Dogtags and Cowboy Boots

by Sean Michael

  Rock just grinned and leaned in for another kiss. "No insult, kid. You finish fussing with your cake and I'll fuck your ass through the mattress."

  "Such a generous offer." Rig grinned, started running hot water in the sink.

  "No, I'll do the dishes, Rig. I said I would."

  "You deal with that cake, kid."

  "But then I'll do the dishes. I made the mess." He started putting the cake into the fridge, making room for it.

  "I'll do the fucking dishes," muttered Rock.

  Rig grinned. "Come help me, up close and personal."

  Rock purred. "I can do that."

  Dick grinned, watching as Rock stepped up behind Rig, arms going around him and playing with the water. Rig just laughed, leaning back into Rock's strength.

  He got the cake into the fridge and grabbed the dishtowel, drying as they washed. Funny how even a chore could be fun done together.

  Rock kept giving Rig long, sloppy kisses, distracting their cowboy, getting water everywhere. Of course soaked Rock and Rig? Was a good thing. Without even really realizing it, he gave up drying in favor of watching them. Rock's hands were under Rig's shirt; Rig's thighs were parted, ass rocking in a steady motion. The only thing missing was the naked.

  And that's where he came in.

  Dropping the dish towel, he went over and started working Rock's jeans open. The wet t-shirts? Those were staying. Rig's hips were rocking, tight little cowboy butt working against Rock.

  Rock purred and gave him a kiss. "Knew we could count on you, kid."

  Grinning, he just kept at it, tugging Rock's jeans down almost to his knees before working Rig's down as well. Rig leaned over the sink, pretending to reach for something, teasing Rock. Rock groaned and pushed forward hard, hands on Rig's hips. Dick stripped and pushed up against Rock, his own hands dropping to Rock's waist.

  "Mmm... Warm, Rocketman. Feels fucking good."

  Rock purred. "I know it."

  Dick chuckled and pressed harder against Rock, those low purrs increasing. Rig turned, facing Rock, offering those lips for a kiss. Rock didn't need to be asked twice, his mouth closing over Rig's, the heat of their kiss making Dick moan and rub harder against Rock's ass. Rig's hand curled around his scalp, petting him. He reached out himself, one hand sliding up along Rock's side, the other finding one of Rig's nipples and tweaking it through his wet t-shirt.

  Fuck, they were sexy.

  Rig's fingers tightened, a muffled moan sounding, trapped by Rock's mouth. He rubbed harder against Rock's ass, that sound spiking his want.

  Rock chuckled and pulled away from the kiss long enough to tease him. "Fuck, kid, you just came. Ah, to be young again."

  Rig hopped up on the counter, legs draping around Rock and him. "You telling me you're old?"

  Rock snorted, hands landing on Rig's ass and pulling him up against that hard prick. "Does this feel old to you?"

  "You did call me young," Dick pointed out. Sometimes it was fun to play with the bear -- especially when he was safely wrapped around Rig.

  "It wasn't a compliment, kid."

  He laughed at the grump in Rock's voice. Rig hummed, leaning in to lick at Rock's lips. Dick grinned and licked at the base of Rock's neck, finding his spine and starting to slowly work his way down.

  He kept an eye on the Rig and Rock action going on in front of him. Rig pushed into Rock's strength, tongue fucking Rock's lips. He moaned, hand reaching around to take their pricks and rub them together. He got two moans, deep and low and needy, Rig's legs going tight around them.

  "Hot," he muttered, hand working those cocks, mouth working Rock's spine, and it made him whimper when a ripple went through the big guy.

  Rig was rubbing, cock leaking, so hot against Rock's prick, his hand. Suddenly, Rock's back wasn't enough and he pushed between their chests, mouth making a beeline for those two hard pricks.

  "Oh. Sweet fuck." Rig arched, teetering on the edge of the sink. Rock had Rig though, keeping him upright, keeping their hips together so Dick could take both their heads in at the same time.

  They were so hot, leaking and wet-tipped. Tasted so good, too and he sucked hard, tongue sliding across the tips, collecting the liquid there. He could hear them both, moaning and shifting, grunting above him. He slid his hand up between their legs, fingering both sets of balls as he sucked harder, eager to hear more sounds.

  "Oh. Oh, better than fucking chocolate any day." Rig's drawl was thick, pure sex.

  Rock grunted and then agreed with a husky, "yeah."

