Wrangler Butts Ch. 02

Mitch barked out a laugh, "No. Just go for it!"

Darrin smiled and rose from Mitch's lap. His cock peeked out of the gaping fly on his boxers as he leaned against Mitch and pushed him down on the couch. Lifting his arm to expose the dark thicket of hair under the muscular bicep, Darrin plunged his face into the dense hair and inhaled. His already stiff cock throbbed and hardened even further. He began to feast on Mitch's pit like it was a 10-course meal. His tongue explored and tasted the vibrant masculine body pinned beneath him. Moving to the other arm, he found the same delicate musk. Darrin forcefully moved between Mitch's armpits until he felt a firm grip on his face that pulled him in for a hard kiss.

"Time for more fun big boy."

Mitch rolled them so his body splayed over Darrin like a blanket. Without a word he started kissing his lover, moving down his body. Caressing and touching Darrin with his tongue, he moved to his nipples and took each one in his mouth to lick and bite until they were hard and erect. Moving lower, he began running his tongue around Darrin's navel. To his amusement Mitch discovered that he had found Darrin's ticklish spot, which he dove back into with impish delight. The unexpected attack caused Darrin to erupt in giggles, his turgid cock waving from his crotch.

"Ticklish are we? Something to explore another day," said Mitch as his finger continued to circle Darrin's navel.

Darrin looked up at Mitch and gasped out, "I'll get you for that fucker!" Then collapsed back to the couch.

Wiggling lower and resting his arms on Darrin's legs he began licking over his inner thighs. Pushing the cloth of his boxers higher, Mitch touched his tongue to the hairy sack where it was exposed in the loose fabric. Caressing Darrin's legs softly, he slowly levered himself up and then grabbed the sides of the huge boxers.

"These have got to go. And damn, just show your boner instead of trying to hide it in a huge ass pair of boxers!" said Mitch with a chuckle.

Darrin colored red that he had been so unsuccessful at hiding his earlier erection. But he quickly realized that he had just been told that being caught with a stiffy wasn't a bad thing. Suddenly Mitch grabbed the fly of the boxers and ripped them apart, pulled them from under Darrin's ass, and tossed them to the floor.

"There. Now you won't wear those ugly-ass things again!"

"Hey! Those were my- Oh fuck . . ." said Darrin with a gasp as Mitch's hot mouth surrounded his swollen glans. Darrin moaned as Mitch's tongue dove into his piss slit. His breath hissed from between his teeth as the feelings of pleasure pulsing through him took a wonderful new dimension. Wanting to taste the nectar that he knew was flowing from his lover's cock, Darrin reached down, grabbed an arm and tugged.

"Turn!" said Darrin.

Mitch looked up with a smile and then pivoted around Darrin's body. He stopped with his knees planted on either side of Darrin's head and his cock dripping onto his face.

"Umm, god, that looks so good," said Darrin.

Diving into the furred groin above him Darrin licked and tugged the thick hair, his own cock throbbing as Mitch continued to unleash on it. He ran his tongue up Mitch's ass crack, flicking it against the twitching hole nested inside. Focusing on Mitch's brown-eye for several moments, he probed the opening with single-minded intensity. Feeling the growing accumulation of precum on his stomach from Mitch's dripping cock, Darrin left the densely haired ass that he so loved to find Mitch's red, swollen monster jutting from his crotch. Darrin wrapped his lips around it and circled his tongue on the ridge of the cockhead as he bathed in the tastes and smells assaulting him.

Darrin relaxed his throat and began sliding Mitch's cock deeper, feeling the bulging vein and enormous cum tube as they slithered over his lips. Moaning around the invading flesh, his body shivered at the sensation. Time stopped as Darrin's body registered all that was happening. His balls were tight against his dick in response to Mitch's amazing mouth, while at the same instant his lips were pressed against Mitch's wiry pubic hair. That climatic moment drove Darrin over the edge. His dick convulsed over and over as his balls emptied their contents into his lover's mouth. Darrin's body shuddered as Mitch swallowed the load of sperm flooding into his mouth. As his awareness returned, Darrin swallowed Mitch's cock over and over, massaging his glans with each gulp. Mitch arched his body, pinning his cock in the warm orifice that was producing such pleasure.

"Ohgod. Babe that feels amazing. You swallowed my dick! Fuck!"

Darrin gripped Mitch's hips as he began fucking his face. The steel-hard flesh rammed against Darrin's tonsils, as his hands ran over Mitch's stunning body. Darrin moaned slightly in disappointment when Mitch slid his cock out. But then almost swooned as he watched Mitch's furry ass rotate over him as Mitch shifted positions.

