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The crushing silence and the post-midnight hour were enough to alert even the most casual of observers to the tension filling Darrin and Mitch's office. The pair had grown closer over the preceding year, closer than many brothers. But the pressure of Darrin's impending thesis defense and Matt's struggle to stay afloat in the contentious world of academia were beginning to unravel them.
The fact that Darrin's initial lust had transfigured into a full-blown infatuation did nothing to help the situation. The spring semester had flown by but now the deadly pressure of finals was adding fire to an already overloaded pressure cooker of emotion. The stress was so palpable in the room that it is almost suffocating. Suddenly the expectations, the piles of work, lack of sleep, and stress became too much for Mitch.
"Fuck it! Fuck 'em all! I don't need this shit!"
Darrin rubbed his eyes and looked over at his friend. Too tired to be the diplomat he spat out.
"Just do it Mitch. This is the last one. We're almost finished."
"Finished? Finished! You're damn right we're finished. Or I am. I'm outta here!"
"Mitch, don't be stupid"
Mitch turned to Darrin with a snarl, "That's right isn't it? I'm just not as smart as Mister PhD am I. "
"What? That's just-" Darrin paused and then continued, "You can't quit now Mitch. After these finals you are half way. Half way! Don't fuck it up because you're having a pissing fit!"
"Fuck you asshole! I thought my friend might be more supportive! Well FUCK YOU!"
Mitch grabbed his computer and papers, rammed them into his bag, and stomped out of the door. Darrin raced to the doorway. Seeing Mitch's rapidly receding figure he called out to his friend.
"Hey Mitch! Come back man. That's not it. Come on, I'll help you!"
Mitch paused at the doorway and turned to look at Darrin. Raising both hands he flipped him off and then walked through the door, slamming it behind him.
Darrin walked back into their office and slumped in the chair. For the first time since he was three and his Dad beat his ass for crying he felt moisture start to gather at the corners of his eyes. Shaking his head he ground his teeth together in determination. Fine, he thought, if Mitch is gone so fucking what. I've lost friends before. Actually I don't need friends and this is why! College is the most important thing for me. No one can take that away from me!
Darrin wiped his face and mentally denied that the moisture was a tear. It must be allergies he thought to himself. He turned back to his studies, which had suddenly became much more important.
The following morning found a blurry eyed, but very caffeinated, Darrin twitching in the chair as he waited to take his last final. Occasionally looking around to see if Mitch had showed up, he finally sighed and decided that Mitch must of truly left school last night. He had begun reading the first exam question when he heard the classroom door open again and the professor say, "Welcome to your final Mr. McMasters. Glad you could join us." Darrin glanced back fugitively and watched as Mitch slumped into a seat and began the final. He turned back to his own exam, smiled, and then began working through the grueling test.
In spite of Mitch's appearance at the final Darrin didn't see him again that day, or the next. The weekend arrived and Darrin worked to put together the equipment and supplies he needed for an impending data collection trip. His own research, as well as Mitch's, was actually based at a remote, but enormous, ranch located more than 200 miles west of the university in the Texas hill country. Mostly grass and mesquite it was a remote location, but the site of most of the department's cattle research. During the summer the graduate students, Mitch and Darrin among them, were at the station often working on their projects and collecting data.
Monday morning found Darrin finishing his preparation for the looming weeks at the station. As he began to check everything for the third time he felt a presence and turned to look at the door. Leaning against the door was Mitch.
"Hey"
"Hi Mitch, how's things?"
"I need a ride, to the station. Can I bum one with you?"
"Yeah. Sure! You know you can. Anytime." said Darrin.
"Ok. . .Thanks. I gotta get my shit together for tomorrow. 5am right?"
"Yup, 5am. See you then."
Mitch walked off leaving Darrin to his thoughts. Well at least he's speaking to me mused Darrin. Moving back to check everything yet again, a flicker of a smile flitted across his face as he vividly recalled the tight wranglers that Mitch was wearing, with just the right amount of wear on the crotch to show off his package. Shaking his head at his own ridiculous obsession he wrapped up the three days of preparation.
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Five o'clock in the morning is a fucking miserable time to start a trip, thought Darrin. He got out of his pickup as Mitch pulled up beside him in the parking lot.
"Morning. Need any help?"
