The Bon Fire

Carson sat on the wide deck working on his laptop.  He set down his glass of tea and looked out at the river below.  A soft breeze was blowing this late summer day and it made little ripples on the surface of the water.  A mallard hen swam to the bank with her four nearly grown ducklings and climbed up to start feeding at the edge of the oat field. 

Granger had the farm in top condition, now at the end of his second year of running it.  Not that Mr. Johns had it in bad shape, but the infusion of young blood and ideas really had it looking great. 

All the fields had awesome looking crops this year.  Last year’s harvest was good, but this year’s harvest was going to be exceptional, barring the onset of any severe weather shortly before harvest. 

Carson remembered last year how worried Granger was as the grain matured and became heavier right before harvest.  “That is when a storm can do the most damage.  Wind, hail or a heavy rain can flatten the grain to the ground, making it so the combine cannot harvest it.”  Granger had said.

The big farm stud had taught the city boy a lot about farming.  Carson even cleared the brush from the edge of the back 40 with the small tractor using the new Woods Bush Hog they had bought last spring.

 

He could see the side by side making its way across the back of the oat field along the tree line.  Granger was checking the soil and the crops.  He thought of how hard his husband worked.  How hard both of them had worked to get the house completely finished before the wedding.  Then building the pole barn on the other side of the driveway by the house.

It had almost been a year now, their first anniversary only a few weeks away.  He thought about what a whirlwind the last two years had been.  Completing the house, getting the farm going, planning the small wedding last year, settling into their new life.  Each time he thought it couldn’t possibly get better, it did. 

The boys even did some needed remodel work for Mr. Johns in the old house at the front of the property.  They completely re-did his bathroom after some plumbing issues had rotted the floor.  When the old guy had handed Granger a fist full of cash to pay for their work, the hot stud would have none of it. 

This of course caused the crotchety old man to break into a profanity laden speech about how the young boys shouldn’t be givin their time for nothing and he wasn’t about to accept no damn charity.

“Really?”  Said Granger with a big grin.  “Says the man who gave us his farm.”  With that the big stud pulled the old man with the huge heart, into a tight hug.

“My bones, my bones you big hunk of meat.  You’re going to crush me one of these days.  You know your husband here is about as dumb as a bag of hammers.”  Barked the old man to Carson.  “Now get your asses out to the porch while I fetch you two some lemonade.”

 

The remodel last April, was just after Carson had received his degree in cyber security and landed a great job.  One where he could work from home most of the time.  The pay was more than he had expected.  He traded in his old Corolla for a new Jeep Wrangler 4Xe. 

The boys also used some of the additional income for a pool table to add to the small bar that was taking shape in the walk-out basement.  The old gang from high school had been over a few times making good use of the space.

 

It was now near supper time, and he knew Granger would be coming in soon.  He had been out in the fields all day, which meant he would be hungry for food as well as sex.  A smile crossed the young studs face. He thought about how sex was something that had not diminished in the six years they had been together.

The two hot athletic twenty somethings could not get enough of each other.  They were always trying to surprise the other with something new, or different.  They had fucked in every room of the new house, before the windows were even in.

It never got old.  Just thinking of how Granger would soon be walking into the kitchen, the skin on his ripped chest wet from sweat, was making his hard cock tent out his shorts.

Carson pushed back from the patio table and walked into the kitchen.  The tile felt cool on his bare feet and the cooler inside air felt good on his tanned, bare chest.  Granger would be in soon and he needed to get the cinnamon buns out of the oven.  They were one of Granger’s favorites and would make a nice snack as soon as he got in.

He already had the rib-eye steaks out on the counter marinating.  They would grill them together after Granger had showered.

The hard bulge in his shorts needed adjusting again when the 21-year-old heard the side by side go past the house toward the barn.  A sly grin pushed up the edges of his red lips as he slipped the shorts and underwear off and kicked them to the side, leaving the hot stud standing naked in the kitchen. 

He put on the apron Katy had got him for the wedding shower as a gag gift.  It covered the center of his muscular chest, leaving his nipples sensuously exposed.  It came halfway down his muscular thighs and left an eight-inch gap in the back, framing his bubble butt.  The white fabric looked great against his dark tan.  The two cartoon dancing bulls on the front, the main reason for Katy’s purchase.

Putting it on made him so horny, thinking of what Granger’s reaction would be.  Last time he wore it he was bent over the kitchen island, lubed with butter- the closest thing available- and taking Granger’s 8” cock to the hilt before he could even say ‘hey’.

Carson took out the small can of white glaze and began to drizzle it over the top of the cooling rolls, watching the icing settle into the warm buns.   A wicked smile began to form on his handsome face as another idea began to form.  He lifted his apron and began to stroke his aching young cock.

