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Darrin shaded his eyes with his hand, wondering who was creating the boiling dust cloud he could see coming down the road. As it slowed to turn into the ranch, he could see the familiar insignia of the county sheriff.
"Hey Mitch, Jim is coming."
Mitch leaned the pitchfork against the stall he was cleaning and walked out into the sun, enjoying the warmth of the Indian summer day. He pulled off the worn leather gloves and shoved them into his back pocket. "Wonder why he's coming for a visit..."
Neither of them could be sure whether this was a pleasant visit, or one that would send their again peaceful world into upheaval. The sheriff had brought both Josh and Trent to the ranch, but now the two were married, well as married as two men could be in Oklahoma. He and Mitch had been enjoying the drama free weeks since the pair had returned from Alaska. They walked over as the car rolled to a stop.
"Hey Jim. Nice day to be out."
Jim White Cloud pulled off his grey cowboy hat and ran his fingers through his iron and steel colored hair. He slid the hat on and cocked it to the back and smiled at the pair.
"Don't worry. I'm not here on official business. Well, not official county business anyway."
Mitch lifted his eyebrows. "Oh?"
"You know how gossip spreads around here. Nanna heard about the boys Haida wedding. It didn't set to well for some northwestern tribes to be stealing 'her' Two-Spirits."
Mitch started chuckling. "Well have her ream those two then. Darrin would probably help." The scowl Darrin shot his direction only increased the volume of his laughter.
Jim grinned at Mitch and slowed his laughter. "Oh, she's going to talk to them too. But since you two are members of the tribe, she wanted you to have a traditional wedding."
Mitch glanced at Darrin and lifted his eyebrows, looking back to the sheriff. "Traditional wedding?"
"Yes, we are a sovereign nation. I'm not exactly sure what that means to the state government, but it means quite a bit to us." He paused and grinned at the pair. "Don't worry. You'll have a good time."
Mitch nodded weakly, conflicting emotions swirling inside him. Sheriff White Cloud walked back to his car, chuckling as he went. Once he was inside, he rolled down the window, and with a huge grin across his face asked, "By the way, how do you boys like breechcloths and leggings?"
Mitch snapped his head toward Darrin and the two locked panicked eyes while the sheriff drove off roaring with laughter.
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Josh slowly walked to the porch of the low-slung white house. The grass giving a typical late summer crunch of dormancy under each footstep as they walked closer to the figures sitting quietly on the porch. As they entered the shade, Josh was relieved to have entered the tiny oasis typical of every country home on the Great Plains. He looked back to see Trent lagging behind, looking like a truant school boy being taken to the principals office. Josh understood the feeling, he hadn't been able to shake the fear that they were in trouble since Sheriff White Cloud had told them his grandmother wanted to talk with them.
Trent had been fine, until Josh had explained she was a Kiowa elder, and kind of spooky perceptive about stuff. But even if they weren't both a little afraid of her, which they were, they would have still came to see her just because the sheriff had asked. Josh looked back and motioned Trent forward.
"Come on," Josh said under his breath, "They're waiting."
Trent nodded in acknowledgement, but if anything slowed his pace. After a few more steps, Josh circled back, grabbed his arm and pulled him to the porch.
"Hello, youngsters. Come. Sit." Josh lifted his head to see the smiling face of Nanna White Cloud. He admired and respected this woman, and she was always so kind and supportive. It was impossible to not enjoy talking with her. It was like visiting the repository of ancient knowledge about how a people could live in this god-forsaken region of the country without drying up and blowing away. In fact, the tribe seemed to be grounded in the bedrock of the region and could face almost anything and survive. They had been some of the first people to show up after the tornado hit the ranch headquarters. The couple stepped onto the porch and was greeted by the dull thud of a boot on hollow wood as the three people on the porch rearranged the chairs and pulled two more over for the guys.
"Hello, Mrs. White Cloud. Looks like it's gonna be a hot one." Josh tipped his cap onto the back of his head and smiled as he looked at the other people.
"Hello, Joshua. I believe you're right. Going to be pretty hot. An Oklahoma scorcher." Nanna smile at both men and then motioned to the other two people with her. "This is Jim Horse Thief and Emma Carson. They're friends of mine, us old folks like to sit and chew the fat ya know."
Josh and Trent nodded, their apprehension built with each tick of the clock. "Please, boys. Have a seat. We just wanted to talk."
They moved slowly, looking like scared fawns that were ready to scramble for cover at the first sign of a threat. They settled into the padded chairs and then took the drinks Nanna offered. Trent took a drink from his glass and smiled at the refreshing chill of iced tea down his throat. Settling his glass on his knee, he focused on the three older people.
"Well, how have you boys been doing?" Nanna took a sip of her tea.
Trent exchanged a glance with Josh. "Good, Ma'am. Keeping busy."
"Yes, young people need something to use up all that energy that's wasted on them." Nanna wiped her forehead with a cloth she had been fanning herself with. "I hear you boys been up to Alaska."
"Yes, Ma'am. We went up to see my father's people."
"Haida? Right?"
"Yes..." Trent's internal warning lights flashed impending disaster signals, but he couldn't figure out how to avoid the plunge off the cliff. "We had a nice visit."
"We hear you got married, traditional Haida ceremony." This time the other two elders leaned forward for Trent's response.
"Yes, best as they could figure out. No one remembers ever having a two-spirit wedding before." Trent broke into a grin. "Josh got the girls part."
Josh shot Trent a stern look and his face colored deep red. All three of the elders chuckled and bobbed their heads. "Yes, the Kiowa have wedding traditions too." A mischievous glint came to Nanna eyes. "We steal our wives."
Trent and Josh exchanged glances while the three chuckled over some inside joke. After a few minutes where the air filled with sophomoric laughter, Trent cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. But I don't think we understand what you mean."
"Please, youngster, call me Nanna. Everyone else does. And I think we've had enough fun at your expense, so we should explain."
"Yes, ma'am...Nanna." Trent got a nod and a smile. "We are a little confused."
"Well, you know two-spirits mark good things for the tribe. Until Darrin and Mitch moved in, we hadn't had anyone in a long time." She glanced at her other guests. "At least not brave enough to tell anyone. Certainly not a couple." She beamed at Josh and Trent. "But now we have two couples. Unbelievably good for the tribe. But one of them snuck off and got married under another tribes traditions..."
Trent's lips formed an O as he took in the information. "So you want us to do a traditional Kiowa wedding? You want me to-steal-Josh?" Trent couldn't suppress the chortle that came out. He turned to Josh with his lips pressed hard against each other.
"How do you feel about being stolen?"
Emma chimed in, "Or buy him with horses. That'd work too."
Laughter spewed from Trent. Josh's lips were twisted up like a baler had gotten to them.
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Trent lifted the dress pants from the rack and let them fall back in place. He turned to look at Josh and the corner of his mouth quirked.
