Maverick Cattle Company - 4. Chapter 4

Mitch looked up as Josh walked into the living room, and couldn't help but think he was developing into a fine young man. The person before him was so different from the emotionally and physically battered kid Sheriff White Cloud had dropped on them last year that they might as well be different people. The young man standing before him in pressed black jeans and white western shirt would be a catch for anyone, male or female. Josh's shy smile didn't denote a lack of confidence anymore either, but a warmth that he shared willingly with others.

Josh seemed to navigate the rest of Christmas and the days following with mature aplomb. Mitch still didn't know exactly what Koch said to him, but it had helped. And Josh seemed to genuinely miss Koch when he and Lex left for Colorado a few days later. In the days since, they had all been busy repairing damage done by the ice storm. But today was New Years Eve and everyone had made celebration plans. He and Darrin were going to Lawton with friends. Josh had a date with Tony, but hadn't given Mitch any details. Mitch was concerned about how their relationship was developing and he was lost in thought about it when Josh clapped his hands in front of his face.

"Hello! Earth to Mitch! You still with me?" quipped Josh, "I asked how I looked."

"Smartass," said Mitch in a rumble, "Yes, I'm still here. And yes, you look fine. You look damn good actually. Better than I do tonight."

Josh looked at the older man and quickly surveyed his appearance. From his ultra short haircut to the deep shine on his boots, Mitch looked amazing. "You look excellent, Mitch. You'll be great as Darrin's arm candy," said Josh with a chuckle.

Mitch grabbed a pillow from the couch and launched it at Josh, who dodged it with a laugh. "I'm not College's arm candy. You better get your coat, you little shit. Tony will be here soon."

Josh had barely started to his room when there was a rhythmic knock at the door, followed by a shout of his name. Bolting to the door Josh ushered Tony into the house. Mitch smiled to himself, in spite of his misgivings about Tony, when he heard the two of them kiss. When the kiss became an increasingly loud make-out session that seemed to only be gaining momentum, Mitch cleared his throat. The soft moans drifting from the front door stopped immediately and within a few seconds the young couple walked into the living room.

"Hello, Mr. McRichards. It's good to see to you this evening," said Tony slyly as he extended his hand.

Mitch shook the big football players hand, not in the least intimidated by how much the young man towered over him. "Evening, Tony. What do you two have planned for tonight?"

Tony looked at Josh and then back at Mitch. "No specific plans, Sir," said Tony, "We thought we would relax here and watch a movie and see the New Year's fireworks on TV."

Mitch looked at Josh and could tell he was disappointed they weren't going out. Mitch said, "Well, be careful," with a significant look at Josh.

Mitch let a slight sigh escape, knowing the pair would take advantage of the empty house. Mitch found Tony's pandering very annoying. But so long as he didn't hurt Josh, Mitch was going to keep his opinion to himself. With that thought, Mitch went back into the kitchen to clean up the last of the dinner dishes, then headed back to the bedroom to double-check his appearance. As he walked through the living room he noticed Josh and Tony were watching one of the Star Wars movies. Mitch smiled at the choice, knowing it was Josh who'd picked the movie. He wondered if Tony knew he was dating a Jedi fan.

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An hour or so later Darrin and Mitch were rolling down the rural highway to meet Emma Ruck and her husband for a quiet New Year's Eve. The inky night was surrounding their little bubble of heat and light. Mitch knew they were both looking forward to this night out, and he enjoyed Emma and her husband.

"What do you think Josh and Tony are doing tonight?" Darrin said abruptly.

"Fucking," said Mitch without a pause.

Darrin slammed on the brakes, the pickup fishtailing. Coming to a stop in the middle of the road he swung to Mitch.

"They're what!"

Mitch looked at Darrin and smiled sweetly. "They have the house to themselves. They know we won't be back until after midnight. What would you be doing with your boyfriend?"

"Fucking . . ." said Darrin with a look of shock on his face.

"Darrin, he's 18 and we don't own him. He has to make his own mistakes and figure out how to fix 'em. If he wants help, he'll ask one of us." Mitch paused for a second and then popped Darrin's arm with his fist. "Right now you'd better get this damn pickup out of the middle of the road before some drunk rams us."

"Oh. Shit yeah," muttered Darrin.

Accelerating, Darrin quickly had them again headed toward their destination. He couldn't help but be concerned about Josh, but he also knew Mitch was right . . . it was up to Josh.

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The crunch of gravel from the guys driving off had barely faded when Tony leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of Josh's ear. Josh sighed, closing his eyes as he savored the sensation. Tony gently moved down Josh's ear nibbling it, until he reached the lobe and took it between his teeth. Slowly closing his teeth, he bit down until Josh shuddered. Feeling his head being turned, Josh opened his eyes just as Tony pressed his lips against Josh's. He trembled as fingers slid across his face, glad that he had taken the time to carefully remove every whisker. Tony's hands traveled down Josh's torso, grabbing Josh's shirt and pulling it out of his pants. His fingers opened the buttons and he was soon lightly touching Josh's chest. Josh arched his back, pushing his body toward Tony's touch. His breath started coming in gasps as each caress left lines of fire. Soon his breath was coming in gasps and he was afraid he might come.

"Tony. Wait. I'm about to blow!" gasped out Josh.

"Damn! Someone's got a hair trigger tonight," said Tony with a smile.

Josh smiled back, wanting what Tony was giving, but wanting it to last. "Lets go to my room. We can get more comfortable there."

"Yeah, comfortable like naked," said Tony with a smirk.

Josh grabbed Tony by the wrist and pulled him into the bedroom. In Josh's eagerness he missed the disconcerted look that flashed across Tony's face when he realized that his cowboy was packing a lot of muscle. Josh shoved Tony onto the bed and then quickly stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Tony sat up on the edge of the bed and watched as Josh straddled his lap and leaned in for a kiss. As their lips touched, sparks flew for Josh. He loved the rough texture of Tony's short beard as it slid across his face. Josh was living and breathing the sexy man under him as he ground their crotches together, their tongues entwined. Breaking the kiss, Josh started stripping the football jersey off his boyfriend. Before the shirt hit the floor, Josh was again at Tony's lips. Josh distantly realized tonight they were going further. His apprehension built, as did his desire. Feeling his orgasm building and afraid he would upset Tony if he shot off so soon, Josh pulled back.

"What's wrong now?" asked Tony with a little edge to his voice.

"Sorry. I was getting close. I—"

Tony suddenly flipped them over and pressed his lips hard against Josh's as he struggled to open Josh's stiff jeans. Realizing what he wanted, Josh reached down and quickly opened his pants. Tony soon had both hands exploring the packed crotch, Josh was reduced to moans as he writhed on the bed. Pulling out Josh's dick. Tony started stroking it as his head descended.

"No!" shouted Josh.

Tony sat back with a sigh, "Now what? I was going to get you off."

Josh wiggled to the side of the bed and reached under, pulling out a small plastic box where he kept, personal items. Pulling out the box of flavored condoms he tossed them to the bed.

"Here. I bought these for when we wanted . . . oral," said Josh, his voice trailing off.

Tony ripped open the box without a word and fished out a rubber. He deftly sheathed Josh's throbbing cock. Josh looked down and saw that he was covered just as Tony's tongue hit his cock. Almost instantly any control he had over his body ceased and he shook as he began a much-needed climax. Josh's body heaved as Tony continued to stroke up and down Josh's shooting cock, more than a little intimidated at the volume of cum jetting from Josh's dick. Josh's back and ass seized in one last tremendous spasm as his orgasm ended.

"Oh god, that was amazing Tony. God, your mouth . . . so hot. Fuck!" panted Josh.

Tony ran his hands over Josh's smooth back and ass, letting his finger trail just between Josh's rock hard ass cheeks. "You have a great butt, Josh. I love how smooth and muscular it is. Damn, I'd like to tap into that."

Josh froze, his brain swirling as he considered Tony's proposition. He wanted to make his boyfriend happy, but he was afraid of anal sex. He just couldn't believe it wasn't painful for the guy on the receiving end. As he vacillated between choices, he remembered the speech he'd gotten when the guys had walked in on them. And he wasn't ready. He didn't want to try. Not right now anyway. For God's sake, he was a virgin and as silly as it sounded he wanted his first time to be amazing. Refocusing on Tony he looked into his eyes.

