Dogtags and Cowboy Boots

by Sean Michael

  Rock moaned, humping against Rig, sending that sweet ass against the wall again and again. Dick just grinned and rubbed against Rock's ass, loving when the man got all caveman and just took what he needed. Rig didn't look like he wasn't complaining either, low cries filling the air. He finished what he'd started with the clothes, having to push Rig's legs down from around Rock's waist to get the scrubs off, but finally they were all naked and all that rubbing felt fucking awesome.

  "Fucking sweet, man. Been needing."

  Dick nodded "Yeah, us too."

  Rock snorted. "You don't know if I was or not, kid."

  He chuckled. "Um... I hate to tell you this, big guy, but the whole base knew you weren't getting any. Even if you were still getting it from me."

  Rig chuckled. "Was somebody growling?"

  "Me?"

  Dick laughed at that injured tone. "Maybe just a little."

  "I'll take care of that problem, Rocketman. You know I will."

  "I'm counting on it," purred Rock.

  Dick couldn't help but grin. The growls were for an entirely different reason now.

  Rig chuckled. "Yeah?"

  "Fuck yeah. Kid's not bad, but in the morning, I only want one mouth around me."

  Rig's cheeks went bright and Rock got a deep, hard kiss.

  "I miss it, too." Dick gave Rig his best lost puppy look.

  Rig crowed, diving for his arms, trusting in him, mouth fastening on his. He caught Rig, moaning into that amazing mouth, letting Rig's tongue in, just melting. Rig's kiss made sure he knew he was missed, was wanted. He kissed back, letting Rig know it was mutual.

  Rock growled as the kiss went on, hands landing on their shoulders and dragging them down the hall.

  "Neanderthal." Rig threw his head back, laughed.

  "Yep. Only way to get any action around here." Rock winked.

  "Spoiled brat." Rig reached out, grabbed both their cocks.

  Dick cried out, pushing into that touch.

  "I thought I was a Neanderthal."

  "Huh?" Rig's eyes were on their cocks, tongue sliding over those lips.

  "I said why aren't you sucking yet?"

  "We were walking..." Rig knelt, lips wrapping around Rock's prick, then moving to suck his.

  Rock growled and wrapped an arm around him, tugging him in closer and holding the bases of their cocks together.

  "Mmm... I want." Rig opened up, tongue sliding over their cocks before slowly taking them in. Oh. Oh fuck that felt amazing. Dick moaned and Rock's mouth covered his, kissing him hard.

  Rig's head started bobbing, hands sliding up and down their thighs. He slid one hand through Rig's curls, feeling that head move. With his other hand he just held onto Rock, whimpering into the hot kiss. It was insane, the pressure and suction around his cock, Rock's prick pressed next to it.

  Rock started moving them and he followed, their cocks pushing into Rig's mouth and oh, fuck, he was just going to explode, any second. Rig cried out, the sound low and hungry, making things right again.

  He shuddered, coming hard.

  "Oh, fuck, kid!" Rock's spunk was hot against his cock and then gone as Rig swallowed it all down.

  Rig's lips were wet, swollen, parted as their pricks slid out.

  "Oh, fuck that's sexy," he gasped.

  Rock nodded. "Enough to keep a man hard. You needing, Rig?"

  "Always. Always. Been ages."

  Rock nodded and rumbled. "I need your ass around my cock."

  Dick moaned -- damn they were sexy. Rig moaned, too, arching into Rock nodded. "Fuck, yes. Please."

  Dick dug up the lube, passing it to Rock. "No, you get him ready, kid."

  Rig spread those long thighs, offering that sweet tight ass. "Need."

  "Oh..." Dick moaned and climbed onto the bed, rubbing Rig's ass with his hands, fingers sliding along the hot crease.

  "Uh-huh." Rig pressed against his hands, balls swaying. He bent and licked at them, and then the small patch of smooth skin and then at Rig's hole, tip of his tongue teasing. "Oh. Oh, fuck." Rig rippled, muscles twitching beneath his tongue.

  Whimpering, Dick pushed his tongue in, wetting Rig. Rig arched, rocking, riding his tongue, cries low and sweet. He shivered, the sounds making his cock hard. He moaned, working Rig harder, tongue pushing in and out.

  "Oh. Fuck. Kid." Rig reached down, squeezing the base of his own cock hard.

  He beamed, feeling a hundred feet tall.

