Wrangler Butts Ch. 06

"You know, this isn't fair. I don't think so good with you're touching me," said Darrin.

Mitch smiled and leaned against Darrin, caressing down Darrin's torso and then cupping his ass.

"To be honest, I wasn't trying to be fair," said Mitch.

Mitch kissed his way down Darrin's torso, gently licking his nipples and then kissing down his stomach while Darrin twitched at the sensation. When Mitch arrived at Darrin's jeans he blew his hot breath over his crotch. Opening his mouth, he bared his teeth and gently gnawed on the sausage in Darrin's pants. Darrin gasped at the first bite and then began running his hands over his own chest as Mitch's efforts sent wonderful sensations through his body.

"Oh god Mitch. That feels amazing."

Mitch looked up and moved his mouth away from the mound of hard, denim-covered flesh. He ran his hands over Darrin's crotch before reaching up to open his jeans. The soft pop of metal through denim, followed by the quiet shush of a zipper opening was music to Mitch's ears. Sliding his hands up to the taut waistband of Darrin's jockstrap he pulled it below Darrin's nuts and then wrapped his fist around Darrin's leaking dick. Mitch stroked Darrin's hard member slowly while he watched him rub his nipples. Mitch gripped tighter, getting even more turned on by the deep purple color that Darrin's cockhead was turning. Squeezing his hand up the turgid length of Darrin's cock, Mitch watched a blob of clear honey accumulate and then he leaned in and sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh fuck. That feels amazing. Damn you have me horny!"

Mitch raised his head, allowing saliva to stream over Darrin's cock. Gripping his hand tightly around it, Mitch started stroking his man's cock intently. Darrin twisted his nipples harder, loving the sensations enveloping his body. His hips thrusting into Mitch's hand, Darrin soon felt that familiar sensation as his balls began pumping cream out. His muscles tensed as he began shooting. After two or three huge streams the remainder of his cum oozed out like white lava.

As Darrin recovered from his orgasm induced high he moved closer to Mitch, gently touching his rough face. Moving slightly he leaned against the wall and then pulled Mitch tight against him. Not caring that his cum coated chest was pressed against Mitch's back, he struggled to open Mitch's jeans. Once released, Mitch's hard cock sprung out, slinging a trail of precum across them. While Darrin held Mitch tight against him with one hand, his other hand slipping through Mitch's dense bush. Moving through the curly pubic hair under his fingers, Darrin found the object of his search. He wrapped his fingers around Mitch's cock and stroked it slowly. Darrin buried his face against Mitch, immersing himself in the scent and texture of his boyfriend. He inhaled deeply as his hand ran under Mitch's shirt. Mitch relaxed against him, letting Darrin pleasure him as his eyes closed to savor the feelings coming over him. Even at Darrin's slow leisurely pace, Mitch was soon grinding his back against him, moaning for release. Soon Darrin hit Mitch's sweet spot one too many times and he began to unload. His first jet fountained straight up and then fell to the floor with a splat. His head rolled back against Darrin as the next shots ribboned across the floor between his legs. Mitch relaxed as the last of the white jizz oozed out of his still throbbing cock.

"Oh hell ya! That was fuckin' amazing," said Mitch with a sigh.

"Yup, it was. But now we are kinda a mess."

Mitch smiled and pulled over a small metal box like you buy at an army surplus store. Snapping it open he pulled out a roll of paper towels and yanked off a few of them. After wiping the cum off himself, he turned to Darrin and went to work. It quickly devolved into a tickling game as Darrin tried to keep a very persistent Mitch away from his stomach and sides. In spite of that, the two soon found their way out of the tree house and on their way back to the house. Walking in Darrin noticed a new person in the kitchen, but they quietly retreated to Mitch's bedroom and cleaned up before coming back down. Mitch's mother cocked her head at them for a minute and then shook her head. Seeing his wife's expression, Mitch's dad spun around on his stool, stood up and held out his hand to Darrin.

"Mike McRichards, nice to meet ya," he said.

Darrin shook the offered hand and was a little relieved that it was just a normal firm handshake. No posturing. No domination game. Mike took a couple of beers from the fridge and handed them to the guys. They moved into the living room as Mitch's mother started getting out desserts for them. The sweets and beer relaxed everyone and they enjoyed a quiet, calm evening talking with each other. Darrin discovered Mitch's parents were good-natured, genuine people who didn't seem to have any problem with Mitch's sexuality. Mitch had obviously told them about the verbal slurs in the department, as well as the incident in Colorado. Not that they had solutions, but they were sympathetic and concerned about Mitch and Darrin's safety. They did hint that they would like grandchildren, and that it was up to Mitch to provide them, to which he assured them that they were trying whenever possible, causing roaring laughter from Mitch's father and Darrin to turn a bright red. Darrin did get a few questions about his background and family, but nothing too intrusive. As the evening chill started to seep into the room, Patsy excused herself to go to bed. Mike spent a few more minutes with the couple. He eventually yawned and then stretched.

