Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 01

"Hey Nina, could you bring me some coffee? I don't want to fall asleep while I'm visiting with these two young'uns." He turned and smiled at the couple, "Last night was kinda late for an old man."

Mitch and Darrin both chuckled at being called young'uns, but they were only in their late 20's. So by comparison they could understand the moniker. But it didn't eliminate their underlying concern about why local law enforcement wanted to talk with them. They sat quietly and sipped their drinks as they waited for the Sheriff to settle in with his coffee.

As the white ceramic mug clinked onto the table, the Sheriff began.

"The name's Jim White Cloud. I'm the Sheriff for this county. I just wanted to let you know that was an impressive rescue last night. Chuck wouldn't be among the living today if it weren't for you."

Mitch flushed and waved his hand. "He would have been fine. There were other people who would have got him out. I just happened to be the closest."

"Not what I heard," said Jim, "I heard you grabbed a blanket, soaked it and you jumped into a cluster of burning cedars and dragged Chuck out. Is that pretty much it?"

Mitch nodded, not knowing what to say in response. "Yeah, I guess that's pretty accurate."

Jim nodded and smiled, "Well Chuck is glad you were close enough to save his bacon." He turned and looked at Darrin, "I heard you worked your ass off on the spray rig too."

Darrin nodded slightly in acknowledgment. "We were just trying to help out."

"Well you two boys have made a good impression around here. People in these parts put a lot by helpin' out neighbors. Personally I'm glad to have some Two-Spirits again. It just isn't right otherwise."

Mitch looked at Darrin, who shrugged in response to the unasked question.

"What's a 'Two-Spirit'?" asked Darrin.

Jim smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I guess you boys might not be familiar with the term." He paused for a minute to collect his thoughts and then began to unwind his story.

"Well boys, a lot of the native tribes recognized more than just male and female. Some of them had three or four terms for gender. Those people were generally looked upon as special, unique, and in some tribes holy. So a man who is attracted to other men is considered to have some of the spirit of a woman. It didn't have anything to do with masculinity, just preference. But they were said to carry two spirits, so that's where the term comes from. The Kiowa tribe, which I'm a member of, is from this area and we haven't had any Two-Spirits in years. They bring a different view that we need around here, you know what I mean?" Jim looked at the two men to see if they were following.

Darrin and Mitch both slowly nodded. Taking in this new information and the revelation that, at least to some people, their arrival was welcome.

Jim smiled, took a slow sip of coffee and continued, "You see, native people saw Two-Spirits as more connected to the spirit world, having more insight, since their personality comes from both sides. Sometimes they would become healers, or councilors, or just a good omen. So yes, I'm glad to see a Two-Spirit couple in the area. I think it's a good thing."

Darrin and Mitch slowly ate their breakfast, absorbing everything Jim had said. One concern they had both had about moving to a small town in southwestern Oklahoma was the potential for bigotry. But from what Jim was saying, that might not be as large of a problem as they had originally thought. A question occurred to Darrin.

"Wait, how'd you know we were a couple? I thought we were doing a pretty good job of keeping it under our hats."

Jim laughed this time, almost spilling his remaining coffee, "Son, you live next to the biggest gossip in the county. I'm sure by now Doug's 'Dear' story had been spread to everyone he knows."

He paused a moment and smiled, "Don't be mad at Doug though, he thought it was sweet."

"Oh jeez!" moaned Mitch.

"Oh don't fret so, it wasn't like it was a surprise to anyone who has been paying attention. You boys been out at that ranch working for months, and no one has seen you with a girl. I mean we might be country, but we ain't stupid," said Jim with a smile.

"So, we are going to be. . . welcome?"

"Son, we're just people and some of the ones around here have some of the most asinine ideas. But most are glad you're here, and especially after last night, you are more than welcome. Some of the old biddies over at the Baptist church might have a huff or two in your direction but that's just until they find something else to ruffle their feathers. They don't mean no harm, they're just old and have way too much time on their hands."

Darrin smiled in recognition of the trait as he heard Mitch's soft chuckle. Looking at the Sheriff, Mitch nodded, "Well if there's anything we can do to help you. Just let us know."

Jim smiled, "Be careful what you offer. People around here will take you up on an offer like that."

"Good, that's exactly how it was meant," said Mitch with a definitive nod.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine around here," Jim said with a nod. "Well boys I best get goin'. Take care and we'll see you soon."