"I. I don't think I can. Not tonight . . ." said Josh quietly.

Tony stared up at him, his hands lifting off Josh, "So you're just a cock tease. You got off, so now you're done?"

Josh snapped his eyes back to Tony's and almost shouted. "No! I want to. . . taste you. But Tony . . ."

"Yeah."

"I've never done this. So you'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right."

"God, I love breaking in virgins," said Tony, "Well come on, suck it. Just do what you like. And watch your damn teeth."

Josh grabbed Tony's pants and yanked them off. Moving back again he grabbed a condom from the box and deftly unrolled it down Tony's uncut cock, remembering to leave the tip empty. He stroked the hard cock before him a few times and then lowered his head for his first taste. He gently reached out and ran his tongue around the rim of Tony's cockhead. Suddenly he felt large hands grab his head and forced it down.

"Suck it! Come on, bitch! I wanna get off!" said Tony with a growl.

Josh resisted for a second, resenting being called a bitch and Tony's rush, but he loved Tony, right? And Tony would never hurt him he was just horny. With that thought Josh relaxed, letting Tony use his mouth for his needs. He focused on trying to make it as good as possible with Tony's hard cock ramming in and out of his face. Trying to take more and more of Tony's cock down his throat, Josh soon felt his gag reflex firing in reaction to the adolescent sausage thrusting down his throat. Fortunately for Josh, Tony lasted no longer than he had. Soon he was arching his pelvis against Josh's pinned face, emptying his nuts into the condom. Josh felt him slowly relax, his softening cock slipping out.

Tony pulled Josh to him, kissing him softly. He smiled and ran his hand over Josh's face. "That was fucking amazing. You give great head. I never come that fast unless the oral is good!"

Josh smiled weakly, the flattery softening some of his misgivings. He lay against Tony and put his arms around him. Tony laid with Josh for a few minutes but then moved away. Rolling to his side he put his hand on Josh's muscular butt.

"Let's go see the fireworks on TV. I love 'em," said Tony with a smile.

Josh nodded and watched as Tony pulled up his pants and headed into the living room. Josh sighed, pushed himself off the bed and quickly dressed. He moved to the couch and sat next to Tony, leaning against him and quietly watching the New Year's celebration with his boyfriend. After watching the ball drop in Time Square, Tony seemed anxious to leave. He stayed a few more minutes, but then made a faint excuse and left. Josh mechanically got ready for bed and was still lying wide-awake when Darrin and Mitch got home. He could see the darker shadows as they walked down the hallway to the master bedroom. Drifting softly through the night he heard them.

"It looks like he's ok. That's a relief."

"Yeah, looks like he's fine. Maybe Tony isn't the player that we thought."

The rest of the conversation became too soft for Josh to hear. He buried his head in the pillow, silent tears rolling from his eyes. He wasn't sure how it was suppose to be, but he didn't feel good about tonight, he just felt like he'd been used and discarded. Sometime before dawn, Josh finally drifted off to sleep.

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Mitch and Darrin leaned against the corral as they watched Josh pen the last of the Holsteins. Darrin had a look of satisfaction at the glossy coated animals milling in front of them. After a few minutes Mitch took a deep breath and sighed.

"Go ahead. I know you're dying to say it."

"Say what, babe," said Darrin with faked innocence.

"Shit, just do it so you'll quit gloating."

Darrin laughed and started chanting, "I told you so! I told you so! I. Told. You. So!"

Mitch grinned at Darrin, fine with the fact that they were going to do well with the steers they'd bought last fall. He was certain they had a miserable disaster on their hands, but the steers had gained well through the winter. Now they needed to sell them to save the grass for the cow herd they were planning to buy with the profit. Mitch watched as Josh carefully took care of the animals, refilling their water trough and throwing hay in the bunk feeders until there was plenty for them to eat. Once he was finished, he walked over to join Mitch and Darrin.

"They look good. I think we had some good gains over the winter," said Josh.

Mitch smiled that Josh included himself as part of the ranch, which Mitch thought was great. So far as they were concerned, he was an essential part. Turning to look again at the sea of black and white, he had to admit that perhaps, just perhaps, he over-reacted last fall when the steers were delivered. They had survived the winter, gained weight, and the truck to take them to the stockyard was coming early tomorrow morning. He turned to see Darrin's look of contentment, and moved closer giving him a hug from the side.

"Thanks. For putting up with me," said Mitch softly.

Darrin leaned in quickly and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You're worth the effort," said Darrin with a smile, "And I'm not sure who puts up with more crap anyway. I have my high maintenance days too."

Josh watched the quiet exchange between the couple and silently walked away to give them some privacy. He also needed to be away from them. They had their problems, but they always seemed to get through it because they loved each other. He wanted that with Tony. But somehow when Josh thought about Tony, he just felt empty and sad.

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Darrin walked into the house, routinely dropping his bag on the counter and fishing a beer from the refrigerator before going into the living room. As he walked through the doorway he saw Mitch sitting quietly, staring at his lap. Concern immediately flared, worried at what would cause his normally hyperactive husband to be sitting in silence. Darrin walked up behind him and gently laid his hands on Mitch's shoulders.

"What's up, babe?" asked Darrin.

"We got our check, from the stockyards," said Mitch.

"And?"

Mitch chuckled, "I haven't had the balls to open it yet. Here, you do it." He handed the envelope to Darrin.

Darrin slipped his finger under the flap of the envelope. It's dry pop sounding like a rifle shot in the tense silence of the room. Darrin slowly unfolded the statement from its confinement and scanned it. Mitch watched for a split second before his curiosity took over.

"Well? I know they didn't bring top prices but how did we do?"

A beaming smile broke across Darrin's face. "Unless you're importing the herd from somewhere, we made enough to start a very respectable cow-calf operation."

Mitch let out a whoop and bounded from the couch. Wrapping his arms around Darrin, he lifted him off the floor and swung him.

Darrin started laughing at Mitch's manhandling. "Damn it, Mitch! Let me down. We're not going to the prom or some shit," said Darrin with a smile.

Mitch dropped Darrin back to the floor and kissed him soundly. With a huge smile across his face he grabbed Darrin's head and kissed him again.

"We need to celebrate. Let's go to the café. I think it's a good night for chicken-fried steak and pie," said Mitch.

"Sounds great to me! Give me a minute and we can head over," replied Darrin.

Good to his word, Darrin was following Mitch out the door in short order. The successful sale had buoyed both men's attitudes, helping them enjoy a remarkably good meal at the local café. They had become regulars so their arrival didn't warrant notice, other than a few greetings from now familiar faces. They devoured the hearty meal, enjoying the banter with Nina. Too full for dessert, Mitch bought an entire pie and asked her to box it up for them to take home.

Arriving back at home, Mitch slid the pie onto the kitchen counter and cut them a huge piece to share. Still giddy from their success, Mitch shoved Darrin onto the couch and then plopped down too, laying his head in Darrin's lap while they slowly ate the dessert. When Darrin wasn't watching, Mitch coated his finger with cherry filling and swiped it across Darrin's nose.

"Ah, fuck! What'cha do that for?" said Darrin.

"To get your attention. You do realize the kid's gone. He was going to Lawton with some friends."

"Yeah, I know," said Darrin, casting a significant look at Mitch.

"It's been a while since we've been alone. And we can be as loud as we want without worrying about a repeat of Christmas Eve," said Mitch.

"Oh jeez! Don't remind me about that," said Darrin.

Mitch rose and kissed the tip of Darrin's nose, licking off some of the cherry pie. Reaching down he slowly opened Darrin's shirt, kissing him as he released each button. Once the last button was undone and Darrin's muscular chest was exposed, he stuck his finger into the pie plate, coating it with filling that he then smeared over each of Darrin's nipples. Mitch dove in, licking them clean. Finished tonguing the last of the sugary filling off, he slipped Darrin's shirt over his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Pushing his body over Darrin's, he soon had the bigger man pinned under him. Mitch ran his tongue up Darrin's neck, enjoying the musky taste before running it down the other side and then onto his chest. Working his way down until he reached Darrin's navel, Mitch started licking spirals around it until Darrin's belly hair was matted with spit. Moving lower, Mitch started chewing on Darrin's package through his jeans. Mitch undid the button on Darrin's pants and slowly pulled the thick zipper down. To Mitch's delight he realized Darrin was going commando when his thick bush came into view. Once Mitch hit the end of the zipper, Darrin shifted slightly and his cock sprung out. Deep red, with a strand of clear precum trailing from its tip, Mitch found Darrin's cock beautiful. With a smile he looked up at Darrin.

