Double Trouble: Chapter 90


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.

Chapter 90

Mitch glanced toward Samantha sitting rigid as a poker as she glared out the windshield. She would make certain he didn’t enjoy this trip. They’d made arrangements to go back and look at the bulls Levi showed them. Of course as soon as they made the appointment—all their great plans for going back to look over the Senepol bulls went to shit.

That had left Samantha, and she hadn’t been given a choice. Which meant, she was plenty pissed off.

Mitch sighed when the silence stretched out for over thirty minutes. “We’ll get the bulls and go home. You can be back in your room and pissed at everyone by early afternoon. It won’t take long but Darrin didn’t want me making the trip alone.”

“I have a life too you know. I shouldn’t always be the last one you ask.”

He glanced over and smirked. “Oh? And what are you giving up to go with me this morning?”

Samantha opened her mouth to speak, but then snapped her lips shut and settled back into the seat without a word. Mitch wasn’t sure if he had won, or not. But at least it was quiet.

They traveled the rest of the trip without a word passing between them. She barely acknowledged when they turned into the ranch from the state highway. He eased the truck to a stop and killed the engine. He decided another attempt at making peace with Samantha was worth a try.

“Look, it won’t be that bad. The guy’s son is about your age. He was a good tour guide when your grandpa and I stopped. He seemed like a nice guy.”

Samantha let out a long suffering sigh and plastered the least sincere smile Mitch had ever seen on her face. “How’s this Pa-pa. Is that what you expect from your granddaughter? I’ll makes you all proud and stuff.”

Mitch frowned at her. “Meet Levi before you decide he’s a jerk. I thought your parents taught you not to judge people.”

“I’m not judging anyone. But we know either he or his father are homophobic. It won’t matter if—”

Mitch looked back and smirked at his granddaughter who was frozen in mid-step. He followed her line of sight and was not surprised to find Levi walking toward them.

“Is that— “Samantha stammered.

Mitch’s laughter grew in volume until Samantha glared at him. Once he got himself back under control, he couldn’t help but push a few more of her buttons. “Yup, that’s the pimple faced redneck boy that your grandfather thought you might want to meet. But obviously I was wrong.”

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Double Trouble: Chapter 89


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.

Chapter 89

Mitch glanced in the rearview mirror as he snaked the gooseneck trailer down the dirt road. Once they’d made the tight turn from the women’s ranch, Mitch breathed a sigh of relief. Darrin leaned closer and patted his leg. “Three new bulls. And these are about as tame as you could hope for.”

Mitch shook his head in disbelief. “They followed Charlotte like a bunch of puppies. We’ve never had bulls that tame.”

“They’re still bulls. I don’t want the kids to get the idea they’re pets.”

Mitch nodded in agreement. “You’re right. No matter how tame they seem, you can’t trust a bull.”

“True. That’s very true. Not keeping an eye on a bull is a good way to get hurt.”

Darrin stared at the road as they drove through the open countryside. Mitch left him to his thoughts, but he realized they had traveled through a good section of the Oklahoma panhandle without a word being exchanged. The silence weighed heavy as the gray-green landscape shot past. He glanced over, and Darrin’s expression gave him no clue what was going through his head. He was close to asking if there was a problem when Darrin motioned out the window.

“Have you noticed these cattle? We’ve been driving past them for a while now.” Continue reading

Double Trouble: Chapter 88


Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to flash fictions.

Chapter 88

Double Trouble – Ch 88


Darrin drifted awake with the early morning chill nipping at his cheeks. He pulled the blankets higher and snuggled against Mitch. A gravelly voice rumbled from the pile of bedding.

“What’s going on? You cold?”

“I’m freezing! You should do your husbandly duties and get me warm.”

Mitch pulled him closer until the entire length of their bodies pressed against each other. He landed a soft kiss on the back of Darrin’s neck that sent his pulse racing. By the time Mitch abandoned Darrin’s neck he had forgotten the cold. His thoughts focused on Mitch’s next act.

Mitch slipped his hands around Darrin’s chest as he bit down on his neck. The sensations sent shivers through Darrin and blood rushed to his groin. In only a small amount of time, Darrin was hard as steel and making small mewing sounds. Mitch pushed his hands lower until his fingers gripped Darrin’s dense pubic hair. After tugging it, Mitch chewed on Darrin’s ear. The combination had Darrin writhing on the bed. By this time he was considering little more than the next sensation Mitch would give him, his thoughts and reactions had come more in line with a teenager rather than a middle-aged man. He couldn’t help it; that was how it made him feel.

He rolled toward Mitch and kissed him tenderly. Their lips caressed as they explored each other’s hot mouths. Darrin could think of nothing beyond the crackles of pleasure coming from each gentle touch. Mitch’s rough beard rubbed across his, and Darrin sighed at the aftermath of Mitch’s grazed touch. He held Darrin’s face in his strong hands, tilting it backward, and ran his tongue from the base of his neck upward until he again bit down on Darrin’s ear.

He relished the building sensations before pushing his fingers through Mitch’s chest hair, taking his nipples between his fingers, and pinching them firmly, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

“Fuck. I love it when you do that. You make my nips so happy,” Mitch said.

“Yeah, I got it. It’s one of my favorite spots for you. I think I could get you to shoot with some good nipple play.”

Mitch chuckled as he slid his hands lower on Darrin until he caressed his asscheeks. “There’s not much chance of that happening now. Maybe when I was a horny teenager. But if you want to give it a try, let me know.”

Darrin lowered his head, took Mitch’s nipple between his teeth, and bit down until Mitch groaned and squirmed under the attention. “Fuck. Holy fucking hell.”