The guys echoed the Sheriff's pleasantries and then quietly finished their meal. As they drove back to the ranch they both were thinking about the events that had just unfurled. Eventually Darrin looked over at Mitch.

"Well. That was interesting."

"Yeah, not really sure what to make of it. It sounds too good to be true, if you asked me," said Mitch.

"I know, but I guess we'll find out if he was just trying to set us up sooner or later."

"Yeah, time will tell I suppose," said Mitch.

"Well, we have too much to do to worry about it. As soon as we get back we need to . . ." and Darrin began to name off the things they needed to get done over the few days.

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Darrin wiped the sweat from this face, his bare chest glistening with perspiration. He'd been working most of the afternoon cleaning up the small house that had came with the property. They didn't need the space right now, but he had pointed out to Mitch that it would work as a guesthouse if one of their families came to visit. But it was the last of a long list of chores he'd worked on that day and between the scorching Oklahoma heat and the backbreaking work, he was ready to call it a day. As he stood surveying the results of his effort, Mitch walked through the door. Darrin glance over at his man and couldn't help but smile. Mitch had also stripped to the waist at some point and his sexy chest hair was matted with sweat. Darrin caught a whiff of Mitch's sweat drenched body and felt his cock respond.

"Looks good!" said Mitch as he looked around the space.

Darrin scrutinized the newly painted and scrubbed accommodations. "Yeah, it cleaned up pretty well. It's small but for one person it should be fine."

"Bigger than a dorm room!" said Mitch with a laugh.

"That's true! But damn it's hot. We need to get a window unit before anyone can live in it," Darrin said and then motioned to himself. "Look at me. Every stitch of clothes I have on is soaked."

Mitch walked closer and ran his hands over Darrin's wet chest, smiling as the drenched hair matting further. Moving his hand behind Darrin's neck he pulled them together and kissed him softly. Darrin smiled and wrapped his arms around Mitch's muscular torso and pulled them together, their chests pressed against each other with their sweat mingling. With a look deep into Mitch's eyes, Darrin began kissing his man softly. Mitch tilted his head to the side, enjoying it as Darrin kissed his way down Mitch's exposed neck. Darrin ran his hands down Mitch's back and into his jeans. He felt hands caressing his hairy ass and smiled as a soft moan escaped from Darrin's lips. Mitch knew the strong smells that had ripened on him today only served to excite Darrin more. Soon they had entered their own world as they explored each other, reveling in a shared passion that used all their senses. Mitch felt Darrin's lips part slightly and he sensuously slid his tongue inside, tasting and exploring the recesses it found. After several minutes of shared passion they separated, both panting with desire.

"You know, you stink," said Darrin.

"And I know you love my stink," replied Mitch. Mitch then raised his arm, exposing his sweat drenched armpit and pulled Darrin into it. Darrin let out a soft groan and then moved tight against Mitch and buried his face in the darkly-furred space. Mitch groaned as his lover slurped and licked through his dense pit hair. He knew Darrin was enjoying the tastes and odors of a day of hard work in the fierce Oklahoma sun. Mitch kept Darrin's face pinned against his sweaty armpit as the sweet sensations of warm wet tongue sent tingles coursing through him. Mitch smiled at the slightly stoned look on Darrin's face as they separated. Darrin stood panting while he looked at Mitch.

Mitch lowered his arms and grabbed the front of Darrin's jeans. Pulling Darrin to him, he opened the button and listened as the zipper slid down a few inches. He passionately kissed Darrin, his fingers drifted through the wiry hair that was released. Mitch let his free hand trail across Darrin's face as their kiss broke. He had always loved Darrin's closely trimmed goatee and his crystal blue eyes. He especially loved them when they were icy with lust like they were now. Mitch slipped both hands inside the grey jockstrap Darrin was wearing and fondled his hard shaft. As his kisses drifted down Darrin's chest, Mitch's thumb rubbed over Darrin's swollen cockhead and smeared the leaking precum over it. Darrin moaned in appreciation, his hips rhythmically thrusting forward as Mitch teased him, loving it when Darrin lost himself in their lovemaking. Mitch's lips closed around the pink nub protruding from Darrin's chest. The shudder that traveled through Darrin's body as a result made Mitch smile to himself. Wanting to push Darrin harder, Mitch closed his teeth around the nipple and bit down, letting his tongue dance over the trapped tit.

"Oh god! That feels good. Fuck you make me horny," said Darrin with a sigh.

Mitch released Darrin's nipple and slipped his hand around and grabbed Darrin's ass.

"You are smoking hot, babe. I love your hot body," said Mitch.