"Oh fuck. I wanna jizz on your chest. I fuckin' wanna coat your goddamn chest with cum!"

Darrin stared transfixed at the hair lined ass crack moving inches from his face. Finally giving in to his lust, he grabbed Mitch by the hips and yanked his butt tight against his face. Unable to control his hunger he rammed his tongue into the trench and the smell and musk proved to be too much. Darrin's inhibitions vaporized and he burrowed his tongue deep into the ass pressed against his face. As his tongue sought its mark, he absorbed the tastes and smells surrounding him. Then his tongue slid over the object of his search.

"Oh fuck yeah. FUCK! Yeah, tongue that butt!"

Encouraged by Mitch, he drove his tongue deeper into the ass pressed against his face. Closing his eyes, he relished each thrust as he tongue-fucked his lover and then he felt his probe being expelled by the clenching hole. Recognizing that Mitch was about to explode, he raked his tongue over and over across the now flushed entryway.

"Oh shit!" screamed Mitch.

Cum started shooting over Darrin, Mitch's enormous ejaculation hosing down his chest. Darrin's tongue pressed hard against the now quivering hole as Mitch stripped the last drops of semen onto Darrin. Falling forward onto his hands, Mitch gasped for air.

"Oh my god. I thought my nuts had exploded. That was fuckin' amazing. Your tongue . . . oh shit that was good."

"So. What I did. That was . . . ok?"

Mitch twisted, landing on top of Darrin. Squishing the cream between their chests, he looked at Darrin with an incredulous look on his face.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me? You couldn't tell if it was ok! It was goddamn mother fucking mind blowing amazing! Oh my god we have to get you to relax. You're fuckin' amazing!"

Darrin felt his face burn and redden with embarrassment. Unable to speak, he wrapped his arms around Mitch and held him tight as the two of them returned from their sexual high. Eventually Mitch leaned up and kissed Darrin on the chin. As he lifted himself up he watched the strings of cum trail between them. Wiping his hand through the white cream he loaded his fingers and brought them to his mouth where he sucked them clean. He kissed Darrin again, allowing the fluid of their lovemaking to slide into Darrin's mouth. The taste of their fluids flooded their senses as their tongues slid over each other. Time slowed as they enjoyed the post-climax intimacy.

"I think we're going to need another shower. What do you think College?"

Darrin ran his finger though a white blob on his nipple. Sucking it off his finger, he looked Mitch in the eyes and ran his hands over Mitch's damp chest.

"Yup, but you know there ain't much water here. So I reckin we will jess haveta shower together."

Mitch laughed at his bad drawl, "Yeah, I reckin."

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The next few days were a blur of activity for both men. The demands of their research pulled them to multiple locations over the station each day. The physical activity was taxing and left them with the desire, but little energy for intimacy. As the weekend approached it looked like they might actually have some time together. But on Friday, Mitch was told that he was working Saturday. They shared a quiet breakfast together to enjoy what time they had. Standing at the door in his boxers, Darrin watched as Mitch drove off in his pickup. Moving slowly around the house, he tried to think of something to keep him from the lonely haunting thoughts that plagued him at times like this.

Shaking off these oh-too-familiar feelings, he set his resolve to keep his mind occupied. He realized that the house was badly in need of cleaning, given that neither of them had enough time to pick up after themselves. So Darrin began a day of household chores in the hopes that it would keep him busy.

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The low evening sun dyed the landscape brilliant red, reminiscent of a plains grassfire, as Darrin sat on the steps watching the dust boil up on the road to the house. He knew Mitch was the cause since he had sent Darrin a text saying not to worry about dinner - that he would take care of it. Not knowing where they might go, Darrin had dressed in new Wranglers, a black t-shirt and his good boots. He watched as the small pickup emerged from the cloud of dust, coming to a halt in front of the house. Mitch stepped out and Darrin noted that he looked clean, even though he should have been working all day.

Mitch motioned and said, "Hey let's go. Come on!"

Darrin jumped in the passenger side, letting Mitch drive since he had no idea where they were going. Animated and excited, Mitch chatted more than normal. Darrin began to wonder what had happened. Finally he blurted out.

"Why are you so clean? And why are you so chatty?"

Mitch paused to collect his thoughts, "Well I'm clean because I took a change of clothes with me this morning and Wade let me shower at the headquarters before I went to town. So far as chatty . . ." Mitch looked over at Darrin. "I guess I'm happy to be with you." Darrin felt himself melt at that simple declaration. Just the fact that Mitch was happy to be around him was enough. At that place and in that moment Darrin was happy and content, that small part of him that was always in doubt still whispered, but he refused to listen to it.