“Have a seat at the patio table.”  He yelled when he heard his hot 23-year-old husband coming up the back steps.  “I have a surprise for you.”

Carson strode out the back door to the deck, bent down and gave the hot sweaty farm stud a long French kiss as he set an ice-cold beer and the roll with the special glazing down in front of him.  “I made this just for you.” 

Granger looked his hot husband up and down with a lewd smile.  He ran his hand up the back of Carson’s thigh and over the skin of his muscular bubble butt, kneading the firm globes.  “Nice.”  He breathed.

“Mom, Dad.”  Carson squeaked out as Granger’s parents walked around the corner of the house and began to climb the steps to the deck, carrying a bag of produce.  Carson instantly glad his exposed backside was between the house and his in-laws.

“I could smell those rolls from the yard.  They smell so good.  Do you mind if I have a bite of yours honey?”  As Granger’s mom reached toward the roll in front of her son.

“NO!”  Carson shrieked, far louder than he had intended, causing Mrs. Jenson to jerk her hand back, his face a bright crimson color.  “I mean, um, like, it’s just that, …um, I have more in the kitchen.”  The deeply embarrassed stud finally blurted out.  He gingerly backed in through the door with a soft strained laugh and into the kitchen, while three pairs of eyes looked inquisitively at him.  He quickly pulled on his shorts behind the island, grabbed a plate for the other rolls, wiped his soaked brow with a towel and brought them out.

“Have a seat.  What brings you guys out here?”  Granger asked, while giving a side eye to his very strange acting young husband.

“We just wanted to bring you some tomatoes and red peppers from our garden.” 

“Thanks, they look great.” ‘Though my red, sweaty husband doesn’t.’ thought the farm stud, giving Carson a raised brow.

“These are so good Carson.  Even better when they are still warm like this.”  Mrs. Jenson noted, clearly relishing the hot roll.

Granger raised his roll to his mouth, the ample warm white glaze on his nose, running down the sides of his mouth and dripping off his scruffy chin as he bit down.  He immediately recognized the scent on his “special” roll.

His eyes shot over to Carson, who was looking at him with wide eyes bulging in fear.  Fear that ‘no filter Granger’ would blurt out that his bun was generously covered in Carson’s fresh cum.

“Dear, your icing is making quite the mess.”  Mrs. Jenson stated with concern.  “Use your napkin.”

“I don’t mind, it’s my favorite part.”  With that, Granger locked eyes with Carson and seductively licked his lips clean, then taking his finger he collected the glob dripping off his square chin and sucked it into his mouth.

Carson thought he was going to die on the spot.  His breath was short and ragged, to where he was concerned, he may pass out.  In his young life he had never been so terrified, embarrassed and horny all at the same time.

Granger however was loving it.  He knew that his parents did not have a clue, and that every second was torture for his hot, joke-backfiring husband.

“So, dad, did you see-men working on the highway on the way over?”  Shooting a big grin toward the still blushing cook.  “Just wondering if they finished the construction yet.”  He asked, watching Carson’s face get even redder.

“No, I think they are all done with that project.”

“When do you think, the rain is going to cum?  It came in spurts last week.”  He said with slight emphasis, biting again into the hot roll, loading his upper lip with “glaze” and then licking it slowly off, staring seductively into his lovers’ bulging eyes.

“I heard it is supposed to rain a little this evening, but not much.  Your fields look great.”

“Yeah, things really shoot up when the ground is fertile.”  He snickered, causing he dad to give him a strange look.

“Well dear, I think we had better get out of these boys’ hair.  Nice job on the rolls Carson.  They were great.  Thank you.”

“Yeah, who would have thought that could come out of him.  You know, that he could cook like that.”  Granger said straining not to lose control in laughter as his parents made their way to their truck.

“Thanks for the produce.  Come again.”  Carson squeaked in a pitch far too high.

The boys waved as the truck pulled away.  “Bye.”  Carson recovered in a more normal voice.

“Come again?”  Granger taunted choking with laughter.

“Oh, you are going to fucking pay bitch.”  Yelled Carson, chasing a giggling Granger through the house and tackling the laughing stud to the master bed.

 

Mr. Jenson put the truck in gear and began to move out the driveway.  “You know Mother, I think we should give the boys a heads up before we drop in unannounced.”

“I don’t think they mind.  Why do you say that?”

“Dear, the boy was standing there naked under that skimpy apron when we arrived.  I thought he was going to have a stroke.”  Mr. Jenson snickered.

“He had on shorts under that apron, though he was awful red and seemed out of sorts.”  She pondered.