"Decided to leave off the undies tonight, huh babe?"

Darrin grinned and twisted his hips, causing his rock hard cock to sway. "Yeah, I thought we might have some fun tonight, so I ditched 'em before we went to eat."

"Well, I have one thing to say. Sexy, fuck'n sexy."

Mitch leaned down and trapped Darrin's cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the head. Darrin moaned softly and relaxed against the couch. Soon Mitch had worked off all of Darrin's clothes and was kneeling between his legs, servicing Darrin while he moaned uncontrollably. Letting Darrin pop out of his lips, Mitch reached down, got a glob of pie on his fingers and smeared it down Darrin's cock. The cold caused Darrin to gasp, but he almost lost his load when he felt Mitch's hot tongue dancing over his taut cock. Mitch teased and tormented Darrin until his cock was glistening with spit, and completely clean.

Mitch stood, stripping quickly and then stepping onto the couch straddling Darrin. He grabbed Darrin's hair and rubbed his leaking cock over his rough face. Darrin smiled with contentment as his goatee became a network of translucent strands of precum. Mitch's breath was labored as he rubbed his dick over Darrin's sex reddened lips and watched as he slowly open for him. Darrin's tongue darted out, tasting the subtle flavors of Mitch's precum. Moving quickly he sucked Mitch's cock into his mouth and began twisting his head as he moved up and down it's length. His hands roamed down Mitch's back and found a home resting on the cheeks of Mitch's tight hairy ass. Soon they were moving with passion-influenced rhythm, moving in sync to pleasure each other. Mitch realized after long delicious minutes that he was starting to feel that wonderful tingle. Not wanting to finish their lovemaking, he grasped Darrin's head and slowly pulled out of his hot mouth. Darrin wiped his arm across his lips and looked at Mitch with lust-dulled eyes.

"Not yet, baby. Turn over and spread those hot ass cheeks," said Mitch through his heavy breathing.

Darrin smiled and obediently moved to his knees, spreading them wide as he pushed his ass over the couch, exposing his hole to Mitch. Mitch leaned down and spit on his hole and then used his thumb to push it deep into Darrin's ass. His butt responded wildly, flexing and sucking Mitch's thumb into its depths. Darrin laid his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes with a moan as Mitch started finger fucking him. Mitch spit again, coating Darrin's hole, and inserted a second thumb. Prying them apart he began loosening Darrin's pucker.

"How does that feel, babe? Do you think you could take a cock?" whispered Mitch.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me! Please, please fuck me. I'm begging!" said Darrin with a moan.

Mitch held his rigid cock and stroked it as he looked at Darrin's butt. Watching the muscular ass gyrate, he was tempted to plunge his pole into Darrin's convulsing pucker. But as he ran his hands over Darrin's back and down his ass cheeks, Mitch decided it wasn't the night for that kind of lovemaking. With a swat on Darrin's butt, he ran to the bedroom for the bottle of lube and quickly had both of them coated. Pressing his slick cock against Darrin's ass, Mitch met little resistance and soon bottomed out. He hesitated for a second, and then pulled out slowly. Thrusting his hips, he buried himself back in Darrin's hole. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, Mitch fucked his man's hot ass. As his dick rammed into Darrin again and again, he reached around and started twisting his nipples, working them as he hammered against his prostate. Soon both of them were bucking like mustangs and Mitch felt his orgasm begin.

"Oh hell yes!" screamed Mitch.

With Darrin's hole clamped tight around his cock, Mitch pounded his husband until his body was engulfed in orgasmic convulsions. His balls drained themselves as he filled Darrin's gut with hot sperm. Mitch pulled out slowly, his softening cock swinging down and leaving a trail of cum across Darrin's thigh. Mitch watched as the white fluid slowly seeped out of Darrin's gaping butt. Taking his finger he rubbed it through the trail of sperm and then brought it to his mouth and sucked his finger dry.

"Damn! Your ass taste so fine," said Mitch.

Darrin groaned, his body afire with passion, which Mitch's gentle explorations were not lessening. "Eat it lover! Eat my ass!"

Mitch smiled and kneeled back behind Darrin. Prying his cheeks wider, his tongue traced a trail of cum from Darrin's nuts to his hole. Another few swipes of his tongue and Mitch had licked the rivulets from Darrin's body. Wanting more, he plunged his tongue into Darrin, sucking the mixture their bodies had created from Darrin. After one last plunge Mitch leaned back and looked at the panting body of his husband.

"Turn over," said Mitch with a look of devilry on his face.

Darrin moved to his butt, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Mitch gave Darrin a look telling him there was more fun coming. Mitch slowly rubbed lube over his ass as Darrin watched. Once he finished, Mitch moved between Darrin's legs, running his hands down the inside of his thighs and then turned his back to Darrin. Grabbing Darrin's rock hard cock he positioned it against his hole and then sat down, sinking it deep inside him in one fast thrust. He felt Darrin's hands caress his back as he started to bob up and down. Soon Mitch's flagging cock was hardening a second time. Finding his stride he began sliding Darrin's cock over his prostrate with each downward trip. Quickly Mitch was gasping as he felt a second orgasm building.

"Oh god Mitch. I'm about to blow! Fuck!" yelled Darrin.

Mitch felt the hot semen jetting into his ass and his ears were assaulted with the increasingly wet sounds of dick sliding through cum. The sensations crested and he began shooting again. The waves of pleasure were intense as a second orgasm wracked his body. Mitch rode the cock in his ass until it finally slipped out with a wet pop. He felt Darrin's hands pulling him back until Mitch was reclined against him. Caressing Mitch's chest, they both enjoyed the post-orgasmic bless as they cuddled. Eventually Mitch lifted up and turned to look at Darrin's flaccid form.

"Damn, you look like a limp noodle," said Mitch with a laugh.

"I feel like one too. I'm a highly satisfied limp noodle," Darrin said with a sigh.

"Well come on, limpy. I sure don't want Josh to walk in on us like this."

Darrin chuckled and pushed himself off the couch, "God no, he'd be traumatized for months."

They quickly gathered their clothes, wiping off the couch with Darrin's shirt. Once all visible traces were gone, the pair moved to their bedroom for a leisurely shower together.

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Josh was feeling very content as Tony drove him home. He'd been concerned about him and Tony lately, but tonight had been perfect. Josh had bought dinner for them at a quiet little restaurant with the money the guys paid him a few weeks before when they sold the steers. He had started feeling that he and Tony were really connecting again. Tonight Tony was charming and happy, making Josh feel much better about their relationship. He was hoping the guys would be asleep and he and Tony could make-out on the sofa for a little while before Tony went home. He smiled as they turned into the driveway, anxious to reconnect with his boyfriend.

"What're you grinning about?" asked Tony.

"Tonight's been really nice. That's all," Josh hesitated for a second, "You want to come in for a little while? It looks like the guys are asleep."

"Sure. That sounds great. I'd like some quality time with my little buddy," said Tony.

Josh started for a second, not sure how he felt about the 'little buddy' comment. But quickly decided he was reading far too much into the line. He lowered himself from the jacked-up pickup and then led the way to the door. They had barely gotten through the doorway when Josh felt Tony's hands on him. His body trembled at the touch and he turned, wrapping his arms around Tony as they kissed. After several long minutes Josh moved back, his breath coming in gasps as he looked at Tony.

"Come on," said Josh, "Let's get on the couch."