"Oh, ok. So where are we going?"

Mitch beamed at him and almost bouncing in the seat. "Can't tell ya. It's a surprise!"

Darrin laughed at Mitch's child-like exuberance. Settling into the seat and relaxing he enjoyed the scenery, and responded to Mitch's litany of his day when needed. But mostly he basked in the enjoyment of being with a man that he was realizing he had come to love deeply. Eventually Darrin realized they had left any semblance of a road and were traveling through waist high grass toward an overlook. Absently wondering where they were going, he was surprised when they parked at the edge of the overlook.

"Well we're here! What'd ya think!" said Mitch.

"Of what? We're in the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah! Isn't it great!" said Mitch, bounding out of the pickup.

Darrin stepped from the pickup and walked back to stand beside Mitch. He saw the look of rapt adoration on Mitch's face as he surveyed the land below them. Darrin turned to see what was holding Mitch's attention and found himself likewise enthralled. The inland sea of gray-green flowed for miles around them as the native prairie revealed itself under his careful scrutiny. Infrequent islands of darker green marked the small groves of trees that dotted this windswept vista. Darrin watched Mitch's expression change subtlety as he renewed himself from the land. But it wasn't a landscape that held wide appeal. It was a land that would test a person and crush them if they were found lacking. But Darrin realized in an instant that Mitch was enthralled with this harsh mistress, as it encapsulated all the stories that he had related to Darrin over the past year.

"It's beautiful," said Darrin in a whisper.

Mitch turned and smiled at him. "Yeah, it's pretty spectacular isn't it," Mitch turned back. "Someday. Someday I'll have a place like this."

Darrin smiled and walked over, wrapping his arm around Mitch's waist. "I'm sure you will Mitch. I'm sure you will."

Darrin paused for a minute, and mouthed almost silently. "Maybe we will." Mitch turned and kissed him.

"What babe?"

"Oh, " said Darrin. "Well, you said we were going to dinner. So . . ." Darrin indicated the empty landscape with a nod of his head.

Mitch chuckled and mussed Darrin's hair. "This is where we're eating! I made us a picnic. Isn't this a great place?!"

Darrin shook his head and laughed as he watched Mitch sprint to the pickup again and pulled out a plastic cooler and some blankets from behind the seat. Walking to the tailgate, he motioned for Darrin to lower it. Then he tossed down the blankets for them to sit on and wedged the cooler against the pickup bed. Turning he plopped on the tailgate and patted his hand on a spot beside him.

"Have a seat, babe. I've got us a great supper." Mitch began digging in the cooler. First he pulled out two ice-cold Budweisers, and handed Darrin one. Taking the bottle, Darrin twisted off the cap and tilted it to his lips and enjoyed the refreshing liquid as it slid down his dry throat. He lowered the bottle with a sigh.

"Oh yeah! What else do you have in there?"

Mitch sat down his own half-emptied beer and began pulling out the meal. It was mostly traditional picnic food, but there were a few things that Mitch seemed to be keeping back as a surprise. Darrin began piling food on his plate, but realized that there was no meat for the sandwiches.

"Umm, Mitch. You forgot the lunch meat."

"Nope!" said Mitch with a triumphant grin. Reaching back in, he hoisted out a sealed plastic container and handed it to Darrin. Darrin cracked open the plastic to the distinctive smell of fried baloney. Looking up at Mitch he stuttered."What? How?"

"Wade told me you loved fried baloney. So I cooked you some at the headquarters. His wife helped me put together some of the picnic things too."

"Wade . . . and his wife . . . helped. So. What did you? How did you explain . . . us." said Darrin with a shiver of dread.

"I just told 'em I thought we needed a break. Yup, they're good people. Said to tell you hi."

Darrin nodded, trying to digest this information with his meal. His stomach clenched as he worried about the possible consequences of Mitch's information, but finally cast off his anxiety and enjoyed the meal. As they finished the last of the potato salad, Mitch looked at Darrin with that mischievous grin that Darrin was starting to recognize as trouble.

"What have you done?" said Darrin.

"Nothing, nothing at all. Just a little surprise is all." Mitch reached into the cooler again and pulled out a can of whipping cream. "I thought we might like some dessert."

"But what are you-" Darrin paused as it dawned on him that the whipped cream was for a very adult dessert.

Mitch started shaking the can while he stared at Darrin. "Take off your shirt, stud. I want to see your hairy chest."

"Here!" said Darrin with a squeak.

"Yes here. Who's going to see anything?"

