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  "I reckon some of bits of all of 'em are, you know?" Rig shrugged. "I mean, there's lots of folks who'd say I wasn't a cowboy -- I rode a lot, chased cattle round the pasture, but I didn't do the rodeo thing."

  "So you're only a cowboy in Texas if you do the rodeo thing? 'Cause I always thought it was anyone who wore boots and a cowboy hat."

  "It depends on who you talk to, kid, but boots and a hat don't make a cowboy. Any fool can manage that." Rig shook his head. "I'm not sure there's any rules. Just, you are a cowboy or you're not."

  "So are you a cowboy then?"

  Rock snorted. "Through and through. You can take the boy out of Texas but you can't take Texas out of the boy. You just wait until the chili cookoff is on."

  Rig grinned, pinked a little, but nodded. "I am proud of my roots, some."

  "Some?" Rock chuckled and would have swatted Rig's ass if the man hadn't been sitting on it. "That's like saying I like my morning blow jobs. Some."

  That got a chuckle, Rig rolling his eyes. "It's like the old saying. Never ask a man if he's from Texas. If he is? He'll tell you. If he's not? Ain't no use embarrassing the poor thing."

  That had him rolling his own eyes, the kid giggling away.

  "So is everything bigger in Texas, Rig?"

  He waited for the answer to that one, ready with his own non-Texan evidence that not everything was.

  "Nope. But damn near everything's better." One hand reached out, slid down his belly. "And there's precious little that would get my ass to leave."

  He stretched, encouraging Rig's hand down. "Nothing little about that, Rig."

  "No?" Rig hummed, fingers wandering, sliding through his pubes, down to cup his balls.

  He purred, legs spreading. "You tell me," he suggested.

  Dick grinned. "It always comes back to sex, doesn't it?"

  "You're the one who brought it up, kid."

  "I did?"

  "Yep."

  "How?"

  "Let me quote you. 'So is everything bigger in Texas, Rig?'" He grinned as the kid blushed a little. He loved that. Kid could suck you down like a fucking Hoover, but he could still blush, too.

  Rig leaned over, lips sliding over the kid's jaw as his cock was taken in those long fingers. "How could it not be about sex, Dick? With you two right here? Naked? Warm?"

  "I don't know." The kid's voice was soft, already lost. Rig kind of had that effect on both of them. His own hips were already pushing, wanting.

  "Nothing wrong with making each other feel good. Nothing wrong with taking what you need." Rig was licking at Dick's neck, fingers sliding on his cock and driving him crazy.

  Dick moaned softly, hands reaching out, fingers finding Rig's shoulders and holding on. Kid was a slut, just like his Rig. A real hedonist. Those grey eyes grinned over Dick's shoulder, self-satisfied and pleased as fuck.

  Grinning, he wrapped his hand around Rig's, tugging on his prick.

  "Greedy." Rig bit Dick's earlobe, thumb sliding along the head of his cock.

  He laughed as Dick gasped. "Nothing wrong with taking what you need."

  A long groan was pulled from him as Rig's thumb slid across the head again.

  "Mmm... what do you need, kid?" That wicked tongue kept traveling, teasing Dick the whole way.

  "Oh... anything."

  Rock chuckled at the kid. "Or everything?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "You want to fuck me? Want my mouth?" Rig was wicked, that drawl pure sex.

  "Oh, fuck." A sweet shudder went through the kid.

  "Either way I'll fuck you," he told the kid.

  Dick nodded, ass pushing back toward him.

  Rig chuckled, brought Dick's lips close for a kiss. "Decide, now."

  "Your mouth?"

  Rock snorted. "That a question, kid?"

  Dick shook his head and cleared his throat. "I want to your mouth, Rig. Please."

  "Mmm... yeah. Yeah, kid." Rig licked at Dick's mouth, the little slut still working his prick. Not that he was complaining. Just the opposite, in fact, his hips pumping his prick through those fingers. He reached under the cushions, searching for the lube.

  Rig had the kid twisting, moaning, shivering as that mouth moved down, licking and kissing. The kid sure made some sweet noises, like their very own private porn soundtrack. He found the lube and slicked up his fingers, teasing Dick's hole. Rig's head disappeared beneath the blanket, hand losing its rhythm for a minute.

  Dick jerked, soft whimpers sounding. Rock purred, pushing one finger into the tight heat of Dick's body. He could hear Rig's low, hungry sounds muffled by the blanket.