Darrin moved from one side to the other as his attention focused on Mitch. He slid lower, kissing through the swirl of dark hair around Mitch’s navel. He moved down, careful to keep in all the luxurious heat they had generated. He slid lower until Mitch wedged his cock between Darrin’s pecs. Darrin slipped back and forth, enjoying the precome coating. He was gaining a nice covering, but he wanted something a little closer to the tap this morning. He dropped lower and took Mitch’s cock in his mouth, and ran his lips up and down its hard length.

“Ah, fuck. That’s good,” Mitch moaned.

Darrin pressed in deeper, taking Mitch until he was close to choking. By now they were hot enough that Darrin had let the bedding fall to the floor, leaving them naked and writhing across the bed. Mitch popped Darrin on each cheek, leaving red marks on each side.

“Come on, bitch. Suck it, suck my hard cock.”

Darrin released Mitch’s cock, cocked his eyebrows and glared at him. “Do I, in any way, resemble a female dog? Because that shit ain’t happening and you know it too.”

“I don’t suppose I could claim it was ‘cause you are such a hot lover?”

Darrin reached upward and popped Mitch across the cheek, hard enough to leave a red spot. “No. Now shut up.”

Darrin worked over Mitch’s dick again and he lay back to enjoy himself. Soon they were back in the heat of passion, and Mitch was getting close.

“Babe, unless you want me to fill your mouth, you better stop,” Mitch moaned.

But Darrin sped up and tugged on Mitch’s sac. Soon Mitch gasped as the first wave flowed through his body and into his crotch. Darrin caught the first explosion of come and swallowed. The volleys continued until Mitch collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. Darrin grinned as he nursed Mitch’s softening cock, taking the last of his semen and relishing the distinctive flavor he loved so much that was all Mitch.

Mitch lurched around the bed until he was lying between Darrin’s knees, with Darrin’s hard dick between his lips. The feeling was amazing as always. Sex with Mitch was always balls to the wall. Sometimes literally. But regardless, Darrin wouldn’t last long.

Mitch pressed down, making small choking sounds, and Darrin’s cock slipped down his throat. The tight heat pushed him over the edge as his nuts sucked tight against his body. He held Mitch’s head as he emptied himself. Once the final wave of pleasure washed over Darrin, they collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

“Fuck!” Darrin said.

“Double fuck!” Mitch laughed. “I’d call that a good morning.”

As the words tumbled from his mouth, they heard the crunch of gravel as a pickup came to a stop and a moment later Terri’s voice cut through the morning air.

“Come on, cowboys! Time to go look at some prime beef.”

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Double Trouble: Chapter 87

Wednesday Briefs

The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to flash fictions.

Chapter 87

Mitch took a sip of his sweet tea while they sat on the edge of an amazingly comfortable couch. He glanced toward Darrin and got an eyebrow flicked upward. His attention went back to their hosts when they came in with a snack filled tray and the rest of the drinks. They began handing out the refreshments.

“Sorry you guys saw our little family melt down. This has been a bad month and I’m afraid you saw the results.”

“Charlotte and I usually keep the nasty stuff for the bedroom. Of course the one day we spew it everywhere, we have guests.” She shook her head as she gave Darrin his glass. “You said Jim thought we might have some bulls that would work for your herd sire?”

Mitch swallowed and sat his tea on the coaster they’d been given. “That’s right. We need some new bulls, but what he had won’t work in our operation. Just too many chances for someone to get hurt. We have two teenage grandchildren, and they don’t pay attention like they should. I’d never be able to trust them in the pastures with Jim’s bull.”

Charlotte nodded as she took a long drink. “That’s what Terri and I thought too. But we’ve been lucky enough to find some fine bulls in their yearling pens, and we’ve brought some others in that would fit our needs. Nice bulls, and you can trust them as much as you ever can a bull.”

Mitch took a sip as he considered the information they had just been given. His face broke into a wide grin. “They sound made to order. Could we take a look at your yearlings?”

Terri chimed into the conversation without hesitation. “You can, and we’d be glad to get your opinion on the herd.” She motioned outside to the setting sun. “But, it’s going to be dark soon and the yearlings are in the far pasture. We can look at them first thing in the morning though.”

Mitch turned to Darrin who shrugged in response. He turned back to the women. “That’ll work. We’re a few miles out though. Is there somewhere we can pitch our tent for the night?”

Charlotte returned with an equally satisfied smile. “We can do you one better. We have an old cabin a mile or so down the road that we’ve remodeled for a hunting cabin, and it’s empty right now. It’s small, but it should be a damn sight better than a tent.

After accepting the generous offer, a short time later Mitch found himself with Darrin at the lodgings. It was more a very small house rather than what Mitch would have envisioned as a cabin. But regardless, it was many times better than their tent. For one thing, this had running water, a kitchen, and best of all, indoor plumbing. Mitch was a big fan of indoor toilets, even if it was a composting toilet like the one here.

Darrin dug through their cooler and pulled out the ingredients for their evening meal. Mitch was tempted to try the stream running just below them to see if it had any trout, but it was dark by the time they’d arrived and unloaded the few things they needed.

He and Darrin pulled together a decent meal from their cooler. A good loaf of bread and a package of thick-cut bacon from a butcher store they’d stopped at yesterday before going to look at bulls. Mitch found a cast-iron skillet and soon had the bacon frying. He found the other ingredients for respectable bacon-lettuce-and-tomato sandwiches. Little was said until they’d each polished off a sandwich and started on a second.

“There was no way we could have used those bulls of Jim’s back home. They would have fucked someone up badly,” Mitch said around a mouth filled with sandwich.

Darrin nodded in agreement but then let out an enormous yawn. Mitch chuckled as he finished his last bite of sandwich. “I’m exhausted too. Go ahead and get ready for bed and I’ll clean up.”

Another yawn threatened to unhinge Darrin’s jaw. Without a word he began undressing.

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