“Only after he hastily backed into the kitchen.  Reminded me of the time when we were first married, and your parents walked in on us unannounced.  I was standing behind you.  You had on that flowered spring dress and had “forgot” your panties.  I had it hiked up and well… you remember.  We had to back into the next room too.”

“Oh you old coot.  This was nothing like that.  Though I think I will put that dress on when we get home.”  As she slid across the bench seat and slid her hand up her husband’s thigh.

“Hey, gorgeous lady.  You are going to make me run off the road.”  As he pressed down on the accelerator. 

 

Back at the boy’s house, Carson lay laughing on top of the big stud who was laughing his ass off as well.  “You crazy, twisted fuck.  You serve me a cum coated cinni-bun in front of my parents, wearing only your slutty apron?”  Choking out the words, between fits of laughter.

“Oh my god.  I thought I was going to die when your mom rounded that corner and asked for a bite of your roll, my bare ass pressed against the door.”

“Get those shorts off but leave the apron on.  That bare ass is about to get a lot more pressing than just the door.  Maybe it’ll be more like the doorknob.”

“Come on big boy.  Cut your boring speech short and give me that doorknob.”  Carson giggled.

The big, muscled farm stud moved over the apron clad athletic boy and lifted his hairy legs to his shoulders, causing the apron to ride up, exposing the big balls and rock-hard cock of his lover.  He put his leaking tool to the boy’s crack and rubbed cock snot up and down the spasming boy pussy.

He pushed forward into the hot tight confines of the quivering fuck tube of the man he loved.  Carson gasped at the insertion of the thick tool into his young pussy. “Ohhhh fuuuuucccckkkk.”

“You feel that knob boy?  You feel that knob in your tight hole?”

“Maybe the spring is broken.  The knob does not seem to be moving.  Feels kinda small, like maybe it’s just a bolt head.”  Snickered the prone boy with the hard cock in his pussy.

“So you want it hard do ya?  Not moving enough, eh?”  The big farm stud slammed forward driving his 8” cock into the max, his powerful hips driving hard into the firm globes lifting them up off the bed.  He then pulled all the way out and slammed back in, driving a loud moan out of the young studs gaping mouth.

“Oh FUCK YEAH.  DRIVE THAT BIG COCK INTO ME.  FUCKIN RAIL ME.”  The young stud gasped as the big cock slammed into him again and again, bashing his prostate.  The big master bed squeaking and protesting as the two sweaty young studs mated aggressively on the bouncing mattress.

Granger leaned forward pressed his wet lips against the panting boy below him and plunged his tongue into the hot mouth as his powerful hips pistoned his swollen rod in and out of the hot tight confines of his lover’s hole.

“FUCK ME HARDER, FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR SEED YOU GORGEOUS STUD!”

“UUUUNNNNNN  I’M CUMMING!!  TAKE IT YOU HOT FUCK!!”

Granger collapsed on top of his sweaty young husband.  Their heaving muscular chests rising and falling against each other as hands stroked hot wet skin and lips found lips.

“I will never tire of you.  I swear it gets better every time we fuck.”

“Yeah, well now it’s your turn you pretty little bitch.  Get down there and suck your man’s cock, cause that is all the lube you are going to get when I plow your dainty little pink hole.”

Granger looked down at the stud below him with the huge smile on his face.  He moved his lips down to the strong neck and began to lick and suck the sweat from the gulping adams apple.  Then he moved lower and roughly sucked in the small brown nipple, pinning it between his teeth and tongue.

“UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGG, yeah suck that tit.  You are driving me crazy.”  Moaned the lustful young stud as he writhed and grasped the light brown hair pulling the farm studs face tighter to his muscular pec.

The big studs talented mouth moved further south along the firm six pack and drove his tongue into the sweat filled innie of the moaning boy.  He reached down with his big hand and cupped the boys’ heavy balls in his right hand as his tongue snaked out and lapped at the pool of pre-cum dripping from the cock ready to breed him.

He then licked the leaking piss slit, pushing the tip of his tongue into the gapping orifice.  “OH FUUUCCCKKK.  SUCK IT BOY.”  The big stud smiled and dropped his full lips to the trimmed pubes, the granite cock plunged into his throat.

“FFFUUUCCCCKKKK, pull off before you make me cum.  On your knees on the edge of the bed, NOW.”  The younger stud ordered, knowing how his big husband loved him taking control.  Granger smiled and quickly moved into position. 

Carson got up and moved behind the sculpted stud and pressed his slick cock head against the tight ring. He very slowly increased pressure till the tip broke through.  The young stud maintained the pressure and ever so slowly watched his swollen rod disappear into the hot muscular ass, knowing how it was driving the big stud crazy.

