Wrangler Butts Ch. 01

In spite of Mitch's appearance at the final Darrin didn't see him again that day, or the next. The weekend arrived and Darrin worked to put together the equipment and supplies he needed for an impending data collection trip. His own research, as well as Mitch's, was actually based at a remote, but enormous, ranch located more than 200 miles west of the university in the Texas hill country. Mostly grass and mesquite it was a remote location, but the site of most of the department's cattle research. During the summer the graduate students, Mitch and Darrin among them, were at the station often working on their projects and collecting data.

Monday morning found Darrin finishing his preparation for the looming weeks at the station. As he began to check everything for the third time he felt a presence and turned to look at the door. Leaning against the door was Mitch.

"Hey"

"Hi Mitch, how's things?"

"I need a ride, to the station. Can I bum one with you? I'm kinda broke right now and don't really want to be out the gas money."

"Yeah. Sure! You know you can. Anytime." said Darrin.

"Ok. . .Thanks. I gotta get my shit together for tomorrow. 5am right?"

"Yup, 5am. See you then."

Mitch walked off leaving Darrin to his thoughts. Well at least he's speaking to me mused Darrin. Moving back to check everything yet again, a flicker of a smile flitted across his face as he vividly recalled the tight wranglers that Mitch was wearing, with just the right amount of wear on the crotch to show off his package. Shaking his head at his own ridiculous obsession, he wrapped up the three days of preparation.

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Five o'clock in the morning is a fucking miserable time to start a trip, thought Darrin. He got out of his pickup as Mitch pulled up beside him in the parking lot.

"Morning. Need any help?"

"No." said Mitch, who quickly moved his clothes and research materials into Darrin's pickup. Finishing in record time he jumped into the cab of the little Tacoma. A brief smile flickered on his lips.

"Kind of a pussy truck don't you think?" asked Mitch, not really looking at Darrin.

"It's. . . fine. I don't need a big ass truck like you have."

Mitch grunted and slid down in the seat. Pulling his baseball cap over his eyes he leaned against the door and quickly fell asleep as Darrin started their five-hour drive.

As Darrin drove westward the rising sun began to highlight the surrounding countryside. He recalled the nights that Mitch shared his dream of a ranch. In the predawn beauty Darrin saw how Mitch could feel the way he did. Everything appeared so calm and peaceful, and peace was one thing that Darrin almost ached for. Suddenly the pickup bounced violently as it recoiled from a pothole in the deserted state highway. The small truck lurched, throwing both passengers against the seat belts.

"Damn!" boomed Mitch.

"Sorry, didn't see the hole."

Mitch glanced behind them at the road and resettled himself into the seat.

"Pull over, I gotta piss."

"Yeah, me too. Hold on, that looks like a good place."

Darrin slowed and pulled into the grass at the side of the highway. Killing the truck he jumped out and walked around the pickup to whizz. Just as he rounded the tailgate, Darrin heard the familiar sound of a heavy zipper. Looking up he watched for a second as Mitch fished his cock out and then tugged it a few times in preparation of emptying his bladder. Darrin was mesmerized at the pale pink tool emerging from Mitch's fist, his hips thrust forward, his heavy stream emerged in a torrent from the tip of his cock and arched to the grass. Mitch watched his stream for a few seconds and then started twisting his hips.

"Gotta make sure we water everything the same," Mitch glanced up and smiled for the first time Darrin can recall recently. Seeing that Darrin was staring at him his temporary smile turns back into a scowl.

"What?" said Mitch.

Darrin realized his stare had gone on for awkward length of time. Moving quickly he pulled his own cock out and breathed a sigh of relief as his pressure filled bladder began to empty. Darrin concentrated on taking care of business, wishing his cock to not go from plump to boner. Unwilling to let the moment pass without another glance at the object of his desire, Darrin shifted his eyes toward Mitch and watched as Mitch shook the last drops of urine from his dick. Darrin sighed to himself as the beautiful cock was tucked back into Mitch's jeans.

It dawned on Darrin that he never answered the question. Shaking his head Darrin said, "Nothing. Just tired. Zoning, I guess."

Mitch nodded and then stretched hugely, his so sexy, hairy, stomach catching the morning light as his shirt slid up his torso, his jeans falling down slightly, displaying where the dark pool of hair around his navel morphed into a thick, dark pubic patch. As his arms went down, Darrin realized the show really was over now and went back to his own, now fully distended, cock. Shoving it into his jeans, he walked awkwardly back to the drivers side. Looking over at Mitch to discover a cap-covered face, Darrin sighed softly, sad that the brief camaraderie had apparently ended.

