“Josh, calm down. It really was—” started Mitch.
“Whatever!” said Josh, who then stomped to his room.
Mitch turned to Darrin, who was still holding the wax dildo in his hand, and broke down laughing.
“It’s not funny. Those two are going to kill each other.”
“Or fall in love. It’s a close call,” said Mitch through the laughter.
Darrin gave him a last look of resignation, and then walked over and dropped the candle onto the glowing coals of the fireplace. Watching flames flare around the rapidly melting candle, he wondered how those two were ever going to reconcile their differences.
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Trent stepped out of the shower, slowly drying his generous package, and scratching the regrowing public hair. He was glad that he could stop shaving his body for a while. He’d kept it shaved so he would look younger to the johns, they’d pay more if they thought he was a kid. He vigorously rubbed his head, deciding he liked the short hair, even with his numerous ear piercings, although he had taken out the lip piercing. It just didn’t seem necessary any more. Dropping the towel to the floor, he walked into the bedroom and looked over the clothes he had laid out on the bed. Although he didn’t want anyone here to know, he was more than a little overwhelmed. Even before he’d been thrown out, he’d never owned more than two pairs of jeans, one to wear and one to wash. And they weren’t good jeans like the Wranglers Mitch had bought him either, they were usually from a thrift store.
He ran his hands over the material and briefly allowed himself to enjoy it. He knew that soon he’d be leaving because either they would try to have sex with him, or they’d get tired of playing the martyr to save the poor homeless boy. He’d had it play out both ways over the last couple of years. So regardless of what they said, Trent knew this situation couldn’t last. Trent nodded his head and decided. He’d keep two pair of jeans to wear, and save the others for when he had to leave. Same with the shirts, they were nice heavy winter material, which would be a lot better than the threadbare clothing he had been wearing.
Quickly organizing everything, he put the clothes he was going to wear in the dresser, and left the others in the plastic bags. He quickly and methodically planned for his exit, knowing it was coming. It might take longer here, but it was obvious the kid didn’t like him so it was only a matter of time.
After he’d finished, Trent sat on the bed and looked around the tiny house. It was the nicest place he’d ever lived. Everything was clean and neat, a small part of Trent thought that he would miss this place a little when he left, which worried him because he had started to think of it as his. Pulling back the sheets, he lay his bare skin against the sheets and had to sigh softly as the soft cloth caressed his back and ass. Trent ran his hands down his chest and into his crotch. He could feel the stubble of hair starting to come back, and he knew that it was going to itch like crazy while it did, but keeping his body shaved had been another allowance he’d made when he was selling himself.
Wrapping his hand around his flaccid cock, he had to smile. One thing he’d been blessed with was a shower and not a grower. His cock soft was long and thick, it just got harder when it was erect. That was one thing Trent had never minded, he liked his man-sized dick. While he fondled his stiffening cock, he ran his free hand over his chin and face. He’d have to shave it tomorrow or he’d start looking like a blond version of Mitch. He hadn’t realized how much body hair he had now, since he’d kept himself smooth for so many months.
Trent’s quarter sized nipples stiffened to nubs as he started rubbing his hardening cock. Soon it was standing up from his groin like a thick snake watching for prey. Trent ran his hand up from the base of his cock, stripping a load of precum from his cock. He ran his finger through the stream of clear viscous fluid that oozed from the tip of his cock. Lifting his finger to his lips, he tasted it and smiled as the fluid filtered through his mouth. Running his tongue over his palm, he soon had it wet and replaced his dry hand with the one lubed with spit.
Increasing the speed of his strokes, Trent pounded his now steel hard cock. As his rigid cock slid through his hand, he sucked on his fingers, wetting them. He lowered his spit-lubed finger to his ass, and stroked across his virgin hole while he flailed his dick. He’d never given any trick his ass, but Trent loved the feelings he got when he touched and fingered himself. Letting one finger glide into his entrance, he gasped slightly as the intruder burrowed into this gut. Curling his fingers forward, Trent found his prostate and started rubbing against it as his balls sucked tight against his dick.
Trent was quickly a contorted mass of muscle and sinew as his orgasm rolled over his body. Still fingering his ass, he could feel the first round of semen racing through his system. With a guttural noise from his lips, the first streamer of cum shot from Trent’s cock. The jizz hit Trent on the face with an audible splat, while he focused on jerking his exploding cock. As shot after shot of cum splattered across Trent’s chest, his body kept bringing up more and more. With a last convulsion, a blob of cum oozed from his slit and Trent collapsed against the bed.
Slowly returning to normal, Trent ran his hands over his body and smearing cum across his skin. The thick hot liquid was a definite turn on for Trent as he covered his torso with his jizz. Lifting his coated hand to his lips, Trent tasted his seed, enjoying its masculine favors. With a final satisfied sigh he lay back to relax, ready to get some sleep now that he had finished his nightly ritual.
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Trent got out and slammed the door to the pickup and almost ran to the guesthouse. Mitch was hot on his heels, wondering what had gotten into the boy. It was only the beginning of the third week for Trent at the ranch, but Mitch had thought he was starting to settle into the routine. But he’d been sullen and bad tempered today since Mitch had picked him up at high school. Mitch was only steps behind when Trent raced through the door, slamming it in Mitch’s face.
Mitch followed him in, just as Trent rushed into the bedroom. Mitch stood by the door and waited, thinking at least there wasn’t door on the bedroom for Trent to slam. He stood quietly, thinking he would stay until Trent was ready to tell him what was wrong, and he was certain he would at some point. Mitch watched and listened as books were slammed and papers were thrown across the room. He did notice that shoes and clothes were carefully put away and there were a few minutes of quiet while Trent changed into his old clothes. Mitch heard him shove his foot into his tennis shoe and then stomp into the kitchen. Mitch had to work to keep from smiling at what he knew would be typical teenage drama.
“I ain’t go’n back to that fuck’n school with those redneck hicks!” shouted Trent.