"You really aren't thinking this is what we are going to wear for the wedding. Somehow I don't see us wearing a three-piece suit to the wedding where you get stolen."
Josh took a deep breath and let it out. "Yeah, I know. I just don't want to look stupid. I think that'd embarrass Darrin, and he's been kinda pissy ever since we got back from Alaska."
Trent chuckled. "Yeah, I finally asked Mitch what was up. He said not to worry about it. Said they had some stuff in the works that would fix everything." He shrugged and started flipping through the shirts. "And no, he didn't tell me what. Just that they had some stuff going down that would fix it."
Josh had the sensation of someone watching them. When he turned, he saw a big guy going through jackets a few rows over, but nothing else. Turning back to Trent he nodded. "Ok, then I'll try not to worry about it. I guess we can go look for some new Wranglers and some dressier shirts."
"The western store is just down the street. Let's go see what they have."
Josh followed Trent to the door and into the warm early autumn sunshine. They covered the distance when Josh felt prickles along his spine. "Hey, is there a guy following us? Big redheaded guy with a John Deere cap?"
Trent looked over his shoulder to the largely vacant sidewalk. "Nah, I don't see anything. Just a couple a blue-hairs shopping."
Josh tried to relax, but kept feeling like they were being followed. He stopped to look in the window they passed, and had to agree with Trent, he didn't see the guy again. He relaxed measurably. Josh followed Trent into the western store and lost themselves in trying to decide on the perfect clothing for them to wear to the wedding. They'd finished up and were standing on the sidewalk when Trent got a grin on his face when he spotted a coffee shop. He turned and grinned at Josh. "I want a chai tea."
Josh's face screwed into a scowl. "Ick! I don't see what you get out of that." He let out a low chuckle. "But while you're there, I wouldn't mind a latte."
"Yeah, make fun of my tea, country boy." Trent chuckled and bumped against his husband. "No problem, weanie. I'll get your latte."
"Meet ya back at the truck." Josh smiled as Trent headed to the coffee shop. Josh turned to take their purchases to the pickup. He arrived to find a huge dually pickup parked so close he could just get the door open. Dumbass! Parking so close.
"Hey."
Josh spun to find a huge guy standing at the other end of the pickup, blocking him in and too close for Josh to close the door and escape the other direction. All the pieces flowed together as he recognized the hulking presence he'd been feeling all day. I thought we were safe. I thought it wouldn't come to this. But this guy looks crazy.
Josh's pulse raced, steeling himself for a fight because he wasn't going down without one. "Hey. Can I help you with something?"
The brute stepped closer, starting to raise his arms. "You Josh Edwards? That gay guy from high school."
Josh tried to figure how would be the best defense. He knew he couldn't get into the pickup before Sasquatch caught him. Damn. He has to outweigh me by a hundred pounds.
"I'm Josh, and I'm gay. So I guess yeah I'm who you're looking for..."
The bulking man suddenly rushed at Josh, grabbing him around the chest. Josh started to struggle, realizing he'd let his arms get pinned. Shit! Shit! Shit! He started to struggle, knowing he needed to be screaming his head off for help. As he filled his lungs with air...
"Thanks!"
What? What the fuck! Did he just say thanks? Josh stopped, trying to make sense. Suddenly the grappling hold seemed more like an enthusiastic hug. "Thanks? For what? Do I know you?"
The large man released Josh and moved back an arm's length. "Probably not. I was a sophomore when you were a senior. Just a skinny redheaded kid."
"Well, what are you thinking me for then?"
"Your speech, at graduation."
"Yeah..."
"Well. This sounds corny, but it saved my life. I knew I was gay, and couldn't take the guilt. I had everything planned to kill myself, and then I heard you talk. I decided there was at least a little hope. I'm Matt by the way."
Josh's mouth dropped open as he tried to recall that tirade he delivered to most of the town. Josh was shocked to realize he couldn't even recall the details of the speech. He looked at the freckled face with the mass of red curls exploding from under a green cap, trying to imagine how he'd had this kind of impact on someone he'd never known until now. Suddenly a question came to Josh. "Why were you stalking me then? Why didn't you just talk to me?"
Matt's face turned deep red at the question. "I was embarrassed. I am afraid you'd think I was weird."
Josh started laughing as Matt's face got even redder. He shook his head and noticed Trent walking slowly up to them. He motioned him closer. "Hey Trent, come meet a friend of mine."
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Darrin urged Lady forward through the sand plum thicket. The trail so narrow through the dark skinned bushes that his chaps were scraping through their almost thorny branches. The fruit long gone, the low-slung trees still were used for shelter by a lot of animals. He was hoping one of the animals needing shelter was their missing cow.
Mitch stood in his stirrups and called across the thicket to Darrin. "Hey! You find anything yet?"
"Nothing. You sure she's missing?"
Mitch shot Darrin a scowl. "Yes, I can count that high."
"Don't be bitchy, I was just asking."
Mitch started muttering. "You want bitchy? I can show you bitchy. Make you think bitchy. Ass. Hole."
Darrin chuckled but didn't reply. He knew how much it frustrated Mitch to have an animal missing, and they'd been looking for two days now. Darrin was afraid that they were going to find the remains instead of the cow. Although between the brush and the cedars, you could hide an army in here and we'd never know it. Darrin yanked back on Lady's reins, forcing the mare back a step or two.
"Hey Mitch! I think I heard something."
"What's going on?"
"I heard something, and no it's not mice across the dead leaves."
Suddenly the world whipped into a maelstrom of events too fast to differentiate. Lady let out a squeal and bolted as the foliage around them exploded. Mitch fought with Storm, who reared when the mahogany demon jumped between them. Darrin's feet slipped from the stirrups and time slowed as he pitched backward from the startled horse. His impact on the unforgiving ground knocked the air out of him and left him stunned.
Darrin watched through dazed eyes as the struggle played out between Mitch and what ended up being one of their bulls. I told Mitch that son of a bitch had crazy eyes. But with that thought the bull turned and let out a deep snort as he looked at Darrin sitting on the ground between the huge cedar trees. Darrin began to crawdad as he realized the bull was targeting him and the metallic taste of fear as Deja vu flooded his body.
Just as the bull charged, a red and white streak shot across Darrin's field of vision. The streak erupted into a snarling, barking tornado as Max threw himself at the bull. Not questioning his luck, Darrin struggled to his feet and looked around in time for a shadow to fall across him. He looked up and found Trent with a hand extended.
"Come on! Lady is half-way back to the house."
Darrin grabbed Trent's hand and jumped as he heard a loud snort from the frustrated bull with the quick annoyance Max was becoming. Darrin landed with a thud on Whitey and grabbed onto Trent like a lifeline. His grip was iron clad as Mitch and Storm thundered back into the tableau playing out before Darrin's horrified eyes.
"Come on! Let's get out of here!"