The novelty of the drive soon evaporated in the heat of the early Texas summer day. Resigned to a long silent drive Darrin stared ahead and contemplated how he could fix the situation with Mitch. Arriving at the station in late morning, he drove to the house used by the graduate students, which was several miles from the main facilities. He and Mitch quickly tossed their belongings into the small house and headed to the headquarters. They arrived as the assignments are being made, since today they would be helping separate cows and calves for weaning and working the calves. Using a mixture of horseback and ATV, the group mobilized to bring in the herds. Moving quickly and efficiently, they worked the first two groups of cattle without any issues and then stopping for lunch. While enjoying his sandwich in the scant shade of a lone elm tree, Darrin noticed whispering and tension among the permanent station employees. He leaned to one of the hands that he knew from previous data gathering trips.

"Wade, what's up with the crew?"

He got a headshake and a one-word answer, "Brahmans."

Running through his head Darrin tried to remember the specifics of the breed. Heat tolerant, humped cattle from India was all he could recall. A vaguely remembered sidebar about temperament but nothing as dire as the crew projected. Shrugging his shoulders and shoving down the last of his sandwich and pop, Darrin climbed back on the ATV and headed to the last 1,000 acre pasture.

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With dusk falling the crew drug into the headquarters, mostly successful in their afternoon's work. Darrin now had a new appreciation for the term 'Brahman', at least when it was applied to a breed of cattle. He replayed the afternoon, the near misses as cows attacked cowboys trying to separate them from their calves, headlong gallops across rough terrain to head off runaways, the seemingly hundreds of near misses. Exhausting, temperamental and dangerous, were now his descriptions of Brahman cattle. At least, he thought, we're finished with them. But there was a bright side to the afternoon, at least in Darrin's opinion. That being an afternoon filled with acres of cowboy flesh, from the teenagers with their whipcord lean bodies to the older men muscular from years of ranch work. All of them packed in tight Wranglers that showed off their assets to an amazing degree. Definitely a sight with the potential for an embarrassing reaction had Darrin's body not been so exhausted.

Everyone worked together to store equipment and get ready for tomorrow. Once that was finished Darrin walked stiffly to his truck. Almost in tandem Mitch opened the other pickup door, and sat down. Both of them paused for a minute in their exhausted state, feeling like well-chewed rawhide dog toy.

Mitch blew air from his lips, "Fuck. I'm beat."

"Yeah. I agree. Let's get back to the house."

The short drive to the house was made in exhausted silence, with both men wrapped in fatigue. As Darrin staggered into the house he paused to let his eyes adjust to the dim interior.

Glancing back he smiled at Mitch. "Home Sweet Home"

Mitch grunted a non-committal answer and emptied his pockets onto the small table that served as the only horizontal surface in sight. He moved the refrigerator and began making himself something to eat while Darrin organized the research paperwork. Glancing to check on Mitch's location, he then furtively organized everything for Mitch too, hoping he didn't take offense at the help.

"Fuckin' miserable day."

Darrin glanced at the source of the comment, "Yeah, it was miserable."

"Tomorrow will likely be worse . . ." said Mitch.

Darrin stopped and turned, staring at Mitch, "Why? What'd I miss?"

"The bull. We didn't get the Brahman bull out of the timber." Mitch took a bite of his sandwich and turned to look at Darrin. Smiling slightly around his half chewed food Mitch said, "Apparently. . . he's mean."

"WHAT! How the fuck could he be any worse than those cows today!" screeched Darrin.

Mitch swallowed and then let out a low chuckle, "Don't know. But they said he was bad."

"Who? Who said he was?" Darrin asked.

"The other guys, the ones who work here. Said he was a bad motherfucker." Mitch turned back to looking out the window and chuckled again. "Yup, bad motherfucker."

Darrin made his own supper, basically two pieces of bread with anything shoved between them, eating it without tasting anything. Suddenly it occurred to both of them, there was only one bed.

"I've got the couch," Mitch said.

"It's ok. You can have the bed"

Mitch turned to look at Darrin again, his jaw clinching. "I said I have the couch. I'm shorter and god knows I've spent a lifetime sleeping on old couches!"