"I guess it's time for me to head upstairs too. It was nice getting to get know you, Darrin."

Darrin nodded, "Yeah, it was fun. I enjoyed the evening too."

Turning to his son Mike smiled, "Son, you picked a good one. It's about time too." He walked a few steps and then paused. Giving us that ornery look that Darrin knew far too well from Mitch he said "Remember, your bed squeaks, loud."

Mitch turned cherry red. His face was so hot that Darrin thought his ears might combust. As his dad walked off with a hearty laugh, Darrin turned to get an explanation from Mitch.

"I had a sleep-over when I was 16, and the next day Dad said it was a wonder that the bed didn't break from all the activity," Mitch said sheepishly.

Darrin chuckled, but also wondered about his man who seemed to have had so many partners in his life. Darrin couldn't imagine that he stood up very well in comparison. But there was no need to worry about squeaky beds that night. Both of them were tired and fell asleep almost as soon as their heads touched the pillows.

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Dawn found Darrin waking up slowly in a bed with only himself in it. He looked around and saw that Mitch's boots and clothes were missing and wondered where he had gone. Stretching once, he got up and slipped on his jeans and shirt from last night. Quietly walking down the stairs he slipped into the kitchen, only to find Mitch's mother cleaning up from breakfast.

"Mornin'," said Darrin.

"Mornin' Darrin. You hungry?"

"Yes Ma'am. I am, and whatever you cooked smells great."

"Just eggs and biscuits. Nothing fancy around here."

Darrin ducked into the bathroom and washed up. By the time he got back in the kitchen a plate piled with biscuits and fried eggs were waiting on him. While the food might not be considered 'fancy', it was delicious. The biscuits were several inches thick and fluffy as a cloud, and the eggs were deep orange-yoked beauties that tasted amazing. Darrin quickly cleaned his plate and then carried the dishes to the sink to wash and put them on the drying rack. Patsy was bustling around the room and looked up as he finished.

"Mitch and Mike are out in the woodlot. It's around the far shed."

Darrin nodded, grabbed a light jacket and headed out the door. He quickly realized it wouldn't take much to find them when the roar of a chainsaw split the early morning quiet. Following the sound he found them cutting firewood and jumped in to help. In spite of the slight chill in the morning he and Mitch were soon stripped to their t-shirt, which were rapidly becoming soaked with sweat. The three of them reached a rhythm and time passed so quickly that Darrin was surprised when Mike stopped them for lunch.

Darrin enjoyed the open, happy relationship Mitch had with his parents, and couldn't help but be a little jealous that he would never have the same thing with his own parents. He was fairly quiet through the meal as he mulled over these thoughts, to the point that he saw Mitch glancing at him occasionally. As they washed the last of the dishes together Mitch finally spoke up,

"What are you thinkin'? 'Cause you have been way too quiet through lunch. I know you, I know you are obsessing over something."

"Nah, it's ok."

"Don't. Don't lie to me Darrin. I've lived with you long enough to know when you are lyin'."

Darrin let out a long sigh, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I was thinking about how well you and your parents get along. And . . . well and wishing I could have that with my parents. But that's never going to happen."

Mitch rubbed Darrin's back and then leaned in for a kiss. "I'm lucky, babe. I probably don't realize how lucky I am. I'm sorry if we made you feel bad."

Darrin nodded, "It's not your fault, and I know I'm just being stupid. But it just made me think. I didn't mean to put a damper on your time with you parents."

Mitch wrapped his hand around Darrin's neck and pulled them together until their foreheads touched. Darrin found himself lost in the deep brown eyes of his lover and took a long shuddering sigh.

"Come on. I think its time to get out of the house. We can go horseback riding for a few hours."

Darrin nodded and smiled, "Yeah, I think the last time we went horseback riding you had me behind you on the way home."

Mitch laughed and said, "Well someone is going to be riding behind this time too, because Mom and Dad only have one horse right now."