Trent touched his heels to his horse's flanks and they were off with a lurch. Darrin calmed his adrenaline filled system with each length they were away from the crazed bull. He looked back to see Storm nudging a cow and calf into the opening to have the trio take off at a run.
With a piercing whistle, Trent called Max back to them. A grin covered his face as he glanced back to Darrin. "That was close! You're lucky Max and I were coming out to help you look for the cow."
Darrin flashed back to the near miss that got him and Mitch together and started to shake. Sweat beaded on his lip when Storm came to a bounding stop beside them. He looked at Mitch with a faint smile. "We have to stop meeting this way."
A smile erupted on Mitch's face. "Yeah, I think twice in a lifetime is plenty to have your butt saved from some bull or another."
Trent raised an eyebrow and looked from one man to the other. Focusing on Darrin he asked. "So getting rescued by the handsome cowboy is some habit of yours?"
Mitch leaned over and patted Darrin on the back. "It's kind of how we met. But that bull was trying to hurt someone. This one was protecting his cow. They're gone."
Darrin twisted and looked back at the now quietly grazing animals. He shook his head and turned back to Mitch. "He's gone. I don't want to worry about getting to close to whatever cow he's decided to protect."
A thoughtful look crossed Mitch's face. "I have an idea."
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Josh spun toward Trent, his face a twisted mass of conflicting emotions. "You sure this is going to work? I don't think this is such a good idea."
"No, for the one-hundredth time. She may tell us no way. Probably will. It's not like this is a reasonable thing we're asking."
"I know, I know. It's not reasonable, it's actually pretty crazy. But it is Darrin's sister, so she might understand."
Trent glanced over at his husband. "What did Darrin say?"
"He didn't say much, other than he couldn't guess what she'd say." A grin appeared on Josh's face. "He did say there's no one worse than a convert."
"What the hell does that mean?"
Josh shrugged. "I dunno."
They drove for a few miles in silence, each wrapped in their own concerns and worries. They both knew their chance of success was microscopic. Even if Darrin's sister agreed to their wild scheme, the costs were going to be astronomical. The white frame house in the cluster of trees they were barreling toward was getting larger.
"That's it, I think."
"Yeah, just exactly how Darrin described it." Josh took a deep breath and exhaled noisily. "Well, here goes nothing."
A thought suddenly occurred to Trent. "Why at her mother's house? Why didn't we meet her at her own house?"
Josh's eyebrows arched across his forehead. "Oh shit! I never thought of that."
Trent let out a chuckle as they turned into the gravel driveway. "Well I don't know either, but remember what Darrin said about his family."
"I know, I know. No cussing, and don't be surprised by some of the things they say."
They rolled to a stop in front of the house and sat in the pickup for a few moments. They looked at each other and with similar expressions of 'what the hell were we thinking?' etched across their faces. But they couldn't just not show up now. They were expected, and Darrin had kind of stuck his neck out to make things easier too. But they were asking-a lot.
Trent smacked him on the shoulder. "Come on, this isn't going to go away just because we suddenly became chicken shits. We got to at least ask, and hope something bad doesn't happen."
Josh nodded in agreement and their doors opened with synchronized precision. The walk to the front door was interminable, and once they arrived they stood for several minutes before Josh reached up and knocked. The door flew open and Darrin's mother appeared in the open doorway.
"Come in! Come in! I wondered when you boys were gonna show up. I've got iced tea already fixed and in the icebox. Ya'll sit in the living room and I'll bring us all a glass of tea."
Josh followed Trent into the room she had motioned them toward, and found Darrin's sister smiling at them. She met them half way across the room and hugged each of them in turn. "I'm glad you guys could come. It sounded real important."
They looked at each other and then Josh shrugged. "It is important. But if you don't mind we'll wait a few minutes until your mom comes back."
Dana nodded and settled back into her chair and watched the two. The asthmatic window unit kicked off and on several times while they waited, punctuating the Texas heat. Trent had started examining the room when Diana arrived with the drinks. "Here we go. Sorry it took a little while longer. But I know how you people like your fancy tea so I have chamomile, mint and green for you to pick from."
Josh and Trent exchanged a glance, understanding why Darrin had warned them about his mother. Josh glanced at Dana to see her reaction, and got a flicker of a smile and a shrug. They grasped their glasses of tea and settled back into the overstuffed chairs. After a few sips from each of them, Josh leaned forward, and almost set his glass on the table until he saw Dana's eyes get large. Trent smiled, and handed him a coaster. He sat the glass carefully on the tiny cloth square and turned to look at the two women.
"Well, I'm sure you're wondering why we're here. I just want to say that while our request is unusual, it isn't without a lot of thought. We hate to put this kind of pressure on you, but we thought you'd be the perfect person." Josh looked from face to face and even Trent looked expectantly. "Yeah, well. I guess that makes it clear as mud. I guess just need to put it out there."
Trent patted Josh on the back and turned to Dana. "We wanted to ask you for eggs."
Dana looked at them both. The thin lines of her eyebrows almost touched. Then they shot across her face when the full impact of the request settled on her. "You want my eggs?"
"Yes, ma'am. We thought it would be like part of the same family. Cause Darrin is basically like a father to both of us."
"My eggs... For a baby."
"Babies. One from each of us," added Trent.
"Two babies. Oh."
"Yes, ma'am. Two babies. Like paternal twins, kinda."
Dana sat down her glass, her hand trembling slightly as her condensation coated tumbler landed on the coaster. "I think I need some air. I'll be right back."
They watched as Dana made her way out the door and into the simmering Texas heat. Darrin's mother turned with a smile and met their gazes. "She just needs a few minutes. How are things going back at the ranch? I heard Darrin say something about raising rodeo bulls?"
They talked for quite some time, Josh would occasionally catch a glimpse of Dana as she walked past a window. But Darrin's mother never seemed to notice. The later afternoon sun came through the window and they moved to the cooler dining room.
Diana grabbed their glasses and headed for the kitchen. "Heavens, these got warm. Let me refill these for you." She glanced back at the pair. "Green tea for both of you?"
Trent and Josh plastered on a smile and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. That'd be great." She disappeared into the kitchen and Trent turned to Josh. "I can't handle much more of that tea. It tastes like piss."
Josh glanced back to make sure she hadn't heard Trent. "Shh, keep it down. We don't need any trouble. Dana is still outside walking, I think she's been doing it so long she has a path worn."
"Not quite. But close."
The boys spun to see Dana standing in the doorway, her face solemn. Josh's heart sank at the expression on her face. He could tell the news was not going to be what they'd hoped.
Dana moved to the couch opposite the pair, and settled in with a sigh. She looked at them with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Let's wait until Mom comes back. It'll save me from saying it all twice."