"No." said Mitch, who quickly moved his clothes and research materials into Darrin's pickup. Finishing in record time he jumped into the cab of the little Tacoma. A brief smile flickered on his lips.
"Kind of a pussy truck don't you think?" asked Mitch, not really looking at Darrin.
"It's. . . fine. I don't need a big ass truck like you have"
Mitch grunted and slid down in the seat. Pulling his baseball cap over his eyes he leaned against the door and quickly fell asleep as Darrin started their five-hour drive.
As Darrin drove westward the rising sun began to highlight the surrounding countryside. He recalled the nights that Mitch shared his dream of a ranch. In the predawn beauty Darrin saw how Mitch could feel the way he did. Everything appeared so calm and peaceful and peace was one thing that Darrin almost ached for. Suddenly the pickup bounced violently as it recoiled from a pothole in the deserted state highway. The small truck lurched, throwing both passengers against the seat belts.
"Damn!" boomed Mitch.
"Sorry, didn't see the hole."
Mitch glanced behind them at the road and resettles himself into the seat.
"Pull over, I gotta piss."
"Yeah, me too. Hold on, that looks like a good place."
Darrin slowed and pulled into the grass at the side of the highway. Killing the truck he jumped out and walked around the pickup to whizz. Just as he rounded the tailgate Darrin heard the familiar sound of a heavy zipper. Looking up he watched for a second as Mitch fished his cock out and then tugged it a few times in preparation of emptying his bladder. Darrin was mesmerized at the pale pink tool emerging from Mitch's fist, his hips thrust forward, his heavy stream emerged in a torrent from the tip of his cock and arched to the grass. Mitch watched his stream for a few seconds and then started twisting his hips.
"Gotta make sure we water everything the same," Mitch glanced up and smiled for the first time Darrin can recall recently. Seeing that Darrin was staring at him his temporary smile turns back into a scowl.
"What?" said Mitch.
Darrin realized his stare had gone on for awkward length of time. Moving quickly he pulled his own cock out and breathed a sigh of relief as his pressure filled bladder began to empty. Darrin concentrated on taking care of business, wishing his cock to not go from plump to boner. Unwilling to let the moment pass without another glance at the object of his desire Darrin shifted his eyes toward Mitch. Watching as Mitch shook the last drops of urine from his dick, Darrin sighed to himself as the beautiful cock is tucked back into Mitch's jeans.
It dawned on Darrin that he never answered the question. Shaking his head Darrin said, "Nothing. Just tired. Zoning I guess."
Mitch nodded and then stretched hugely, his so sexy hairy stomach catching the morning light as his shirt slid up his torso, his jeans falling down slightly, displaying where the dark pool of hair around his navel morphed into a thick dark pubic patch. As his arms went down Darrin realized the show really was over now and went back to his own, now fully distended, cock. Shoving it into his jeans he walked awkwardly back to the drivers side. Looking over at Mitch to discover a cap-covered face, Darrin sighed softly, sad that the brief camaraderie had apparently ended.
The novelty of the drive soon evaporated in the heat of the early Texas summer day. Resigned to a long silent drive Darrin stared ahead and contemplated how he could fix the situation with Mitch. Arriving at the station in late morning he drove to the house used by the graduate students, which was several miles from the main facilities. He and Mitch quickly tossed their belongings into the small house and headed to the headquarters. They arrived as the assignments are being made, since today they would be helping separate cows and calves for weaning and working the calves. A mixture of horseback and ATV, the group mobilized to bring in the herds. Moving quickly and efficiently they worked the first two groups of cattle without any issues and then stopping for lunch. While enjoying his sandwich in the scant shade of a lone elm tree, Darrin noticed whispering and tension among the permanent station employees. He leaned to one of the hands that he knew from previous data gathering trips.
"Wade, what's up with the crew?"
He got a headshake and a one-word answer, "Brahmans."
Running through his head Darrin tried to remember the specifics of the breed. Heat tolerant, humped cattle from India was all he could recall. A vaguely remembered sidebar about temperament but nothing as dire as the crew projected. Shrugging his shoulders and shoving down the last of his sandwich and pop, Darrin climbed back on the ATV and headed to the last 1,000 acre pasture.