Tony grabbed Josh around the waist, pawing him incessantly and nibbling his neck as they moved the short distance to the couch. Finally making it, they almost fell onto the sofa as Josh lost himself in the amazing sensations consuming his body. They'd had numerous sessions of oral sex over the past few weeks as their hormone laden bodies sought release, but nothing so far compared to what Josh was feeling this time. Tony had been hinting more and more that he wanted to take the next step, but Josh had not been willing to take that final leap while things still felt so shaky between them. But tonight things seemed to be aligning. Josh had officially fallen head over heels for Tony, hoping they had what Darrin and Mitch had. His earlier nagging concerns had dissipated as their time together became more and more enjoyable. There had been a few times Tony had missed a date, but he'd had an excuse each time and Josh saw no reason to doubt him. Josh's attention snapped back to the present when Tony's teeth clamped down on his earlobe and he growled softly. Releasing Josh's ear he ran his tongue over the edge, which drove Josh insane with lust.

"Oh god! That feels to good, Tony. Damn, I'm hard," said Josh with a sigh.

"Good, I want you turned on for tonight," said Tony with a small grin.

With that they kissed. Softly at first, but then with more and more urgency as their bodies filled with desire. They explored each other with rapidly building animalist lust. They urgently tugged at clothing until their chests were exposed and Josh had Tony under him with their bare skin sliding over each other. Josh could feel each burning spot where Tony touched him. Both of them were lost in their passion, then they heard a noise that caused them to freeze, afraid Darrin or Mitch had woken up. After several long minutes they relaxed against each other.

"Lets go to your room. I don't want them walking in on us," said Tony.

Josh nodded his agreement as he pulled Tony from the couch and practically dragged him to the bedroom. Hitting the bed they were wrapped around each other before their bodies had rebounded from landing on the bed. This time Tony was on top as their bodies writhed over each other. Josh gasped for breath each time he felt Tony's hard cock slide over his. The pressure against his crotch was delicious and his horny teenaged body was responding. He could never remember this much passion from Tony. Each wave of passion served as evidence to Josh that he and Tony loved each other. He really wanted Tony to be his first, and tonight was going so perfectly. Wriggling around, he pressed his lips against Tony's ear and whispered.

"I'm ready. I want you to . . ."

Tony looked at him for a bit and then understanding dawned across his face. "Yeah? You think so?"

Josh bucked against Tony, driving their cocks together. "Yeah."

Tony jumped off the bed, his clothes flying with Josh enjoying the momentary strip show. When Tony jumped back onto the bed, Josh started to squirm out of his jeans. Tony's distractions of kissing across his chest didn't make the operation easy, but eventually his clothes were scattered on the floor.

As Tony caressed his body and nibbled on his shoulder, Josh whispered, "We have to be quiet though. Or they'll wake up."

Tony lay against Josh. "Quiet as a church mouse. They'll never hear a sound."

Tony moved lower, his hands and mouth leaving trails of passion brazened across Josh's skin. With each touch of his hot tongue, Josh's cock would flex, leaving a trail of glistening precum in its wake. When Tony continued to move lower, Josh realized that he'd forgotten about the condom. Gabbing a handful from his drawer he tossed one to Tony.

"Here. I'll put yours on too. God, it feels so good, baby," said Josh.

A look of distain flashed across Tony's face at the rubber, but it was quickly hidden as Josh started to unroll it over Tony's dick. Once Tony had covered the full length of Josh's cock, he sucked the head into his mouth and started lashing his tongue over it.

"Fuck!" gasped Josh, "That's so damn good. Shit!"

Looking at Josh with his mouth full of hard cock, Tony ran his fingernails down Josh's chest. Gripping the narrow trail of black hairs traveling from Josh's navel to disappear in his pants, Tony tugged, causing Josh to arch his back in response. Josh tugged on Tony's hip, finally getting him where he could reach his cock. Josh inhaled his boyfriend's thick cock, enjoying the feeling of velvet coated steel sliding between his lips. The feelings built until Josh wasn't sure how much more he could take, when suddenly Tony's let Josh's cock pop out of his mouth.

"Fuck! I'm about to jizz. I wanna fuck you. Move so I can get you ready," said Tony.

"Yeah, ok. But . . ."

Tony looked at Josh, a look that was a blend of wanton desire and frustration at the delay, "But, what? You want to show me how much you love me don't you?"

"Sure Tony, you know I love you. But—"

"Yeah?"

"I've never, you know, done anal with anyone," said Josh quickly.

Tony laughed, "You just have to lay there. I'll take good care of you." Tony slapped him on the side of the hip. "Get on your hands and knees, that's the best for the first time."

Josh looked a little dubious, but moved where he was told. He felt Tony's hand on the small of his back and heard him spit, and immediately felt the warm saliva hit his butthole. Tony slowly started rubbing his finger over his pucker and Josh was overcome with the wonderful sensations. He couldn't believe that his ass could feel that good. Josh was relaxing, enjoying the sensation of Tony's finger over his ass, when he felt Tony slowly slide his finger inside. As his ass was opened for the first time he felt a burn of pain from the intrusion.

"It hurts. Let me get the lube. That'll help, I bet."

Tony let out a snort but released Josh, who jumped off the bed and fished a bottle of lube from hiding. Handing the bottle to Tony he moved back to where he was, certain it would go better now.

He felt the cool lube coat his asshole, sighing as Tony easily slid his finger inside Josh's tight hole. He soon had Josh hard and horny, his finger slipping easily in and out. Tony finger fucked Josh, his thick finger spinning and turning as he loosened Josh for fucking. Soon Josh was submerged in the wonderful feelings coming from his ass. He sighed softly as Tony let his finger slide out.

"Oh god, Tony. Put it back."

"Oh I've got something you'll like much better," said Tony with a leer.

Josh watched as Tony coated the condom on his thick cock with lube and then moved closer to Josh. Running its greased head up and down Josh's butt crack, he soon had it covered with slick gel too. Josh was practically purring as he enjoyed the amazing sensations coming from his ass. He sighed softly as Tony's spongy cockhead started to dip inside his hole.

"Oh god. That feels amazing. Shit, I like this," said Josh with a sigh.

"Just wait. It gets better."

Tony moved slightly, pushing his cock against Josh's hole. As he pushed in Josh gasped, the feeling of wonder instantly transforming into concern as the pain built. The pain crested as Tony's glans popped through his outer sphincter.

"Stop! Take it out! God, it hurts!" gasped Josh.

"Just relax. The pain will go away in a second," said Tony as he ran his hands over Josh's tense body. Slowly the pain did lessen and Josh's body started to relax. "Almost there. Then it will be amazing," said Tony. With a final snap of his hips he pushed himself through Josh's final gateway.

Josh gritted his teeth, any thought that this was going to be enjoyable fleeing. The waves of pain radiating from his butt were excruciating. This wasn't at all what Josh had dreamed about. He thought it was all going to be so easy, it was suppose to be wonderful.

"Oh shit, it hurts," said Josh with a gasp, "Take it out. Please take it out, Tony!"

"Hang on, it'll stop hurting in a minute. Just relax!" said Tony with a grumble. Josh bit his lip, hoping it would get better, but when Tony tried to push forward it felt like his gut was ripping.

"No! No! Please stop! Take it out," said Josh in a barely muffled scream.

"Come on, Josh. Just relax! It'll—"

Tony froze as an earth shattering pounding started on Josh's bedroom door.

"Josh! Josh you ok! Fuck! Josh, answer me!"

Tony yanked himself backwards, ripping his dick out of Josh's tender ass. Josh bit back a scream as the pain flared. Moving stiffly he retrieved his clothes while the pounding continued. Finally Josh realized he needed to answer or they were going to take the door off the hinges.

"I'm ok, guys! Hang on!" yelled Josh was he pulled on a pair of jeans. Looking over he almost laughed at the look of fear on Tony's face, but a ripple of pain that ran through his butt reminded him of what had just happened.

"You've got two fucking seconds or this door is being ripped off its damn hinges!" roared Mitch through the door.

Josh ran for the door, his shirt on but unbuttoned. He glanced over to see Tony shoving his foot into his boot and opened the door. Darrin and Mitch were both standing with arms folded, angrier than Josh had ever seen them. Darrin locked eyes with Josh.

"You ok?"

