“Why?” asked Mitch.
“You heard me! They’re a fuck’n bunch of backward, ignorant, rednecks! They share one collective fuck’n brain,” said Trent, biting off each word.
“Ok, I’ve got that you don’t like them, and you can lay off the fuck language with me. What’s really bugging you?” asked Mitch in a calm voice.
Trent started to explode at Mitch, but paused, and the fight seemed to drain out of him. “I’m way behind. I haven’t been in school for the last two years and I’m not starting over in a classroom with a bunch of kids. I’m not! I swear I’ll leave if you think you’re go’n fuc— force me to go to class with a bunch of junior high kids.”
“Ok,” replied Mitch, “Let me talk to Darrin. We’ll see what we can do about it so you can graduate high school and not have to go to junior high classes.”
“Oh,” said Trent, suspicious of Mitch motives, “Yeah, well we’ll see. But I ain’t going to those kids classes and I’m not gonna stay in the classes I was stuck in today and look dumb.”
Mitch held up his hands in acknowledgment, “I got it. Let’s see what we can do. Josh is mending the south side of the corral. Why don’t you go help him.”
Trent barked out a laugh and didn’t move.
“What’s the problem?” asked Mitch.
“Well country boy and I ain’t exactly homies if you know what I mean.”
Mitch let out a long-suffering sigh, knowing the confrontation between the two young men was coming. In some ways, they were far too much alike; they just couldn’t see the similarities right now.
“Deal with it! Figure out how to work with Josh even if you don’t like each other.”
“Fuck’n great . . .” muttered Trent as he pulled on a coat and headed out the door.
Mitch chuckled to himself, thinking there is nothing quite as entertaining as watching two young bulls fight for territory.
Later that night, as he and Darrin were enjoying a few peaceful minutes, with Josh in his room and Trent safely in his house, Mitch brought up Trent’s problem to Darrin. Mitch gave him all the background he’d gotten earlier. Darrin got a strange smile on his face that had Mitch worried.
“You could do it,” said Darrin.
“I could do what?” said Mitch cautiously.
“You could home school him,” said Darrin with a huge smile on his face.
“Oh! No fuck’n way! I didn’t do that well in school myself,” said Mitch in retort.
“You’re the one who’s home to do it. I don’t see any other way for him to catch up and be able to graduate next spring.”
“Damnit! You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” said Mitch.
“Oh, hell yes!” said Darrin with a laugh.
Mitch let out a long sigh, “Ok, I’ll try. But I don’t think I’m that good of a teacher.”
“I’ll help. If you want,” came a voice from behind them.
Both men turned to see Josh standing behind them.
“You would? I didn’t think the two of you got along,” said Mitch.
“He’s an asshole, but I’d do it to help you two out,” replied Josh.
“There you go, Mitch. Lukewarm help is better than nothing,” said Darrin with the smile plastered across his face.
“You fucker,” said Mitch, who then turned to watch the TV.
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Darrin walked through the door and tossed his bag onto the couch as soon as he was in the living room. Dropping bonelessly beside it, he let out a huge sigh. Mitch looked up from his computer. Seeing the look on Darrin’s face, he moved to him and sat on the table in front of Darrin. The fact that Darrin didn’t scold him for sitting on the table was ample evidence that he was upset. He put his hand on Darrin’s knee and rubbed it softly. Darrin’s response was a quiet, more peaceful, sigh.
“What happened?” asked Mitch.
“I hate my job. I hate dealing with adults with the mentality of a spoiled five year old. I hate the politics of academia. I hate it all,” said Darrin quietly, sounding dispirited.
“Yeah, so far that’s the same crap you deal with every day. What new thing added to it today?”
“Boorman again would be my guess, but I don’t know that for sure. The personnel committee has ‘questions’ about my review. I even talked to Emma but she didn’t know either. There are times when I seriously consider sending out those snapshots we got in Lawton of him, ” said Darrin with a sigh.
“But you won’t, we won’t, because then you’re on his level,” said Mitch with a knowing grimace on his lips.
“No, we won’t, because it would be stooping to his level. But, man! Sometimes . . .”
“You know, it doesn’t mean you can’t mess with him . . .” said Mitch with a grin.
Darrin let out a chuckle, “You are an evil man sometimes Mitchell McRichards, I’m damn glad you’re on my side.”
Mitch smiled back, “Yes, you are.”
Mitch leaned forward and kissed Darrin softly, lingering for a few seconds to feel the roughness of his goatee before settling back on the table. Picking up Darrin’s foot, he slipped off one of his boots, and then lifted the other and slid it off. He sat the pair down on the side of the table and rubbed his husband’s feet while Darrin relaxed against the couch. Mitch’s foot rub soon traveled up his calves, soothing the tight muscles in his legs. Reaching up he started to unbutton Darrin’s pants to slide them off. Darrin grabbed his hands to stop him.
“The kids . . .”
Mitch chuckled, “Our children are fine. Josh is at the library. I think he’s finally studying. Trent went to the guesthouse, his house, hours ago, and he never comes back once he leaves. Relax, we might not have any time alone for weeks.”
Darrin paused for a minute, and then shimmied out of his pants and underwear, his half-hard cock slithering across his leg. Mitch leaned down with a smile and sucked it into his mouth and started nursing it to life. Darrin moaned and pulled up his shirt, caressing his stomach and chest as his cock hardened in Mitch’s mouth. Soon he was rubbing across his nipples while Mitch focused on the sensitive head of his cock. After several long minutes, Darrin was breathing heavily from the expert head job Mitch was giving him. As Mitch released his throbbing cock, Darrin let out a sigh of disappointment.
Mitch stood and quickly stripped off his pants and underwear. He straddled Darrin on the couch, grinding his ass against Darrin’s hard dick and smearing his hairy ass with precum. After a few swipes of his cock down Mitch’s ass trench, Darrin was ready to fuck. Mitch stymied his tries at penetration though, until he was dripping precum and beyond horny. Then Mitch reached back, positioned Darrin’s cock and slowly impaled himself. Lifting up gradually and then pushing back down, he enjoyed the pressure from Darrin’s cock as it drilled itself deep inside.
With a tight grip on Darrin’s neck, Mitch started riding his cock. Driving it deep inside with each pass, they were soon both swimming in the waves of passion. For many long minutes, pleasure built in both of them as their lovemaking reconnected them in ways that would have been impossible otherwise. Soon the fever pitch of heightened lust enveloped them, the heat of their lovemaking flashing through their systems, turning their cheeks red and giving their skin that pink flush of orgasm.
Mitch plunged down one last time, knowing his climax was close, and started grinding his hips in circles on Darrin’s pelvis, scrapping hard over his prostate with each revolution. With the passage of a few heartbeats, Mitch’s orgasm began. Cum raced through his cock, jetting across Darrin’s shirt and chest. The small gasps of pleasure, along with the tightening of his muscles, caused Darrin to pitch over the edge and start emptying his nuts into Mitch. The two rode their waves of orgasm as time seemed to freeze for them both, their bodies and souls melding.