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With dusk falling the crew drug into the headquarters mostly successful in their afternoons work. Darrin now had a new appreciation for the term 'Brahman', at least when it was applied to a breed of cattle. Darrin replayed the afternoon, the near misses as cows attacked cowboys trying to separate them from their calves, headlong gallops across rough terrain to head off runaways, the seemingly hundreds of near misses. Exhausting, temperamental and dangerous, were now his definition of Brahman cattle. At least, he thought, we're finished with them. But there was a bright side to the afternoon, at least in Darrin's opinion. That being an afternoon filled with acres of cowboy flesh, from the teenagers with their whipcord lean bodies to the older men muscular from years of ranch work. All of them packed in tight wranglers that showed off their assets to an amazing degree. Definitely a sight with the potential for an embarrassing reaction had Darrin's body not been so exhausted.
Everyone worked together to store equipment and get ready for tomorrow. Once that was finished Darrin walked stiffly to his truck. Almost in tandem Mitch opened the other pickup door and sat down. Both of them paused for a minute in their exhausted state, feeling like well-chewed rawhide dog toy.
Mitch blew air from his lips, "Fuck. I'm beat."
"Yeah. I agree. Let's get back to the house."
The short drive to the house was in exhausted silence with both men wrapped in fatigue. As Darrin staggered into the house he paused to let his eyes adjust to the dim interior.
Glancing back he smiled at Mitch. "Home Sweet Home"
Mitch grunted a non-committal answer and emptied his pockets onto the small table that served as the only horizontal surface in sight. He moved the refrigerator and began making himself something to eat while Darrin organized the research paperwork. Glancing to check on Mitch's location he then fugitively organized everything for Mitch too, hoping he didn't take offence at the help.
"Fuckin' miserable day"
Darrin glanced at the source of the comment, "Yeah, it was miserable."
"Tomorrow will likely be worse . . ." said Mitch.
Darrin stopped and turned, staring at Mitch, "Why? What'd I miss?"
"The bull. We didn't get the Brahman bull out of the timber." Mitch took a bite of his sandwich and turned to look at Darrin. Smiling slightly around his half chewed food Mitch said, "Apparently. . . he's mean."
"WHAT! How the fuck could he be any worse than those cow's today!" screeched Darrin.
Mitch swallowed and then let out a low chuckle, "Don't know. But they said he was bad."
"Who? Who said he was?" Darrin asked.
"The other guys, the ones who work here. Said he was a bad motherfucker." Mitch turned back to looking out the window and chuckled again. "Yup, bad motherfucker."
Darrin made his own supper, basically two pieces of bread with anything shoved between them, eating it without tasting anything. Suddenly it occurred to both of them, there was only one bed.
"I've got the couch," Mitch said.
"It's ok. You can have the bed"
Mitch turned to look at Darrin again, his jaw clinching. "I said I have the couch. I'm shorter and god knows I've spent a lifetime sleeping on old couches!"
Darrin stepped back, a little worried at how quick Mitch lost his patience. He just nodded and walked into the bedroom. Realizing he was far too tired to do more than fall into the bed he began to strip down to his boxers. As the last article of clothing slid off his fatigued legs he realized that Mitch was probably doing the same. Looking into the living room Darrin watched as the t-shirt cleared his head, exposing his taut, muscular back. Next the distinct sound of a metal zipper drifted through the air as Darrin watched him first slide his jeans down, exposing his white briefs, and then bend over to slide them down his hairy legs. The white of his briefs were a beacon to Darrin for the few seconds that the perfect ass was in the air and then Mitch sat down to finish removing his pants. Darrin ran his hand inside his boxers and adjust his now semi-stiff package. Fortunately his exhaustion eliminated the need for his standard jackoff session before bed. As it was, he was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Darrin's dreams that night, while sketchy, revolved around a perfect bubble ass covered in tight white fabric.
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"Hey. HEY BUTTHEAD!"
Darrin bolted upright, wiping his eyes and trying to come to his senses as Mitch stood at the end of his bed looking down at him.
"Get up. We need ta get going," said Mitch.
"Sure. Yeah. Give me a sec and I'll be ready." Darrin swung his feet out of the bed and grabbed the jeans from yesterday. As he stood to pull on his pants he heard Mitch chuckle. Looking over to see what was so funny Darrin saw Mitch looking at his crotch. His laughter gained volume as Darrin realized his predicament.