Darrin laughed softly, "Yeah, all the work you have lined up should keep me from getting the desk belly that most of the faculty have."

Mitch smiled as he continued to fondle Darrin, "Yeah, no middle age spread on my man. Or I'll have you out chasing cows every morning at 5am."

"Umm, for this, I'd get up at 4am."

Mitch released Darrin's butt and taking him by the hand pulled them into the tiny bedroom. Pushing Darrin onto the bed he grabbed one foot and then the other, removing boots and sweaty socks. He gently stripped Darrin, enjoying a slow piece-by-piece cadence of his efforts. Once Darrin was naked, Mitch ran his hands over his legs, enjoying the texture of Darrin's lower body. His hands traveled upward and rubbed his hands against Darrin's dangling testicles. Wrapping his fingers around Darrin's scrotum, Mitch trapped his nuts and gently tugged on them. Darrin's turgid dick flexed in response and belched out a wad of clear cock honey that slowly ran down its heavily veined surface and past the circumcision scar. Mitch smiled as Darrin began to thrash on the bed from his attention.

"Oh fuck, yes! That feels amazing. God babe, let me come," moaned out Darrin.

"Oh I don't think so, stud. I think I wanna piece of this grade A man ass."

"Shit yes! Fuck me baby. Juice me up good."

Mitch released his hold on Darrin's nuts. Stepping back he opened his pants and started to strip. He glanced up to see Darrin's watching him and slowed down, making it more of a strip tease for Darrin. But he found himself being turned on by his own sensual movements, his rock hard cock dripping by the time the last sock joined Darrin's clothes on the floor. Realizing they had forgotten lube, Mitch quickly retrieve a tube from the bathroom, knowing that Darrin would enjoy the sight of his hairy ass as it moved across the small room. Moving back to the bed he swatted Darrin's hip,

"On your knees, lover. I want a little doggie sex this afternoon."

Darrin smiled and moved into position, his knees spread as he kneeled on the edge of the bed. With his chest against the bed he opened his ass and presented his puckering pink eye for Mitch's inspection. Mitch leaned in and spat on Darrin's hole. Moving his hand over it he smeared the spit over his man's gateway until it was nicely swollen from the stimulation. Popping open the lube, he squirted out a generous dollop and then smeared it over Darrin's hole. He slowly worked first one and then two wet fingers into Darrin, enjoying the elastic sensation as Darrin's gateways opened for him. Mitch slowly finger fucked Darrin, watching as the body under him responded to the probing. As Darrin's moans escalated in volume and his body pushed back against his hand, Mitch let his fingers slip out of their hot sleeve.

"Shit no! Put 'em back. Oh damn, baby, give me back your fingers."

Mitch smiled down at his panting lover without a sound. Coating three fingers, he slowly slid them into Darrin's receptive hole. Pumping them in a little and then letting them slide back Mitch was soon buried deep inside. He enjoyed the searing heat of Darrin's ass as he began finger fucking him in earnest. Soon Darrin's initial gasps of discomfort were replaced with animalistic sounds emerging from his lips. Mitch smiled as he watched Darrin try to force his fingers deeper inside his hungry ass. Eventually Mitch decided they were ready for the main event, and let his fingers slide slowly from Darrin's now throbbing ass.

"What do you want now, lover? You ready for some dick in your hungry ass?"

"Oh goddamn, Mitch. Fuck me! Shit, just shut up and fuck me!"

Mitch gripped his rock hard cock and zeroed in on Darrin's twitching hole. Rubbing the head up and down Darrin's slick trench, Mitch coated his cock with clear slippery gel. Pressing the dark red head of his cock against Darrin's hole he pressed in slowly. Mitch enjoyed the sensation as he slipped through Darrin's outer sphincter. The rumbling groan that emerged from Darrin's lips were a testament to the skill Mitch was showing. With his cock jammed between Darrin's two gates, Mitch bumped against the final entry into Darrin's hot ass. With each gentle thrust of his hips, another, louder, sound drifted from Darrin.

"Goddamn! Put the fucker in already!" yelled Darrin.

Mitch grinned, clenched his ass cheeks and pushed past the last obstacle. Shoving forward relentlessly, he didn't stop until his coarse black pubs were grinding against Darrin's ass cheeks. Mitch sighed as Darrin's hot ass surrounded his hard cock. Without pausing he began to rotate his hips, exploring the depths of Darrin's gut with his rigid tool.