Josh nodded and slid back in his chair, he noticed Trent was perched on the edge of his seat, his nerves far too taut to let him wait calmly. All three of them jumped when the door to the kitchen banged open and Diana traipsed into the room carrying a tray of drinks. She carefully lowered them to the table and then picked up one and handed it to Dana.
"I heard you talking so I fixed you a Dr. Pepper. I thought you might be thirsty after all your walking and thinking."
Dana lifted the glass to her lips and drained half before lowering it again. Josh took a drink of his tea without thinking and immediately regretted it. As he struggled to swallow, he at least had the consolation that Trent had made the same mistake. But he got it down quickly when Dana cleared her throat.
"First, I want you to know this was not an easy decision. I thought and I prayed. I tried to decide what God would want me to do."
Josh groaned inwardly, afraid of the direction of the conversation.
"But after all that, I decided that this is what I need to do to balance out my inaction years ago when that poor child died."
Trent and Josh looked at each other then looked back at Dana. "So the answer's yes? You'll give us eggs?" asked Trent.
This time the smile was genuine. "Yes, that means I'll give you some eggs. I think I have a few to spare." After a pause, she turned to her mother. "So Mom, what do you think?"
Diana slowly put her glass on the table. Josh knew she was upset because she didn't use a coaster. She steepled her fingers together and looked at each of them individually. Finally her gazed rested on her daughter, and she smiled. "Yes, heavens yes. I think it's a fantastic idea. And these boys will be great dads." She grabbed her glass again and started downing it like a shot of scotch.
Dana took another sip of her pop and grinned at the boys. "What about the mom?"
They glanced at each other, both wearing a confused look on their faces. "What do you mean?" Josh finally asked.
"The mom. Who's going to carry them?"
"Oh. The surrogate. We don't know yet. They're really expensive so we might have to wait a little while. But we can freeze the eggs, so you don't have to worry about that."
"Well, what if I carried them?"
Trent spewed his tea back into the glass. Josh managed to remain somewhat calmer. "You? You sure about that?"
The sound of glass shattering filled the room and everyone turned to find Diana with a look of utter shock on her face and a puddle of tea and glass beside her chair. Josh dashed to the kitchen and grabbed a roll of paper towels while Dana moved to comfort her mother.
"It'll be fine, Mom. I think I kind of owe Darrin something so carrying his grandkids would be good, I think. It's not like I need to worry about not working or anything."
"People are going to talk though, sweetie. What will we do about the rumors?"
Dana snorted. "They'll always gossip about something. We might as well give them something really juicy."
"Well this should keep their tongues flapping for...well, for years."
Dana nodded and then turned back to Trent and Josh as they cleaned up the last of the glass and tea from the wooden floor. "Looks like you have the eggs, and the incubator. When do we start?"
Josh's grin split his face from ear to ear. "Give us a while to figure it out. We still have a wedding to plan, and I have a feeling it will be a doozy."
Dana squeezed her mother's shoulder and nodded. "I heard about the double wedding. It should be great. We wouldn't miss it for the world."
Josh turned to Trent and smiled, having already tried on the breechcloths once.
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Darrin looked at himself in the mirror. How did I let myself be talked into this? "If I wore this into a leather club in Dallas I'd be hit on by half-a-dozen dudes before I made it to the bar."
Mitch let out a chuckle and wolf whistled at the sight of Darrin in leggings and breechcloth, which managed to show off strategic parts of his butt. "Well, I think you'd be in more demand than the guys who were just wearing assless chaps. I mean, look at you. There must be a hundred hours of beadwork on just the breechcloth, not to mention the work on the leggings.
Darrin looked down at the outfit, feeling both proud, and incredibly self-conscious at the same time. The designs on the regalia required an incredible artistic eye, the colors and patterns were so intricate and dazzling that he didn't know what to think. The thing that amazed him even more, their outfits were theirs to keep. And no one would let them pay for the work. But from the amount of twittering and head nodding among the ladies who had made them, Darrin began to feel like a dress up doll for them.
Mitch let out a disgusted snort and turned to Darrin. "I have to trim up. Otherwise I'm going to look like a pint sized wookie in this thing."
Darrin turned from the mirror with a grin plastered on his face. "Last time you did that, you bitched for a month about how much it itched."
Mitch considered for a minute and then nodded. "Yeah, it did. I don't want to do that again. What if I wear a shirt under the vest, and trim where I have to?"
"I don't know. It isn't like a white cotton shirt is traditional outfit."
"I know, I know. I guess I'll just have to clip it and deal with the consequences."
"Get the clippers and I'll help you. We'll just shear it close, it has to be better if we do it that way."
Mitch retrieved the clippers they used on his hair every few weeks and handed them to Darrin. "Go ahead. Just try and leave what you can."
"Well, you're going to have to strip. I don't think you want little diamonds and stuff cut into your hair."
"I don't know. It might be kinda fun."
Darrin shot Mitch a scolding look. "Strip."
Mitch chuckled as he unfastened the elaborate costume and carefully laid it on the bed. Darrin walked over and flipped on the clippers. He looked at Mitch for a moment then turned it back off. "Hang on."
Darrin trotted to the bathroom and emerged with two large towels. He laid them side-by-side and then flipped the clippers on again. "Stand on them. I don't want to be explaining why Mac is shedding so much."
Mitch grinned and stepped onto the towels. Darrin quickly cleaned up the places where the leggings and breechcloth didn't cover. Then he stood in front of Mitch and looked at his hairy chest. "We have to clip it. I don't see any other way."
"Do it. It'll grow back. I don't wanna piss off Nanna."
"Ok." Darrin plunged the clippers over Mitch's pecs and soon a blizzard of dark hair fluttered to the towel. Darrin carefully clipped around each nipple, holding them out of the way as he did. He heard Mitch's breathing deepen and looked down to find him hard and leaking. With a smirk on his face, he ignored Mitch's shaft, until he'd sheared off the last of Mitch's treasure trail.
By then a silver strand trailed from Mitch's cock. Darrin pressed the vibrating clippers against it, and smiled at Mitch's groan.
"Like that?"
"Oh yeah, babe. That feels nice."
Darrin ran the tip of his tongue along the underside of Mitch's dick and then flicked it in his slit.
"And how about that?"
"Oh, God. Come on, suck it."
Darrin stood up and turned off the clippers. "Nope, not 'til after the wedding. You'll just have to wait."
Mitch looked at him with disbelief etched across his face. "Motherfucker!" He stomped toward the bathroom, his hard cock bouncing in front of him.
"No jacking off either!"
"Asshole!"
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Josh started chuckling as he watched Trent try and put on his outfit, around a rampant erection. Trent continued to fight with his cock, just making it even harder. In a fit of frustration, he turned on Josh.
"What the fuck's so funny?"
"My man trying to force his big dong in the little breechcloth, that's what's so funny."
Trent pulled his cock from the edge of the breechcloth and shook it at Josh. "You should come help me then."