"Good dreams last night?" said Mitch.
Darrin's cock was hard as stone, tenting his boxer out to their limit and were seemingly half soaked with precum. Quickly turning his back to his friend Darrin tried to deflect the comment.
"Whatever. Morning wood."
But this wasn't the end of it. Mitch loved the embarrassment that Darrin felt and was laughing even harder.
"Yeah big boy! Were you dreaming of me?"
Darrin spun his head to look at Mitch. As their eyes met Mitch batted his eyes and in his best Marilyn Monroe imitation blew a kiss at Darrin. If possible Darrin turned even redder, leaving Mitch laughing so hard he gasped for breath. Finally Darrin managed to get dressed, ramming his still hard cock into the jeans as best he could. Stomping into his boots he followed Mitch out the door to begin the day.
Arriving at the headquarters a few minutes later Darrin felt the tension in the air. Remembering the discussion of the rogue from last night he wondered what they were going to do differently today to roundup the unmanageable bull. Almost as soon as the thought formed he heard what sounded like a huge pack of dogs. Looking closer he saw several hounds swarming around a new arrival. Darrin saw Mitch to one side and walked over.
"What's with the dogs?" asked Darrin.
"Catahoulas."
"What?"
Mitch looked at Darrin, "They're Catahoulas. They brought in a guy who uses them to get the bull out of the brush."
"Oh . . ."
Darrin watched and listened as assignments were given. Getting back on an ATV he followed as the entire crew moved out to find the bull. The baying of the dogs soon pierced the quiet morning as they sighted the bull. From that point on events became a blur of horses, men, and machinery as the bull crashed through the timber with the dogs pursuing him into the open. The bull broke from cover, trying to gore any of his small tormentors but the dogs danced away as he targeted each one. The ton-plus bull's anger was almost palpable. As the dogs teased and harassed him away from the small wooded canyon the mounted cowboys moved in, trying to herd the rampant animal to the corral. With each swing of his head the bull strained to remove his tormentors with his thick sickle-shaped horns.
Suddenly the bull stopped, sweeping the area for a new target, which he quickly found. As the bull pawed an arch of dust over his back Darrin realized in horror that he was the new target. As the bull began his charge Darrin's world became a slow motion blur as his mind raced.
Shit, shit, shit, Darrin thought, that fucker is after me. Damnit! What. Shit. DO SOMETHING BEFORE HE KILLS YOU!
Darrin gunned the ATV but in the split second it took him to react the bull had almost reached him. The machine roared into motion as the bull lowered his head and charged. Catching the undercarriage of the ATV on his horns the bull flexed his massive neck, sending Darrin and machine flying. As both landed, the bull attacked the ATV, sending pieces of metal and plastic flying through the air. Darrin hit the ground hard, rattled he quickly realized he wasn't seriously injured, yet.
As Darrin moved to get away, the bull saw him and charged again. Too close to completely avoid the attack Darrin threw his body to one side as the bull raked him with its horns. Only a glancing blow but the bull quickly rounded on him, this time making it clear that he wouldn't miss. As Darrin braced to attempt a second unlikely escape, an impossible tabloid unfurled in front of him. A horse and rider half the bulk of the bull suddenly rammed into its shoulder, knocking the bull to its knees. Darrin watched in disbelief as the horse pivoted on it hindquarters and then rushed at Darrin. Bracing again for impact he marveled as the skillfully ridden horse slid to a stop beside him. Darrin looked up to see Mitch's face.
"Give me your goddamn hand!" screamed Mitch.
Darrin, feeling like he was moving through molasses, raised his hand and felt it enveloped in a tight grasp. As the horse gathered on its hindquarters and launched away from the bull, Darrin's body was slammed onto its back. Trying to keep his seat he grabbed Mitch's torso in a death grip as the horse galloped at breakneck speed across the open pasture. Finally reaching a safe distance Mitch reined in the horse and Darrin released his hold, sliding into a limp pile on the ground. Mitch vaulted from the horse and rushed to Darrin, urgently running his hands his body to check for injury.
"You ok? You hurt?"
Darrin shook his head to clear it, "Yeah. I think so. Gim'me a minute."
Mitch stood over Darrin watching him closely for signs of injury. Finally satisfied that he wasn't seriously hurt Mitch walked over and got a cup of ice water from one of the coolers.
