The continuing saga of three generations of ranching family. Below the story you’ll find links to other flash fictions.
Danny stepped out of the hot gymnasium with his arm intertwined with Rob’s. The evening air was a blast of cold after having spent the last several hours having a great time. He felt like a wrung out dish cloth after the dancing. He and Rob had no problem sharing, especially with some of the fast dances they’d been practicing with Trent’s help. His skills had impressed Danny, and he appreciated how easy it had been to recruit him into given them lessons. It had been a rough start, although Trent had been good about keeping everything casual and loose. A few weeks before the prom, Danny and Rob were polished enough he invited his sister and Levi to join them.
He squeezed Rob’s hand before moving into a relaxing stretch. He dropped his arms around Rob’s waist and pulled them together. Then he leaned closer and whispered. “We’ve showed them all how good we are at the two-step. What should be doing now?”
Rob ran his tongue over his lips then smiled at Danny. “How about some chow? I could eat a horse.”
“Well, I’m not sure about a horse, but how about a burger from Tom’s?”
With a destination in mind, the pair headed down the road that bisected their little town. They pulled into its crowded parking lot and walked inside. It only took a few minutes to reach. Danny knew what he wanted. He’d eaten here a few days a week since he’d been a kid and after he got his license, it might have been even more often. But out of habit he scanned the menu board as if he’d choose something else.
When he looked down the girl working gave him a hundred watt smile. “Hey, Danny. You gonna get the usual?”
He returned the smile. “Yeah, cheese burger with the works.” Danny stepped to one side and let Rob order, then paid for their meals. They found a table and sat across from each other. He glanced around and realized the other customers were mostly their classmates. The familiarity made him more comfortable. He turned back to Rob. “Seems like everyone from the prom has changed clothes and are out at the typical hang outs.”
Rob chuckled and shook his head. “I’m kind of over dressed now. I should have followed your lead.”
Danny leaned across the table and whispered. “Maybe I’ll get you out of that monkey suit after we finish eating.” When Rob turned red, Danny settled back into his side. But then it became Danny’s turn to be teased as Rob’s sock covered toes ran up the inside of his leg. A few passes, and Danny was uncomfortably erect. There was no way for him to leave now until he wasn’t tenting out the front of his jeans to an embarrassing degree.
He leaned close again and raised his brows. With his cock so hard it ached, his biggest desire was to release some of his steam with Rob. Before he could reply, their food arrived. With their focus on eating, the heat of lust lessened until Danny’s pants no longer looked like a six-man tent at the Boy Scout jamboree.
He polished off the last of his fries and turned to Rob with a smirk. “You want to go parking? I found a good place where we’ll be hidden.”
Rob ran his tongue over his lips in a come hither motion. They reached the dark county roads and Rob rubbed along Danny’s thigh. In seconds, Danny was hard and throbbing. By the time he pulled into a hay field he’d worked in last summer, he was close to unloading.
Danny wrapped his hand around the back of Rob’s head and pulled them together. He pressed his lips against Rob’s and a were soon making out.
Their hands slid over each other, exploring their bodies. Danny slipped his fingers into Rob’s pants and gave his package a squeeze.
There was a series of hard knocks at Danny’s window which sent the pair into a panic do trying to make it look like they weren’t doing anything.
“Come on, Danny. Open up.”
Danny wasn’t certain if it relieved him to hear Trent’s voice, or mortified. But with no other choice, he pushed the window button. The beam of a flashlight hit him and he wanted to be anywhere but here. He started to explain, but got cut off.
“Are you fucking kidding me? The biggest hayfield in the county? What if it had been Sheriff White Cloud who found you?”
Danny shrugged and Trent shook his head.
“Get back to the prom and save the fooling around for when you have a room with a lock.” With that, Trent walked to his pickup, hopped in and roared off a few seconds later.
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