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"Not what I thought escape meant" Chapter 101
Thanksgiving morning started very early. Max was up at four a.m. preparing the food for the feast. Carl tried to help but fell asleep sitting on a stool in the kitchen with his arms and head on the counter. With very little argument, Max was able to get Carl to lay on the couch in the sitting area of the breakfast room and go back to sleep. Max didn't mind because it allowed him to take short breaks from cooking and walk over and quietly watch his naked lover sleep. "What are you doing ?" Carl asked trying not to laugh. Without Max realizing Carl was waking, he was on his knees beside the couch watching Carl sleep. "And what re you doing ?" Carl asked.
"Just saying a prayer of thanks." Max said. "Oh so you are saying a thank you for this ?" Carl said as he reached down and flipped his flaccid cock from one side to the other. "Among other things." Max said as he placed his arm along Carl's torso with his elbow just below the navel and his fingers playing with the hair between Carl's pecs. "I am thankful for the full package. Inside and out." Max said. Carl reached down and pulled Max up towards his chest for a good morning kiss. "It won't take much coaxing to get little gator ready for some inside activity." Carl whispered. "Later gator. We have some hungry mouths to feed." Max laughed. "What if I fire them all today and hire them back tomorrow ?" Carl said as he moved up and kissed Max on the neck. "With all this food I have cooked I will still have to feed them." Max said. "Well damn. I guess their jobs are safe then." Carl said laughing.
"Alright, you are not listening to me. Let's go over this one more time. The plate goes on the table centered to the chair. Measure it to one inch from the edge. Lay your ruler along the bottom of the plate. Start an inch out from the plates rim on each side. On the left you place the first fork with the bottom touching the ruler and then to the left of it the folded napkin. To the right you go out one inch and place the knife with the blade facing the plate, and then the spoon with both touching the ruler. Now take your ruler and place it above the plate. Place the second fork one inch from the plate with the tongs facing to your left, then above that place the spoon. Make sure they align with the center of the plate and the butts of the utensils are even." B said flipping his hands back and forth. The three farm hands that were there to help stood and looked at B. "But it's all plastic." One farm hand said. "Plastic does not mean you can not do it correctly. What do you want ? A solo cup at the end of the table with forks knives and spoons shoved in it." B growled. "Sounds normal to me." One hand said. "Well as you may have already deduced there is nothing normal about me." B said. "We get that." One whispered. "I heard that. Now do it right. I will be checking. If you want to eat on the hood of a truck and not enjoy our company in here then take your plate and utensils. If you plan to eat in here then get it right." B said before turning towards the dessert table and shouting his disapproval as he moved across the room. The ranch hands stood with their ruler looking at the table and scratching their heads.
Carl was up and helping line pans of food up on the kitchen counter as Max pulled them from the oven or the refrigerator and marked them off his list. Max had already taken his shower and put on a pair of running shorts and a t shirt. Carl was still naked when he headed to the back door to see who was knocking. Mary has sent her two boys over to load up and carry some of the food for Max. "Carl, you should have at least put on some shorts." Max said. "That's alright Uncle Max. We have gotten use to seeing Uncle Carl naked since you got here." One teenager laughed. "Oh great, I am a bad influence on your Uncle." Max said. "No Uncle Max, a happy influence." The other teen said.
"It has made it funny at our house though." the first one said. "What ?, You guys laughing at this perfect body ?" Carl said striking a couple of body builder poses. "No, with the twins." The other laughed. "The twins?" Max asked. "We got home from school the other day and Mom was in the living room. She had been chasing Shane around the house. He had stripped and was running from her. "Your Uncles may run a nude ranch over there but at my house little boys keep their tally whacker covered." she would shout before she took off after him again. That just about happens daily." The teen said laughing. "I guess I need to talk to them." Max said. "Leave it to sis. She survived these two doing the same thing. Many times I walked in the door just to catch a naked little boy running for me to grab him before his Mom could get him." Carl laughed.
Everyone began to arrive and the rooms fill with the smell of all the food cooked. "What's up with that look ?" Carl asked as he approached B. B stood at the corner of the room with his hands on his hips. "I swear it's like working with a bunch of ranch hands and cowboys." B said. "Um B, That's what they are." Carl said. "Yeah and they are all sexy as hell aren't they ?" B said and laughed. "What are you two talking about ?" Max asked as he walked up. "Seems like B has been giving the guys hell." Carl said. "I have and enjoyed every minute of it. Just don't tell them that though." B said laughing.