"Nah, I don't think it would be good on our wedding day," Josh chuckled.
"Oh yeah, it'd be good. Damn good. Cause my dick isn't going in here unless it gets some relief."
Josh walked closer and wrapped his fingers around Trent's hard cock and started stroking him slowly. "What if I just get you all hard and hot and leave you like that? How would that be?"
Trent growled at Josh. "Is that the way you want this day to go?"
Josh chuckled. "Ah, maybe not. What if we try this?" Josh knelt, then leaned in and sucked the head of Trent's cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the rim of his cockhead, tasting the faint tinge of precum.
Trent wrapped his fingers around Josh's head and pinning him tight as he slowly pushed his cock in and out. Josh closed his eyes and focused on the wonderful sensation of Trent inside him. The thick juice that Trent exuded was always delicious, and today it seemed particularly sweet to Josh. He lifted his hands and grabbed Trent's ass, the feel of beadwork under his fingers reminding him of the special nature of this day.
Josh slipped a hand under Trent's breechcloth and trailed a finger up and down his crack. He sank it deeper with each thrust of Trent's pelvis into his mouth. A few moments later he had found his goal and twitched his finger across Trent's pucker. Trent's fingers tightened around Josh's skull and the pounding came hard and fast.
Josh fought to relax, knowing it wouldn't be long. But the blast of cream Josh expected didn't happen quickly enough and Josh had to breathe.
"Fuck. Give me a sec," Josh panted.
Trent grabbed his hard cock and jerked it furiously. A few heartbeats later his beat off rhythm became erratic in a signal that Josh knew oh so well. He leaned forward, his mouth open to signal his willingness. Trent grunted as he released the first volley which left a broad white stripe across the bridge of Josh's nose. The second caught the edge of his mouth and his tongue darted out to lick it clear.
Josh pressed his mouth against the tip of Trent's dick and was fed stream after stream of hot seed. The volume was enough that a thin stream trickled from the corner of his mouth. Josh stroked Trent's leg as the trembling lessened until he stood steady and his breathing was only slightly faster then normal.
Trent leaned down and ran his tongue over Josh's face, licked through a strand of cum and then kissed Josh and shared. Time held still as the blatantly masculine exchange became one of love. The pair was oblivious to the changing numbers on Josh's watch, until a pounding sounded at their door.
"Hey!" yelled Mitch, "You two gonna join us?"
Josh glanced at the clock. "Shit. Sorry, Mitch, we'll be there in a sec."
Josh could hear Mitch stomp away. He turned to Trent with a grin. "Hey you need to tuck it in, we're on stage in about 5 minutes."
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Trent tried to focus on the ceremony, but after everything that he and Josh had already been through, they'd already seen worse. He checked himself quickly though, better not to call trouble. Besides, he couldn't wait until the stealing part. He and Josh had practiced it some, he didn't want to drop Josh when he grabbed him at a gallop.
His attention snapped back when he heard his name. "Trent, do you have the ring?" He realized they were to the ring exchange. He and Josh had the rings they'd given each other months before, but for this ceremony they were going to do it again. He easily slipped the highly polished ring he'd gotten Josh over his finger, started to lean in for a kiss, but remembered where they were at the last moment. He rocked back on his heels, working to maintain himself as he watched Josh fumble through the one pocket they'd put inside the vest so they could at least carry a few small things.
Josh's hand shook like an aspen leaf in a summer thunderstorm. Trent worried Josh might drop the ring his hand shook so hard. He glanced up at Josh's face, only to find silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Josh smiled feebly then Trent could see him grit his teeth in a herculean effort to put the small round shape on Trent's finger. Trent let him try, almost laughing out loud at the importance they were putting on this symbol, when they'd already lived through most of what kills marriages.
But then Trent looked at the ring he'd been wearing for months and remembered. He flashed back to that day. How bad he wanted to lose it on Josh for trying to use his dog to move goats. But then they'd spotted the ring tightly wedged around the young goats horn. He shook his head at the shear improbability of finding that ring after losing it in the same tornado that had almost killed Josh.
Suddenly the importance of the moment hit him with more force than the North Canadian during spring flood. His eyes began to twitch and burn, he fought it tooth and nail. But then it happened, a tear rolled down Trent's cheek.
Josh let out a mini snort, and got a chuckle from Trent. But then Trent felt a firm hand on his as Josh slipped the out-of-round ring over his finger. The ring moved slightly and with an almost imperceptible motion, it settled into it's usual home. Trent caught Josh's hands and held them. He whispered to Josh. "Only for you..."
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Darrin watched the touching scene with the younger men. He was glad to see the effect on Trent. Josh had been confiding in him all week about his case of nerves, but Trent had been so nonchalant about it. It did Darrin good to see a few tears in the boy's eyes, all for good reasons. It meant his past was slowly being replace by his present life with Josh. He'd also gotten some odd questions from Dana about the boys, he needed to get them cornered and find out what they were cooking up.
Nanna cleared her throat and nodded at Darrin. "The ring please."
Darrin nodded and slipped Mitch's ring over his finger. His finger didn't show a line of untanned skin. At first Mitch not wearing his ring had bothered Darrin, but he'd understood when Mitch had explained that when you are working around equipment, and they had plenty, a ring was a great way to lose a finger. After that discussion, he had been fine to see the ring resting on Mitch's dresser each day.
Mitch was equally confident in his motions and his ring did settle into its usually spot without any problems. The remainder of the ceremony seemed to finish in the blink of an eye. Their kisses were exchanged... and then it got interesting.
There was really no way to steal him and Josh. It wasn't like they could sneak up to the teepee at night, scratch against the tanned buffalo hide and roll from under it. So between Trent, Mitch and Nanna, they'd concocted this wild pickup for both he and Josh. They had practiced it a few time, but with the only saddle being a blanket, they ended up eating dust as often as not. Darrin sincerely hoped it worked for both of them this time.
They all moved to a large, flat field where the event unfolded. He'd been wearing the outfit for so long that he'd gotten used to it, but from some of the smiles from his friends who were attending, he'd be hearing comments about this day for a long time to come.
Nanna stopped at the edge of the field and gently patted them both. Darrin watched as she settled into a lawn chair to watch the spectacle with everyone else. He turned to Josh, surprised to see the flush of excitement on his cheeks. "You ready for this?"
Josh nodded and ran his hands over his clothes. "Yup, I'm pretty pumped. I think it'll be fun."
Darrin smiled and moved to the opposite side of the field shaking his head. Fun wasn't exactly the term Darrin would have used to describe this, but it hadn't seemed as half-witted months ago when it had all been proposed. Now it was his turn to be nervous, his palms kept sweating as he thought more and more about what could go wrong, then he heard a yell that would terrify their meanest bull, picked up by most of the guest until it drown out everything else.
Suddenly Trent and Mitch burst from the ridge above them and raced toward him and Josh, urging their horses on.
