Trent barked a laugh at Mitch’s statement, “Yeah, some of the worst of my foster parents were fuck’n pillars of the community and went to church every time they opened the fuck’n doors.”
“I can’t say you’re wrong, Trent. But nothing has happened here, right? Did you make it almost three weeks at any of the other homes before something happened?” said Mitch.
Trent started to argue and then slowly closed his mouth. He realized that none of the three men had tried anything with him and usually, if it was going to start, it would have by now. Either the intimidation to bully him into sex, or seducing him into it, one or the other should have started by now. Trent suddenly felt confused, this wasn’t fitting into any of his experiences, and he didn’t like it when things didn’t fit. They’re just holding out longer, he decided. They were getting tired of him, but were lasting longer. It would happen, Trent was sure. Now that he had made this experience fit into his expectations, he could relax and plan his exit. He was stockpiling a lot of useful things, he might last for months on the street without needing to sell himself again. Actually with the decent clothes he might be able to get a job.
This flashed through his mind in a span of seconds, and Trent turned back and almost smiled at the trio.
“Yeah, great. It’s just fuck’n fantastic here. Never been happier,” said Trent, dripping sarcasm.
“Great! Then could you two darling children go back to fix’n the corral without killing each other?”
Both young men turned and started toward the door. They each had a new perspective, but they were so radically different that they might as well be from different universes.
Darrin sighed as the door closed behind them, wondering if the family would survive Trent. Turning to Mitch he quipped. “That boy wouldn’t be happy if he was hung with a new rope.”
Mitch laughed and rubbed his hand across Darrin’s head. “You do realize that’s a fucking strange saying.”
Darrin thought a second and then chuckled, “Yeah, it is weird isn’t it.”
>
Mitch let out a long breath of air and then tried to explain the math problem to Trent, again. Unfortunately, math wasn’t really his strong suit either. But he was taking the home schooling seriously and Trent actually seemed to be soaking it up. As Mitch had guessed, it wasn’t that Trent was stupid; he was just behind since he had missed the last several years of school. But he had made amazing progress in the last few weeks and was working through the freshmen level work quickly. But now they were doing geometry, and Mitch was floundering.
“It’s the tangent.”
Trent and Mitch looked up to the source of the statement to find Josh standing beside them looking over Trent’s shoulder.
“It’s the tangent, see here,” said Josh and then launched into a detailed explanation of the problem. With a few more suggestions, he had helped Trent work through two more problems that they had been struggling with for hours. Mitch backed away quietly and watched as the two worked together, without death threats.
Mitch was fixing supper when Darrin came in and gave him a welcome home kiss. Turning to see the two combatants working together, he turned and gave Mitch a questioning look. Raising his arms in a shrug, Mitch indicated his lack of understanding too. Darrin wrapped his arms around Mitch and held him for a few minutes while he watch the younger two doing Trent’s homework.
“First getting the final paperwork for us signed this morning, and then the truce with the warring factions. I’m not sure which was more surprising.”
Mitch laughed, “Getting you to finish all the legal paperwork so we can make decisions for each other was a pain in the ass. But it’s all finished now. But I think the two of them working together took divine intervention.”
“Well, let’s get supper ready and maybe it will last a little longer before the next round of gunfire,” said Mitch with a grin.
Darrin chuckled, “A quiet meal, imagine that.”
>
“Come on, Trent. Damn, I swear you’re worse than taking some old woman shopping. You must have looked at every shirt,” complained Mitch.
“I’m almost finished. Hang on, Grandpa.”
“Grandpa my ass, I can whip your skinny butt with—” Mitch stopped talking when he saw that Trent was fixated on something else. Scanning the people around them, Mitch couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“What are you looking at?” he asked Trent.
“That guy over there. He’s the one the Sheriff caught me with.”
“What guy?”
“That one!” said Trent as he pointed at a medium sized man with slightly curly dark hair. Mitch watched the man Trent pointed out, feeling that he was oddly familiar. Suddenly the person in question turned his head and Mitch realized why, it was Kevin Boorman.
“That guy? With the curly dark hair? You sure?” asked Mitch.
“Fuck yes I’m sure. I was spitting out curly pubes for days after blowing him,” said Trent.
“I’m go’n kill him,” muttered Mitch as he started across the store to confront Boorman. Suddenly he felt a tug backward and turned to see Trent holding onto him with a blank expression on his face.
“Let go. I’m going to beat the shit out of that mother fucker!” said Mitch through clenched teeth.
“No, you’re not. Fuck’n think a minute! You beat the little fucker and then you’re in jail. Cause right now he ain’t done shit wrong and you’re go’n be all up in his shit. Then the two goodie, goodies at home will be pissed at me,” said Trent almost in a whisper. “What’s the fuck’r to you anyway?”
“He gave Darrin and I hell about being gay and out in grad school, and now he makes life miserable for Darrin cause they work together,” spat out Mitch, still furious.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better . . . he fuck’n sucks at giving head, doesn’t even know to cover his teeth!”
Mitch had to laugh at that, he knew he should be offended and tell Trent to watch his language if he ever wanted to fit in around here, but the idea of Trent giving Boorman pointers on oral sex was just so over the top that he couldn’t do anything but laugh at it.
“Besides,” continued Trent, “Now you have something on him. So next time the fuck’r starts shit with Darrin, smack! You got his ass in a crack.”
Mitch shook his head, realizing that in some ways Trent might be the most mature of any of them. “Ok, ok, I won’t beat his ass like a drum, but he has you to thank for it. Let’s get home before I change my mind.”
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Trent walked through the living room of his house, drying his hair, his cock flopping as he danced around the room to the music he had blaring. He was starting to relax a little, but he still didn’t have all the puzzle pieces to what was going on at the ranch. Somehow, someway, this was still just too good. Mitch, he liked. Mitch was cool and funny. Darrin was ok, but Trent thought he was still waiting for Trent to screw up and prove him right. Josh, well Josh was a prick, but he’d been spending enough time with that little blond twink he was dating that he hadn’t had time to annoy Trent.
Trent did a tight spin, long cock flapping against his leg. Suddenly he realized that he was not alone and froze. Turning to the door, he saw Josh standing and staring at him.