Darrin stepped back, a little worried at how quick Mitch lost his patience. He just nodded and walked into the bedroom. Realizing he was far too tired to do more than fall into the bed he began to strip down to his boxers. As the last article of clothing slid off his fatigued legs he realized that Mitch was probably doing the same. Looking into the living room, Darrin watched as the t-shirt cleared his head, exposing his taut, muscular back. Next the distinct sound of a metal zipper drifted through the air as Darrin watched him first slide his jeans down, exposing his white briefs, and then bend over to slide them down his hairy legs. The white of his briefs were a beacon to Darrin for the few seconds that the perfect ass was in the air and then Mitch sat down to finish removing his pants. Darrin ran his hand inside his boxers and adjust his now semi-stiff package. Fortunately, his exhaustion eliminated the need for his standard jackoff session before bed. As it was, he was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Darrin's dreams that night, while sketchy, revolved around a perfect bubble ass covered in tight white fabric.

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"Hey. HEY BUTTHEAD!"

Darrin bolted upright, wiping his eyes and trying to come to his senses as Mitch stood at the end of his bed looking down at him.

"Get up. We need to get goin'," said Mitch.

"Sure. Yeah. Give me a sec and I'll be ready." Darrin swung his feet out of the bed and grabbed the jeans from yesterday. As he stood to pull on his pants he heard Mitch chuckle. Looking over to see what was so funny, Darrin saw Mitch looking at his crotch. His laughter gained volume as Darrin realized his predicament.

"Good dreams last night?" said Mitch.

Darrin's cock was hard as stone, tenting his boxer out to their limit and were seemingly half soaked with precum. Quickly turning his back to his friend Darrin tried to deflect the comment.

"Whatever. Morning wood."

But this wasn't the end of it. Mitch loved the embarrassment that Darrin felt and was laughing even harder.

"Yeah big boy! Were you dreaming of me?"

Darrin spun his head to look at Mitch. As their eyes met Mitch batted his eyes and, in his best Marilyn Monroe imitation, blew a kiss at Darrin. If possible Darrin turned even redder, leaving Mitch laughing so hard he gasped for breath. Finally Darrin managed to get dressed, ramming his still hard cock into the jeans as best he could. Stomping into his boots he followed Mitch out the door to begin the day.

Arriving at the headquarters a few minutes later, Darrin felt the tension in the air. Remembering the discussion of the rogue from last night, he wondered what they were going to do differently today to roundup the unmanageable bull. Almost as soon as the thought formed he heard what sounded like a huge pack of dogs. Looking closer he saw several hounds swarming around a new arrival. Darrin saw Mitch to one side and walked over.

"What's with the dogs?" asked Darrin.

"Catahoulas."

"What?"

Mitch looked at Darrin, "They're Catahoulas. They brought in a guy who uses them to get the bull out of the brush."

"Oh . . ."

Darrin watched and listened as assignments were given. Getting back on an ATV, he followed as the entire crew moved out to find the bull. The baying of the dogs soon pierced the quiet morning as they sighted the bull. From that point on events became a blur of horses, men, and machinery as the bull crashed through the timber with the dogs pursuing him into the open. The bull broke from cover, trying to gore any of his small tormentors, but the dogs danced away as he targeted each one. The ton-plus bull's anger was almost palpable. As the dogs teased and harassed him away from the small wooded canyon the mounted cowboys moved in, trying to herd the rampant animal to the corral. With each swing of his head, the bull strained to remove his tormentors with his thick sickle-shaped horns.

Suddenly the bull stopped, sweeping the area for a new target, which he quickly found. As the bull pawed an arch of dust over his back Darrin realized in horror that he was the new target. As it charged, Darrin's world became a slow motion blur as his mind raced.

Shit, shit, shit, Darrin thought, that fucker is after me. Damnit! What. Shit. DO SOMETHING BEFORE HE KILLS YOU!

Darrin gunned the ATV, but in the split second it took him to react the bull had almost reached him. The machine roared into motion as the bull lowered his head and charged. Catching the undercarriage of the ATV on his horns, the bull flexed his massive neck, sending Darrin and machine flying. As both landed, the bull attacked the ATV, sending pieces of metal and plastic flying through the air. Darrin hit the ground hard, rattled he quickly realized he wasn't seriously injured, yet.

As Darrin moved to get away, the bull saw him and charged again. Too close to completely avoid the attack, Darrin threw his body to one side as the bull raked him with its horn. Only a glancing blow, but the bull quickly rounded on him, this time making it clear that he wouldn't miss. As Darrin braced to attempt a second unlikely escape, an impossible tableau unfurled in front of him. A horse and rider half the bulk of the bull suddenly rammed into its shoulder, knocking the bull to its knees. Darrin watched in disbelief as the horse pivoted on it hindquarters and then rushed at Darrin. Bracing again for impact, he marveled as the skillfully ridden horse slid to a stop beside him. Darrin looked up to see Mitch's face.