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Trent spotted both men, standing in the ankle high buffalo grass, their breechcloth's swaying in the slight breeze. Trent focused on Josh and urged Whitey down the slope toward his husband. 30 feet. As he raced toward Josh, everything slowed until it seemed like one of those documentaries where you was watched the individual wings of the bumblebee move through the air.
He caught the look on Josh's face, nothing but confidence. 20 feet. The bits of dirt and grass flew from racing hooves, spraying an arc as the horse slid into a turn. 5 feet. Josh was poised, arm outreached with a grin on his face. Mitch leaned to the inside of the turn, his arm extended. At the same instance hands grasp forearms and locked.
Using the momentum of the horse, he slung Josh through the air and he landed with a pop. Josh tucked himself against Trent, clamped his legs around the horse and his arms around Trent. Once he felt them fuse together, they leaned forward and raced toward the creek like the hounds of hell were on their heels.
The wild race lasted only long enough to get them out of sight, and he sat up and Whitey slowed accordingly. At a gently lope, they could catch their breath. "Hot damn!"
Trent turned his head and chuckled. "What was that for?"
"It worked. The crazy ass thing actually worked. Darrin got on too. So everyone is good."
"You saw 'em?"
"Yup, just as we topped the ridge. They were headed to Anniversary Hill."
"How do you know?"
Josh laughed at his husband. "Because Darrin is awful at keeping secrets. Although there wasn't really much for him to spill. We all knew that's where they'd spend their honeymoon."
Trent motioned to the bend in the creek where they had spent so many enjoyable times. "Kind of like us?"
Josh snorted and then cracked up at his own noises. "Yeah, exactly like us."
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Mitch jumped off the horse and turned to watch Darrin carefully swing his leg over his neck and then jumped to the ground. He let out a low groan that set Mitch into a fit of laughter.
Darrin scowled at him. "What's so freakin' funny?"
"You."
Darrin crossed his arms and raked Mitch with an even harsher glare, which then evaporated into a grin. "I'm too old to be yanked onto a running horse."
"Too fat too. About wrenched my arm outta its socket."
"Fat? You surely are not stupid enough to say my ass is fat on tonight of all nights."
Mitch's smile deepened and the laughter rose in volume. "It's good to know you haven't gotten any less easy to tease over the years." He wrapped his arms around Darrin and pulled him tight to his body. "I love you, babe."
Darrin smiled and shook his head. Leaning closer he kissed Mitch. "Love you, too."
Mitch returned the kiss and then looked at the camp that he'd planned. Friends of theirs had helped with everything. With Emma in charge of the details he had no concerns. But Mitch scanned the area for one specific item, the cooler. Finally finding it, he strode over, lifted the lid, and then closed it again with a satisfied nod. He turned to Darrin.
"There's short and T-shirts in the tent so you can change. Put the wedding stuff in the plastic box so it'll stay clean."
"Why? Usually you don't care about stuff like that."
Mitch's eyebrows lifted. "I overheard someone speculating about how much they'd cost to have made."
"And?"
"It was over five-thousand dollars."
Darrin's mouth fell open. "What?"
"That's what he said. Ten-grand. I want to put them all in display frames. Trent has been threatened too."
Darrin's lips form a silent oh as he looked down at the intricately beaded pieces of clothing. Suddenly conscious that he was wearing expensive artwork, he started to take it off where he stood.
Mitch began to chuckle. "Go ahead. If they're peeping in on us, they deserve to see naked hairy asses."
Darrin paused for a moment, then shrugged and carefully undressed. He folded the individual pieces and laid them carefully in the box Mitch had brought. He considered staying naked, but then pulled on the shorts and tees that Mitch had brought. Just in case someone decided to check on them. Once he'd wiggled into the shirt, he found Mitch standing with a box of matches.
"Go ahead and start the fire. I'll be out in just a few minutes."
Darrin found the wood ready, just waiting for a match. With the scratch of it against the box, the match exploded into flame and he carefully laid it on the puff of starter. Within a few seconds, a compact flame licked at the smallest twig. Darrin carefully nursed the fire as he waited. He jumped and let out a squeak when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Darrin spun, to find Mitch doubled over laughing.
"Damn, that's one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time." Mitch was still chuckling when he pulled up two of the campstools and sat down on one. Darrin fed the fire slowly, building a nice flame. He worked on it until he was giving it pieces as large as two fingers and then sat beside Mitch.
"OK, I have a fire going. Now what? I'm hoping you have some food in there. 'Cause I'm starved."
Mitch's eyes twinkled. "Go check."
Darrin shot him a questioning look, but then walked over and popped the lid. He stood there for a few moments and looked like he was on the verge of tears. He began moving his mouth, but no sounds emerged. Finally Mitch walked over with a smile and started pulling out food that had special meaning to them. The first one was something no one else would understand, a package of thick sliced baloney.
Mitch pulled out the pans and other cooking stuff, and soon had baloney frying in the skillet. Darrin sat still, amazed his husband remember those special baloney sandwiches they shared so many years ago in the Texas Hill country.
"You. How. You rem-"
"There's elk steak too. Just about everything we've had at important points in our lives together.
Darrin stood speechless as his wonderful husband cooked him a meal of memories.
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Josh pulled the food from their cooler and lay out a delicious meal. He shook his head as he sprinkled a little salt and pepper over the ribeye steaks Trent had packed. As he worked on the accompaniments for the meal, he saw Trent shake his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about what Mitch packed for them."
"Why?"
"It was such weird shit. Like baloney and okra."
Josh shrugged. "Who knows? They eat strange crap sometimes."
Trent nodded in agreement.
They worked together and soon had dinner fixed. They sat quietly on a blanket and enjoyed each other's company. The sun lowered itself enough that their tiny valley was in shadow, while the hilltops surround them were frosted crimson and umber. A light breeze blew across the water and drew the flames into a dance. The pair had stripped out of their regalia too, but had op'd to wear only the gym shorts Trent had packed.
Josh grinned at Trent. "Lets go swimming."
Without a backward glance, Trent dropped his shorts and began walking into the creek. He sat on the sandy bottom and waved Josh to join him. "Come on, get your ass in here. This is the best idea you've had all day."
Josh waded into the creek and sat down between Trent's legs. The cool water slowly swirled around them as they enjoyed the palette of the setting sun. Josh leaned in and kissed Trent on the chin. "How do you like being married?"
He let out a barking laugh. "About the same as I did in Alaska. None of them are legal. I mean, I appreciate all the work everyone put into it. But..." Trent shrugged.
"Hopefully, soon."
"How about we just make out instead of thinking about that crap."
"Sounds like a fantsti-"
Trent cut him off with a hard kiss to the lips. His hands clasped around Josh's neck as he dragged him closer. His kisses turn down Josh's chin, planting soft kisses along its entire length. He ran his tongue along the edge of Josh's ear. Josh sighed as the soft beginnings of pleasure travels through his body. He reached out and caressed Trent's chest, finding his nipples and flicking them gently with his thumbs. Josh's breathing became ragged, when Trent stopped.