They walked out toward the pens with the bridle that Mitch had pulled from somewhere. Darrin walked behind Mitch for most of the walk, watching his tight ass in the well fitting Wranglers and feeling his own jeans get a little tighter from the sight. His obsession had him so distracted that he almost bumped into the large horse that Mitch was stroking. Darrin had never seen one like him. He certainly wasn't a Quarter horse, but he wasn't a draft horse either. He looked like the tight end on a football team, muscular but quick.

"What is he?"

"Feather is a Friesian. They used 'em to pull artillery around."

"And you have a saddle that'll fit this big mother fucker?" asked Darrin.

Mitch punched his arm and waved him to lower his voice. "Watch your mouth! If my mom hears you cuss she'll have your ass." Mitch looked around and smiled a little, "and to answer your question, no. We don't have a saddle for him. We'll ride him bareback," Mitch chuckled, "I told you I liked bareback best."

Darrin watched Mitch as he carefully put the bridle on the large horse. Mitch moved calmly and comfortably around the animal and Darrin realized it was largely the same way he dealt with people, calm and collected. As Mitch was tightening the final buckle a question occurred to Darrin.

"Hey Mitch, why in the world do you call this big ole boy Feather?"

Mitch smiled and then reached down to catch the long hair around the horses hoof. "These are feathers, babe. That's why we call him that."

Darrin reddened a little at something he felt he should have known. But before he could begin to wallow in it, he felt Mitch's hand tighten on his shoulder.

"College, it's a stupid name. But Mom picked it out, so Dad and I weren't about to say anything. But don't start thinking you should know everything again."

And with that Mitch vaulted onto the horse and scooted forward until he was almost sitting on mane. Extending his hand he helped Darrin up behind him, although Darrin struggled to get his seat. Finally they were settled and Mitch walked the horse a short distance, and then took him into a canter. The gait jarred Darrin so badly that he almost fell off, but saved himself by grabbing Mitch around the waist and holding on for dear life. Darrin thought he saw a slight smirk on Mitch's face, but couldn't be sure. But after a few minutes Darrin settled into the ride and relaxed enough to enjoy the scenery. Mitch's parents had a fairly small farm, but it sat next to federal forestland, which is where they went. As they rode through the pines Darrin relaxed against Mitch and felt very content. Eventually they came to a small, secluded clearing next to a stream.

"This looks like a good place to stop for lunch," said Mitch.

"That sounds fine, but unless you can eat pine straw there isn't much to eat around here," said Darrin.

Mitch threw his leg over the horse's neck and then jumped to the ground. Reaching inside his jacket he started pulling food from the inside pockets. He soon had several sandwiches and a couple of small bottle of juice arranged on the ground.

"Would this do?" he asked as he looked up at Darrin with a smile.

"I have no idea how you hid all that food inside that jacket, you little asshole. But yes, that looks great."

Darrin slid off the horse to the ground beside Mitch, but with little of Mitch's grace. Recovering from his awkward dismount, Darrin grabbed one of the sandwiches and walked over to the stream. Kneeling down he cupped his hand to drink.

"I wouldn't. . . " said Mitch.

Darrin looked back at him, "Why not, it's crystal clear."

"Babe, sometimes the water here has giardia in it. So unless you want to spend the rest of Christmas holiday in the shitter, I'd stick to the bottles I brought."

Darrin let the water dribble between his fingers and then wiped them self-consciously on his jeans. But his first bite of sandwich reminded him how hungry he was and he enjoyed the rest of the meal with gusto. After the leisurely lunch they decided it was time to start back.

"Babe, I'll ride behind you this time. Here, I'll help you get up on Feather," said Mitch. Interlocking his fingers Mitch created a step for Darrin, who wasn't very pleased with the connotation. But when he again got close to the horse he was reminded of its size and sighed in resignation. He knew that while he could eventually get mounted, it would take some time and a convenient stump to stand on wouldn't hurt either. Carefully placing his foot in the step created by Mitch's hands, he was soon on the horse. Mitch did take his hand when he offered it, but since he put almost no weight on it Darrin thought it was probably more to help him save face than any need on Mitch's part.

They enjoyed the quiet ride together as they chatted about their visit with Mitch's parents. The slow rocking of the horse had them relaxed and enjoying the ride. Darrin had been trying to retrace their earlier path, but when they entered a small open valley that he'd never seen before he admitted defeat.

"Mitch."

"Yeah."

"I have no idea where we are."

Darrin heard a chuckle from behind him, "Don't sweat it. I think I know where we are." Mitch turned slowly to get his bearings, nodding to himself, "Yeah, I know where we're at so you can relax, babe."