  Rock chuckled. "You better let me in, kid. I don't want him popping off before I give him a good hard fucking."

  "Uhn. Fuck me. Now." Rig leaned down, panting, sweat making him shine.

  Dick lay down next to Rig, turning that face for a kiss as Rock settled behind Rig, rumbling. Rig dove into the kiss, shaking, those eyes just flaring. He opened his mouth wide, letting Rig have him, moaning as Rock's thrusts pushed Rig into him. Groaning, Rig whimpered, fucked his lips with that hot tongue.

  He wriggled until he was beneath Rig, hands sliding over warm skin.

  "Oh, yeah." Rig started rubbing, sliding over his skin.

  Whimpering, he rubbed back, starting to push up against Rock's thrusts. They were all-together, moaning, the three of them moving as one. His cock slid with Rig's, their tongues tangled, dancing. Rock's hand landed on his as it slid along Rig's side, connected them skin on skin on skin. Rig's cry was happy, low, sliding right up his spine.

  He moved faster, humping up against Rig, sliding their cocks together. He was so close, felt so good. Rig arched, shaking hard, eyes going wide as come sprayed over his belly. Dick cried out, Rig's come sparking his own pleasure. Shaking, he came and collapsed against the bed, Rock's thrusts sliding Rig against him.

  Rig wiggled, hummed, stomach muscles going taut, making Rock roar. He grinned, licking lazily at Rig's mouth.

  Rock threw himself down beside them, purring. "Fucking good to have you home, Rig.

  "Fuck, yeah. This working for a living thing's for the fucking birds."

  Rock snorted. "You'd be bored out of your skull in five minutes if you weren't working."

  Rig yawned and nodded. "Maybe three. I like what I do."

  "As long as it doesn't interfere with morning blow jobs, I like your job, too."

  Dick hid his grin at Rock's words.

  Rig chuckled. "Back on track tomorrow, Rocketman. Hell, I? Am off 'til Monday."

  Rock purred. "The kid and I have three days now that the shirkers are starting to come back."

  "Being sick is hardly shirking," Dick pointed out.

  "Mmmm... Three days of beer and burgers and fucking. We got lube?" Rig licked his nipple.

  "We do."

  "Kid's right. And if we run out, we'll just make our own."

  Rig chuckled. "Fucking-A. Good to be home, marines."

  "Yeah," murmured Dick, pressing close.

  Rock just grunted, one big hand sliding on his hip to pull them altogether. "Nap, more fucking, chicken and cake. That order."

  "Good plan." Rig turned his face, gave Rock a long kiss. "Real good, Blue."

  "They always are."

  Dick chuckled. Modesty and Rock were not familiar with each other. Of course, Rock had no need to be modest. The man was a stud and always as good as his word.

  They all settled, heavy and naked and hot and home. It was good. Fucking good.

  Rock started snoring and Dick grinned. It sure beat all the growling.

  ***

  Rig watched the puppy chased Grimmy's tail, cackling the entire time, the sweet little shit following Grim, tail wagging like nothing going.

  Fuck, it was cute.

  He stretched out on the sofa, one leg draping over the top, catching a glimpse of Rock coming in from mandatory grocery shopping duty, the kid right on that fine ass. Grinning, eyes bright.

  Cute.

  They came in, the dogs turning and heading for them. Rock grunted at them, but Dick put down his bags and crouched, giving them both lots of loving.

  Rig grinned, admiring h
is Marines. "Find anything good?"

  "Not 'til we got home," muttered Rock.

  Dick grinned over at him. "He's right."

  "Riding my coattails, kid?"

  Dick nodded. "It was a great line."

  "It wasn't a line, kid."

  Rig grinned, stretching, smiling over at Rock. The man knew how to make him feel good. Those blue eyes smiled back, Rock obviously in a good mood.

  "We got steaks," Dick told him. "Rock said he'd grill 'em if you made baked potatoes and a pie for dessert."

  "Oooh. No one does a steak like Rock." Rig nodded, knowing there would be fixings for chocolate pie in the bags. Those ingredients? Rock knew.

  "I got stuff for a salad, too."

  Rock snorted. "No peppers though."

  "Nope. But seeing as you aren't gonna eat any of it, I don't see why you care."

  "I don't care, kid, but Rig likes his peppers."

  "He can have my pepper any time he wants."

  Rig started chuckling, licking his lips. "Any time, kid?"

  Dick nodded, eyes wide and almost innocent.