"Oh fuck, babe. Your ass feels so good and tight," said Mitch.

Darrin looked over his shoulder with a look of pure lust. "Good! Now fuck my ass. I want you to fuck the cum outta me!"

"Oh yeah, I can do that!"

With that Mitch pulled out slowly, until only his swollen glans was still inside. Pushing forward, he moaned loudly as the velvety smooth heat sheathed him again. Moving faster with each full thrust, Mitch targeted Darrin's prostrate. As he hit it, Darrin went wild under him. His body was thrashing at the sharp pleasure of his prostate being assaulted over and over again. The sweat ran off them as they merged into a hungry meld of passion. Darrin suddenly pressed back and screamed, his ass clamping down and pinning Mitch's invading pole.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck! I'm coming!" screamed Darrin.

Mitch gripped Darrin's hips tightly as he felt Darrin's ass rhythmically clamp onto his cock as Darrin's cum shot onto the bed. With a last convulsion of muscle the final measure of cum oozed from Darrin and he collapsed onto a bed coated with his own semen.

"Damn," Darrin said as he panted, "You're an amazing lover."

Mitch growled, maintaining his grip on Darrin's hips.

"Yeah, I'm about to tear you a new ass!"

"Do it baby! Fuck me."

Mitch began a hedonistic display of lust as he pounded his thick cut cock into Darrin over and over again. The build up of passion was enough that he knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. After only few hard strokes Mitch felt his orgasm begin. Thrusting wildly, he pounded Darrin until he lost control and his cock began emptying the content of his balls into Darrin's gut. Mitch released a loud grunt as each shot rocketed from his slit. The wet sounds of his cock's movement in Darrin's ass slowly magnified as he filled it with white hot cum. When the last massive shot emptied from his cock, he fell across Darrin's back. Their rivulets of sweat merged as they gasped for air. As his breathing slowed to near normal, Mitch moved higher and kissed Darrin on the back of the neck.

"Damn, sex with you is amazing," said Mitch quietly.

Darrin's hands made a feeble attempt to lift his hand as incoherent muttering came from his mouth. Finally he was able to speak.

"Oh god, I've definitely been fucked. Damn, you are the amazing one," said Darrin with a moan.

Mitch chuckled and moved back slowly, his softening cock slithering from its wet lodging. Mitch smiled as a white stream oozed from Darrin's ass and then slid over his nuts and to the bed. He ran his fingers through the flow and then pushed some of it back into Darrin's ass with two fingers. He slowly started finger fucking Darrin again.

"Oh god no. I can't take another round right now. And this place is damn hot. Let's shower and get back to the house and AC."

Mitch chuckled and let his fingers slide out. "Yeah, it probably wouldn't be good for our bodies to be found and we'd died of heat stroke while fucking. Come on, I'll get the shower going."

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Darrin and Mitch were cleaning up from supper when they heard the crunch of gravel as a car slowed to a stop in front of their house. Looking out the window Darrin glanced at Mitch.

"It's a county sheriff car."

"No shit? Wonder what's wrong now."

"I don't know, but it's Jim. He's climbing out of the car now. I guess we should see what he wants," said Darrin.

Pulling on their boots quickly, they opened the door as the Sheriff stepped on the porch. Looking up Jim smiled and tipped his hat to the pair.

"Howdy boys, sorry to intrude on you this way but . . ." he paused as if searching for words.

"Whatever we can help with Jim. Like I was saying at the café the other day," said Mitch.

"Well, I guess I'm here to see if you meant that. Cause I have a little problem in the back of my car."

They glanced over and realized that someone was seated in the back of the vehicle.

"What's going on? What did they do?" said Darrin.

"He. And far as I can tell he hasn't done anything," said Jim.

Mitch looked back at the Sheriff with a puzzled look. "Then why do you have him?"

"Well, interesting story there. The neighbor called it in, said there was all kinds of hell breaking lose at the kids house. So I went out to see what the problem was. Near as I can tell the parents found out the kid wasn't straight, and were beating the hell out of him."

"Sheriff, we aren't a home for every gay kid with family problems," said Mitch with a look of concern on his face.

"No, no. I understand you guys aren't the poster children for gay people everywhere. But you did say if you could help . . ."

Darrin sighed and rolled his eyes slightly, "Yeah, we did. How long are we talking about? Overnight?"

Jim looked over his shoulder and without meeting their eyes said, "Well he turns 18 in a couple of months."

"A couple of months! Fuck! There's no way," said Mitch in a barely controlled voice.