  He fucking lived for this, for the fucking and the sucking. He made one finger two, stretching Dick out, knowing between them they were blowing the kid's fucking mind. His fingers slid away.

  Rig's hand guided his cock into Dick's hole, insistent, hot. He groaned, pushing in, reveling in the tight heat that gave way to his cock. Dick was caught between them, moaning and rocking, pushing back onto his cock, into Rig's mouth.

  He set a fast pace, knowing the kid wasn't going to last long, not with Rig's mouth working that long cock in addition to his own cock working Dick's ass. Rig's hands landed on his hips, holding them together, joining them. Dick rocked between them, moans getting louder, more urgent.

  He heard Rig's hum, felt it as the kid went tight around him. It only took a few more thrusts to have that tightness double, holding him deep inside as the kid shot into Rig's mouth. Rig's fingers slid along his ass, a low hungry sound floating up from the blankets.

  He gave a few more shallow thrusts, feeling the aftershocks flutter around his cock, and then he pulled out, stroking the kid's back.

  "Shift over a bit, kid. Let me give Rig a go on the Rocketman."

  "Oooh... gonna let me play ride 'em cowboy?"

  "Fuck, yeah. Give the kid a demonstration of how a real cowboy does it."

  Dick laughed breathlessly, shifting over to sit at the end of the couch, Rig's head coming to rest on his thigh as he spread out. Rig's tongue slipped out, brushed his balls, then Rig was crawling up his body, flushed and hard and grinning.

  He couldn't help but grin back, prick hard enough to scratch glass, hands going around to grab Rig's ass. "You ready for me?"

  "Born ready, you know it." Rig wiggled, leaning in to lick his lips.

  He did.

  He leaned back against the couch, legs spreading as he shifted Rig, brought that sweet hole to his cock. Rig groaned, smile widening as his cock slid in deep.

  "Slut." He mouthed the word to Rig.

  Rig nodded, leaned in to whisper, "Yours."

  Fuck, yes. His answer was a thrust, hard and deep inside Rig.

  Rig groaned, bucked, those grey eyes rolling. "Yeah..."

  Dick moved closer, mouth sliding over Rig's and then his own, sharing kisses between them as his cowboy rode him. So familiar, so easy, so fucking *good*, Rig just danced on his prick, moving, sliding on him. He didn't try to hasten the pace or anything -- he could do this all fucking day and so could Rig, he knew that for a fact.

  His fingers slid up along the skinny body, searching out that spot just under Rig's ribs and moving slowly toward those super sensitive little titties.

  "Mmm.." Rig's head fell back, throat working, belly going tight as he touched.

  The kid's mouth met his fingers on Rig's nipple, tongue lapping at his fingertip to send a tendril of extra heat through him.

  "Oh, sweet fuck." Rig jerked, eyes closing. That fine fucking mouth was open, panting.

  "They're like little buttons," murmured Dick.

  He laughed, nailing Rig's gland on his next thrust. "That they are, kid. Buttons straight to his cock."

  "Oh. Again. Right there, man. Right fucking there."

  He nodded and thrust again. Yeah, he knew where Rig's buttons were. He pushed the kid's head down between them, encouraging Dick to suck that hot, hard cock. Rig moved faster, low groans filling the air, so hungry. He followed Rig's lead, watching unti
l Dick's head started moving up and down, cheeks hollowing out, and then his attention went to those grey eyes, the heat in them searing.

  Blue. The word was mouthed, not even whispered, those eyes fucking focused. He growled a little, hands wrapping around Rig's waist, pulling him down hard to meet each thrust. Rig nodded, going tight as a fist around him, teeth sinking into that bottom lip.

  "That's it, Rig. Shoot into the kid's mouth. Come on my cock. Come on, give it to us. You know you want to." He fucking lived for this. For the visceral fucking pleasure of burying himself balls deep in Rig's ass.

  The cry was sweet, the way that long body milked him sweeter. He held on as long as he could and the kid was coming up for air when he let go, pushing up hard into Rig one last time as he shot his load deep.

  He collapsed back against the couch, hands holding Rig, touching that fine skin.

  Rig cuddled down onto his chest, humming low, vibrating. "'s good."

  "Fuck, yeah." He sure wasn't going to disagree on that point.

  The kid snuggled in against his side and he purred, warm and sated and the fucking stud of the house, making them both come like he did. Rig's lips brushed his shoulder, grey eyes shining.