  Rock snorted again. "We've got groceries to put away, kid."

  "I think Rig wants my pepper, Rock. I should let him have it."

  "Mmm... peppery marine..." He stripped off his sweater, sat up.

  Rock rolled his eyes. "I'll put them away. Go on, get your pepper sucked."

  Dick didn't need to be told twice, stripping as he came over.

  He was chuckling, grinning wide. "I tell you what, he's in a good mood, putting groceries away."

  Dick nodded, bending to kiss him. "He's been smiling ever since that blow job you gave him to wake him up this morning. You must have done something special"

  "I'll have to remember that." He'd slicked his fingers and stroked Rock's gland until his Blue roared, driving into his lips.

  "I've been hoping you might show me what you did?" Dick's eyes were shining down at him.

  "Yeah. You want me to repeat the experience?"

  Dick nodded. "Please?"

  He sucked his fingers into his mouth, nodding towards the sofa. Dick pulled off his pants and lay down eagerly, grinning up at him.

  "Hungry." He leaned down, one finger sliding deep, tongue dragging up Dick's shaft.

  Dick's eyes opened wide, a soft gasp sounding. "Oh, fuck, Rig."

  "Looks more like he's getting ready to suck your cock, kid." Rock's voice sounded behind him, one solid hand sliding along his spine.

  "You know it, Rocketman." He gave Rock a moan, a smile.

  "Lucky kid."

  "You got yours this morning," Dick pointed out.

  "I did, kid, but you know me -- I always want more of a good thing."

  "Mmm... Y'all are a very good thing." His finger pegged Dick's gland, the kid arching as he dropped his lips over Dick's cock. Dick's noises were loud, wanton, matched by Rock's purr. He loved those sounds, and he searched for more, adding another finger, more suction. Dick bucked and got louder, noisier, whimpering and moaning and begging with gasps.

  Over and over Rig worked that little gland, making Dick need, making Dick fly. It didn't take long at all for the kid to shoot, hips bucking as Dick's spunk filled his mouth.

  Rock chuckled softly. "Always so ready to shoot. Good thing he's young and gets it up quickly again."

  He licked at the tip of Dick's cock, nodding. "He doesn't let us down."

  Dick moaned softly again. "You guys just make me need so much."

  Rock's hand slid across Dick's belly. "That's what we're here for, kid. Now you think you've got the edge off enough we can have some fun?"

  He leaned to kiss and lick at Rock's hand, Dick's skin. Dick shifted, pressing into Rock's touch, his tongue. Rock's low rumbled sounded, hand turning to stroke his cheek.

  "Mmm..." He nuzzled, happy all through.

  "Well men, the chores are done for the day; I think it's time you both took a ride on the Rocketman."

  Dick giggled, hands sliding over him and Rock both, wherever the kid could reach. "That's my favorite ride."

  "I know it."

  "Worth paying two tickets for." Rig nodded, grinned as he worked his way up Dick's chest.

  "Two each," said Rock, making Dick laugh, the kid's chest wriggling beneath his mouth.

  "Two each?" Rig nipped a pink nipple. "Pricey ride." Dick squeaked and jerked, cock hard again, or maybe still, against his belly.

  "Well worth the price, I'd say," Rock noted.

  "You know I wouldn't give for you."

  Rock nodded and stretched, looking proud as fuck. And with reason. The man got more buff every year, muscles hard and enticing.

  "You know, I shouldn't be the only one here naked if we're taking a ride," Dick pointed out.

  Rig nodded. "Excellent point." He sat up, tugging Rock's shirt off, just like that, mouth finding Rock's skin. Rock purred for him, hands sliding beneath his t-shirt to feel him up. Dick was quick to work the t-shirt up and off, making his mouth leave Rock's skin to do so.

  He licked and sucked at Rock's belly, fingers working the fly of those jeans open. Rock returned the favor, hands meeting Dick's the two of them fighting over his fly, fingers and hands pushing against his prick, driving him mad.

  He groaned, teeth just sliding over Rock's skin. "Fuck."

  "Yeah, that's where we're headed."

  Dick giggled at Rock's words, fingers finally freeing his cock and getting around it before Rock could. Rock didn't seem to mind though; he pushed his hands down the back of Rig's pants, grabbing his ass instead.

  "Mmm..." He wriggled, caught in the finest hands on Earth.

