful, but the universe would every so often provide one Marc felt an attraction to.
"Um? You still here?" The cowman waved his hand in front of Marc's face.
"Marc's doesn't know how to handle handsome Cowmen." Trevor chuckled patting Marc on the back, bringing him back to reality.
Marc frowned at Trevor, who only winked back in response. He knew it was a Cowmen thing be so open about attraction, but he wished Trevor hadn't said it. Was there, or was there not anything going on between them? Shouldn't Trevor be the tiniest bit jealous Marc thought.
Ken added, "He's new to working on the farm, but don't let that fool you. He's exceptional at everything!"
Marc was glad his black skin made it impossible for people to see him blush because he'd be scarlet by now.
"You're human?"
Marc only nodded in response.
"You were all so handsome standing here I thought you all must be Cowmen."
Marc could only think, `Oh god there's three of them now.' Were these boys desperate to kill him from embarrassment?
Marc was a little happy that Ken and Trevor were taken aback by the fellow teenager's frankness. Based on their upbringings it must have been the first time anyone expressed interest in them.
"My name is Ayden," The young cowman said, shaking each of the boy's hands. "You two smell good." Ayden said looking between Ken and Trevor.
"Well we just did some baking," Ken said.
"No, it's not that," Ayden shook his head. "You all smell sweet." He said, emphasizing that he was including Marc. "But there's something else there with you two."
Trevor lifted his shirt and smelt it. Marc sniffed Ken's neck. No one in the trio smelt anything different.
Ayden stared bewildered, "Sorry, maybe it was my nose messing up. I'd love to stay and chat, but I want to get to my house and get a good room."
And with that their new friend disappeared into the crowd spilling out into the back.
The three stood dumbfounded. A boy had just swept them off their feet, then disappeared into a bundle of roaming bodies.
"Wow, so that's what an actual cowman our age is like." Ken said awestruck.
"I guess so," Trevor added.
"Don't you guys talk to other Cowmen at school?" Marc threw in.
"That's where we learn. It's not encouraged to express attraction to others." Trevor said.
The two Cowmen had to be dealing with something. Now that they were around others like them, they probably realized how different their `first farms' were. The other cowmen were just normal kids, but Ken and Trevor had lived through struggles. In a way, they weren't like the other Cowmen around them.
"Well... He wasn't that hot." Marc said, causing his friends to laugh.
"Marc, you were drooling." Ken retorted.
"I thought you'd gone brain dead." Trevor stated.
Marc had to laugh at those statements. He was glad he had gotten their thoughts on something else for the moment. Marc knew they would possibly have to confront those feelings in the future, but not just yet.
In truth though, Marc hadn't been lying about Ayden. He was without a doubt good-looking. In a lineup of attractiveness though, Marc felt he'd go with Ken or Trevor.
The morning faded into the afternoon as the party started and went well into the evening.
Marc found himself caught up in a conversation with three Cowmen, two females and one male. He didn't want to admit he had already forgotten their names. But it wasn't his fault. The party was a huge meet and greet. Names started to blend together after the first hour.
Instead Marc just noted the guy had a small beauty mark on his neck and one of the females had freckles. The other girl had no feature that made her stand out. Surprisingly, a room full of hot people, just made her another face in the crowd with no discernable traits.
Marc looked around the crowd to see if he could find Ken. He was in desperate need of a rescue. The three Cowmen were great, but Marc was getting the idea they were trying to rope him into a foursome.
While Marc couldn't find his best friend, his eyes did land on Trevor across the room. Marc was experiencing Deja vu. The only difference was there was no girl in Trevor's lap, instead standing across from him was Ayden. The two were having a lively conversation.
"I get it now! You like, Ayden." The boy with the mole on neck said.
"What?" Marc said turning his attention back to his group.
"Don't try to deny it. We all saw you staring," The girl with freckles laughed.
"But if you want to have sex with him. He is a pretty good choice." The other girl twirled her hair looking past Marc towards Ayden. "I mean his ass looks so damn thick in those shorts."
"You guys know him? Are you all from the same farm?" Marc asked. He was doing a great job controlling his boner around all the hot guys but discussing them would be a different story. He didn't want to have to adjust himself out in the open.
The girl with freckles also peeked over at Ayden." Know him? Like personally? No. But who doesn't know him."
Marc was confused by that statement. How could they possibly have heard of Ayden? "Is he a celebrity or something?"
"Or something?" The male cowman said in disbelief. "He's expected to be one of the top cowmen this year. His dads are legendary."
The freckled female cowman took a sip of her drink, "Yep, He has top quality Cowmen genes."
"Ah," Marc nodded his head in understanding, "Which means good milk." It seemed getting Ayden was a strategic move on Uncle T's part.
The other female cowman started talking "Yes, but it's not just milk. He has better everything, looks, sight, hearing, smell, REPRODUCTION." She jokingly emphasized the last part, but Marc was fixated on something else.
"His smelling is better?" Marc said. "That's funny."
"Why?" the trio said in unison, scaring Marc for a moment.
"Earlier he said my friends smelled, but none of us smelt a thing. I guess he was using that superior nose."
The male cowmen said, "That's strange, no one's said that to them before?"
"No." Marc didn't know where this was headed, but he knew he shouldn't tell them that Trevor and Ken had been ostracized by the older Cowmen. It was probably expected, but Marc didn't feel it was his place to share. "Why is that strange?"