"Here. Water."
Darrin looked up and smiled faintly, "Thanks."
Sipping the water slowly Darrin calmed himself, his racing heart slowing to something resembling normal. Once his legs felt more stable than wet noodles he let Mitch help him up. They pause at the gate and watched as the bull finally ran into the corral. Apparently the only casualty, besides Darrin's ATV, was a horse with a long, shallow cut from the bulls final attempt to escape. Both men shook their heads as they watched the bull repeatedly charge the fence. Seeing they were no longer needed Mitch helped Darrin to the passenger side of the pickup.
Darrin looked at Mitch and smiled a little, "What? You're going to drive the pussy truck."
Mitch returned the smile with a laugh, "Yeah, this once I'll drive your pussy truck."
Mitch helped Darrin in and then climbed into the pickup himself. He carefully navigated the rough road to the house. Parking almost on the porch, Mitch rushed around the truck and tenderly helping Darrin into the house.
"Come on, let's get you into the tub. A nice hot soak will help those bruises."
Darrin nodded agreement, too sore to think about anything else. Grimacing as Mitch helped him undress he sighed with relief as he eased into the steaming hot tub. As the heat soaked into his muscles Darrin realized that Mitch had just undressed him and his body had no reaction. He sighed softly, resigning himself to the knowledge that he had missed the only opportunity to enjoy Mitch's touch that he would ever have. Sighing again he laid his head against the cool porcelain surface and relaxed.
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"Hey. Prune boy. You ready to get out?"
Darrin opened his eyes and saw Mitch's face hovering a few inches above his. He laughed at Darrin's startled expression.
"Come on. I'll help you get out."
Mitch opened a huge bath towel he had found and held it in front of Darrin as he worked to climb out of the tub. Finally getting to his feet Darrin took the towel and wrapped it around his waist while Mitch gripped his shoulder to steady him. He walked gingerly back to the couch and sat down, enjoying the feel of the cool leather against his sore muscles.
"Thanks Mitch. I mean really thanks, you saved my ass today."
Mitch shrugged and turned to pickup the strewn clothing, leaving Darrin with his thoughts. As he reviewed the day and his close call he shuddered to think how near the bull had come to ending his life. Not that it would have made some people sad. But still, he owed Mitch a lot. Looking over he watched Mitch finish picking up the room as he searched for a spot on his body that wasn't sore. Finally finding a comfortable position as Mitch tossed the last of the clothes in the hamper.
Looking over Darrin tried again, "Really Mitch. I know you put yourself in a lot of danger. I owe you my ass."
Mitch looked at him with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, "Really? I can have your ass now?"
"Dickhead! You know what I mean. You saved me today."
"Yeah and right now I'm going to clean two days of stink and dust off me. We'll go get something to eat once I've showered. How's that sound?"
Darrin turned back, looking out the window, "Sounds fine. Maybe I'll be hungry by then."
Darrin heard the sound of movement as Mitch began to strip. Able to catch only glimpses of Mitch's body he found the whole process frustrating and yet still it managed to make him horny. When Mitch pushed down his underwear, Darrin chanced a look and got the full effect of the thatch of hair covering his ass crack. Quickly turning back to the window he moaned inwardly at the thought of that wonderful ass smashed against his face.
"Ok, I'll be out in a sec," Mitch turned and walked to the tub, leaving the door ajar but only enough for Darrin to see slivers of flesh-tone. Disappointed he couldn't see more, the thought of Mitch's ass played over and over in his mind as he began groping himself through the towel. Lost in his self-pleasure he almost failed to register that the water had stopped until Mitch stepped out of the bathroom drying himself.