“Oh you fucking tease!  Stop it with the slow shit and FUCK ME already!  Slam that big cock into me.  Make me your bitch.”  Demanded the sex crazed stud.

“You big slutty bitch.”  Grinned Carson his cock buried deep and not moving.  “Beg for what you want.  Tell your man what you want him to do.”

“I need your big cock to fuck me.  Drive it in and out of my hungry hole.  Please fuck me.  I need your cock now.  Please fuck me and fuck me hard.”  Begged the big man.

Carson grinned knowing how hot this was making his lover.  He knew he would not be able to take much more waiting.  He began pull his cock back excruciatingly slowly till the tip was just resting against the pulsating stud’s ring.  “What was it you wanted again?”  Trying to stifle a giggle.

“GOD, STICK IT IN M… UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!”  The young stud slammed in hard, his low hanging balls flying forward and slapping loudly up against the sweaty taint of the groaning farm stud.

He grasped the hips of the big stud tightly and pulled back as he drove his hips forward over and over again, the sounds of slapping flesh filled the room.  “OH YEAH.  THAT’S IT.  OH FUCK!”

“Move up on the bed and lay on your side.”  Carson moved up behind Granger, his chest to the big mans back.  He reached down and grabbed the stud behind the right knee and pulled it up to the big man’s chest.  His right leg over Grangers left leg he drove his cock back into the loosened hole and began thrusting again.

He then pushed the big studs chin up and latched onto his mouth, driving his tongue down his throat as his cock slammed into the farm studs willing hole.   He ravaged the big man’s holes at both ends as he held the moaning big stud tightly to his muscular pecs.

Carson felt his balls pull up and his cock swell as he hit the point of now return.  “AAAAAHHHHHGGGGG!!”  He screamed into the sucking mouth as he pumped rope after rope of his hot baby makers into his lover’s fertile channel.

Granger felt the stud breeding him and it put him over the top.  His big cock spurted violently, the first shot landing across both of their chins, the next across his sweaty pecs and then the next four all over his rock-hard abs.

The two worn out boys lay there in each other arms as they came down from their earth-shattering orgasms.  Skin to skin holding each other, feeling their breathing and heart beats finally slowing.

“Dude.  I think that was the best ever.”  Breathed Granger to Carson as the young stud’s cock slid out of his hole.

“Yeah, with you, maybe.”  A giggling Carson was on his feet running for the shower, with the freshly bred farm stud hot on his heels.

 

The old barn, closer to the small house that Mr. Johns lived in, was set up more for livestock.  It had a few pens and a 25-acre pasture attached.  After Carson had graduated and would be working from home, Granger thought they should start to raise some of their own meat. 

He talked Carson into buying a couple of feeder pigs, some how they would split the pork up between them and their parents when they butchered them in the fall.  They also bought four angus heifers that were pregnant and would calve in the coming spring.

“I’ll make a farmer out of you yet.”  Granger had chided with a grin.

Carson smiled as he thought months ago how that would never happen.  Now here he was dumping the sloppy grain mixture into the trough as the pigs squealed and gulped it up.   

He tossed the bucket back into the barn and made his way to Mr. Johns house and knocked on the door.  “How are you doing this fine Saturday, Mr. Johns?”

“Feeling well Carson.  How are you boys doing?  Whatcha got there?”  He asked, not waiting for an answer.

“Oh, I made too much spaghetti and thought you would like some.”  Handing the old man the full plastic container.

“You know you boys do not have to look after me.  I don’t need it and I am sure you have better things to do.  I know how to cook, you know.”  He growled.

“The guys are coming over today for Granger’s birthday.  His actual birthday is next week, but Saturday works better for everyone’s schedule.  Our parents will be there too.  We are going to grill brats and burgers.  You are welcome to come and join us, if you got nothing going on.  No presents allowed.”

“If I come over for burgers for lunch, when the hell am I supposed to eat this damn spaghetti?  How could I even get him a present with this last-minute notice.”  He snapped.  “Well don’t just stand there.  Grab a chair and sit a spell.  Why the hell do you think I have this damn porch?”  Carson smiled and sat down in the wicker chair.  He wondered if the old man just liked busting his balls or if his memory was starting to go.  He had told him about the party today a number of times.

“You boys have real nice crops this year.  I don’t know if they have ever looked so good.”

“Granger really works at it.  He’s kind of obsessed I think.” 

“You have a good man there son.  Don’t fuck it up.  You will never do better.”

“I don’t plan on it sir.  Every day I am reminded how awesome he is.  I cannot imagine a life without him.”  Carson looked over as the old man pulled out his hanky and wiped his eyes.