Darrin glanced from side to side as if anti-sex patrols were going to jump from the grass surrounding them. Scrutinizing the horizon closely, he realized that Mitch was right, there were no signs of human touch in sight. He quickly decided this was part of the new Darrin and tugged his black shirt over his head and laid it over the side of the pickup. Mitch leaned over to Darrin with a lecherous look on his face as he squirted whipped cream over one of Darrin's nipples. He gasped slightly as the cold sensation coating his nipple. Mitch leaned toward his chest and his hot tongue slowly emerging from his mouth and sliced through the froth, hitting Darrin's nipple. Erotic sensations surged through Darrin as the electric jolts ran from his chest.

"Oh fuck," said Darrin with a sigh. "That feels so good."

Mitch's acknowledgement was an increase in speed, as he trailed his tongue over Darrin's nipple, removing the cream a slice at a time. He moved to Darrin's other nipple and repeated his actions and when he finished, Mitch had two hard red columns protruding from Darrin's chest hair. Mitch straddled him, their crotches pressed against each other, their jeans causing a wonderful friction as Mitch dry humped his lover's groin. Laying on Darrin, he began to rub and kiss over the wide chest under him. Stealing a kiss from Darrin's red lips, Mitch dove downward. Darrin sighed with desire as Mitch's oral performance twisted and dodged down his torso. Mitch paused as he reached Darrin's midriff, looking into his eyes with an expression of pure orneriness and grabbed the can again. Pressing the nozzle hard, he almost instantly filled Darrin's navel with whipped cream. Mitch quickly pressed his face onto Darrin's stomach, where he licked and sucked the slippery substance as Darrin writhed under him in helpless laughter. Mitch finally paused, allowing Darrin to regain his breath. Almost reduced to tears by his ticklish belly, Darrin gasped for air.

"Asshole! You're going to pay for that!" said Darrin between gasps.

Darrin's grab at Mitch was quickly aborted by a hot hand surrounding his package and squeezing tight, ratcheting up the levels of lust that were already approaching super nova.

"Yeah. . . Gonna get. . . Shit," muttered Darrin.

Darrin twisted and moaned as Mitch continued to knead his crotch. His lust mounted as flashes of sanity contemplated another climax in his jeans. But as his body began to tense, the pressure was suddenly gone. This left Darrin thrashing and begging for release. He rose to his elbows, enjoying the hot sensation of Mitch's fingers as he slowly was undressed; the unbuckled belt, the opened metal closure, and finally the lowering of the thick zipper on his Wranglers as Darrin's crotch was exposed. He almost giggled as Mitch paused and stared at his package.

Mitch said with a grin, "What do we have here, College? Did you find something to wear other than old man boxers?"

Looking down at the deep green jockstrap covering Darrin's package Mitch licked his lips. "Babe these are so sexy. They make me fuckin' horny"

"Well that was why I got 'em," said Darrin. "I'm glad you like them. I love the feel of my bare ass in my jeans too."

"Well then," said Mitch. "We might just have to start you a collection, cause they are fuckin' hot."

Mitch reached up and ran his hand over the rock hard cock inside the jockstrap. As he stroked back and forth, Mitch gently tugged the jock down and released the head of Darrin's cock so it towered above the elastic waistband. Darrin watched as Mitch shook the whipping cream again and then coated his throbbing glans. Gasping he waited in aching anticipation for what he knew would follow. Suddenly Mitch's hot tongue hit his cock and his moan of anticipation ended. His mouth felt like a red-hot branding iron against Darrin's cold and throbbing dick.

"Ohhh fuck." said Darrin, "That's amazing."

Darrin enjoyed the sights and sensations as Mitch worked his dick almost to orgasm again and again. The edging was driving Darrin to the limit of his sanity when suddenly Mitch paused, to Darrin's dismayed groan. He reached up and slowly slid the jock lower, hooking the wide elastic band under Darrin's balls. Trapped against his throbbing cock, Darrin's nuts were on full display and churning. Mitch moved so his mouth was inches from the exposed balls and blew his hot breath over them. Moving lower, his tongue flailed the exposed surface of Darrin's nuts and then dove down the length of his exposed cock. Mitch deposited a trail of fiery spit that left Darrin gasping.

Panting and needing release, Darrin distantly felt Mitch slide his boots off, kissing his foot as he slipped off each sock. Mitch ran his hands up Darrin's thighs, wrapped his fingers around Darrin's remaining clothes and slid them slowly down his legs. Darrin realized he was naked in a pickup bed, but somehow he didn't care so long as Mitch was with him. Mitch pressed himself on top of Darrin. His gentle kisses becoming more passionate as they made out. Mitch lifted his torso above Darrin, his hands braced on the muscular chest below him, as he rubbed his denim-covered ass over Darrin's bare stomach.