Josh nodded, unable to speak. Knowing he had truly screwed up this time, he was surprised when both of their eyes shifted behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Tony with a look of sheer terror etched across his face. Tony started moving, obviously wanting to escape, but knowing he had to pass through the two of them to do so. They both glared at him as he stepped in front of Josh, but said nothing. Josh thought they were going to let Tony leave without a word, when at the last second Mitch's hand struck like a rattlesnake and yanked Tony close. Even though Tony was at least six inches taller than Mitch, Josh could see the horror on Tony's face. When Mitch started speaking it was with a growl and through gritted teeth.

"This happens again and I'll geld you. You understand, boy!"

"Yes Sir! I'm sorry Sir. Please Sir, don't hurt me," begged Tony as Mitch grip tightened around his collar.

"Maybe you should think about that before you hurt someone else. When someone says stop, you damn well better do it," said Mitch, "Get. Out. Now!"

Tony ran out of the house as if it were on fire. His pickup rumbled to life and he rapidly sped away. Josh's mind reeled at how quickly everything had went to shit tonight. This was not what he wanted. Feeling destitute and alone the tears started welling in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I thought— God, I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry I woke you up." Josh felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to see Darrin's face obviously filled with concern.

"Josh, are you hurt? We heard you scream," asked Mitch.

Josh nodded, unable to speak as his entire body turned crimson with embarrassment. He felt so dumb, he was always so needy and Mitch and Darrin had to bale him out of trouble or help him past a rough spot. They'd been great so far, but Josh always worried that one day he was going to need too much, and they'd ask him to leave. Josh came back to the present as Darrin asked again.

"How bad is it, Josh? We need to know if you need to go to the hospital."

"No!" said Josh, "I don't want to go to the hospital. Please!"

Darrin sighed, knowing Josh was mortified and didn't want anyone else to know what had happened. He motioned for Josh to follow him to their bathroom and started hot water flowing into their huge bath.

"Get in the tub. Sitting in the hot water will help. Mitch went to get you something for the pain. Get in and I'll be back in a second."

Josh waited for Darrin to leave, stripped and slid into the steaming water, his discomfort almost immediately diminishing. Soon the cascade of water had filled the tub and he turned it off, reclining against the cool porcelain. Then he heard a soft knock at the door.

"Josh? Is it ok if I come in?"

"Yeah, I guess," said Josh sitting up as Darrin walked through the door.

"Here's something for the pain," said Darrin as he handed Josh an aspirin and water to take it with.

Josh took the pill and quickly downed it with a gulp of water. He handed the glass back to Darrin and watched as he sat beside the tub.

"It sounds like he might of tore you. You're probably going to be sore for a week or so. I'd advise you to lay off anything involving your butt until you're completely healed."

"It's going to hurt like this for weeks? How do you stand it?" blurted out Josh.

Darrin smiled slightly at Josh's inexperience. "No, it won't hurt like this every time you have sex. But I can guarantee that for the next week or so every time you take a crap, you'll be reminded."

With a severe look on his face Darrin continued, "It isn't always like this. He didn't get you ready. It can feel amazing with someone who takes care of you."

Josh's eyes filled with tears and he furiously scrubbed them away. "It wasn't anything like I thought. It was my first time, I thought it was going be amazing."

Darrin rubbed his back and smiled softly, "It can be Josh, it can be. Don't let tonight define your life."

Josh nodded and sank back into the tub. Darrin put a towel beside the tub, picked up Josh's clothes and left him to soak. A little later he returned with a cup of hot chocolate, full of marshmallows, just how Josh liked, and handed it to him with no other comments. Josh relaxed and slowly drank the steaming cup. Eventually the water began to cool and he crawled carefully out. As he dried with the towel Darrin had left, he still felt a slight ache. But it was bearable. Wishing there was some other way to get back to his bedroom, he wrapped the towel around himself, slowly opened the door and crossed the dark bedroom. Once he was through their doorway he breathed a sigh of relief. But then he heard,

"Night, Josh," in Mitch's soft voice.

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Josh finally left his room in late morning, knowing Darrin would be gone. He was braced for Mitch to ask him to leave and tell him that Josh just made their lives too complicated. He walked into the kitchen and froze in place when he saw Mitch sitting at the counter reading the paper. Mitch looked up and met his eyes.

"Come sit down, Josh. How are you feeling?" said Mitch.

Josh's eyes fluttered as he tried to keep his emotions in check. Determined to take his expulsion like a man he walked to Mitch and sat down. Not surprised, Josh felt Mitch pat his hand in a consolatory gesture. Unable to stand the silence any longer Josh started talking.

"I'm sorry about last night. I don't blame you and Darrin. I know I'm not your responsibility. I'll leave the pickup too. It's only fair. I really appreciate everything you and Darrin have done, really. I'm just a mess sometimes. But I'm sure—"

Mitch stopped the babble by clamping his hand over Josh's mouth. Seeing the look of panic he immediately dropped it but he kept his eyes locked on Josh's.

"I'm not sure what the hell you're talking about, Josh. I just wanted to see if you were ok after last night. What happened, well I thought we needed to talk," said Mitch.

"You're not asking me to leave?"

"No. Why the hell would we do that?" said Mitch with a look of confusion.

"Cause I'm so much trouble. And I'm in the way."

"That's bullshit. We want you to stay as long as you'd like. Actually Darrin was checking to see if he could arrange for you to use his faculty tuition allowance so you could take classes here. You're fine Josh, everyone has baggage, including the two of us. Besides, we both think of you as family. The good kind of family that you get to pick instead of being stuck with because of birth.

And as for useless, well I doubt I could run the ranch without you. You work your ass off and don't ask for anything other than room and board. Actually we probably should talk about getting you a salary too. But hell no, we don't want you to leave, ok?"

Josh nodded, a sigh of relief escaping from between his lips. But he also really didn't want to talk about last night. He'd replayed it in his head over and over and was tired of thinking about it. Besides, he knew that Mitch had no problem asking extremely personal questions. This was not going to be fun.

"Ok, now tell me what happened last night," said Mitch.

Josh quickly sketched over the evening, not really wanting to reveal too many details. But as he sat in the chair talking with Mitch his pain started to return. It reminded him of what should have been obvious; he didn't know what he was doing, at least so far as intimacy with another guy. It strengthened his resolve to get what advice he could from Mitch, even if he found it humiliating. Once Josh finished, Mitch sat for a long while sipping coffee and staring into space. Looking at Josh he started,

"Josh, I know this is really uncomfortable to you. And I know I'm too blunt sometimes, but we just want to help and we need to know some details. Ok?"

"Yeah, I know. It's just . . . I don't like sharing private stuff with someone else," replied Josh, "And this is very personal."

"I know," said Mitch, "But if it helps, remember we've been there too and we've both had sex that wasn't great at best, and was painful and humiliating at worst. Nothing you can tell me is any worse than what I've had happen. So just relax and remember I'm trying to help."

Mitch watched Josh nod and then took in a deep breath. "Ok, first. You were wearing condoms. Right?"

Josh paused for a second and then answered, "Yeah, both of us. We'd done . . . you know, BJ's, before."

Mitch let out a sigh of relief, "Good, that's good. At least he remembered to put on the condom."

Josh paused but then told Mitch, "Well he forgot at first, but then I got them and we put them on each other."

"Hmm, ok," said Mitch, "Then what did he do. To get you ready."

Josh turned bright red at sharing such intimate details, but decided he needed to know what was in store for him. Because after what happened last night, gay sex didn't seem very appealing. He gave Mitch the details, at least what he could remember.

When Josh could finally meet Mitch's eyes, he was shocked to see barely contained fury in them. They sat in silence for several minutes before Mitch began to talk.

"Josh, its no wonder you're sore. He didn't take care of you and get you ready. It pisses me off that he was so stupid. First off, one fucking finger?" Mitch held up his finger for Josh to see. "That's not even close to the size of an average dick. Next time you should be loose enough for two fingers at least, and more likely three. If it hurts, then you aren't loose enough. Sometimes it's fun to be a little rough with someone you trust, but for God's sake not the first time.

Second, you should've been on top. Then you can control how fast he goes in and stop if it hurts. He had you pinned. You couldn't get away so that's why he could rip you. And not stopping when you told him to . . . Josh, you just don't hurt people you love like that."

"No! No! It wasn't like that. I think I was too tense or something," Josh sputtered out.