Attentions turned as two little boys came through the door with their heads hung and shuffling their feet. "What's up with you two rug rats ?" Carl asked. Both boys stood in front of their Uncle with their heads hung. "They both got spankings this morning." Ty said as he passed by with a large pan of some type food. "What did you two do ?" Carl asked. "We pwayed in Dad's food he was making and then ran." Shawn said. "So I guess you deserved a spanking then." Carl said smiling. "Pease don't pank us again Unca Carl." Shane said. "Your Dad has already spanked you. As long as you two behave you don't have to worry about me spanking you but if you act up I will. Understand ?" Carl said. "Yes sir." They both mumbled. "Alright now go play while we get ready for lunch but stay out of the way of the grown ups." Carl said.
Carl joined a group near the kitchen. "What was that all about ?" Max asked. "They got spankings this morning. That reminds me. What are you doing spanking my little boys Ty ?" Carl said laughing. "I got Shane. You need to talk to Brian about Shawn." Ty laughed. "They are lucky that's all they got. They were off the hook this morning." Brian said. "Growing pains." Max said laughing. "Well they need to hurry up and grow out of this one." Ty said.
Everyone had arrived including Mrs. Turner and her children. The food was laid out buffet style so that everyone could choose what they wanted. Carl and Max watched as everyone found a place at the table they were comfortable with. "You look happy." Carl whispered. "Look around you. I have so much to be thankful for, I have no reason not to be happy." Max said. Once everyone was seated Max and Carl stood in the center of the "U" shaped table set up. "I would like to start this off by blessing the food. I promise to keep it all quick because I can hear stomachs growling already." Max said. "I would be honored if Durk would bless our meal." Carl said. The room fell silent as Durk blessed the food, the families, the day and the ranch.
"I know that it's tradition at a lot of tables to go around the table and ask what you are thankful for. This is a mighty big table and I don't know that my squash casserole will stay warm through all of that but I do hope that someone has something they want to say before we eat." Max said. It was quiet for only a few seconds before Austin's taller lover stood. "I want to say I am thankful for this family and this ranch. I look around the table. I know some of the stories and some are a mystery. If you had told me that a bunch of misfits and broken people could come together and be this family I would have laughed at you, but I am thankful today that you two were able to do it. And oh yeah. I learned today how to measure where a fork is suppose to be." He said before taking his seat. "I think that about covered all of us." The oldest ranch hand said. "Well I will make this short too. I am thankful for every person in this room. As for the misfits and broken part I learned a lesson a long time ago. Everyone is broken but that's what allows the light in, and in turn let your own light to shine." Max said. "Let's eat." Carl said.
Max sat quietly and watched the chatter and laughter around the table as everyone had prepared their plates and began to eat. "Babe you need to eat." Carl whispered. "I will. I just wanted to enjoy this right now." Max said. "Enjoy what ?" Carl said. "Look around you Uncle Carl. This room is proof of one of God's small miracles." Landon said. "I guess you are right." Carl said as he put his fork down for a moment and looked around the table. Carl smiled as the ladies took turns passing Mackenzie back and forth as Artie tried his best to keep up with her. "Yeah we are a broken mess, but the best broken mess." Carl whispered.
The room had cheered up after the dessert table was raided. People sitting back rubbing their now full bellies, laughing and talking quietly. "Before we go our separate ways I was told that you all have decided to have a secret Santa Christmas. Everyone put their names in a bowl when they came in and we are going to pass the bowl around and let you draw a name for the Christmas dinner." Carl said. Max laughed as Carl made a grunting noise to get up and get the bowl. As he sat back down. "What was that grunt all about ?" Max asked. "Too much peach cobbler." Carl said. "So you have had enough peach for the day then?" Max laughed. "Not even close. A nap in a little while to let this peach settle and it's time for some fresh peach." Carl said. "Peach season is over babe." Max said. "Not at my house. I can get fresh peaches every day." Carl said before sitting back and sucking air through his teeth and winking.
