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  He could feel Rig, feel his Rabbit's heat everywhere, squeezing him tight.

  The kid's eyes suddenly went wide, Dick crying out and loosing the rhythm, jerking as he came. Rig pushed himself up, riding his cock hard, eyes rolling. Dick moved in, supporting Rig, mouth diving right into Rig's.

  He groaned and pushed harder, pumped harder. "Come on, Rigger, give it up."

  Rigger cried out into the kid's lips, jerking, coming hard. That sweet ass milked him hard and he kept thrusting as long as he could, shooting deep as he came.

  Rig slumped, leaning against Dick, panting a little. "Damn. Fucking sweet."

  He purred. Yeah. Goddamned fucking sweet.

  He pushed them all toward the couch where they wound up in a pile of arms and legs, bodies warm and pliant.

  "We can definitely do that again," observed Dick.

  Rig nodded, hummed. "Hell, yeah."

  "Give me a couple minutes to recover boys and I'll see what I can do for you." He winked, feeling pretty fucking fine.

  All this and he was getting out of doing the groceries, too. Life was pretty fucking good.

  end

  February 2005

  Rig threw the ball across the yard, laughing at the pups as they scrambled, barking and running and stumbling over their own ears. He was swinging on the hammock, soaking up the late fall rays, drinking a cold one. Living life.

  Fuck, he was happy.

  He thought maybe he heard the front door banging and the dogs went nuts, running to the back door and barking. A few moments later, Rock came stumbling out, Dick right on his tail.

  "There he is!" said Rock, voice a little loud, words careful. "Our resident slut. Been looking for you."

  "What have y'all been up to?" He grinned up, finishing his beer.

  "Rock's drunk."

  "Am not, kid."

  Dick snorted. "I drove the truck."

  "I have had a couple and felt it was prudent to let you have the wheel in case we were stopped by an ossifer."

  The kid giggled. "You let me behind the wheel, Rock. You're drunk."

  "Mmm... " He rolled up, getting almost in Rock's space. "You feeling all loose and wanting, Rocketman?" The man was a cute drunk.

  "Why else would I be searching you out with a raging onhard?"

  "Oh, way to sweet talk him, Rock." Dick rolled his eyes. "Help me get him back inside, Rig, before he gives the neighbors a show."

  "We've got a fence,У yelled Rock.

  "Yeah, and you're shouting."

  "Am not!"

  "Marines. Marines." Rig chuckled, winked. "Come on inside and we'll fuck. Way more fun than talking." He made sure he wiggled all the way in.

  "Talk is cheap. That ass is worth... a lot."

  Dick giggled. "That's a little better, Rock."

  "Fuck off, kid."

  "That's the plan, big guy."

  "Come get it, big guy. I'll give it up for you."

  "Anybody would give it up for me!"

  "Nothing wrong with your ego," laughed Dick.

  "Come here, Dick, I'd like you to meet my ego."

  "Hey, that ego is mine." Rig laughed, winked at Dick and stripped his shirt off. "Couch or bed."

  "Right fucking here," said Rock, grabbing his crotch in one hand and the kitchen counter in the other.

  "Um... maybe bed. That mattress is much softer when you pass out on it."

  Rig licked his lips, got ready to run. The kid had a point. "Come get me, marine."

  Rock growled and took off after him. Damn, even drunk the man was fast. The only reason he made it to the bedroom before he got tackled was thanks to the kid holding Rock back. He hit the mattress hard, laughing loud, ass pushing right up against Rock's prick.

  "Oh, ready to go!" Rock laughed, pushed against him.

  "Always for you, Blue." He leaned over, kissed Rock's hand.

  "You're a little lost there, Rig. That's not my prick."

  Dick's laughter was sweet, their kid tugging at Rock's BDUs, getting Rock naked.

  "I'm flexible. I'm not that flexible." He wiggled, stretching.

  "You sure? How're you pressing against me from both sides then?"

  Dick laughed again. "This is me, you big lug!"

  Rig started laughing, tickled down deep. "You're something else, Rock. Something special."

  "I know."

  He cackled, turned so they were face to face. "Hey."

  "Oh, hey." Those blue eyes weren't exactly focused, but they were happy and he knew they saw him.

  "So fucking hot, Blue." He leaned up, took a hard, deep kiss.

  "I know," Rock told him again, chasing his mouth down for another kiss.

