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Obi-wan laid sticky with his cum against his stomach from his spent cock on the Texas Rangers bed spread next to his dozing cowboy lover. This cherished younger man had already wedge a plug up his hole to contain the spend from their love-making.
The elder man was hesitant to rise up, but he soon spotted from his peripheral view headlights, indicating that the twins were pulling up in the driveway of the Skywalker Ranch.
He sighed that he was forced to get up from the post-coital bliss but left for the hallway bathroom to clean himself off and eventually returned from to the bedroom to chuckle to himself when he peered inside that his sexy rancher of a lover rolled over to his side, possessively gripping the bedspread, probably wanting his bedwarmer to return.
Obi-wan wanted to have pity on the dirty blonde-haired man for the serenity he was portraying but decided against it because his biological twins were about to be inside the two-story home.
“Anakin, wake up,” barked the auburn-haired man as he threw his wet yet dirty-with-cum washcloth at his younger lover’s head.
The dirty blonde-haired man groaned and then lifted up his head with the washcloth in tow, “I must’ve not done a good job if you’re able to get up before I do.”
The high school social studies teacher smirked, “True, somewhat, but I only got up because Luke and Leia are about to enter the house.”
With that utterance of information, Anakin suddenly sprang into action, harnessing the filthy washcloth on top of his head to tidy up his spent prick and then rapidly getting dressed.
“Say something next time, you sly fox,” griped the younger man as he finished rearranging his clothes on his body to be presentable before he kissed his elder lover on his bearded cheek, dashing down the stairs in a mad haste.
Obi-wan smiled at his Speedy Gonzalez of a lover while outfitting himself with cowboy attire, i.e. plaid long sleeve shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. Once he was fully clothed, he headed downstairs to greet the twins.
“Honestly, dad, if ya need us to get out of the house, we would for your booty call,” huffed Leia as she surveyed her father, regarding his flushed and slightly frazzled state.
“Leia, don’t give me smart-ass remarks,” replied Anakin with a frown as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“She’s right though, father,” retorted Luke as he then turns a slight shade of pink when he noticed his World History teacher come down the stairs, saddling up next to their father with a slightly disheveled appearance.
Obi-wan eyes his current student’s reflection and just because he is not on school premises, he decided to tease him with a sultry moan, “Oh dear one, you tied me up so well.”
Both twins blushed profusely along with their father before they all yelled either ‘Obi-wan!’ or ‘Mr. Kenobi!’ from the innuendo just stated from the high school social studies teacher.
The elder man laughs before the rest of the Skywalker family joins in.
Once they finished from their triad of laughter, Anakin rubs his hands together and says with a maniacal grin on his face, “I’ve got the good stuff, courtesy of the Fetts.”
The twins eyes sparkle with glee, “Really, so did we get the big one?”
The father puffs out his chest and declares a triumphant yes which causes the twins to scamper outside near the dry field.
Obi-wan watched the exchange before he raised his hand briefly to get his younger lover’s attention, “Did I happen to miss something?”
Anakin winked at the elder man before he pulled him outside, “Just follow me.”
The auburn-haired man beamed and trailed behind, grasping his cowboy’s callous hand.
The Skywalker clan and Obi-wan reached their destination that was about a mile and half away from the beloved home. Artoo and Arfour along with Arseven Jr. were waiting by a medium-sized utility trailer that usually hauls small equipment, i.e. lawnmowers, but had fireworks set up on top of it instead.
“Fireworks?” questioned Obi-wan.
Anakin grinned ear-to-ear, “Yup! 4th of July is my favorite holiday while New Year's Eve trails behind it because of these bad boys here.”
The elder man saw varying sizes and designs and wondered which of these is the big one like the twins mentioned earlier.
“May we please light it, dad?” begged the twins who already lit a sparkler in their hands.
The rancher gruffly said, “Fine, but the big one is mine.”
The twins happily agreed before they lit the fuse that connected to all the fireworks and immediately an explosion of beauty radiated in the sky minutes away from the New Year.
As the twins enjoyed the show, Obi-wan was also transfixed on the spectacular display that he didn’t notice his cowboy seeking off to pull out the big one.
“Let’s finish with a bang!” hollered Anakin as he burnt the fuse to the big one, lighting up the sky on impact.
Obi-wan gasped along with the twins displaying shocked to ecstatic facial features.
While the three were gazing at the finale, the rancher crept towards his elder lover, bowing down on one knee once he reached where Obi-wan was.
The auburn-haired man swiveled to gander at his cowboy when Anakin touched his wrist with his fingertips, covering his bearded mouth instantaneously.
“Obi-wan Kenobi, would ya do me the honor of marrying me, foxy?” asked Anakin as he pulled out a ring box which had a silver ring fitted for the elder man with a barbed wire design on it.
Obi-wan couldn’t believe it, but he already knew the answer, “Si, mi vaquero.”