  Moaning, Dick sucked harder, took them in deeper. Rig groaned, pushing up into his mouth.

  They started a rhythm, Rig pushing deeper as Rock pulled shallow and then Rock deep, Rig shallow. Back and forth, one and then the other and he moaned, relaxing his throat, taking it all. Rig started talking, filthy promises and praises and shit that were so hot, so sexy.

  It made him moan and whimper and work harder to bring them off, his own cock just throbbing.

  "Soon, kid. Sweet fuck. Gonna." Rig's cock throbbed, swelling in his lips.

  He moaned, wanting it, ready to swallow Rig down. The splash of heat was rich and salty, all male, all Rig. His mouth was so full and he swallowed and swallowed it down.

  "Almost there, kid," groaned Rock, cock pushing deep into his throat. When he swallowed around it, Rock roared and his come joined Rig's in Dick's belly.

  Rig was panting, head back. "Don't... don't let me fall, Blue."

  Rock snorted. "Not gonna happen, Rabbit."

  Dick just hummed and slowly pulled off them, licking and nuzzling and cleaning them both.

  "Mmm... so fucking good to us, kid." Rig's hand was gentle, easy in his hair.

  Smiling, he kissed Rig's belly and then Rock's, and straightened, happy to take a nice long kiss from both of them at the same time.

  "I try."

  "Everybody should try like you do, kid." Rock gave him a wink and another hard kiss. "Can we have cake now?"

  Rig nodded. "Fuck, yes. Chocolate. Sex. Nummy."

  He grinned and took out three plates from the cupboard.

  Yeah, as romance went, they weren't going to win any awards, but it sure as hell worked for them.

  August 2005

  Dick was playing poker against the computer and losing.

  At least the computer didn't expect him to take off his clothes or perform sexual favors. Not that that wasn't a side benefit to losing when he played with Rock and Rig. But still, he liked to win as much as the next guy, so he was practicing.

  He'd considered if it was cheating and decided that it wasn't. He wasn't fixing the deck or marking cards or anything, he was just getting more experience at playing. Rock and Rig had a lot of years of playing under their belts and he was at a distinct disadvantage.

  Of course the way the computer was kicking his butt, the practicing wasn't doing him much good anyway.

  Rig wandered in, hands full of grocery bags and uniforms. "Hey kid. There's beer and coke in the jeep. Fetch and carry some?"

  He closed the program and popped up, grinning as went to do as Rig asked. "Don't think I haven't figured out why you keep me around," he teased.

  "That's it. I keep you and Rock to carry shit for me."

  He was still laughing as he brought the drinks in. Rig was bent over, ass in the air, putting cans of dog food away. His laughter faded away, his cock going way hard just like that. Man, that was one sweet ass.

  "You cool, kid?" Grey eyes blinked over, upside down.

  "Nope. I wouldn't say cool is what I am."

  Rig tilted his head, then stood, turned toward him. "No?"

  "No. I mean, isn't it pretty hot in here?" He put down the beer and coke near the fridge.

  Rig came closer, smelling fine, looking good. "You running a fever?"

  He grinned. "I don't know, maybe you'd better check me out."

  "You flirt." Rig pushed right up, hands sliding up his arms.

  He felt his cheeks color but he circled his arm
s around Rig's waist. "You can't blame me."

  "No?" Rig smiled, leaned right in for a kiss. "Hey."

  "Hey," he murmured, smiling right back. He closed the distance between their lips, moaning softly as they kissed.

  Rig's hands pushed up past his neck, holding his head. He whimpered, holding Rig closer. Fuck, it always felt so good.

  "So fucking hungry." Rig licked his lips, groaning low.

  "Starving." His tongue slid out to play with Rig's.

  "Let's go fuck."

  He giggled. "Yeah, okay. You think we should put the beer in the fridge first?"

  "Yeah. Warm beer sucks." Rig winked. "Rock'll pitch a fit."

  "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. And there's better things for him to pitch."

  Rig chuckled, reached down and pinched his ass. "Oh. Wait. You said pitch..."

  He shrieked and then giggled and pinched back. That started the tickle fight, both of them pouncing and poking and laughing hard.

  "I can't leave the two of you alone for a few minutes without you regressing to five year olds and leaving the beer to get warm." Rock sounded more amused than pissed off.