  Dick's mouth slid along the back of his neck, tongue tasting his skin, hand working his cock. That made him shiver, made him ache. Made him the luckiest fucking redneck on Earth. Rock groaned as his own wandering lips found one of his Blue's little nipples, the hands on his ass squeezing tight. He purred, tongue sliding over the tight flesh, lips tugging.

  "Sweet fucking tongue, Rig. Fucking love your mouth."

  He smiled up into those blue-blue eyes, sucked harder, so fucking horny. Rock groaned for him, the sound getting louder as Dick's fingers tugged his and Rock's prick's together, thumb squeezing the heads tight. He hummed against Rock's nipple, hips jerking. "Oh, fuck, don't stop, kid."

  Dick made a noise against his back and didn't stop, hand working them together, thumb occasionally sliding across the top of both cocks. He kid was hard against his back, rubbing the long prick into his lower back while Rock continued to squeeze and knead his ass. He switched nipples, pulling and licking, needing.

  "Fucking good," muttered Rock, a shiver going through the big body. "I'd say I'm fucking ready -- who wants the first ride?"

  Rig chuckled, moved up to take a hard kiss. He liked being last, liked snuggling and holding after, but he wouldn't be greedy.

  "I just got off," murmured Dick. "You should go first, Rig." And that was just like the kid to not be greedy, too.

  "I've got more than enough for both of you." Rock shifted them all, settling against the back of the couch, legs spread wide.

  He leaned down, licking and nuzzling those soft, hot heavy balls. Rock moaned, fingers sliding through his hair as one of Dick's fingers, slick and slippery, slid along his crease. He spread, offering his ass to the kid, breathing the rich, male scent of Rock in. Rock's hips pushed those balls against his face, Dick pushing in a second finger and finding his gland.

  "Mmm..." He opened his lips, tongue pressing out.

  Rock purred and Dick whimpered. "You're so tight, Rig. So hot and soft."

  Oh, fuck, he was needing, taking one ball in and sucking, so careful. Rock moaned low, that one hand still in his hair, the other one kneading his shoulder. Dick kept pegging his gland, stretching and slicking him up for Rock's fat prick. He rocked, groaning, whimpering. Fucking needing it.

  Dick kept on fucking him with those fingers until Rock growled. "Enough already, slick up my cock and let him ride, kid."

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nbsp; "Fuck, yeah." He nodded, ready to ride Rock right into the ground.

  Dick's fingers slid away to wrap around Rock's cock, spreading lube on the thick heat. "All yours," murmured the kid as his hand slid away and Rig didn't know if Dick was talking to him or to Rock and he figured it didn't matter any. He caught those eyes as he sank down, lips parting as that cock spread him.

  Dick moaned and settled next to them on the couch, eyes watching them, fingers sliding over his skin, over Rock's. Most of his attention though was on those blue eyes that stared into him and the fat cock that filled him up. He nodded, brought their lips together, tongue sliding in for a deep, slow kiss.

  Rock's rumble vibrated his lips, those big hands sliding around his waist, holding on, helping him find a rhythm as he rose and fell on Rock's cock. Oh, man. He could do this forever, riding and rocking, harder than Chinese algebra, needing this more than breath.

  Dick's hand slid around his cock, palm hot and good as it rubbed. "You two look so amazing together. You make me want." He reached out, drew Dick into their kiss, hand sliding around Dick's waist. Dick whimpered, pressing close, hand tightening on his prick. "I bet all three of us look pretty amazing together."

  Rock chuckled. "We'll have to find one of those hotels with the mirrors over the bed. Now less talking and more making out, kid."

  Their mouths merged again, three pairs of lips, three tongues, sliding, licking, playing together. Rig's fingers found Dick's cock, rubbing in time with all of them. Dick whimpered into their mouths, humping hard against him and Rock groaned, hips pushing faster. They worked together, Rig bouncing on Rock's prick, purrs and growls and cries shared between them.

  "Oh fuck," murmured Dick, heat splashing over his hand.

  "Mmm..." He arched, riding harder, faster. "Yeah."

  "Your turn," murmured Rock and Dick's hand moved harder, faster on his cock.

  He nodded, squeezing tight, balls drawing up as he gasped. Dick's mouth slid over the tip of his cock as he came, catching his come. His ass squeezed Rock's prick, so fat and heavy inside him.

  Rock groaned. "You wanting your ride, kid?"

  Dick panted. "If I get a raincheck, I'll wait 'til later."