"If I can have everyone's attention for a minute." The oldest ranch hand said as he stood. "First off I speak for us all when we say thank you to everyone that prepared the best food I ever ate. Second I want to thank our bosses here for facilitating this. Next I want to address the riding project. Can you tell us where that stands ?" He asked. "Thanks to Mrs. Turner we have all the permits. The architect is coming from Atlanta next week with the final plans so that Daryl can start building. Our next step is naming it so we can apply for the non profit status." Max said. "Well we have all talked. We have come up with a name that we think will please everyone." The older man said. "We had said before that it was up to you guys to come up with a name. What do you have ?" Carl asked. The older man got up and walked around the table and took the sleeping infant from Artie. "This little thing here is truly a sign of hope. Who would a thunk ten years ago that a gay couple could adopt a child. She is a sign of hope for this ranch and so named hope. We all decided to honor her. We came up with Harnesses of Hope." The older man said.
By this point Artie had a tear rolling down one cheek just to think that his new family would want to honor his daughter. "We have a little addition to the name that we hope you will be happy with." Austin stood and said. "We found out that your grandmother's name was Hannah. With the bosses permission we would like to name it the Triple H. Hannah's Harnesses of Hope at the Rexlan Ranch." Austin said. For only the second time in his life that he remembered the older man felt a tear escape his left eye and roll down his cheek. About that time Mckenzie Hope began to stretch and wake up. Her first act was to look up at the ranch hand and smile and coo. "That settles it. If she likes it so do we. Hannah's Harnesses of Hope it is." Carl said. "I told you all that babies make the decisions on this ranch. This is her first official one." Max said laughing. The room stood and cheered as the older man held the infant tight.
The clearing and cleaning after the meal seemed almost effortless. Everyone worked together to make quick work of the clean up. Carl claimed head of Ranch Rexlan as an excuse to sit and hold Mckenzie and play with her while everyone cleaned up. "Who died and made him straw boss ?" B said laughing. "I heard that ?" Carl said laughing. "You were meant too." B said pointing his finger at Carl. "Why should I do it ? You seem to be full of instructions today. I haven't seen you pick up a plate." Carl said and stuck his tongue out at B before turning his attention back to the cooing baby. "He is too much." B said as he looked at Max. "Oh he is harmless." Max laughed. "I was talking about other things." B said and wiggled his eye brows. "Oh that. Not too much. Just enough." Max said and smiled. "Oh my." B said and began to fan himself. "Having heat flashes over there old man ?" Carl laughed. "If you weren't so darn cute and also holding a baby." B said still fanning himself.
Artie arrived home before Mitch. Mitch stayed to help move the tables and chairs once the food was cleared. Mckenzie had been fed, changed and was asleep. Artie took a quick shower and prepared himself for what he hoped to be a Happy Thanksgiving afternoon before Mitch arrived home. After showering Artie stood naked with his towel over his shoulder looking into the crib watching his daughter sleep.
Mitch stood in the door of the nursery watching as Artie stared into the crib. Walking up behind Artie he slipped his arm around his naked waist and pulled him back a little to his chest. "You scared me. I didn't hear you come in." Artie whispered after a quick gasp. "Mmmmmm." Mitch moaned before burying his nose in Artie's neck. "What was that for?" Artie chuckled. "Life is good babe. I walk to the door and see the two loves of my life. One standing naked with a towel over his shoulder, squeaky clean and the other clean, full and happily sleeping in her diaper." Mitch said. "Life is good isn't it ?" Artie said. "I never knew that something as small and noisy as this little girl could make our lives even more complete than I thought it was." Mitch said. "Am I dreaming ? Did the entire ranch stand up and say they want to name the equestrian project after our baby girl ? " Artie said turning in Mitch's arms to face him. "You heard them babe. It was a shock to me too." Mitch said. "They really accept our family don't they ?" Artie whispered. "Babe who wouldn't love you and Mckenzie ?" Mitch said. "You too mister. Now go shower. She should wake up soon for another bottle and then a LONG nap. I want you clean and ready for some nap time fun." Artie said. "Don't have to tell me twice." Mitch said as he squeezed both of Artie's naked ass cheeks.
The twins had begged to go to Ross and Landon's house after the lunch. Brian and Ty followed Ross and Landon to their house. The twins rode in the truck with Ross and Landon and were both sound asleep in the short drive from the ranch house to their destination. Flo and her boyfriend also stopped so they could see the house. Flo had only seen the house the night that they guys hosted a cookout. Spending many hours over the years in the house when it was across the road she was anxious to see it without people coming out of every corner. Ty just squeezed Brian's arm as they watched Ross and Landon remove a sleeping child out of each back door of the truck. "I wondered how long they would last." Ty said. "Shawn was about to fall asleep on the floor with the toy tractor he was playing with at the ranch house." Brian chuckled.