  Rig blew a raspberry at Rock, then twisted beneath Dick as he found a ticklish spot. Rock just laughed and shook his head, and went to put the beer in the fridge.

  Dick looked shocked. "Wriggling Rig and you're more interested in the beer?"

  "Rig's not going anywhere -- you're holding him down. And this way the beer will be cold when we're done fucking. Use your head, kid."

  Rig reached down and squeezed his cock. "Yeah. Use your head."

  He giggled, moaned, pushed into Rig's hand. "You gonna help me?"

  Rig chuckled, squeezed harder, rubbed a little. "Goober."

  He was going to complain about the goober thing, but he was too busy burying his tongue in Rig's mouth. His jeans got loosened, fingers sliding inside and wrapping around his cock.

  "Can't you two wait for the bedroom?"

  Rig snorted, stroking harder, eyes shining up at him.

  "No," he answered, hips moving urgently, whimpers and moans coming from him.

  "Mmm..." Rig licked and kissed, tongue fucking his mouth in time with the hand working his prick.

  "Rig! Oh!" Eyes going wide, he came, the pleasure like lightning shooting up his spine.

  "Oh, yeah. Yeah." Rig nodded, moaned. "Fucking hot."

  "Smells fucking good," muttered Rock. "Come on now, you two. Bed."

  "Hell, yes." Rig licked his own hand clean, groaning low. "Bed."

  He grinned and nodded. He could get behind that. He headed down the hall, letting his ass wiggle for them. He heard a brief struggle behind him, then footsteps followed, Rig gasping and chuckling.

  He laughed. "You guys arguing over who gets me first?"

  "Already had you." Rig chuckled, jumping on the bed.

  He pouted. "That was just a warm up."

  Rock laughed. "Greedy, kid."

  Rig nodded. "Greedy. Hot. Hung. God bless the Marines."

  "We aim to please," said Rock.

  Dick just giggled.

  Rig cackled, waggled his ass. "You got decent aim, roadbump?"

  "Who you calling roadbump, redneck?"

  Grinning, Dick settled against the pillows, watching them.

  "That would be you, tall, dark and studly." Rig's drawl went deep and pure sex, just like that.

  "Well if you're going to put it like that..." Rock started stripping, eyes hot and heavy on Rig as he pulled off his clothes.

  It made Dick wriggle, cock going hard again. Rig spread, moving, taunting Rock, teasing.

  "Get him naked, kid." The words were growled, on fire and Dick hurried to obey.

  "Gonna fuck me good and hard, Rocketman?" Oh, Rig was pushing, just begging for it.

  "Is there any other way?" Rock asked.

  Rig chuckled. "Well, you could try crappy and soft, but you'd have to really stretch for it..."

  Rock growled. "I couldn't do crappy and soft if I tried. Spread 'em, cowboy. I'm gonna ride."

  "Fuck, yes." Christ no one gave it up like Rig did.

  Dick moaned, hand dropping to his cock. Rig looked at him, licked his lips, grunted. He grinned, stroked a little.

  Rock laughed. "Slut."

  "Yours." Rig nodded, smiled that slow, sexy smile.

  That had Rock purring. "Yes."

  Dick whimpered and stroked harder. Fuck, they were sexy.

  "Come on, now. I need it."

  "Oh, you're going to beg now. I think I like that." Rock knelt on the bed between Rig's legs. "I think I like that almost as much as I like fucking that sweet little hole of yours."

  Rig chuckled, reached out to stroke Rock's belly. "Not begging. Just telling the truth."

  "You do know how to sweet talk a man." Rock pushed a finger in behind Rig's balls and Dick whimpered.

  "Don't hold out on Rig, kid. Save that for him."

  Rig started riding Rock's finger, long, lean body rippling.

  "Oh, that's pretty," he murmured, hand working hard.

  "Mmmm..." Rig reached up, braced himself on the headboard.

  "Yeah, just like that, Rig." Rock pushed a second finger in.

  Dick whimpered again. "Can I fuck your mouth?" he asked.

  "Fuck, yes. Yes." Rig nodded, moving faster, harder.

  He bent and kissed the tip of Rig's prick and then straddled Rig's head. His fingers tangled with Rig's on the headboard as his cock nudged at Rig's lips. That hot, hungry, amazing mouth opened right up, sucking and pulling at him. A shudder went through him and he started making noises, each one pulled out of him by Rig's mouth.