"Come on. Let's get on dry land." Trent held out his hand and Josh took it in his. The pair moved to the blanket and lowered themselves to it. Josh ran his hand over Trent's flat stomach, wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed it.
"Damn, you are so hard. You just came a couple of hours ago."
"What can I say, rapid recharge."
Josh chuckled and ran his tongue along the underside of Trent's cock. He dropped his hand lower, wrapping it around Trent's balls and tugging on them while he trapped the head of his cock in his mouth and traced the tip of his tongue along the underside.
His focus shattered when Trent sucked his nuts into his mouth and began running his tongue over them. The heat and pressure were too much. He could feel his cum rising.
"Fuck! Ah, shit."
Josh tensed, the first stream spraying from his deep red cock. Josh cried out with each ripple of his muscles. Trent licked along its length and Josh shuddered.
"Damn! Sorry, it happened so quick."
Trent kissed him tenderly, and then flicked his hard nipple. "Nothing to be sorry about."
Josh shook again at the sensations. Then he grabbed Trent and started stroking his rock hard cock. "Fuck me. Now."
Trent cocked an eyebrow. "Don't you want to wait a few minutes?"
"No. Now."
Trent grinned and retrieved a small bottle of lube. Josh felt the breeze of dusk quickly followed by the wet slickness of the lube Trent pushed inside. He pulled his knees higher, opening himself as Trent slowly fingered him. The normal deadening of desire gone, he felt each stroke of Trent's finger in exquisite detail. Josh was shocked that with the last drop of white cum dripping from his cock, it was beginning to plump again.
The friction sparked along Josh's nerves as Trent eased him open for what he knew would be a wild and fast ride. He smiled at the sight of Trent's cock, throwing off strands of precum. The sensations traveled through him until he reached the point where his only sounds were light mewing noises coming from between his lips.
Trent moved between his legs, put his hands on the back of Josh's knees and pushed forward. Josh sucked in air when Trent's hard cock pressed against his hole and then pierced it without a pause. A lancet of pain shot through Josh and he tensed, but Trent pushed his hard member deeper. Josh felt the stretch as Trent's thickness descended inside him, and then the fire hit Josh's system as Trent slid along his prostate.
Josh let out a guttural moan and dug his bare heels into Trent's hips. Josh's mouth hung open as Trent ground deep inside him. Josh focused on Trent as he began sliding out until just the ridge remained inside Josh then suddenly plunged deep inside.
"Ah, shit!"
Trent grabbed his waist, ramming deep with each snap of his hips. Josh rode the elation of Trent's lovemaking. He took his lips between his teeth, his thrusts erratic. Josh dug his heels in harder in response, urging Trent on. He reached up and started playing with his nipples, adding to the flood of pleasure surging through his body. Josh arched his body upward, moving with Trent, wanting more.
Trent slammed Josh hard, sliding him across the blanket, and exploded. Josh sensed the warmth filling him, grabbed his hard cock and started jerking it. He wrapped both hand around his now stiff cock and pounded it while Trent emptied the last of his seed into Josh. As he came down from his orgasm, he began caressing Josh.
"Come on, babe. Shoot for me."
Josh felt a familiar churning, his muscles contracting in delicious symphony. His ass clamped around Trent's cock, loving the sensation of its semi-stiff girth inside him. With a final surge, he shot.
Josh felt the final ecstasy followed almost immediately by a thick stream of jizz curled across his chest. As he milked his second orgasm of the night, his cock belched out globs of cum. With a final straining groan, the finale dripped to his crotch. Josh dropped back, panting hard. Trent lifted his hand, and gently ran his tongue over it, loading his tongue with semen. He leaned down, kissing Josh and slipping a little of his cum between their mouths. Josh moaned at the intimate action, and his body was surrounded with the scents of their lovemaking. After several delicious minutes, Trent broke the kiss and looked down at Josh.
"I think we're going to need another swim."
Josh chuckled contentedly, running his hands over his slick chest, enjoying the sensation of cum leaking from him. "You think?"
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Mitch lay back, looking at the stars above them in the perfect black night, the cool breeze running over his chest, his arm around Darrin. "Perfect night."
Darrin tilted his head and kissed Mitch's forearm. "It is. 'Course this hill is the best place to look at it from too."
"Agreed."
"I'd never want to live in town. We couldn't do this."
Mitch glanced down at their naked bodies lying across the air mattresses and blankets they'd brought to sleep on. The fire a few feet away giving off a soft pop from time to time. In the distance the faint sounds of one coyote calling. It was an idyllic setting. With an ornery grin he turned to Darrin.
"Would you miss the naked nights on anniversary hill, or the scenery?"
Darrin kissed Mitch and then ran his hand down his chest. "Your naked body is part of the scenery."
Mitch rolled toward Darrin until he lay across his chest. He lowered his head and ran his tongue around Darrin's nipple. Mitch teased it for several moments before lifting his head and blowing across it gently.
"Umm, feels good," Darrin said.
"Good. Then just relax." Mitch turned slightly and ran his tongue between Darrin's pecs. Reaching his throat, he kissed it gently, moving upward until his last kiss landed on Darrin's chin. With a grin, he planted a kiss on Darrin's nose.
"So what did you think. About today?"
Darrin looked into Mitch's dark sparkling eyes, marveling at the fight it has been to hold them together. But amazed at the fact they were still here, still together, after so many years.
"I think I'm glad you didn't drop me."
Mitch started laughing again and kissed Darrin on the forehead. "Well relax, and let's see if I can't make you remember why you love me."
Darrin grabbed Mitch's face. "Never doubt that I love you...never."
Mitch grinned and slid his hand over Darrin's stomach. "I don't, babe. But it's still good to hear." Mitch gave a childish grin and wiggled lower, taking a swipe at Darrin's nipple as he did. Soon his tongue circled Darrin's navel, fingers lightly playing with his nipples. Darrin tensed as Mitch moved lower, then forcefully expelled the breath he held when Mitch's hot tongue slithered across the underside of his cock.
Mitch swiped his tongue over the swollen head a few times, enjoying Darrin's response. His fingers drifted through his thick bush, wrapping his fingers around it and tugging lightly. His hand shifted lower and he watched for Darrin's response as he took his balls in his fingers and tugged on them gently.
"Ah, shit. That feels nice."
Mitch let his fingers glide downward, searching. He scooted lower, his face between Darrin's legs, and pushed them upward. Prying Darrin's butt cheeks apart, he ran his finger over his twitching hole. Mitch blew lightly over it, watching it convulse under the attention. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the pink opening.
