Double Trouble: Chapter 105

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 105

“Your grandfathers aren’t doing very well. A kid of one of their friend’s totaled his pickup, and they don’t expect him to make it.”

Danny leaned up from the backseat. “Is this the people they went to college with?”

Trent replied without glancing back at the twins. “Gordy has a Ph.D., like Darrin. But he works for some organic agriculture thing around Denver. They’ve kept in touch since college. Gordy is a genius according to Darrin.”

Danny considered what Trent said briefly before plunging in with more questions. “He must be hurt bad. What happened? What’s wrong?”

“They didn’t ask,” Trent said. “All we know is it was an automobile accident.” Continue reading

Double Trouble: Chapter 104

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 104

Mitch dug out one of the huge glass tumblers he and Darrin had collected from somewhere through their life together. But he wanted a glass that was going to take a lot of time to empty. He also didn’t want one of the flimsy plastic pieces of shit either. Mitch wanted a nice thick, hefty glass made out of—well glass damnit. So if I decide to have an ugly fit and throw the glass into the stone fireplace, it would break into a thousand satisfying fragments.

Not that he would ever do that. Mitch had pulled that stunt once during their marriage, and the relationship had barely survived. Mitch had never seen Darrin so pissed off before, then, or after. Mild mannered, polite Darrin had gone bat shit crazy on Mitch’s ass.

But Mitch had learned his lesson and kept away from the drama of breaking a glass and heated arguments. He filled the glass with ice, brought out the pitcher of sweet tea, and filled his glass. By the time he’d put the tea back into the fridge, condensation had coated the glasses exterior. The ran the chilled glass over his forehead as a sigh escaped his lips. Then he lifted the glass and took several gulps, enjoying the cold sweet liquid rolling down his throat.

The amber liquid washed the taste of dirt and alfalfa from his throat and as he cooled he walked to his recliner and sank into its soft cushions. He looked through the window to the sun-bleached landscape. Heat rippled across the blacktop, and he knew without testing it that it was soft under his foot.

“What are you doing sitting in the dark? I know it’s hot as hell outside, but it’s pretty good in here.”

Mitch took a deliberate drink from his glass before saying anything. “I called Gordy today. No real reason. Just haven’t talked to him in a while. They were at the Intensive Care unit at the hospital. One of their kids was in a wreck.“

Darrin grabbed the chair between them and had the appearance of someone who’d been kicked fully in the chest by a mule. He made it to the recliner and collapsed against the leather cushions. Time had lost relevance by the time Darrin could speak. “Which kid? How serious is it?”

“Dennis. Sounds like he swerved to miss a herd of elk crossing the road. He managed to miss the elk, but he wrapped his pickup around a tree. They had to life flight him to a hospital in Denver. It didn’t look good.”

Darrin took a deep breath and held it before letting it ease from between his lips. “That sounds bad.”

“The ER doctor said to bring the family in to be with him…”

Mitch took another drink and tried not to think as the icy liquid slide down this dry throat. Every thought was of the pain he heard coming from Gordy with every word that slipped past his grief-swollen throat. The anguish ripped his heart into pieces. He took another long drink before refocusing on Darrin.

The pain framed in Darrin’s face was as bad as he felt. Mitch wasn’t able to deal with more than the pain already washing through his body. Darrin wiped at the tears flowing down his cheeks. Both of them sat quietly, dealing with their emotions. Then Mitch slammed his glass onto the table beside him. He’d reached the bedroom before he heard Darrin’s voice as he struggled to catch up.

“What’re you doing? There’s nothing for us to do but pray.”

“Prayer hell. I’m going to Denver and help our friends.”

“Mitch…”

“No. Fuck no. Don’t start.”

“You’d be in the way. They don’t need help.”

Mitch yanked out a travel bag and started pulling out clothes. Darrin walked over and wrapped his fingers around Mitch’s wrists. “Mitch, they’re preparing to say goodbye to their son. What would you do to help?”

“I don’t know, but somehow I could make it easier.”

“No. We’ll wait, and maybe it won’t be as bad as they think.”