  "Fuck yeah, kid. Nice."

  One of Rock's finger's teased his hole, made him jerk. Rig smiled around his cock, sucked harder. He knew the moment Rock's cock slid into Rig's ass, that sweet fucking mouth tightening around his prick. Rig's eyes rolled, a deep cry vibrating his cock.

  Gasping, he started moving harder, faster, crying out himself as two of Rock’s fingers sank deep into his ass. The bed creaked, Rig bracing them all as their movements got faster, harder. His own cries were filling the air, whimpers and gasps and moans, punctuated by the occasional sound from Rock. It was too good to last and just like always, Rig's mouth pulled Dick's orgasm right out of him.

  Crying out, he shot down Rig's throat. Rig took him all, swallowing and moaning and humming around his prick. Whimpering, he kept moving, letting his cock slide on Rig's tongue. Fuck, it was so good. So unbelievably good.

  Rig's eyes blinked up, dragging along his body until they met his own. Needy and happy and hot -- there was nothing like that look.

  Rock's fingers slipped out of him and he pulled out of Rig's mouth, shifting so he could kiss Rig as his hand met Rock's around Rig's prick. Rock grunted, moving faster. Rig keened, arching, entire body fucking begging for it, for them.

  Leaving Rig's mouth, Dick focused on the sweet nipples, knowing how much even the slightest touches drove Rig crazy.

  "Oh! Fuck!" He heard Rig's cry, Rock's grunt and then heat poured over his fingers.

  Rock thrust a few more times, jerky pushes that ended with his roar. All three of them collapsed together, legs tangled, his and Rock's hands curled together on Rig's belly. Rock got a slow kiss, then he got one, then Rock again, Rig humming and snuggling.

  Rock pulled the covers over them with a grunt. "I suppose I'm buying pizza tonight."

  "Later." Rig settled in. "Or we can go get burgers and fries and milkshakes. Later."

  "Not too much later," grumbled Rock and Dick had to hide his grin. With one appetite fed, Rock was thinking of another.

  "'kay." Rig nuzzled into Rock's throat, Rock's eyes closing.

  Dick grinned and cuddled in. This beat practicing poker any day.

  ***

  Dick sat at the table with the guys, frowning at his cards. He still wasn't great at poker and he was getting his ass beat. The problem was, he was also getting horny, because the last time he'd played poker
... well he'd still been losing then, despite his practicing, but losing with Rig and Rock was always as much fun as winning.

  Rock grunted and kicked him under the table. "Come on, kid. Your turn."

  "Huh? Oh!" He blushed as he met knowing blue eyes and threw a twenty on the pot. "Call."

  There were groans around the table and one after one, the others all folded. All except for Rock who matched his twenty and put down his cards. "Full house, kid."

  He looked down at his own cards, not even sure what he had. "Oh. King high," he said, showing his garbage hand and going redder.

  There were hoots and hollers all around the table and Rock just laughed, collecting all the money.

  "How did you know the kid had a shit hand?" Gutterez asked.

  "Because the kid always has a shit hand." Rock gave him a wink and started dealing.

  Dick just grinned, color remaining high as he remembered just how different losing with Rock and Rig was compared to losing with the guys.

  And if he was lucky, he'd be reminded after everyone went home and they set up a private game of their own.

  September 2005

  Dick looked down at himself and shook his head. There was no way he was wearing this in public and he didn't believe any of the other guys were either. Jackson's wife had come up with the idea of a uniform for the guys on their team for the charity games and Jackson had just shrugged apologetically and told the rest of them they'd understand when they were married.

  Dick snorted. His guys? Would never have dressed him up in skin tight biking shorts and t-shirt like this.

  Well. They might, but they'd keep him inside. Fuck, the thought of Rock and Rig was turning him on and damn, these stupid things left nothing to the imagination.

  A wolf-whistle split the air. "Woo-hoo! Look at that! Shake it, baby!" Rig applauded, leaning against the doorframe.

  Dick went beet red and actually dropped his hands in front of himself, feeling like an idiot. "Jackson's wife picked them."

  "They're fucking hot. Lemme see the back."

  "Hot? They're revealing enough." He turned around, twisting to see. "Are they just as tight back there?"

  Rig made a low, needy noise, coming across the room, hands reaching for Dick's ass.

  Oh. Okay, maybe there were some benefits to these things.