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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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Thanks for the emails. Let me know how you like the series, comments are appreciated. reddirtwriter@yahoo.com. Thanks to John for the editing advice and an honest critique of the story.