"Give me your goddamn hand!" screamed Mitch.

Darrin, feeling like he was moving through molasses, raised his hand and sensed it become enveloped in a tight grasp. As the horse gathered on its hindquarters and launched away from the bull, Darrin's body was slammed onto its back. Trying to keep his seat, he grabbed Mitch's torso in a death grip as the horse galloped at breakneck speed across the open pasture. Finally reaching a safe distance, Mitch reined in the horse and Darrin released his hold, sliding into a limp pile on the ground. Mitch vaulted from the horse and rushed to Darrin, urgently running his hands over his body to check for injury.

"You ok? You hurt?"

Darrin shook his head to clear it, "No. I think I'm ok. Gim'me a minute."

Mitch stood over Darrin, watching him closely for signs of injury. Finally satisfied that he wasn't seriously hurt, Mitch walked over and got a cup of ice water from one of the coolers.

"Here. Water."

Darrin looked up and smiled faintly, "Thanks."

Sipping the water slowly Darrin calmed himself, his racing heart slowing to something resembling normal. Once his legs felt more stable than wet noodles, he let Mitch help him up. They pause at the gate and watched as the bull finally ran into the corral. Apparently the only casualty, besides Darrin's ATV, was a horse with a long, shallow cut from the bull's final attempt to escape. Both men shook their heads as they watched the bull repeatedly charge the fence. Seeing they were no longer needed, Mitch helped Darrin to the passenger side of the pickup.

Darrin looked at Mitch and smiled a little, "What? You're going to drive the pussy truck."

Mitch returned the smile with a laugh, "Yeah, this once I'll drive your pussy truck."

Mitch helped Darrin in and then climbed into the pickup himself. He carefully navigated the rough road to the house. Parking almost on the porch, Mitch rushed around the truck and tenderly helping Darrin into the house.

"Come on, let's get you into the tub. A nice hot soak will help those bruises."

Darrin nodded agreement, too sore to think about anything else. Grimacing as Mitch helped him undress, he sighed with relief as he eased into the steaming hot tub. As the heat soaked into his muscles, Darrin realized that Mitch had just undressed him and his body had no reaction. He sighed softly, resigning himself to the knowledge that he had missed the only opportunity to enjoy Mitch's touch that he would ever have. Sighing again he laid his head against the cool porcelain surface and relaxed.

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"Hey. Prune boy. You ready to get out?"

Darrin opened his eyes and saw Mitch's face hovering a few inches above his. He laughed at Darrin's startled expression.

"Come on. I'll help you get out."

Mitch opened a huge bath towel he had found and held it in front of Darrin as he worked to climb out of the tub. Finally getting to his feet, Darrin took the towel and wrapped it around his waist while Mitch gripped his shoulder to steady him. He walked gingerly back to the couch and sat down, enjoying the feel of the cool leather against his sore muscles.

"Thanks Mitch. I mean really, thanks, you saved my ass today."

Mitch shrugged and turned to pick up the strewn clothing, leaving Darrin with his thoughts. As he reviewed the day and his close call, he shuddered to think how near the bull had come to ending his life. Not that it would have made some people sad. But still, he owed Mitch a lot. Looking over he watched Mitch finish picking up the room, as he searched for a spot on his body that wasn't sore. He finally found a comfortable position as Mitch tossed the last of the clothes in the hamper.

Looking over, Darrin tried again, "Really Mitch. I know you put yourself in a lot of danger. I owe you my ass."

Mitch looked at him with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, "Really? I can have your ass now?"

"Dickhead! You know what I mean. You saved me today."

"Yeah and right now I'm going to clean two days of stink and dust off me. We'll go get something to eat once I've showered. How's that sound?"

Darrin turned back, looking out the window, "Sounds fine. Maybe I'll be hungry by then."

Darrin heard the sound of movement as Mitch began to strip. Able to catch only glimpses of Mitch's body, he found the whole process frustrating and yet still it managed to make him horny. When Mitch pushed down his underwear, Darrin chanced a look and got the full effect of the thatch of hair covering his ass crack. Quickly turning back to the window, he moaned inwardly at the thought of that wonderful ass smashed against his face.