“Damn pollen.”  He muttered.

“Well sir, I had better get going.  Have to get everything ready.  We’ll be having lunch around noon if you can make it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.  We’ll see.  I’m pretty damn busy you know.  Can’t be running around to birthday parties every day ya know.”

“Ok, well hope to see you.”  Carson chuckled as he walked away.  The old man was always gruff, but Carson knew that he thought of Granger like a son.  Carson knew by the way he now barked toward him, that he was pretty special to the old guy too.

 

Buck and Cutter were the first to arrive with their girlfriends in tow.  The guys rented a house in town.  The girls didn’t officially live there but were there all the time.  “Hey you bitches.  How’s it hanging?”  Buck yelled out upon arrival.

“A little to the leftist, Bob.”  Carson called back.  Giving each of the guys a bro-hug.

“Where’s the birthday bitch?”

“Who you calling a bitch?  Damn dude, you add a few pounds?”

“Birthday or not, I’ll kick your ass.”  Buck joked and hugged the big stud.  “Besides, not all of us can have a home gym in the basement.”

The girls made their way over to the iced tub of White Claws, when Tag’s truck pulled up.  Tag and his fiancé hopped out.  They lived together in the next town over.  Tag had knocked up Sherriff Thompson’s daughter, and well, now they were getting married.

“Hey guys.”  Carson called out just as his dad and stepmom pulled up, Granger’s parents right behind them. 

Carson was not sure when Mr. Johns had showed up, but he was over sitting with the parents gesturing wildly telling some story.  He looked to the side and saw Cody and Slade walking up, Cody carrying a big box.  They both still lived at their parents houses but in a month were moving into a house they rented together in town.  “Hey guys.” He yelled out.

“What is your secret?  Both of you look the same as you did in high school.”  Granger called out.

“At least you guys didn’t get fat, like Granger said I did.”  Buck added to everyone’s laughter.

“What’s with the box?”  Carson asked with curiosity, noticing everyone kind of getting up and gathering around.

“So we all know it is a little bit early for your first anniversary present, but this could not wait.” Buck began.  “We all wanted to get you something, but you know us guys, we didn’t have a clue.  Mr. Johns said that he had heard you guys talking about something and he knew a guy.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, just open the damn box.”  Mr. Johns snapped, to some muffled chuckles.

“Cody, do the honors.”

Cody pulled the top off the box and instantly a pair of loud squeals could be heard coming from the intended recipients.  Carson and Granger rushed to the box and pulled the large furry puppy out.  Both boys held him as the happy puppy licked both of their faces.

“Oh my god!  How did you know?  We’ve been talking about getting a dog.  He’s so cute.  What kind is he?  How old is he?”  The questions coming rapid fire from the two excited guys.  “What should we name him?”

“He’s a ten-week-old Bernese Mountain dog.”  Cody announced.  “As for a name….”

“The way these two are always making out, how about Hot Lips?”  Mr. Johns cracked, exploding the group into laughter.

Lots of suggestions were popping out but none seemed right.  Then Tag offered. “Why not combine your two names?  Gray from Granger and Son from Carson to make Grayson?”  The entire group agreed. 

The two boys looked at each other and then to the new addition to their lives, still licking at their necks,  “Grayson it is.”

“While we are at it, I have a gift for the love of my life.”  Carson started, reaching out and grasping Granger’s hand.  “It’s a birthday gift, but kind of an anniversary gift for both of us too.”  He handed Granger an envelope.

Granger opened it and his eyes bugged out of his head.  “NO FUCKING WAY!!  Ooops, sorry mom and mom.  OMG it is tickets to the Chicago Bears season opener at Soldier Field.”

“You lucky SOB!  Those are impossible to get.  How many tickets are there?”  Buck said, speaking for the group of excited ex-high school football players.

“There are two.”

“Since I brought the two of you together, you’re taking me, right big fella?”  Cutter grinned and batted his eyes.  

“Looks like it includes two nights in a hotel and dinner reservations, so no, sorry Cutter, but I think I’ll take my husband.  Thank you, Carson.  These are fantastic.”  He pulled the smaller stud into a long kiss as the crowd applauded.

Carson felt his phone buzz.  “Hey Katy.  I know, sorry you couldn’t make it.  I understand.  Sure, just a minute.  Hey Granger.  Come here a minute.  It’s Katy.  Hey, did you know the guys got us a puppy?  Oh you did.  I figured.  He is so cute!!!  And Cody said he is already mostly trained.  Guess we’ll find out what that means.  Here’s Granger.”