Mitch leaned forward, throwing his arms over Darrin's shoulders. Clamping his legs tight against the horse he raised himself up and kissed the back of Darrin's neck, enjoying the masculine scent that still lingered from this morning's work.

"I love being on a horse. It just feels right somehow," said Mitch.

"I might feel that way if I wasn't constantly thinking I was going to fall off," said Darrin with a chuckle.

"You know, the Mongols lived on their horses. They even had sex horseback."

"Yeah sure," said Darrin, "That would be something to see."

"Oh? Maybe we should try it out."

Darrin felt Mitch's rough hand in the middle of his back, pressing him forward. Not sure what was going on he moved down until his chest was resting on the horse. Darrin then heard a somewhat familiar click and then gasped as he felt the chill of cold metal against his skin, followed immediately by the kiss of cool air over his ass.

"Don't move, I'd hate to cut you," said Mitch.

"What the fuck are you doing?" yelled Darrin.

"Sex on horseback, babe. Sex on horseback."

Darrin started to argue when he felt this cheeks being pried apart and a wad of hot spit hit his exposed hole. As Mitch's finger began spreading the wet coating over his pucker, Darrin moaned and lost whatever argument he was going to make. When Mitch's thick finger slid into him, the familiar sensation caused Darrin's head to swim. Unable to do more than gasp, Darrin held onto the horse as Mitch added more spit and another finger. Darrin could tell from the noises escaping from Mitch that sex was going to be quick and hard, exactly what he wanted. Mitch's fingers slid out and he spat another wad onto Darrin's hole. Quickly he pushed it inside of Darrin with three stiff fingers. Darrin gasped at the extra girth and then relaxed his hole, opening it to Mitch.

Darrin felt the horse move and part of this mind realized they were screwing in the middle of a clearing, on a horse, in a national forest. But the louder side said 'fuck it!' and was ready to be taken. Feather moved slightly as Mitch moved into position, letting his fingers slip out of Darrin. Mitch ran his leaking cock up and down Darrin's crack, coating it with precum. Darrin could feel the slickness building, as was his lust. Mitch pressed harder with each pass, his swollen head dipping in and out of Darrin's pucker.

Moans escaped from Darrin at Mitch's rougher treatment. He had never admitted it to Mitch, but he liked it rough sometimes and had even thought a little bondage play would be fun. But he had never reached the point where he was comfortable showing his inner freak to Mitch. Darrin's focus was snapped back to the present as Mitch's cock rammed forward, the final push shoving it inside Darrin's gut. Expecting Mitch to stop and give him a chance to recover, he was surprised when Mitch continued to press deeper inside him. The pain radiated from his butt as Mitch's dick burrowed steadily into his gut. Darrin's breath hissed between his teeth in pain and relief as he felt Mitch's pubic hair grind against his ass. Once he was buried inside Darrin, Mitch laid his chest across Darrin's back and made small motions with his pelvis as he gave Darrin time to relax. Darrin enjoyed the feeling of fullness as the wonderful sensations of sex radiated from his butt.

Unconsciously Darrin started pushing back against Mitch as his desire overcame the lingering pain. Mitch smiled as he recognized his partner's receptivity and slowly pulled back, until only the head was still embedded and then he plunged forward, burying himself deep inside. Darrin gasped again as his breath rushed out through his teeth when Mitch raked across his prostate. The sensations of making love in the open and on horseback were so overwhelming that Darrin forgot to be afraid of discovery. As Mitch pumped into him, Darrin buried his face against the horse's neck, breathless with pleasure as his body responded. Largely helpless against the onslaught that Mitch was accomplishing, Darrin was swimming in delirious lust.

"Oh fuck. Drill me Mitch. Fuck!"

"You like that, babe? You like being screwed on a horse?" asked Mitch.

"Oh god yes. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

With that Mitch moved so he could pound Darrin harder. Unable to get the same kind of position on a horse his lovemaking was more erratic, which served to put them both on an incredible sexual edge. Mitch grabbed Darrin's crotch, groping it roughly as he thrust into his ass again and again through the now ragged hole in his jeans. The tantalizing feelings built and ebbed until the pressure was almost unbearable. Mitch's balls sucked tight against his shaft and Darrin could feel the wet sensation in his jeans as his leaking cock soaked through the jock and drenched his pants. Mitch hit his sweet spot over and over, Darrin almost coming each time. As Mitch slithered over his prostate in a particularly delicious thrust, Darrin grunted and erupted into his jeans.