The twins were asleep in the bedroom they claimed as theirs at Uncle Ross and Uncle Landon's. The offerings of beer, tea or coffee were offered to the guests. Flo complimented Landon on every room of the house. "Honey I never thought this old shack could look this good. I can still remember that old dirty barn wood floor." Flo said. "We thought about refinishing them but there were just too many gaps." Ross said. "Well honey you made the right choice with these floors. They are beautiful. I need to borrow Landon to help me with my house." Flo said. "I don't think he would do too well with pink." Ross laughed. "Pink is just a color honey. I have a different shade picked out for every room of the house." Flo said smiling. "That's a lot of rooms Flo." Brian said. "Sure is darlin' and choosing a different shade for each room is making my wig itch." Flo said. "You said there are many shades." Brian said. "Yeah and there are many rooms. Hell there are six bedrooms." Flo said. "What are you going to do with all of those bedrooms ?" Ty asked. "Since I am going to semi retire when the ranch takes over the diner I thought about opening the best little whore house in Wyoming. I have the room." Flo said causing Brian to choke on, and spew the beer he was drinking. "I got my bouncer right here." Flo said squeezing the deputy on the ass.
"Alright you two. Which of those rooms up there is going to be the nursery ?" Flo asked. Ty snapped his head quickly to look at Ross and Landon. "I'm not pregnant." Landon said. "Honey I hope not but I watched you two with that baby today. When are you going to get one of your own ?" Flo asked. "Do tell." Brain said. "Nothing to tell. I will admit that we both saw a glimmer of hope when Mitch and Artie were able to adopt and I would really love at least four. " Ross said. "Four ?" Flo asked. "Don't worry Flo. After each one the number starts to drop. Quickly." Brian said. "Well you know that Uncle Max will help you lie he did them." Ty said. "You think he would ?" Landon asked. "I'll kick his Georgia ass all the way back home if he didn't." Flo said. "That won't be necessary. You know Uncle Carl and Uncle Max love both of you and will do whatever they can." Brian said. "I know they will but what about you ? " Ross said looking towards Brian. "What about me ? Sure I will help." Brian said. "That's not what I am asking. You were able to deal with them giving us this house and eventually this part of the business. Will you be alright with other children other than the twins being around ?" Ross asked. "Thank You, thank you so much. That expression let's me know that after all that has happened, after all we have been through, that one statement finally turned the light on in his head. I think he just saw how much his jealousy and insecurity affects this whole ranch." Ty said.
Mitch sat rocking a recently full, changed and sleeping baby. As he watched her sleep Artie came into the nursery. "Lay her in the crib babe." Artie said as he pulled the small blanket back. "In a while." Mitch said. "No Daddy. We have got to stop spoiling her. She needs to realize that sleep is in the bed and not in our arms." Artie said. "But she is still too new." Mitch said. "Alright Captain. We have a lifetime with her. Time to put her in the bed. It's time for her long nap." Artie said as he looked over his shoulder, smiling at Mitch as he squeezed one of his own ass cheeks. "Long nap huh ?" Mitch said as he stood from the rocking chair and headed for the crib.
Artie stood at the door and wiggled his finger towards Mitch to follow him. Artie stopped at the kitchen bar and reached across to get two wine glasses. As he was stretched across the bar Mitch came up behind him and lightly pressed his chest down onto the cold granite top. As he rubbed his open palms on Artie's back, Mitch slowly humped his growing cock inside the crack of his lover's ass. Mitch lifted Artie's right leg and place his knee flat on the counter with his leg out stretched along the counter.
Mitch stood back and looked down at his lover on full display. "If I had known this type dessert was at home I would have skipped the main meal." Mitch growled. "Captain you can have this dessert anytime you want it." Artie gripped the edge of the counter top as Mitch pulled his ass cheeks apart and began to blow warm puffs of air on his ass ring. Artie's moan was almost loud enough to wake the baby when Mitch pushed his stiffened tongue through the tight ring. Mitch attacked his lovers ass with his tongue as if he had been told to eat all he could because it would be his last.