  The kid was already making noises, rubbing up against Rock's back. "We gonna play Rock in the middle?"

  "Mmm... my favorite game."

  "I don't want to play a game. I want to fuck."

  Dick chuckled. "We're fucking, Rock. Promise."

  Rig nodded, spread. "I want you to fuck me. Think you remember how?"

  Rock snorted. "I could fuck you with both hands tied behind my back."

  "That's because you fuck with your prick, Rock." The kid was grinning, teasing. Playing with the bear.

  "If you had your hands tied, you couldn't touch me and drive me wild." He took another kiss, licking Rock's lips.

  "Don't need my hands for that." Rock kissed him hard and then bent and sucked hard on one of his nipples.

  "Sweet fuck!" He arched, eyes popped open.

  Rock chuckled evilly around his nipple. "Told you."

  "Uh-huh." He nodded, panting. Yeah. Yeah. Wow.

  Rock moved to his other nipple, hips pushing into him and then back. "Come on, kid. Get with the program."

  "Pushy, pushy."

  Rig spread, stretched, offering Rock his ass. "I like pushy."

  Rock purred. "That's my Rabbit."

  Dick got Rock's hand slicked up and guided it to his ass. "So push, big guy."

  Two fingers slid right into him.

  "Mmm..." He pushed into the touch, rocking nice and hard. "Yes."

  "Yeah. You want more?" Another finger joined the first two, Rock's mouth still working his titties.

  "Uhn. Rock. Damn. Good." He was hard as stone, rocking, riding Rock's fingers.

  "I know." Oh, that growl was all confidence and sex and need. Rock's fingers disappeared, that thick cock pressing against his hole. "You want a piece of this, Rigger?"

  "Fuck yes. Please." He arched up, rubbing, begging.

  "Slut." Rock accused, looking smug. Then that fat prick was pushing into him, filling him up.

  "Uh-huh. Yours." He nodded, took Rock in.

  Rock's eyes glazed over even more, a low moan sounding. "Oh fuck. How can you still be so fucking tight, Rig? Best fucking ass I have ever fucked."

  He leaned up, whispered. "Made for you, for this."

  "Uh-huh." Rock groaned, starting to move.

  "Wait a minute, Rock. Let me just...." Dick moaned. "Oh fuck."

  A shudder went through Rock. "Gotta move, kid."

  "Okay, yeah. I'm with you now."

  "Please, y'all... I need." He arched, groaning as Rock's prick slid over his gland.

  "Now who's pushy?" asked Rock, chuckling.

  And then they were moving, all three of them working together to find a good, hard rhythm. Even drunk Rock could fuck like a machine, hard and fast and for fucking ever.

  He moaned and kissed, flying with it, just needing. "Blue. So fucking good."

  "I know." Rock gave him a wink and a smile a mile wide. That prick just doing it to him over and over again.

  He chuckled, the sound gaspy and hoarse, one hand reaching up to cup Dick's jaw. Dick moaned and nuzzled into his touch, their movements suddenly a little harder, a little faster.

  "Kid's always so impatient," murmured Rock.

  "Young. Strong. Fucking fine. My marines."

  Both Dick and Rock purred at that and they moved together, moved faster, fucking him and each o
ther hard.

  "Soon," said Dick, voice catching.

  "Yes. Hell, yes." He arched, bucking hard, fucking flying.

  Dick cried out, their smooth motions beginning to jerk and then stopping altogether as Rock groaned and filled him with heat. His own orgasm came easy as pie, just filling him up and pouring from him.

  Two big bodies collapsed down onto him, Rock's purrs quickly fading into snores. Dick chuckled and rolled to the side, taking Rock with him.

  Rig met Dick's eyes, stretching for a kiss. "Did y'all eat supper while you were out?"

  Dick shook his head and climbed over Rock and him, to snuggle up along his other side. "Munchies. Well I ate a lot more than Rock did. And I was having cokes. He'll be starving in a couple hours, I bet."

  "Mmm. We'll rest for a bit and then I'll make hamburger steak and potatoes."

  "Cool." Dick's rubbed slowly against him, lips mapping his throat.

  "Oh." He hummed, chin lifting. "Oh, that's fine."

  "Uh-huh. Your skin's so warm. Smell good, too."

  Rig pressed closer, cock throbbing a little, waking up. So good.

  "I like it like this -- when the edge is off, you know? And we can just touch and kiss. Rub a little. Until it gets all hot again." Dick grinned at him, fingers teasing, tickling.