Mitch's lips made a tight line as he resisted the urge to tell Josh what he thought of Tony's actions. Finally conquering the need to voice his opinion, Mitch talked again.

"You're going to be really sore for at least a few days. If the pain gets worse, or you see blood when you crap, tell one of us, it could be more than just a tear. It's going to hurt like hell when you take a dump for a while. No, I repeat, no sex until it's completely healed," said Mitch as he laid down the law to Josh. To Mitch's shock Josh launched himself and hugged him tight.

"Thank you, thank you for everything. Last night . . . Well it was bad, I felt like everything was my fault. I kept remembering all the bad things I had been told about being gay. It just seemed too much, I didn't know if I could live like that."

Mitch's head snapped back and he grabbed Josh's face in a vice-like grip and locked eyes. "Listen to me and listen good, Joshua. There is always hope, and there is always tomorrow. Don't ever give up! If you are depressed and don't know how to get through it, you talk to Darrin or me. We're glad to help if we can, or we can just sit with you so you know you're not alone. I know you got a lot of crap from your parents, and some other people around here. But they're fucking wrong! You're not broken, or defective or a mistake and last night was not your fault. Different isn't bad, do you understand me?"

Josh nodded vigorously, taken back by the intensity of Mitch's response. He was touched that Mitch's feelings were that strong about him. Finally he managed to squeak out, "I will, Mitch. I promise."

"You damn well better!" said Mitch with a scowl. His face slowly changed back to the impish Mitch he knew better. With a soft punch on the shoulder Mitch said, "Come on then and eat your breakfast. We need to clear the brush in the east pasture while they're empty."

Josh poured himself a huge bowl of cereal, drowned it with milk and quickly started devouring it all. Around a large spoonful he said, "Get goats."

Mitch looked up and laughed, "Why the hell would I want goats? What would we do with them?"

"They'd clear the brush. And you'd sell the kids. Lots of people like cabrito."

"Dumbest damn thing I've ever heard of. Why in the hell would I want . . ."

The two continued to argue through Josh's breakfast and as they walked out the door. The good-natured disagreement was just the tonic Josh needed for things to feel more normal.

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Darrin was enjoying the abnormally warm March day as they drove down the highway. They'd been to several ranches over the past few weeks to look at breeding stock to start their cow herd. Mitch was obsessing about picking the right breed, and Darrin was along to act as a sounding board. Today they'd been to south Texas to see one of the foundation Texas Longhorn herds. But Darrin definitely didn't want animals with a built in set of six-foot long weapons. They were still discussing options when Mitch turned off the interstate and into the hotel parking lot.

"Why are we stopping? We'll be home in a couple of hours," said Darrin.

"I thought it would be nice to relax away from home for one night. Josh seems to be taking care of everything without any trouble," said Mitch.

Darrin exhaled slowly and then turned to smile at Mitch. "That sounds very nice. I love Josh, but he's hyper sometimes. And you encourage him with the non-stop gaming," said Darrin with a laugh.

"If you could ever win you'd play against him too," said Mitch, "Oh, we do need to talk about something about Josh."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, my big paranoid husband. It's just that I told Josh we'd start paying him a salary."

"Oh," said Darrin, "Sure, if you think so."

"Of course it would be with room and board. I just thought it would help him if he were making some of this own money."

"No. Sure. That makes perfect sense," said Darrin.

Mitch punched Darrin on the arm. "Don't dwell on it too much, Darrin. I just wanted to talk about it. It won't take much to make him happy. Besides, we probably need to look into being incorporated, then we'd have everything done up nice and legal."

"I know, and you're right," said Darrin. With an ornery look on his face he opened his door and then turned back to Mitch. "And this is for that punch!" Darrin grabbed Mitch's nipple and twisted hard and then baled out of the pickup. Sprinting for the hotel, he was laughing as Mitch tried to catch up. A split second after Darrin plunged into the entry, Mitch raged in behind him. Darrin grinned at him and covered his chest with his arms.

"Not here! Jeez! Grow up, Mitch," teased Darrin.

"Grow up my ass! Just wait. You'll get yours," said Mitch with one eyebrow cocked.

Realizing they were standing in the glass entryway, they composed themselves and entered the hotel. Mitch quickly confirmed their reservation and got their key cards. They found the room and almost immediately collapsed across the bed. Realizing they didn't have a change of clothes, Darrin rolled to his side and looked at Mitch.

"We didn't bring any clothes. What did you intend for us to wear tomorrow?"

"What we have on," Mitch replied.

"Oh man! It'll be funky smelling by tomorrow!" Darrin said with a whine.

"No they won't," said Mitch. With that he got off the bed and started stripping. Continuing their good-natured teasing from outside, he was soon twirling his shirt over his head as Darrin clapped and wolf whistled. Gyrating his hips to the internal music, Mitch was quickly down to his bright white briefs, which highlighted his package in a way Darrin found very erotic. Mitch turned and started inching them lower, exposing more and more of his hot ass. Soon he had them at his ankles and he looked back to see Darrin licking his lips at the sight he was presenting. Mitch stepped out of his briefs and spread his legs wide as he bent forward, looking back at Darrin from between his legs.

"How's that? Now they won't smell funky. Your turn now, College. Strip for me."

Darrin looked hesitant, "You know I can't dance!"

"Sure you can, just let go of your inner stripper! Come on baby! Shake that money maker!" called Mitch.

Darrin laughed at his man and started. Soon he was into the role, stripping and teasing Mitch. His clothes quickly joined Mitch's on the floor. Once he was down to his jock strap, he stepped onto the bed and walked over to Mitch. Dancing again he lowered himself again and again, exposing his quivering hole to Mitch. Kneeling on either side of Mitch's chest he started rubbing his ass over Mitch while they kissed. Darrin was surprised at how erotic the dance had been for him. His passion was building with each of Mitch's touches. With a final probing kiss, Mitch collapsed against the bed, panting.

"Come on, babe. There's something I want to show you," said Mitch.

He crawled off the bed, grabbed Darrin's wrist and pulled him up the stairs that Darrin had only vaguely noticed when they arrived. Climbing to the top, Darrin was amazed at the huge bathroom, and it's enormous tub.

"Damn! That thing must be 12 feet across," said Darrin.

Mitch laughed and shook his head, "More like five or six, but it's still huge." Mitch turned on the water for the round tub and then waited a few minutes before climbing into it. Sitting down he motioned for Darrin to sit across from him. As the tub filled they both relaxed, floating in the steaming water as they gently touched each other's legs and feet. Eventually Mitch took a cloth and soap and began meticulously washing Darrin's feet. Soon Darrin was duplicating his actions and cleaning Mitch's feet. Once both of them had washed everything they could reach, Mitch slithered through the water and pulled himself up Darrin's legs. Ducking his head under the water, he slipped Darrin's rigid cock between his lips and started sliding his head up and down its length. Coming back up for air, he smiled at the look of rapture on Darrin's face as he continued to stroke it's length.

"What'd you think, cowboy?" said Mitch.

"Have'n a little trouble thinking right now," said Darrin as he breathed hard, "Just don't stop!"

Mitch floated closer to Darrin, running his free hand over his torso while continuing his careful stroking underwater. Floating to his side, he started nibbling on Darrin's ear while he caressed his back and neck with his free hand. Soon their lips were locked together as their tongues intertwined. Mitch released Darrin's cock and let his hands slide up the larger man's frame, touching him gently as they continued their passionate kissing. As they drifted through the steaming water their weightless bodies slid over each other in delightful ways. Eventually Mitch was straddling Darrin with their bodies gliding effortlessly over each other. Mitch pulled himself to Darrin's face and drove his tongue into his mouth and then moved back with a gasp.

"I want your ass!" said Mitch between clenched teeth.

Darrin answered by standing and turning his butt toward Mitch. Bracing himself against the wall with his legs spread, Darrin spread his dripping ass. He looked over his shoulder and sneered at Mitch.

"Then take it!"

Mitch moved close, rubbing his leaking cock over Darrin's exposed pucker. Soon his deep red cock head was dipping into Darrin's hole. As it dropped in, he could feel resistance and started to press forward. But remembering the pain that Josh had endured for the last several weeks, he was unwilling to force himself into Darrin. Moving back he searched for something to use as lube. Darrin moaned as Mitch's hot cock lost contact with his hole.