“Hey Katy.  Thanks girl.  Yeah, the big 2-4.  Thanks again for getting my boy that apron.  He looks so hot in it.  Just the other day he made some cinnamon ….”

“Ok, that is enough of that story.” Carson chuckled, snatching back his phone, looking at the fake-pouting Granger.  “No really.  Yeah, I am sure he will tell you later.  Bye.”  Carson sighed with resignation and hung up with a smile, shaking his head.

 

The party was a big hit.  The ‘rents left just before suppertime, along with Mr. Johns.  The rest of the gang polished off the rest of the burgers, brats and some spicy hot nachos.  The group then moved into the basement after dark.  They had a great time reminiscing hanging out at the bar and playing pool till late at night.  Some of the non-drivers were getting a little loud as the alcohol kicked in.

Carson and Granger were standing by the bar watching Cutter, Buck, Cody and Slade play pool, while the rest of the group mingled, music thumping in the background.  “You guys look so cute and happy together.”  Buck’s girlfriend slurred to the husbands.

“You know it is because of me that they are together.”  Cutter bragged.

“Oh boy.  Here we go again.”  Carson smirked rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, if it wasn’t for me and my boy Buck here, you know, um pointing Carson out to Granger, then even delivering the little stud to the fateful bon fire, none of this would be here.” Motioning his arms toward the husbands and around the room.

“You have to give some credit to this ballsy guy.”  Granger piped up.  “I mean here he is a sophomore like 5’6, doesn’t hardly know anybody at the bon fire and he just up and kisses the biggest senior there.”

“Wait, what?  Really?”  Buck’s girl exclaims.

“Well, it wasn’t quite that simple.”  Added a blushing Carson.  “I mean th….”

“Yeah, he fucked the big senior too.”  Chimed in a laughing Cutter to the whole room erupting in laughter.

“How’s the love life been lately?”  Tag yelled from the side of the room.

“Oh, I’ve been tapping this hot ass nearly everyday for six years now, pretty much since the bon fire.  Though I haven’t knocked him up yet, like some of us.”  Granger grinned, pulling his hot husband in tight to his muscular body, the room laughing even harder.

“Touché.”  Tag laughed.

“Well big boy, you wouldn’t be bragging so much if you could tap the fine ass I tap every night.”  Added Carson, to even more laughter as he pulled his hot husband’s face down and pressed their lips together.

“I see what Mr. Johns was talking about.  Give it a rest, bitches.”  Slade offered.  The group laughed again, while some began clinking on their glass bottles, making the studs kiss again.

 

The next week would be a busy one.  Carson had to go down to Rockford on Tuesday for two days of training on a new computer program for work.  The company would pay for meals and lodging, and Granger could come with him.  They would have a nice dinner at a fancy steak house they loved in Rockford then hit the town, before spending the night at an old turn of the century hotel. 

The next day Carson would have more training and they would be home around nine Wednesday night.  Slade volunteered to take care of Grayson and the animals so they could take their time coming home.

 

The boys pulled into the drive just after five on Wednesday.  Carson had nailed the training and his boss said he could leave early, since he had mastered the information already.

“Looks like Slade is still here.  He’s probably up at the barn feeding the pigs.”

The boys walked past Slade’s truck and into the house.  Right away they heard some muffled sounds coming from the back bedroom.  “Bet he’s banging some chick back there.”  Whispered Granger.

The two made their way silently down the hall and stood at the open bedroom door with their mouths hanging open in shock.  There on the bed were two sweat covered naked studs, fucking like their life depended on it.  Cody on his back, his muscular legs up on Slade’s broad shoulders as the hot ripped jock plundered his upturned ass.

“FUCK YEAH.  Stick me with that big cock.”  Cody cried.  “You’re going to make me cum!”

“I’M CUMMING!”  Slade yelled out as he slammed his hips forward and began pumping copious amounts of his young seed into his jacked friend.

“FUUUCCCKKK!”  Cody yelled just as he turned his head and looked into the eyes of the two in-shock homeowners with open mouths, frozen in place.  But it was too late to stop his impending eruption.  His young cock pulsated and shot a long arc of steaming cum up and across his red face.  The next stream hit him under the chin splattering in all direction with the force of the impact, the main stream flowing down both sides of his muscular neck.  The next six blasts, each slightly less than the previous, covered his sculpted pecs and abs.

 Slade looked down at his lover and seeing his bugged-out eyes, followed his gaze to see Carson and Granger still standing in shock at the bedroom door.  “What the fuck?”

He quickly pulled his cock out, flopped down beside Cody, grabbed the sheet and pulled it over their two sweaty bodies. “Think you guys could give us a minute?”  Slade asked weakly, snapping the boys out of their trance.