Mitch reached under Artie and began to jack his hard cock. Mitch could feel Artie begin to rise to his tip toes and his cock became even stiffer in his fist. Laying his free arm across the small of Artie's back to hold him in place he pressed his tongue into his ass as he could. "Ffffffuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk Mmmiittttcccc....." Artie shouted as he sprayed his first load onto the cabinet and the floor. Mitch stood quickly while Artie's body still spasmed. Reaching quickly he grabbed the olive oil cruet and splashed some on his cock. Moving quickly he slid his cock balls deep inside of Artie as his orgasm still rocked his body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..... uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh.... " Artie moaned as his cock now forced more semen and precum out. "Daaammmmnnnnn you are so fucking good." Mitch growled as he leaned over to kiss the back of Artie's neck.
Mitch moved back and watched as his gleaming cock moved in and out of his lover. Just watching the slick cock appear and the disappear back into the hairy hole almost brought him over the edge. "God you are so good for me." Mitch whispered. "We are good for each other. Now fuck me." Artie babbled. No more invitation was needed for Mitch to put his hands on each side of Artie's hips, lean his chest over to rest on his back and plow into his ass as much as possible from that position. Mitch quickly lost himself in the pure ecstasy of holding his naked lover and pushing his hard cock as deep in him as humanly possible. Artie's moans brought him back to reality.
"Pulling his raging cock from Artie he quickly, but carefully moved Artie onto the countertop and onto his back. Climbing quickly onto the counter himself he moaned as loud as Artie as he slid his cock back deep inside. Mitch took a couple of deep cleansing breaths to stave off the edge so he could make it last. Leaning forward he lightly ran his tongue across Artie's swollen lips before moving in for the deepest passionate kiss he knew how to give. Both men were so focused on the kiss they did not realize that Mitch had began to quickly move his hips jabbing his cock in to the hilt each time. "Ffffffffuuuuuuuu..... uuuuuggggghhhhhh...." began to rumble from deep inside Mitch. Artie reached up behind Mitch's head and held it in place as he leaned up and trapped Mitch's tongue and began to give it a blow job. Mitch almost came unseamed as he shoved in as deep as he could one last time. His body rocked and hips moved from side to side as if trying to get even deeper as his seed began to erupt. The pleasure, emotion and pure erotic moment of his cock emptying into his lover as his tongue received a blow job almost made Mitch pass out. Reality struck as Artie lightly bit down on Mitch's tongue as his body released his second load. The ass ring restricting and releasing onto his erupting cock almost made Mitch loose his mind.
Mitch and Artie lay on the counter top almost falling asleep with Artie's legs and arms wrapped around Mitch and his semi hard cock still inside him. A small whimper came through the baby monitor. "I think we are being called." Mitch whispered. "Yeah I think she wants her Daddy to come get her." Artie whispered. "Well I think I just pleased one of my babies. Time to go please the other one." Mitch said leaning over to kiss Artie as he slowly pulled his shining cock from it's warm, wet resting place.
"Are you expecting someone ?" The farmer's wife asked, hearing a knock on the door. "Not me honey. If it's a hot young man then I am." B said. A couple of minutes later the farmer's wife came back into the living room area. "I guess it's for you. He is cute but he asked for Durk." She said. "Cute huh ? I may need to deal with this personally." B said standing and straightening his shirt. Opening the door with his most flirty smile, B quickly turned sour. "What the hell do you want ?" B spouted. "I am not hear to fight." He said. "I know damn well you aren't. If you are hear to upset Durk then you can carry your happy ass right back up the road or I will kick it up it." B said. The farmer's wife pushed herself in beside B. "You care to introduce me ?" She said. "This is Lance. Durks' youngest bastard of an offspring." B said. "Well don't stand on the porch young man. Come inside." She said. "I NEVER." B scolded. "You shut up and go sit down." She said. "Come on in young man. Your father is taking a nap. I will discuss it with him when he wakes." She said. "But I came from Texas." He said. "Well I am from Wyoming. Nice to meet you but I am still not waking your father up." She said.
" I am sure he has been taught to hate me." Lance said looking towards B. "Young man. Your father is a brilliant and well rounded man. If he hates you then it is on his own with no help from anyone else. " She said. "He was brilliant anyway." Lance huffed. "You wait right here. You and I need to have a glass of tea on the porch." She said. "I appreciate it but I am alright. I do not need tea." He said. "That was not a suggestion. You wait right here." She said. A couple of minutes later she appeared at the door with two glasses of ice tea. As she pushed the screen door open she turned to B. "And you young man, if you are not setting on the couch when I come back in you are next." She said. "But I.... " B started. "That was not a suggestion to you either." She said before walking off letting the screen door slam.