  The thunder and lightning started up again outside, competing with whatever shit was on the tube -- he had no clue what he'd left it on when they'd started fucking.

  "I can't think of a better way to spend a fucking nasty Sunday afternoon."

  The kid nodded against his shoulder. "Unless it was more."

  He snorted. "You're like the goddamned energizer bunny."

  "Yep. Our own personal fuckbunny." Rig grinned, winked at the kid. Which had the kid just giggling away again, kind of half rubbing against him.

  His own cock twitched deep inside Rigger.

  Rig squeezed, chuckled. "I feel you."

  "Kid's inspiring me."

  That made Dick giggle again, one hand wrapping around Rig's spent cock, tugging it enthusiastically. The kid was hot and hard against him, hips sliding that heat along his thigh.

  "Kid, I'm not a teenager anymore, honest." Rig shook his head, laughing and reaching to tickle Dick's ribs.

  Dick scooted out of the way, but didn't let go. "What's being a teenager got to do with it? You guys are sex walking."

  Rig pinked and grinned wide. "We're walking sex, Rocketman."

  He chuckled and stretched, staying inside Rig. "So I hear. Kid might be a bit biased, but that doesn't make it any less true."

  "We need t-shirts." Rig chuckled, leaned down to nip at his collarbone. He purred at the touch, the sound morphing into a moan as Dick's free hand cupped his balls, weighing them, thumb stroking them.

  "I don't need a t-shirt -- the whole package just screams stud."

  "Nothing wrong with your ego," Dick laughed.

  "No reason to deny the truth." Any modesty on his part would be false -- he was a grade A all American stud and he knew it.

  "No shit. Beautiful fucking bastard." Rig nuzzled, lips tracing his skin.

  He purred, cock twitching again, struggling to get hard. The kid was still cupping and playing with his balls, too, and with Rig's cock.

  "Mmm... feel so good, Rocketman." Rig was humming and licking, every so often shocking him with a bite. Dick was making happy noises, rubbing harder against him now.

  Rock shook his head. "No fucking way. I'm too fucking old." Somebody needed to tell that to his prick because it was slowly but surely getting hard inside Rig's ass.

  "We'll both just be too old together." Rig chuckled, teeth scraping against his nipple. He jerked, groaned, cock responding, hands grabbing Rig's ass and holding on tight.

  "Mmm... You like that." Rig did it again and again, teeth scraping and sending sparks through him.

  "Fuck." His hips jerked and he moaned loudly as Dick's fingers squeezed his balls.

  "You're not feeling real old to me, Blue." Rig's ass squeezed.

  "I told you the kid was inspiring. Add him to you and fuck... I may never get it down again." He gave Rig a wink, one hand reaching out to touch Dick, fingers sliding on skin.

  Rig nodded, leaning to offer the kid that mouth. Their kiss was sloppy and needy, noisy and wet. It was fucking sexy. Rig's body shifted, moved as the kid's tongue fucked those amazing lips.

  He groaned and there was no denying that his prick was just as hard as could be now and he moved with Rig, sliding all the way out and then pushing back in again, nearly fucking shouting as that tight ring of muscles squeezed the head of his cock.

  "Oh. Fucking sweet." Rig groaned, did it again.

  "Fuck yes."

  "You want to fuck the kid while I do you again?" Rock asked.

  Dick moaned and nodded. "Yeah, he does. Right?"

  "Always." Rig gave the kid a smile. "Always."

  Dick grinned and turned, offering his ass, just like that.

  Laughing, Rock pulled out of Rig, groaning at the loss of that tight heat. He shoved the tube of slick into Rig's hand. "Make it fast, I'm not feeling patient."

  "Pushy." Rig leaned down, nuzzling the kid's lower back while those long fingers pushed in.

  Dick cried out, rocking back onto Rig's fingers. He pushed two of his own into Rig. "You blame me?" he asked. Of course he was fucking pushy -- Rig had the finest ass. Rig's ass clenched around him, pulling his fingers in.

  He laughed huskily. "Now who's the greedy one?"

  "Me. Me. Me." Dick sang, pushing back hard against Rig's fingers.

  Rig chuckled, licking his way up Dick's spine. "You, you, you..."

  "Uh-huh. Soon, please?" Dick was just making all sorts of noises, just letting them both know how fucking hot and needy he was.