“Oh shit.  Yeah.  No problem.  Feel free to shower.”  Carson said, pushing Granger back and closing the bedroom door.

 

The boys sat in the living room side by side on the couch.  “Can you believe it?  Cody and Slade?  Did you know?”

“Of course not.  I would have told you.”  Carson whispered back.  “I would have swore they were both straight.”

“They looked hot as fuck going at it.”  Snickered Granger

“I know.  Right?  That was like the best porno ever.  I’m still sportin.  Shhh  I think I hear them coming.”

Freshly showered, clothed and red faced, Cody and Slade walked slowly into the living room and sat down, like two boys going to the principal’s office.

“Sooo.  How long has this been going on?  I want to hear the story.”  Granger asked with a smile.

The two interrogatees looked at each other.  “May as well tell ‘em, after what they just witnessed.”

“Well, when you guys got married, we all partied at that big hotel downtown.  Cody and I didn’t have dates so we thought we would share a room and save some money.  Everyone was kinda drunk and we were no exception.”

“We got to our room after the bar closed and I made us a night cap from some booze we had in the room.  The one queen bed was still piled with all our stuff thrown there in our rush to get ready.  We were still hot from all the dancing and had undressed all but our underwear.  We propped up some of the pillows and sat on the bed watching TV.  This way we each had a night stand to set our drinks on.”

“Dude, I don’t think you need to include all this detail.”  Cody said nervously. 

“Bro, look who we are talking to.  We said all along that these guys would be the first we would come out to.  Come on, they’re the closest cum guzzling butt whores we know.”  Slade joked trying to lower Cody’s anxiety. 

“I think I can speak for Carson here; we are totally loving the sordid details.  And between us, Carson is the guzzler.”  Drawing a light punch from the young stud.  “What happened next?”

“We were sitting there sipping our drinks, BS’n about how happy you guy looked that night, how bummed we were that both of us had struck out picking up some hot chick to fuck.  That moved into conversation on how horny we both were.  We both had been sportin tents for a while.”

“Ok, I think I need to provide some background at this point.”  Cody interjected.  “Slade and I discussed this a few months ago.  We both liked each other, you know, in that way.  But we had been so ‘trained’ shall I say, that we pushed it back in our minds.  It wasn’t allowed.  In my case I had zero doubt that my dad would dis-own me, stop paying for college, kick me out of the house.  My family and my extended family mean a lot to me.  I did not want to lose that.  Slade felt the same way.  But the biggest hurdle of all was I was afraid that I would lose my best friend.  We both were.”

“I know this sound crazy thinking from two guys who are attending the wedding of two of their closest guy friends, but you know, you’re Granger.  Everyone loves you and nothing will ever change that.  Carson, you were part of the Granger glow and so you were immune…  Fuck!  Help me out bro.  I am babbling and nothing is coming out right.”

“I got you babe.”  Slade said as he slid his hand over and rested it on Cody’s thigh.  “Ok, so we both had feelings for each other, but thought it was wrong and didn’t want to ruin our close friendship.”

“Back to the hotel room.  During the conversation, horny Cody here, asked me what the most surprising thing a girl had ever done to me.”  Cody rolled his eyes as Slade continued.  “I asked him if he remembered that girl Ava that I dated the summer after graduation.  Told him how we were out parking in the bed of my truck one night.  We were making out and had lost most of our clothes, when she began moving down, sucking my neck and moving lower.  I was looking forward to a blow job, but she stopped at my nipple.  She licked around it and began sucking and nipping at it.  I told him it was so fucking amazing.  That I had never heard of nipple play, but it was incredible.”

“Cody was shocked.  He couldn’t believe that a guy’s nipples could be sensitive in a sexual way.  That I was just making shit up.  I told him that I could prove it, but it was only to prove him wrong and was not a gay thing.  I looked him in the eye and moved my mouth over above his pec.  He knew what I was doing, but didn’t move or say anything, though I could tell his breathing changed.”

“I lowered my head and breathed out oh his dime sized brown spot.  I immediately saw goose bumps on his chest.  I stuck my tongue out and licked the nub.  It was as hard as a BB.  He let out this low guttural, groaning, growling like sound.  I think I heard something like it once watching the movie “American Werewolf in London.””  Making the guys burst out laughing and drawing an elbow to the ribs from Cody.