Darrin turned at the sound and froze. His jaw dropped at the sight of the wet dream standing before him. The face he had marveled at countless times before, but the body was just as perfect. Darrin watched as Mitch ran the towel over his body, admiring the muscular calves with their perfect layer of dark hair, the meaty thighs that rippled as weight shifted from one to the other. Darrin's eyes traveled up the powerful thighs to their joining and the perfect nest of dense dark pubic hair where Mitch's dick and balls rested. Watching the low hanging nuts sway with each motion Darrin licked his lips as he drank in his fantasy with his eyes. Darrin followed the dark, thick treasure trail that traversed the delineation between Mitch's darkly tanned chest and his creamy white crotch. Moving up from his groin the hair condensed into a dark hard line that filled the muscular crease of his stomach. The perfect configuration of stomach hair, the object of so many jizz filled jerk-off sessions, was over-shadowed by the covering over his taut pectoral muscles. A dense black matrix of short curly hair that still allowed glimpses of his tanned skin to show through, Mitch's chest was . . . yes, perfect. Sighing audibly at the sight of the tight soft brown nipples, Darrin shifted his eyes upward to the heart pounding sight of his scruffy chiseled face. As he met Mitch's gaze he realized that the drying ritual had stopped quite a while before and Mitch had been watching as Darrin lusted over his body. He looked away, hoping that it wasn't as bad as he thought.
"Darrin."
Darrin shuddered, not sure what to say, how to fix this.
"Darrin! Look at me! You didn't mind looking a second ago!"
Darrin looked back. Tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he tried to explain it away.
"Sorry Mitch. I guess I was just zoning," he squeaked out.
Mitch crossed his arms over his bare chest, "You must think I'm really thick."
"No, no, Mitch. It's just, just . . ." Darrin said working hard to keep from breaking down. "I'm so sorry Mitch. I promise it will never happen again. Honest, it won't. I promise. Please Mitch forgive me."
Mitch lifted one hand, motioning Darrin closer, "Come here."
The fear and doubt of a lifetime descended on Darrin. Every muscle shook as he moved across the room. Knowing what was next he braced himself for the tirade of what a worthless pervert he was. He'd heard it before but that wouldn't make it easier, especially coming from Mitch. Or worse he was going to get "the lecture" and then the shit beat out of him. Well at least the bruises won't be as noticeable this time, after the number the bull did on him today.
Stopping inside arms reach Darrin paused, his shoulders sagging, "Yeah Mitch, What." Then Darrin looked up defiantly, "Say whatever you have to say. But you won't say anything I haven't heard before. And those times didn't change me either."
Mitch stepped forward, closing the space between them to fractions of an inch, his hot breath burning Darrin's cheeks. Suddenly he raised both hands and Darrin braced for the blow. But instead of the expected knuckles against this mouth Darrin felt his face cupped gently and then the press of a hard, passionate kiss. Darrin's eyes flew open as the electric sensation of Mitch's lips pressing against his coursed through his body. After a mind numbing length of time their faces slowly separated, spit trailing from both sets of lips as each man caught his breath. Darrin looked into the eyes of this new contradiction, seeing the twinkle again.
Gulping Darrin tried to put coherent thought to what just happened, failing.
"What? Why? Fuck!"
"Darrin . . . Shut up."
Mitch pulled Darrin to him again and kissed him again. His tongue flickered against the full red lips in front of him as they sought entrance. Darrin parted his lips to Mitch's probing tongue, feeling the new invader as it probed each part of his mouth. Darrin released his own tongue, allowing it to slide over the hot intruder and into Mitch's warmth as the two passionately exploring each other. Their tongue and lips sliding over each other as desire built. Still holding his face, Mitch ran his lips down Darrin's neck. Nibbling, kissing and tasting each millimeter of skin as he absorbed his lover's scent and tang. Darrin was helpless in his hands as surge after surge of pleasure washed over him. His arms reached forward to caress and touch this before taboo body, loving the texture and heat that he felt emanating from it. Darrin's towel fell to the floor as they embrace. Their bodies rubbed against each other further igniting their passion. Darrin felt himself give way as Mitch maneuvered him slowly backwards while they continue their passionate oral exploration. Finally Darrin sensed a pressure on his calves, glancing back he discovered that they were at the bed.
Darrin opened his mouth to ask what to do. But Mitch put his hand over Darrin's mouth, and said, "Sometimes, you talk too much."
Putting both hands against Darrin's chest Mitch shoved him backwards. Darrin bounced as he hit the mattress, his exposed and steel-hard cock hitting his stomach with a wet slap. Mitch crawled up the bed, running his hands over Darrin's exposed legs as he crawled between them. Reaching Darrin's crotch Mitch rubbed the tips of his fingers over the engorged cum tube at the base of Darrin's cock.
"Oh god," sighed Darrin.