"Come on! Put it in!" said Darrin through a moan.

"Lube. Damn it! I forgot lube."

"Here!" said Darrin as he grabbed the tiny bottle of conditioner and handed it to Mitch. He upended the bottle on Darrin ass, immediately pushed in his finger and then smeared what was left over his cock. With a sigh Darrin relaxed as soon as Mitch again had his cock at his entrance and was pushing inward. This time he slid in easily and with a steady push was soon buried in Darrin's ass. Pausing, he leaned against Darrin's shuddering body and reached around, playing with his nipples. Mitch felt his ass convulse around his rock hard cock as he teased and rubbed Darrin's nipples. His hands lovingly wondered over Darrin's chest, playing with his nipples as he slowly started rotating his dick inside Darrin.

"You know, this would be a good time to get even over the titty twisting you gave me earlier," said Mitch as he tweaked Darrin's nipples a little harder.

"Ah fuck! Just keep fucking me. That can be my punishment," said Darrin through a moan.

"That doesn't really seem like getting even," said Mitch, "But I guess I'll let it go."

Mitch chuckled softly and then refocused on pleasuring Darrin. He pulled out with excruciating slowness, and then pushed back in with equal control. Teasing and pushing Darrin, his hands caressed every part of his body, except his dick. Soon the teasing was having the desired effect on Darrin as he writhed against Mitch, thrusting his hips back as he tried to fuck himself on Mitch's cock. Finally he let out a moan of frustration.

"Damnit! Fuck me already! Damn, I'm so horny. Shove your fucking cock into me!" said Darrin with a growl.

Mitch smirked at Darrin and pulled almost all the way out, and then snapped his hips hard and drove his cock into Darrin's well-worked ass. Riding hard he pummeled Darrin's butt, plunging in time and again as his orgasm built, nearing its crest. Releasing his hold on Darrin's hips he slapped Darrin's ass cheek with each forward stab of his cock. Feeling his orgasm begin he rammed himself into Darrin, wrapping his arms around his man as cum spewed from his cock. Reaching lower, he grabbed Darrin's cock and started pounding it as he filled Darrin's gut with cum. Almost immediately he felt Darrin's ass clamp down around his cock and the sensation of hot cum squirting over his hand.

"Shit! Oh hell yes! Shiitttttt!" yelled Darrin.

Mitch gently stroked Darrin's hard cock. Milking it slowly for the last drops of cum, he smeared the white cream over Darrin. Resting against his back, Mitch tried to catch his breath. Eventually they both slid back into the water, cuddling against each other. They gently touched and explored each other's bodies until the water became tepid.

"The water's getting cold. I think we better get out," said Darrin softly.

"Yeah, you're probably right. It just felt so good," replied Mitch.

Darrin turned his head and kissed Mitch softly on the lips. "Who says we have to stop after once?"

Mitch gave a deep chuckle, "Yeah, who says?"

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The week following their trip had passed uneventfully. Mitch was glad it was Friday. He was ready for Darrin and Josh to be around to help with the chores. But he also couldn't believe he and Darrin had managed to have sex three times during the night in the hotel room. They hadn't managed that since they'd first gotten together. As he finished cooking breakfast, the other two walked in and sat down to eat. Mitch grabbed his own plate, knowing there would be no food left after Josh finished. They ate the meal in companionable silence. After Josh snagged the final piece of bacon, Darrin sighed.

"Damn, I'm glad this week is over. It's been busy," said Darrin.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Mitch, "How about we take an evening off. Go to the movies."

"That sounds good," said Darrin, "Josh, you wanna go?"

Josh looked up as he licked his fingers. "No, I think Tony and I are going somewhere . . ." said Josh absently.

"Everything ok?" asked Darrin, still angry with Josh's boyfriend.

"Yeah. Yeah sure, it's all good. Tony's just been busy. He hasn't had much free time for us to be together."

"Ok, well be careful. We won't be too late," said Mitch with a significant look at Darrin.

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Darrin and Mitch walked to the door arm in arm, enjoying the brief time of relaxation that they so seldom got to experience. They'd noticed Josh's pickup, but since the house was dark they decided he was with Tony. But as they walked into the house, they both felt something was wrong. Flipping on lights as they went, they soon found Josh sitting on the floor of the living room, leaned against the chair. Empty beer bottles, as well as a few liquor bottles Mitch didn't recognize, surrounded him. Darrin and Mitch squatted on either side of him as he looked at them.

"Fucker dumped me!" cried Josh incoherently.

"Who dumped you, Josh?" asked Darrin quietly.

"Tony! The god damn mother fucking son of a bitch!" Josh spat out.

"What happened? Are you ok?" asked Mitch.

Josh sobbed and then drained the bottle he was holding, "No! I'm not ok, god damn it! God damn, Mitch. I loved him. He dropped me like I was trash." Josh's leaned against Mitch, who wrapped his arms around the sobbing teen.

Darrin rubbed Josh's back as he sobbed against Mitch. "It'll be ok, Josh. It's his loss."

"No, it fuck'n isn't ok. He just fucked me and dumped me like some two-bit whore," said Josh between the sobs.

"I know, babe," said Mitch, "I know it hurts. But it will get better."

"I was so stupid. I thought he really was going to take me to the prom," said Josh between his tears, "That's what started it. I asked about prom."

The thought started a new round of heart wrenching sobs. Finally he calmed down enough to speak, "He laughed at me. He said I was stupid if I thought he was taking me to the prom where all his friends could see us."

Mitch patted Josh on the back, knowing that time was the only solution to this kind of hurt. "It's ok, Josh. We've all been there. It feels like he ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Believe me, I know what that feels like."

Josh's sobs quieted and he looked at Mitch, "Even you?"

"Yes, Josh. Even me."

Josh lifted the empty bottle to his lips and then absentmindedly dropped it when he found it was empty. "Need more beer, Mitch. Please! It helps the hurt."

Mitch squatted in front of the boy and looked at his glassy eyes. "No Josh. It doesn't. You just think it's helping. Come on. Let's get you to bed."

"Is helping!" slurred Josh as he tried to get up. "My folks said booze was evil. Fuck 'em. Makes everything better." Josh paused and tried to focus on Darrin's face, "Tasted like shit at first, but then it got better. Helps the hurt, lots."

"No, Josh," said Mitch gently, "It just hides it until you're sober again. It isn't really helping. Let me help you get in bed."

"Don't fuck'n wanna go to bed, damn it! Fucker dumped me. Just fuck'n dumped me," he gasped a little and wrapped his arms around himself, "It hurts bad. It really hurts and I want it to stop. I loved him. I thought we were gonna be like you two."

"Josh," Darrin held his face, "It will be better. It's just really raw right now. You'll find someone. There's someone out there who just fits you, Josh. Like Mitch and I fit each other."

Josh nodded and seemed to calm down. Then with a strange expression he looked up at Darrin. "I don't feel good."

"Oh shit, Mitch. Help me get him to the bathroom before he pukes!"

Darrin reached in and wedged a shoulder under Josh's arm while Mitch grabbed the other side. Pulling him up between them, Josh laid his head on Darrin's shoulder. They took a step forward, and Josh moaned into Darrin's ear.

"Oh god Darrin. I don't feel good. I think I'm going to—"

Josh was stopped by an eruptive vomit that would have been fitting on a movie set. Over almost before it began, it ended with Darrin covered in nastiness and Mitch gagging. Darrin glared at Mitch as the viscous mess dripped from him.

"Don't you dare throw-up. I'll hurt you in your sleep," sniped Darrin.

"Oh god! Smells so— Urg! Oh shit Darrin. Urgg!"

"Get out! Go! I'm not cleaning up a mess from both of you!"

With a look of utter disgust on his face, Darrin shouldered Josh into the bathroom and shoved him, clothes and all, into the shower. Flipping the water on full blast, he left Josh to finish purging himself of the alcohol he'd drank, while Darrin cleaned himself up. Walking back into the bathroom he found Josh sitting limply on the bench and moaning. He reached in and turned off the torrent of tepid water.