  Purring, he pushed another finger into Rig, using Rig's own movements to fuck that sweet ass with them.

  Rig shifted, sliding into the kid's tight ass with one long smooth stroke. He groaned and settled behind Rig, replacing his fingers with his cock, just sinking in. There. Fuck, yeah. All three of them together.

  They moved like a well-oiled machine, him pushing into Rig who pushed into Dick. Over and over again. Their moans slid together, combined like their bodies and there was nothing fucking like it.

  Rig was whispering to the kid, making Dick moan and jerk. He purred, sliding his fingers along Rig's spine, letting his fingernails scrape just a little.

  "Mmm..." Rig rippled and arched, their thrusts speeding.

  He could handle that. He wrapped his hands around Rig's hips and started driving their movements, plunging into that sweet ass, finding Rig's gland and nailing it over and over again.

  "Fuck, yeah. Don't stop. Rock." Rig's hands were tugging Dick back onto that heavy cock.

  "Fuck no." Why the hell would he stop? He just kept fucking. They moved faster and faster, heat just growing between them.

  The kid came first, crying out, the scent of spunk growing strong again. Oh yeah. He pushed harder into Rig. Rig's body clamped down around him, a soft moan filling the air.

  "Oh fuck, yes." He just stayed where he was, buried inside Rig's body, and let that sweet, clenching ass pull his spunk right out of him.

  They slumped together, panting, heated. Rock purred and eventually slid out of Rig's body, collapsing onto the couch, hand petting idly.

  "Mmm... shower and then pizza?" Rig's eyelids were drooping.

  "I could nap first."

  The kid nodded, cuddling up against Rig, pushing them all closer together. "Me too."

  He chuckled. "We wore him out, Rig." Of course he was worn out, too.

  "Go us." Rig nuzzled in, humming.

  Dick giggled. "I'm just encouraging you to rest so we can do it in the shower."

  Rock laughed. "Not even you can get it up again without some rest and food, kid." Not that he wasn't above giving it his best shot if that's the way the kid wanted to go. Still, even he would admit it was probably a good thing the kid started snoring about then. Sometimes an old stud liked to just rest on his laurels.

  November
2004

  Rock was like a bear with a sore paw: growly and likely to swat at you if you went near him. Dick knew what the problem was, too. Rig had been pulling extra shifts while the entire base was down with the flu.

  Somehow none of them had managed to catch it, but half the place had and that meant more patients and less nurses and doctors available to treat them. So Rig had picked up what slack he could and it had been over a week since they'd had any time together.

  Now Dick filled in where he could and he was getting damned good at that morning blow job thing, if he did say so himself. Still, he wasn't Rig. And frankly, neither was Rock, which meant he was missing their lover, too.

  They'd eaten -- pizza for supper again -- and were parked in front of the tv now, Rock changing channels like a man possessed. Dick was going to head for bed soon, just to get away from the eternal clicking.

  "Just pick something."

  "What?"

  He winced at Rock's growl. Still. He lived here, too.

  "The tv. You're clicking incessantly -- just pick something to watch."

  "I don't know, kid, right now watching you pull the remote out of your ass sounds like fun."

  He stuck his tongue out at Rock.

  Steps sounded on the front porch, then the door got kicked hard. "Y'all, lemme in. I brought fried chicken."

  Rock was up like a shot and he was right behind, grinning as Rock tried to figure out whether to grab Rig or the chicken first.

  "There's a chocolate cake, too. Fuck, it's good to be home. Y'all been staying busy?" Rig looked tired, but happy to be home, all grins.

  "Not busy enough." Dick took pity on Rock and grabbed the food and closed the door, letting the big guy push Rig up against the wall and kiss him dizzy.

  Rig groaned, climbing Rock like the man was a big-ass jungle gym.

  Dick spared enough time to put the cake and chicken on the coffee table, wagging his finger at Grimmy and Lucy, hoping that'd be enough to keep the dogs out of the food. If not, Rock was going to get all growly again. Of course Rig was here now and he could just suck the growl right out of Rock. Grinning at himself, Dick made his way back to his lovers and pushed into their kiss.

  Rig's hand pulled him in, a happy sound brushing his lips. Oh, he'd missed this, missed being three and having Rig there to balance them out. With a soft moan, he pressed closer, rubbing, hands sliding to find buttons and zippers because they were all wearing way too many clothes. Rig licked and kissed, just driving them all.