Darrin groaned and grabbed his legs, pulling them higher and exposing himself to Mitch. Mitch spread his ass and lapped over his hole again. After several minutes of working over it, Mitch leaned back and looked at his husband. Darrin's eyes were closed and a fine sheen of sweat covered him, his breath came in shallow gasps. Mitch gently pried Darrin's hands from his knees and lowered them to the ground. He crawled back up Darrin until they were face to face.
"How was that?"
"Fucking fantastic!"
"I think it's my turn, whatda you think?"
"Bring it, babe."
Mitch crawled higher until he could spread his butt over Darrin's face. The sweet feel of Darrin's tongue over his hole created delicious electricity for Mitch.
Darrin looked up at Mitch's fantastic hairy ass. The whirl of dark hair over each ass cheek remained one of the sexiest things Darrin had ever seen. As Mitch's ass descended, Darrin was assailed by the wonderful musky scent he so easily identified as Mitch. Darrin lifted his face and buried it between Mitch's cheeks and began feasting on prime man.
His tongue danced along its edge, coating hair and butt with thick trails of spit. Mitch slid himself back and forth while Darrin darted his tongue in again and again as he sampled the feast of Mitch. Grabbing his thighs, Darrin pierced Mitch's hole with his tongue, pressing in his flesh spear. With that, Darrin lost himself in the pleasures presented to him. His actions filled the air around them with soft animal sounds as Darrin pressed himself hard into Mitch's crack and licked and ate it.
Mitch showed his appreciation with his sighs and exclamations. His need built with each pass of Darrin's tongue. The sparks of lust were turning his body into a brush fire of desire. His cock was steel hard and dripping, precum slung from it with each twitch of Mitch's body. He needed it, he needed Darrin inside him.
"Damnit. I need fucked!"
Darrin grabbed his cock and waved it at Mitch. "Climb on board!"
Mitch grabbed at the bottle of lube he'd dropped nearby and smeared it over his hungry ass. He dipped a couple of fingers inside himself and moaned. Crouched over Darrin's cock he aimed it, then lowering himself down its length. The entry was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain, driving Mitch crazy with the building lust. He pressed down relentlessly until Darrin's pubes were tickling his ass cheeks.
"Ah fuck..."
Darrin had his hands over Mitch's thighs, enjoying the texture slide under his palms. Mitch rocked slowly, his mouth draped open. Darrin loved the hot sensation as it curled around his cock. His focus sharpened even further when Mitch began to fuck himself with mini-thrusts. The motion became longer and longer until he was pulling almost out, Darrin's cock head on the edge then dropping back onto it. The slack-jawed expression on Mitch's face loud testament to how intense the feelings were.
"Having fun, babe?" said Darrin.
Mitch smashed himself against Darrin's crotch, sending amazing jolts of pleasure through his body. "Damn straight I'm having fun. But this'll be more fun." Mitch began bouncing up and down on Darrin's cock, riding it like an obscene pogo stick. The waves of pleasure built for Darrin, each bounce scrapping along Mitch's tight ass. He slammed himself down on Darrin and began grinding his ass in a circle.
"Ah, fuck. That feels amazing."
Mitch let out a groan as his eyes fluttered. "You should feel it from here."
Darrin felt his cock sweep through Mitch's gut. The steamy man he was buried in was driving him to the edge. He fought it down, wanting this to last, this delicious taste of masculine sex. But Mitch knew his buttons too well. As he balanced on the precipice, Mitch grabbed his nipples and twisted them.
"Holy shit!"
Darrin grabbed Mitch's thighs and began pounding into him. He rabbit fucked upward as the wave raced through his system. As the ecstasy hit, his mind clouded with delicious climax and his body pulsed as it shot into Mitch. The ripples of hedonism rolled over him as he distantly felt his body convulse again and again. As the last pulse flowed from inside him, he distantly became aware of Mitch rubbing his nipples. The sensation built until his entire body was too sensitive to touch.
"Oh, stop. Please. Ah, fuckin' hell."
Mitch grinned at his spent husband as he slowly stroked his dripping cock. His body was still a live wire, the sex having inflamed each bit of his system. He was handling his cock like loaded dynamite, which it certainly was loaded.
"How you feeling?"
Darrin ran his hand up Mitch's thigh. "Wonderful. Really, really mellow."
Mitch let out a snort, unable to stop touching himself. "I always figured you were one of those pot smoking college professors."
Darrin looked at him confused, then smiled. "No, dude. No pot in my office."
"Darrin."
Darrin ran his hands over Mitch's body, enjoying the after sex euphoria. "Yeah, babe."
"I'm so close."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Go for it, babe. Shoot."
Mitch's hand flew along his shaft as he stared. His face scrunched as he added a second hand and ground his ass against Darrin. A few seconds later his head dropped to the side and a stream of cum shot out. In rapid-fire succession more ribbons of cum bisected his chest. With a final groan from his lips, Mitch stripped the last cum from his dick then collapsed.
He lay panting for a few minutes while Darrin gently caressed his body. Then Mitch looked up with a smirk. "You're all icky. I think you got cum on you."
"And whose fault is that?" Darrin chuckled at Mitch's expression.
"Not me! Nope. Couldn't be me."
"I don't suppose you thought to pack something to wash up with."
Mitch cast a glance around the tent and then looked back at Darrin with a smirk on his face. "How do you feel about ice water?"
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Darrin knocked Mitch's feet off the coffee table then handed him a beer. He joined him on the couch and took a drink from the bottle in his hand. "So, you've done what?"
Josh looked at Trent for moral support and then turned back to Darrin. He forced a smile on his face and continued. "Yup, your sister volunteered to be the egg donor, and hatch 'em"
"Hatch them?"
Josh flushed red. "Well, you know. She's going to be our surrogate mom."
"Ah huh, and just what made you think this was a good idea?"
Josh stammered for a minute then turned back to Trent. An unspoken assent passed between them and Trent took over the narrative. "Well, because she's your sister."
Darrin glanced at Mitch, who shrugged. "Yeah, go on."
Trent looked back at Josh as the silence stretched between the two couples. Finally Mitch thundered. "Oh, for God's sake. Just spit it out!"
"Well it's kinda like you're our parents..." Trent began.
"Which in some ways make you and Josh's relationship kinda twisted," said Mitch with a smirk.
Trent lifted an eyebrow at Mitch. "Yeah, well this should twist your jockstrap then. Josh and I think of you as our dads, so we wanted eggs from Dana so the kids would be your grandkids."
"What the fuck!"
"Shit!"
"You can't be-"
"What the hell do you mean--grandpa.'
Trent and Josh both started laughing. Finally they caught their breath as the older couple shot them incredulous looks. "Don't sweat it. It'll probably take a couple of years before there are any babies around here."
Darrin looked at Mitch with a look of disbelief on his face. "Grandchildren?"
Mitch chuckled. "Looks like our boys are having twins, Pops."
~~The End~~
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