Mitch smiled with an evil glint and ran the flat of his hand over the underside of Darrin's throbbing dick. Sliding to the head Mitch coated his palm with Darrin's juice and then smeared it as he rubbed up and down, spreading more clear ball juice with each pass.
"How does that feel stud? You like that huh?"
Darrin gasped and nodded, already past the ability to articulate his feelings. His body thrashed under Mitch's careful handling.
Finally finding his voice he gasped out, "Oh fuck yes."
Mitch gripped his hand around Darrin's hard pole, teasing it as his hand moved slowly up and down its length. Watching Darrin tense and relax with each new sensation he slowly moved higher, running his hands over the hot body under him and delighting in the feel of coarse hair sliding under his palms. Pressing his chest against Darrin's groin he felt the steel cobra of Darrin's cock sliding between them. Relaxing onto Darrin he began nursing each of the half-dollar sized nipples until they were rigid and glistening, Darrin having entered a state of incoherent delirium. With a final lick to each nipple Mitch slid higher so their bodies were in full contact and their two slime covered cocks moving over each other as both men respond to the building hunger. Pinning Darrin's face in his hands again Mitch began flicking his tongue over Darrin's face and neck while their lower bodies continued to grind against each other. Raising his face from Darrin's neck Mitch looks down at the masculine face in his hands and moved in, pressing their lips hard together and slipping his tongue again into Darrin's steamy mouth. The sensations of touch and passion build as their cocks pump out natural lube, matting the hair on their stomachs and crotches, the sensations unbelievably delicious.
As their bodies grind against each other the room filled with the smell of hot sexy man. Knowing it was Mitch's thick belly fur causing the delicious friction just served to drive Darrin closer to the edge as the cum in his balls churned. Feeling his body tense with a massive orgasm he grabbed Mitch's face and pressed their lips together hard. The touch of hot lips drove him over the edge as he gasped, his cock coating both their torso's as he emptied the passion of a year onto their already slick skin.
"Fuck. Holy fuck. Ahhh," sighed Darrin.
Mitch continued to grind into Darrin's now glass slick body as the final spasms flowed through Darrin's cock. Mitch luxuriated in the feeling of hot man sex coating him. Leaning down he kissed Darrin again, slipping in his tongue and then gently chewed on his full lower lip. Listening to Darrin's incomprehensible mutterings Mitch slowed, enjoying the slow build of pressure in his own bull nuts.
Kissing Darrin again he said, "What's wrong college? No big talk?"
Darrin smiled up at Mitch, "Whatever asshole."
"Ohmy," said Mitch before one last kiss. Climbing higher on his lover's body he wedged his dripping cock into the hairy trough between Darrin's pecs. Sliding faster and faster Mitch reveled in the feel of his leaking cock soaking the chest under him. Darrin reached up and ran his fingers over Mitch's torso and moving to his nipples as Mitch humped his chest with increasing speed.
"Oh shit yeah. That's fuckin' it. Grab my tits stud man," shouted out Mitch. Darrin tightened his grip on the two nubs and began working them harder as Mitch's sweat dripped onto him.
"Fuck yes! FUCCCKKKKKKK!"
Mitch's body locked, his upper body arching back, raking his balls and cock against Darrin's hairy chest, letting out a final guttural sound as his cock began unloading.
Darrin watched hungrily as Mitch exploded, smiling as the first white jet emerged like a rifle shot from the hard dick again his chest. His mouth dropped open in shock as he realized Mitch's cock isn't shooting, it was cumming like a fire-hose, doing its best imitation of a facet for white-hot man juice with each spasm of Mitch's body. His final orgasmic convulsion twisted his body further, causing cum to spray over Darrin's lips and goatee. As his body calmed Mitch lay down on Darrin's flooded body and ran his tongue over his face, tasting his own cum as it dripped through Darrin's cute brown goatee.
"Fuck man, I've never seen so much cum!"
Mitch chuckled and kissed Darrin again, "Oh yeah, I guess I should have mentioned. I'm a cummer."
"No shit! You think!" said Darrin as he began to laugh.
Both men enjoyed the feeling of cum and cock between them as the aftermath of their session began to drip off Darrin and onto the bed. But Darrin held Mitch tight against him, having no intention of letting go of this man, ever.
As the sexually induced euphoria subsided the two men relaxed at a level neither had felt before. Soon sleep takes both of them as they remained locked in each other's arms.
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