“Ok mister storyteller.  Let’s try not to go off the rails.  We know how you can get.”  Protested the still laughing Cody, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“I then sucked the whole thing into my mouth.  His entire back came off the bed, like I had enough suction to lift up his torso and he screamed like a raped ape.”  Cody sat next to the amused story teller, his right hand rubbing his forehead, hiding his eyes.  “Now you know that Cody is very ticklish, and I guess this plays into it.  I put my hand on his abs to hold him in place as I went to town, licking, nipping and sucking his overstimulated tit.  The words that were coming out of this kids mouth, well some of them were words, but holy shit he was loving it.  Next thing I know he grabs my hand that is sliding back and forth on his abs and pushes it down on his hard cock.”

“So let the record show, Cody was the first one to start the ‘gay shit.’” 

“You fucker.”  Said Cody choking back laughter.  “The real story is that his hand kept sliding down further and further till he was gripping my cock.”

“He said, he said.”  Monotoned Slade.  “Somehow our positions changed, and we were now both mouthing each other’s cocks through the thin underwear fabric.  I ripped his underwear off and sucked in his snot covered cock.  He did the same to me.  We didn’t last long.  In about 30 seconds this stud erupted like a thousand-year dormant volcano.  I thought I was going to drown.”

“Dude, you did the same to me.”

“You guys just saw this stud cum.  You witnessed how much he pumps out of those huge balls.  You know I am not making this shit up.  I even had him orgasm into a container one time and measured it.  It measured out to just under a quart.”  All three guys were red faced bent over laughing.

“You fucking liar.  We never did any such thing.  Guys you know he is putting this on.”  Said Cody, wiping his eyes again trying to recover.

“Bro, we did just see you shoot, and it was really, crazy impressive.  Not sure if it was quite a quart though.”  Granger joked.

“Ok, I see that I am outnumbered.  Some how Slade’s version of our story has become focused on my semen production abilities.”  The guys were all laughing together.

“But seriously, I love him so much.  I can’t wait till we are out in the open like you guys.  But that has to wait till I am out of my parents’ house.  You know my dad is the paster of the church in town. Finding out that I am gay could ruin him.  They could vote him out.  That church is my parents’ life.  Regardless of how our family dynamic ends up.  No matter how wrong I think he is, I don’t hate him, and I do not want to be the reason he loses his job and all his friends.  At least when I am out of his house, I will not be his responsibility.  That’s what I am hoping.”  Slade put his arm around Cody and pulled him in tight.

“I know man.  I got you.  My family is a big question mark too, but we are pretty certain on how yours will react.  I will support what you want to do 100%.  I love you too, man.”

“Us too.  I know you guys are worried about ‘no filter Granger’ but he is doing better, and I think he can keep this between us guys.  Don’t you think so babe?”

“I know I have caused you guys some uncomfortable situations in the past, by blurting out things I should not have said, but Carson is a great rudder for me.  We went through telling the parents together and know how it feels, terrified of the unknown.  But we had to be who we are.  It took some adjustment, but everyone came together, and we have a great relationship now.  That does not happen for everyone, but it did for us.  All I can tell you guys is that we are with you 100% as well.  We love you guys and will keep your secret as long as you want us to.  Even though Buck, Cutter and Tag will beat my ass when they find out I held back for once.”  Granger chuckled.

“Thanks guys.  It does feel good having someone know, though I am not sure how you found out would be the scenario I would have picked.”  Cody stated.  “Come on you hot stud.  I still have to drop you off at home.  We gotta bounce.”

 

“Holy shit.  What a night.  Can you believe Cody and Slade a couple?”  Carson stated as the two stood at the window watching Cody’s truck taillights disappear in the darkness.

“What I can’t believe is that story.  Between that and seeing those hot studs fuck, it has made me so fucking horny I didn’t think they would ever leave.  If you like the clothes you’re wearing you gorgeous bitch, you better get moving or they are going to be in a shredded all over the floor.  They are between me and that hot fucking body of yours.”  Granger growled with lust in his eyes.  Carson knew that look, squealed and took off running for the bedroom, shedding clothes on the way, Granger in hot pursuit doing the same.

The two naked studs landed with a crash on the big bed all tangled up, with their lips crushed together.  “Get on your back you hot fuck.”  Carson rolled over and lifted his muscular legs.  Granger lined up, then looked down.  There on the floor was Grayson looking up and wagging his tail.

“I can’t do this.”  Granger jumped up.

Carson sat up in shock.  “What are you…..Oh.”  He looked down as Granger picked up the pup and carried him out of the room. 

“Come on little guy.  Daddy is going to fuck daddy and you are too young to watch.”  Granger tossed the cute pup a treat and softly closed the bedroom door.  He then did a high athletic leap landing on top the shocked hot stud laying on the bed.

“So, daddy is going to fuck daddy?  Why does that sound so fucking hot?”  Carson moaned.

“You are soon going to find out, my gorgeous fuck boy.”

 

One last chapter coming soon….