He turned to Darrin, the dam holding back his grief burst, his calm facade crumbled, and Mitch’s pain surfaced. Darrin held him as they cried in each other’s arms.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 103

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 103

Danny sat at the dinner table with Trent and Josh flanking him. He looked about as unhappy as it was possible for a person to look. His face was a toxic mix of righteous anger and teenage angst. Josh wished Trent had already taken care of it before he got home, but as it seemed to go too often recently, Trent had waited until all of them were home. Apparently, Samantha had showed up from school, saw the situation and ran. She’d used the excuse of going to a study session, but Josh understood what happened. One glance at the family meeting expression and she was gone.

Josh braced himself against the whiplash he was about to experience. He had no driving need to gang up on Danny, or at least he didn’t want Danny to feel like he was being out maneuvered. Josh hated it when Mitch and Darrin did it to him when he was about Danny’s age.

“We need to talk with you, Danny,” Trent said.

Josh braced himself, this whole thing wouldn’t go well. But there wasn’t much else than support Trent… even if he was worse than Danny when he was a teenager. But that seemed to have escaped Trent’s recall.

“Fine. What horrible, offensive, earth shattering thing did I screw up this time?”

Trent adapted the condescending tone to his voice that sometimes makes me want to punch his face.

“Now Danny. It isn’t that we think you’ve done anything terrible. But we noticed behavior patterns and we find them… concerning,” Trent said. Continue reading

Double Trouble: Chapter 102

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 102

Danny stepped into the entryway and stopped to listen. It surprised him when he’d pulled into the parking spots in front of the house to find no one at home. It almost never happened that he had any privacy. He and Rob hooked up more often at his home because Rob’s older sister was away at college, and both of his parents worked in town. So there was a lot less chance of someone interrupting their fun.

But now he had time alone. At least, he thought there was no one around. But he had no intention of doing anything without checking the house to make sure. He worked his way through the living room and kitchen and found nothing. So far so good.

“Dad! Sis. Josh. Trent.” Continue reading

Double Trouble: Chapter 101

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 101

Trent sat tapping his pencil against the table Josh had made for him a few years earlier. He thought it was one of their early anniversary gifts. Josh had gone to a lot of trouble with the details. Most of the wood was dark from stain but inlayed blond pieces added a level of meticulous craftsmanship that Trent appreciated.

But Trent was only distracting himself from the conversation he needed to have with Josh, about Danny. He’d got up last night to check on a noise he thought he’d heard and happened on Danny and Rob getting off. He’d left as fast as he possible, given he didn’t want them to know he had happened on their little scene. Far too much of the image was burned into his mind forever. None of that was of urgent concern for Trent. But no condoms were a problem.

He’d also needed to talk with Josh. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem, but today Josh had left before dawn to get to a meeting almost to Oklahoma City. Trent had managed to mumble off a ‘drive careful and love ya’ to Josh as he left. Now he’d been awake for hours and most of them trying to work out what to do about Danny without sounding like an old man who doesn’t get the whole thing about teenagers and sex.

Their back door opened. It had to be Darrin or Mitch. Or at least it damn well better not be one of the twins coming home. Sometimes Trent regretted giving either of them transportation past a horse. They had no problem making the thirty-mile round trip between town and the ranch a few times a day. It didn’t give Trent much peace of mind, or any private time since they could appear at any moment.

Trent turned in his chair and waited to find out who was rifling through the fridge. It wasn’t unusual for someone to show up for a late lunch. Hell it wasn’t unusual for an early lunch, a right on time lunch, or a brunch. People working on a ranch needed fed. Still, Trent was getting impatient before Mitch walked into the room with an enormous sandwich grabbed in one hand as a tumbler of pop in the other. He stopped when he saw Trent staring at him and muttered around a mouth full of food.

“What?” Mitch got out.

Trent stared at him for a few seconds before he stared chuckling. “Finish eating, old man. I could use some advice.” Trent was sure he heard Mitch grumble something about showing Trent about old men. But Trent ignored the veiled threat and waited.

Mitch wiped his hands on his jeans and looked at Trent. “You better ask your question quick before I can’t remember how to wipe my ass.”