"You better?" he asked Josh.

"God I just want to die . . ." moaned Josh.

"You won't die. But I'm leaving a trash can beside your bed in case you aren't finished. I have enough puke to clean up as it is," said Darrin with disgust, and a little sympathy. "Here are some shorts. Strip out of your wet clothes in the shower and leave 'em there."

Josh nodded as the water dripped from him. He struggled to open his jeans and with a pathetic look turned to Darrin. "I can't get my pants open. I gotta pee too, really bad."

"Oh jeez! Here! Just pee in the shower." Darrin reached over, turned on the shower full blast and walked out. After a few minutes he came back in to find Josh passed out against the shower wall.

"Damn it, Josh!" Darrin said quietly. Shutting off the shower he reached in and started stripping the unconscious youngster. He struggled with the wet clothes a few times but finally had him undressed. After drying him as best he could, Darrin yanked on the gym shorts he had left for him to put on. Grabbing Josh's arm he lifted him onto his shoulder and out of the shower. Spotting Mitch lurking in the bedroom he barked out.

"Get your little ass over here and help me! He's damn heavy and out like a light."

Mitch meekly walked over to Darrin and draped Josh's other arm over his shoulder. The two finally got Josh into bed and were relieved to hear him snoring softly.

"You think he'll be ok?" asked Darrin.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. I just hope he doesn't hurl again," said Mitch with a sheepish look, "I can't take the smell of puke . . . sorry."

"Yeah, I noticed, my macho man," said Darrin with a smirk. He turned and grabbed the trash can and sat it beside Josh's bed. He looked up to see Mitch grinning at him.

"I know. He won't find the trash if he gets sick again. But at least I have a little chance at not cleaning up more vomit."

"Come on, Dad. I'll keep an eye on the youngster tonight to make sure he's ok."

"Thanks. I don't think I could handle any more crisis' tonight," said Darrin as the two walked back into their own bedroom.

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Mitch looked up from the metal post he was driving to see Josh walking across the pasture toward them. It was early afternoon and he and Darrin had been working on fence for several hours, but they'd let Josh sleep. They thought that was the best thing they could do for him after last night. As he got closer Mitch could see Josh was wearing his work gloves and was obviously out here to help.

"Josh, you don't have to help today if you want to take the day off," said Mitch.

"No. You guys are paying me to help. I already wasted half the day so I need to work."

"How are you feeling?" asked Darrin.

"Fine."

"Really?" said Mitch with disbelief in his voice.

"Well, no. My head hurts like a . . . well really bad."

"Did you get something to eat?"

"Oh god no! I don't ever want food again!" said Josh as he turned a little green.

Darrin chuckled and then continued, "Sorry you had such a rough night. It will get better," said Darrin with a comforting smile. "Sorry about Tony too. I know it hurts. We've all been there, unfortunately."

Josh unconsciously wiped his hand across his eyes and shrugged, not wanting to talk about it. After a few moments to gather himself, he looked at them with another shrug. "His loss, the asshole, I'll survive. I just can't believe I was so stupid."

Mitch smiled, "We've all been that stupid, Josh. Just don't let it get to you. You're a great guy and you'll have more boyfriends."

"I know you're right," Josh said, with a bitter smile, "But I was kinda looking forward to the prom. I know. It's stupid."

Darrin patted him on the back. "No, not stupid at all. Maybe something will work out."

Mitch grabbed the post driver and started pounding the post into the ground. Taking their cue from him, Josh and Darrin started getting the materials and helping Mitch with the fencing.

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Darrin listened carefully as Dr. Ruck went over the project. They had reviewed the objectives and goals to make sure everything was in order. After evaluating all the equipment needs and working through a rough budget, they had a final grant proposal ready to submit. They'd both signed in all the appropriate spots and Emma leaned back and looked at Darrin.

"What's wrong, Darrin? You seem a little off today."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Did I miss something?" said Darrin.

"No, this is fine. I'd have told you if your work was suffering. I just meant you seem more . . . serious I guess. Anything I can help with?" said Emma.

"Not really. Josh, the kid who's living with us, got dumped by his boyfriend a week or so ago. He's doing ok, but he thought they were going to the prom together. I wish there was something I could do, but he doesn't want to go to the prom at school now. And I can't say that I really blame him either."

Emma leaned back and studied Darrin for a few minutes. "This is really important to you isn't it?"

Darrin sat and considered the question for a few moments. With a small sigh he nodded, "Yes, I guess it is. I think back to my high school days. It would have been nice to be able to share that with someone, regardless of their gender."

Dr. Ruck smiled across the table at him. "Then do it!"

"Do what? The high school isn't going to change anything," said Darrin.

"And if the first line of research fails what do you? Find another approach of course. Have the prom at your ranch! I'm not so old I can't remember 'Footloose'."

Darrin chuckled and considered the suggestion. "Yeah, that might work. We could clean out the barn, it's huge, and Josh could invite some friends."

"If you're going to do it, you should send an invitation to the campus Gay-Straight Alliance. I'm sure there are kids in it who wished they'd had their prom too," she said with a smile, "I'll even help if you'd like. I can plan a mean party. Just ask William. How do you think he and Lex met?"

Darrin chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, I think that would be great. I'm sure I can recruit Mitch too." He thought for a few more moments and then a broad smile broke out across his face.

"Let's do it!"

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Mitch and Darrin arrived at the house exhausted. Darrin had a rare day away from the university and they'd decided to get a few of the supplies that they were going to need for the prom they were planning. Both of them were wondering how it was going to go, afraid that Josh would be in an empty room with a big bowl of punch. Darrin had given the information to the Gay-Straight Alliance on campus though, and they seemed excited. So they were hoping at least a few people would come. Darrin and Mitch both had made it clear that it was open to anyone, not just GLBT students. But still the worry was settling into both of them, but worrying about it wasn't going to change anything. They'd just have to see who showed up that night.

Going into the house they heard the booming sounds of Josh playing his latest shooter game. He'd seemed a lot happier after they'd told him about the plans for the alternative prom. He really hadn't bounced back from Tony dumping him as quickly as he'd tried to make everyone think. Darrin had caught him staring dejected into space several times. They were both well aware of how long it could take to get over your first love, and first rejection. So they were not trying to force Josh into anything. But considering where he had been last summer, Josh was dealing with everything amazingly well.

But the sounds filtering from the living room sounded anything but melancholy. It sounded like a young man having one hell of a time actually, cheering at victories and cussing the game at defeats. Mitch grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Darrin. Sipping the cold beverage they walked to the doorway and watched Josh for a few minutes. Eventually he turned and saw them standing watching.

"Hey guys! How are things?" he said as he sat down the game controller.

"Good," Mitch said cautiously, "And how about you? Everything ok?"

"Oh hell yeah! It's a grand and glorious day in my world."

"What's going on Josh? Not that I'm not glad to see you in a good mood, but . . ."

Josh's smile got even broader, his reaction starting to worry both guys. "Tony got outted today! To the whole football team! It was great!"

"Josh, did you out Tony? I mean he probably deserves it, but . . ."

"Not me! I mean he's a complete asshole, but I still wouldn't do that to anyone," said Josh, sounding more than a little offended. "It was Ross, apparently stud Tony was fucking more than one guy. All the broken dates had him dipping his wick somewhere else. Apparently Ross didn't make him use a rubber either, and found out about someone else. I don't know how many guy's Tony was with, but I'm damn glad I listened to you guys about the condoms."

"So, what happened? To Tony," asked Darrin.

Josh giggled, a little high on the retribution someone else had provided for him. "It was great! In the middle of the hallway, right in front of Tony's football buddies. Ross just exploded. Told him he found out he was fucking some army dude in Lawton. Called him a two-timing son of a bitch. It was great?"

"What about Tony?" asked Darrin quietly.

Josh flashed a look at Darrin, "No! We are not feeling sorry for that son of a bitch! He got what he deserved! He dumped my ass and it hurt like hell. I'm not feeling sorry for any asshole who dumped me and apparently fucked around on me too."

Darrin nodded and then smiled at Josh. "Revenge is sometimes really sweet, isn't it?"

"Damn straight it is!" said Josh with a smile, "Karma's a bitch."