It was just like old times. Jeff and Sean both had classes that night and Carlos was the DB (designated babysitter). So they were alone and started early, huddled under a warm blanket, Miguel in Carlos’ lap, chests and lips together, synchronizing hearts as Carlos cupped Miguel’s hot lively ballsand ringed the base of the shaft with thumb and forefinger. Miguel flipped a little and Carlos began to massage his cute little, but very hot, butt, fingers straying repeatedly into the gateway to Nirvana, finger-fucking as far as the nut. Miguel felt warm, safe and cherished as he necked and teased Carlos’ tits. While Carlos realized he had everything he wanted right on top of him in his lap. He was euphoric and thankful—and horny as fuck. He had a hot and ready lover ready to play. Carlos stood and lifted Miguel into a cradle-like-carry as he marched to their room.
He carefully positioned Miguel in their bed, rolled up his legs and bathed his taint and balls with warm sloppy kisses, inhaling the musky scent of his love. Miguel squirmed as his fingers moved through the beautiful curls, whispering words of endearment. (Despite being really into Carlos, Miguel had learned to modulate his loudness during sex—except of course at the end.) Then he pulled Carlos up and their lips met again as their rigid cocks rested side by side between rock hard sets of abs, oozing precum.
Carlos positioned, applied pressure and popped inside. Each time felt new. Miguel was tight and hot and responsive. Carlos shuddered in pleasure and thrust still deeper as Miguel moaned in response. Fingers moved to nipples and squeezed as the nipples engorged. Shots of nervous energy like lightning passed through both of their bodies. Carlos bottomed, leveraged in to crowd the love nut and reached behind Miguel to draw him up into a clinch. All too soon, the sap began to rise. Deep inside both felt the wave approaching the shore. It rumbled and tumbled, getting larger and more powerful with each second. They were enveloped in it, holding tightly to each other for safety, bobbing in its fury. Then there was the crash. Miguel screamed his release and shot his first between their chests, “Oh fuck. I love you Carlos. Now, fuck me hard.” They erupted almost simultaneously and melted into each other, soaking in the foamy waves of their cum. This was love. It conquered all of Miguel’s fears and glued him to his mate. He was sure they were going to make it.
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Sean had always been the most directed of the four—perhaps out of necessity since there wasn’t much family support to be expected. He had continued his computer engineering program at W&M and was already being scouted by several high tech firms. He and Jeff had also become inseparable. After Thanksgiving, Jeff had finally convinced Sean to accept some ass play—which led to Jeff topping Sean. Sean was converted almost immediately. He loved the stimulation—particularly from a long-dicked stud like Jeff, and quickly swallowed his fear of effeminacy. Now they flipped almost every day. Sean’s ass became as cock-hungry as his dick had been asscunt-seeking. He knew he had someone special in Jeff, a serious, quiet, but incredible love-maker! That guy was deep! Really deep! (As of course, was he, on a regular basis.) Sean had found a guy with a cock nearly as long as his own—and Jeff knew how to use it, particularly with a lover.
Jeff was perhaps the most undecided about the future. He loved soccer, but knew he wasn’t pro-quality. It would only be a hobby after next year. His folks had urged him to “stay open” and take courses in various areas. They had the money, and he had the time to decide on career later—presumably after grad school. So he had no specific plans and really no particular job skills. He was the quintessential “liberal arts” grad—worthless to so many, but so valuable to themselves. Lots of potential, but few “what can you do for me now?” talents.
Then, in a really unexpected, but sad way, the decision was taken out of his hands. In May, his father had a fatal heart attack. The semester was almost over, and he had been planning to return to the ranch near San Diego for the summer. He had convinced Sean to “intern” at one of the high tech firms that had located on the north side of the city, not far from the ranch. Thus, they could spend the summer together. Jeff had not yet disclosed to his folks that he was gay and that he and Sean were together.
Jeff’s Mom was pleased that he was coming home for the summer. She still did not understand that Sean was his boyfriend. She had taken Don Bridges death very hard, and wasn’t really focusing on Jeff. They were young and had been very much in love. The ranch was lonely—26 acres northeast of San Diego at the edge of the Cleveland National Forest with a barn and paddock that currently held seven horses in addition to Jeff’s two—all tended by their owners and all paying modest boarding fees. Sandy liked having people around. But the users of the barn were just that—not relatives, not friends. There were no real neighbors. Even shopping was miles away. So she had no one to talk to. And had fallen into a grief-induced depression. Even an occasional ride into the forest didn’t help.
During the summer, she decided that she was going to move to a downtown condo—and sell the ranch. She didn’t need the money—Don had left a large insurance policy and a larger estate, and she had a terrific consultancy practice. But, she needed people around her, and she wanted the vibrancy of a downtown location. She discussed her decision with Jeff who was crestfallen. This had been his home for twenty plus years. He loved the ranch. He loved to ride.
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The prospect of losing the ranch was just too much after the loss of his father. Even Sean found him to be in a bad place, and tried to help. But Jeff’s life was about to be upended. Perhaps for the first time in his life, he felt lost and undirected. Sean was his only consolation, but Sean’s ability to help was mostly emotional.
Finally, Jeff asked her to lease the farm for a year to think about the big move, and to give him time to consider his options. Of course, she readily agreed and before Jeff and Sean returned to W&M, the place had been leased to a family with two pre-teen daughters who were “horse-crazy.” They would care for the place (and Jeff’s two horses, which were probably a little large for the girls, but…)—and the boarders could continue to keep horses. Jeff had bought another year to decide, but some ideas were already percolating.
Upon return to W&M—and the final year of their soccer friendship—Jeff consulted quietly with the placement office. He had decided—tentatively—if he had the courses, the smarts and a little luck. He wanted to attend UC San Diego. They had a unique program in cooperation with UC Davis in veterinary medicine—focusing on livestock, particularly horses. Jeff wanted to do a doctorate and create a horse rehab center and hospital at the ranch. He knew it was an ambitious goal, but there wasn’t much downside. The ranch could always be sold. And a vet rarely had trouble finding a job.