“Oh hush, old—“ he glanced at Mitch to find both eyebrows jacked up. “I need your opinion on one of the kids.”

“What did Danny do now?” Mitch asked.

Trent bristled a little, but deflated an instant later. “Yes. Hell yes it’s Danny. Who else would pull such stupid, and dangerous, shit?”

“You, when you were his age. Fuck, me when I was his age too.” Mitch lowered himself into the leather easy chair. “But something specific has crawled up your butt to die. What’s eating at you?”

“The safe sex talk seems to have leaked out his ears and into the drainage canal.” He glanced over and caught the expression on Mitch’s face. “Okay, whatever. I walked in on Danny having too much fun.”

“Ah shit. I need a beer for this conversation.” Mitch ambled back into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later with a longneck that he popped open. He eased himself into the chair opposite Trent, took a drink of the beer and then nodded toward Trent. “Hit it. What was Danny doing?”

Trent gathered his thoughts to keep his story concise. People with verbal diarrhea caught hell from Mitch. Trent knew this because he’d been on the wrong side of that conversation before. Once he thought he had things figured out, he turned to Mitch.

“First off, yes we’ve had the sex talk before. Several times. But what I saw the other night—well it looked like he’s forgotten everything.”

Mitch settled back into the chair and grew a pensive expression. Trent let the silence hang around them. I’d known Mitch for most of my life. This was a familiar response. A handful of minutes passed before Mitch shifted forward to the edge of the chair and he had a knowing smile on his face.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 100

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 100

Danny grabbed the crotch of his jeans and tried to adjust the family jewels. It seemed he always had a boner these days. He and Rob curled on the couch watching the latest blood and gore horror movie. Most of the time the movie alone would have kept his horniness under control. But recently his libido was far outperforming his normal levels of horny behavior. He jacked off at least a couple of times a day. Hell, some days he jacked off so often his cock was sore.

Rob wiggled against him and Danny’s dick flexed again. He struggled to keep from moaning at the innocent movement that somehow excited Danny. He wanted to fuck. After a few minutes of holding out, Danny let his hands slip over Rob’s stomach and under his shirt. Danny teased at the dark line of hair that ran from Rob’s bellybutton and disappeared into his jeans.

His focus changed as his interest in getting off grew. Soon he had Rob’s shirt bunched up under his arms and both of them gasped for air. Danny ran his hands over his boyfriends chest until he found the two hard bits of flesh. The instant he rubbed his thumbs over them, Rob sighed and leaned against him. He continued his efforts for a few minutes as Rob’s response became louder. Danny bent over Rob and scraped his nails over the tanned skin. He ran his fingers over the wisps of hair that trailed from Rob’s navel to draw a faint line down his stomach that disappeared in the athletic pants Rob wore.

He teased Rob for another minute until his hard cock tented his pants. Danny slid his fingers inside the elastic of Rob’s pants and dug his fingers into Rob’s pubic hair. After he had made a few passes, he touched the base of Rob’s rigid dick. He slid his fist up and down Rob’s shaft and it wasn’t long before Rob’s moans were growing. Danny loved to drive Rob to the edge and then stop and leave him waiting for more. He had managed that a few times when Rob let out a frustrated sigh, pulled his throbbing dick from his pants, and stroked.

Danny enjoyed the show for a few seconds before running his hands over Rob’s chest, pulling his shirt up higher, and tugged and playing with his nipples. The combination had Rob bucking. A minute more passed before Rob shook and a rope of white shot out and landed on his bare chest. His climax held him bound until he collapsed against Danny; a panting and sweaty mess.

Danny’s dick was still diamond hard. He rubbed against Rob, so close that his teeth clenched as he tried to stay on the edge so he could enjoy the waves of pleasure. The tease built and each time Danny was about to peak he would slow himself. But after a few minutes of wave after wave washing through Danny, Rob rolled to his stomach, wrapped both hands around Danny’s hard cock and stroked.

This time Danny’s orgasm came roaring to the front and his muscles locked. He shook under the climax then froze when come spurted from his cock like a machine gun. By the time it ended, semen coated both of them. Rob ran his hand over Danny’s chest before licking his hand clean. He leaned in and kissed Danny. The pungent flavors mingled with the scent of sex and left Danny feeling satisfied.