The male cowman continued, "Ayden is one of the top cowmen of our age group, but there are other age groups. Your Uncle's farm is famous for having High-tier Cowmen. I'm sure they've smelt something."
Marc thought back to Dan and Xander. He could easily believe they were top tier. The problem was being around top tier mean he didn't know what lesser Cowmen should be like.
"Wait," Marc looked to the trio, "Are you trying to say my friends are lesser cowmen."
"I didn't say that!" The boy threw his hands up defensively. "I would never make assumptions like that. Even if they were, I don't judge."
The girls quickly nodded in agreement.
"Besides I haven't smelt them for myself. How did he say it was?"
"He said they smelt good. Wait, you can smell them too?"
The trio bust out laughing. The non-freckled girl spoke first, "Not from here we can't, especially with all these humans and Cowmen around."
The freckled girl added, "We're pretty top tier ourselves. Well most of the Cowmen your Uncle ask for are well gifted." She said grabbing the male cowman's crotch. The other girl accentuated her boobs. Marc rolled his eyes in response.
"You may be top tier, but you can't smell my friends. When I met Ayden earlier, I'll admit he was closer, but he smelt my friends even with the crowd."
The male Cowmen looked displeased, "That's not a fair comparison. I'd say most of the Cowmen here are like top 20% or at least 30% Ayden though is in the top 10%, so of course there'd be a difference between him and us."
"You didn't say you met him!" The nonfreckled girl shouted.
"That's one of my friends over there that he's talking to." Marc pointed to Trevor across the room.
"What are we doing still standing here? If you want a second opinion on your friend Marc let's go." The non-freckled girl locked arms with him and walked him off.
Marc heard his two other new friends snickering as they went into the crowd.
It was the non-freckled girl's world and Marc was just living in it.
"What's up?" She said as her and Marc approached Trevor and Ayden. "Marc was telling me all about you two, we just had to come over." Her eyes never left Ayden's face as she spoke. It was painfully clear she had no interest in Trevor.
They made quick introductions as Ayden caught them up on his and Trevor's discussion. Trevor was talking about all the Cowmen he had to fight back in his past. Trevor started recounting a new story about one of his fights.
Ayden was completely enraptured by Trevor's story. Marc had no idea how to even quantify a Cowmen's strength. The non-freckled girl, who introduced herself as Lyla, was more enraptured by Ayden's chest.
"Must have been scary. Fighting adult Cowmen." Ayden said.
"To be honest. I never really thought about it that hard." Trevor admitted.
"That's like me fighting one of my dad's though. I can't even imaging winning." Ayden closed his eyes. He winced. His imagination was not on his side. "Yep, definitely can't."
"Is it that unbelievable?" Marc looked at Ayden and Lyla. Trevor's face read `clearly not because I won.'
Ayden spoke calmly. "Not unbelievable more, highly improbable. I know you're a human, but imagine a human child beating an adult. That's already improbable. Not impossible though." Ayden's eyes did a quick study of Trevor's body. "However, after a Cowmen shifts the change in our strength is a greater divide than humans. For a Cowmen child to beat a fully developed adult. You're certainly amazing." Ayden started clapping his hands for Trevor.
The three carried on talking for a little while longer before Lyla pulled Marc away.
"I don't smell anything bad about your friend."
"That's good," Marc said happy to get a second opinion.
"But he does smell different."
Marc's face dropped. "You mean he smells good, then right?"
Lyla shook her head. "No, I don't smell that, but if Ayden did, I'd believe him. He's more gifted than me. Regardless, I can tell he smells different. I'm sure the other Cowmen on your uncle's farm at least picked up on that."
"Trevor's not from here originally. Could that be why he smells different? My uncle did say Cowmen in a different age group could be exclusionary like that." Marc explained.
Lyla unsure about Marc's explanation said, "I don't think that's why he smells different."
"Then, why?" Marc asked.
Lyla was in deep thought trying to come up with an answer. "I don't know. What I'm smelling is coming from him. It's not something on his clothes like the smell of this place. It's more inherent."
Marc raised an eyebrow, "I have no idea, what you're talking about."
Lyla shrugged her shoulders and disappeared into the crowd. She was done with him.
Eventually the party began to wind down and Marc retired to his room for the night. Normally he'd end the night with video games, but he had snuck his system over to Ken and Trevor's house. He usually stayed in Ken's room, but no doubt the Cowmen were all having a good time he decided to back off for a while.
Marc heard knocking and turned around to see Ken standing in the door frame.
"You disappeared from the party."
"I was tired. I'm going to bed," Marc started taking off his clothes.
Ken stepped into the room closing the door behind him. "Mind if I join you?"
Marc didn't have a problem with that. They had been sleeping in the same room since Marc arrived. Also sleeping with someone calmed down Ken's nightmares.
The boys stripped down to their underwear. Marc couldn't help but steal a quick glance. Ken's body no longer resembled itself the first time they shared Marc's bed.
The two climbed into bed as Marc spooned Ken. Marc didn't want to bring attention to it, but he felt his cock growing harder pressed up against Ken's ass.
He was apologizing, when he heard the familiar sounds of Ken sleeping.
Marc nuzzled into the back of Ken's neck, smelling his brunette curls. He still didn't smell anything. Perhaps the new Cowmen wouldn't like Ken or Trevor either. The thought made Marc shudder. He pulled Ken closer to him. He'd protect Trevor and Ken if it came to that.