Rob collapsed against him as the two of them cuddled. For an instant Danny thought someone was awake, but once he’d listened intently for a few seconds, he decided everyone was still asleep.


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Double Trouble: Chapter 99

 

Wednesday Briefs

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


Chapter 99

Josh stepped through the door, closed it behind him, and enjoyed the quiet. Trapped in a camper trailer with four teenagers for most of a week would count as cruel and unusual punishment anywhere else. On the drive home there had been several times he’d considered putting the entire lot out onto the side of the road and gone home without them. But he’d bit his tongue and drove as fast as he thought he could afford a ticket to get back home. Fortunately, the highway patrol was sparse.

He glanced around the room to find a grinning Trent staring back at him. Knowing his husband would understand, he unloaded a weeks worth of baggage and frustration in his direction.

“Those heathens could tear up an anvil with a rubber hammer. And if there’s any trouble within a hundred miles, they will be right up in the middle of it. It’s a miracle we survived the whole week and nothing bad happened. You so owe me after this.”

Trent’s smile never wavered and in actuality it was possible it got larger before he spoke. “So it wasn’t the nonstop party you thought it would be?”

Josh snorted. “Yeah, right. Party. Those little shits were into everything.”

“Well, how did the cattle place?”

Josh walked over, sat on Trent’s lap, and wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck. “Is that really what you wanted to talk about?”

A grin formed across Trent’s lips as Josh ground his ass against Trent’s crotch. Josh slipped his hands on either side of Trent’s face. He leaned closer, his heart pounding. Their lips touched, and it was as if fire raged through his system. He pressed his lips harder, loving the rough texture of Trent’s face. As he luxuriated in the heat of their kiss, he slipped his tongue between Trent’s lips. Their tongue tangled with each other until Trent pulled away.

“Where are the kids?”

Josh rested his head against Trent’s shoulder and sighed. “They went to help Levi get his animals home before dark.”

A smile crept across his face. “That means they’ll be gone at least an hour. Mitch and Darrin are off visiting friends down in Dallas. It looks like we might have one of those rare moments when the signs have aligned and we have an hour of guaranteed privacy.”

“Holy fuck! Why are we not naked?” Trent said.

Josh chuckled and returned to kissing Trent until when he broke the kiss there was a hard cock pressing against his butt. He slipped his hand down the front of Trent’s jeans and wrapped them around his husband’s steel hard shaft. Trent’s moan echoed through the house for a minute before he stood with Josh in his arms, almost sprinting into the bedroom.

When they reached the bed Trent jumped forward, and they landed in a tangle of arms and legs. Before Josh caught his breath, Trent had him pinned against the mattress and Josh remembered they had been apart for most of a week, and he had no privacy in the trailer. Josh ripped open Trent’s shirt and launched it into the air. His own shirt joined it a moment later as Trent bit down on one of his nipples. Between his teeth and tongue, Trent had jolts of pleasure racing through Josh’s body. He released himself to the sensations flooding him.

Trent slipped lower and pressed his nose against Josh’s crotch and inhaled. Just the sound of Trent enjoying himself drove Josh deeper into the euphoria of their lovemaking. After a few moments there was an urgent tugging at his jeans. Josh found himself stripped naked and watching as Trent joined him.

Trent plunged his face between Josh’s legs. The amazing sensation brought Josh closer to climax as his body revealed in the sensations Trent was giving him. But soon Josh changed their positions until he hovered over Trent’s hard dick. He lowered himself until Trent’s plump cock head was kissing his hole. He relaxed and moved lower, letting Trent slip deeper. As Trent scraped across his prostate, Josh drowned himself in the pleasures. Soon he lost himself in the sensation and his world was reduced to him and Trent.

Some time later the couple spooned with each other with a crisp white sheet wrapped around the two of them. The feel of Trent’s warm chest against him was amazing and the gentle throb of his well-satisfied hole left a grin on his face. Trent kissed the back of his neck and whispered. “Welcome Home.”


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