  "Mm-hmm. 's good." He was all purrs and snuggles, heated all through.

  Dick's mouth slid over his lips, a barely there kiss before they ghosted over his jaw and down along his neck again. Every now and then Dick's tongue would come out lick a wet line on his skin. He returned the favor by petting, fingers stroking through the short stubble, low hum filling the air.

  Dick moaned and gasped, whimpered a little, rubbing against him again as he kept kissing, kept licking. His collarbones and his shoulders, his pecs, his breastbone. His nipples.

  "Mmm... Dick. So hot." He pushed into the kisses, heart just pounding.

  "Yeah, you, too." Dick's mouth closed over one of his nipples, tongue teasing it until it grew hard, pushing into Dick's touch.

  Rig just panted, eyes rolling, sensation building and building inside him.

  "Fuck, you're sexy," murmured Dick, lips sliding over his skin as the kid worked his way over to Rig's other nipple.

  "Just know who I want." He nodded, purring low. "Don't stop."

  "Oh, no, I'm not planning on stopping." Dick stopped looking up at him, eyes wicked, dancing. "Why would I want to stop?"

  "Tease." He chuckled, goosing Dick good and hard.

  Dick yelped, pressing hard against him, laughing. Rock shifted, grumbling and sprawling.

  "Watch out, you'll wake the bear and he'll bite."

  Dick nodded. "He needs to sleep it off or he'll wake up hung over and you'll have to suck him off to ungrouch him."

  "If he sleeps it off and wakes up horny, I'll get to suck him off."

  Dick chuckled and nodded. "But that'll be after I've had my shot at you."

  "Hell, yeah." Rig nodded, pulling Dick up for a long kiss.

  Dick moaned into his mouth, body rubbing against him, hot and hard and good. They kissed until they were both breathless, gasping, hard as rocks.

  "Want to suck you," Dick murmured, hand circling his cock and pumping lightly.

  "Oh... Together? You haven't fucked my mouth in... well, hours, for sure."

  Dick moaned. "Yeah. Yeah."

  He was given a hard kiss and then Dick was shifting, turning so they could suck each other. Rig wrapped his hands around Dick's thighs, pulling him close, humming low. The kid's prick was already full, wet-tipped, ready for him.

  Dick moaned, licking at his balls, still teasing. He wrapped his lips around the head of Dick's cock, sucking nice and steady. Dick whimpered and took his cock in, mirroring him.

  Oh, fucking sweet. He purred, tongue sliding, so happy. Dick's hands slid along his thighs, the kid's head started to bob slowly.

  "Mmm..." He moaned low, eyes closing, so hungry.

  Dick's hips started moving, matching the rhythm he was being sucked off with. His fingers slid and stroked, petting Dick's ass, Dick's hips. Dick whimpered, hips moving faster, mouth sucking harder.

  They were moving together like a well-oiled machine, giving and taking pleasure. It was so good, so easy between them. Rig counted on this so much, needed his men. Dick's hips pushed harder, the cock in his mouth throbbing. Dick was close.

  Rig tapped behind Dick's balls, jostling the kid's gland. Dick's scream vibrated around his cock, spunk spraying down into his throat. He arched, hips rocking as he swallowed, drinking Dick down.

  The suction around his own prick got weak for a few moments and then it was back, Dick working him hard.

  "Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck." He pushed, nodded, thighs spreading.

  Dick took him all the way in, his prick bumping the back of the kid's throat, Dick's nose bumping against his balls. He shot hard, heat just flooding through him, Dick kept pulling, sucking him down, fingers stroking his thighs.

  "Mmm..." He spread, shivered, rocking slow. "You melt me."

  Dick pulled slowly off his prick and started kissing the insides of his thighs. Rig just purred, legs moving slowly, floating. Dick kept it up, mouth soft and hot on his skin.

  "So fucking fine." His fingers tangled in Dick's hair.

  "Mmm... you are."

  Rig smiled, petting, humming.

  Dick slowly worked his way back around and up his body, bringing their mouths together for long, slow kisses. He cupped Dick's cheek, pouring himself into each kiss.

  Dick hummed. "That was nice."

  "It was better than nice."

  Dick chuckled and wriggled. "Yeah, I think so, too."

  They settled together, Rig amusing himself with lazy kisses, touches. "You ready for the weekend?"

  "Hell yes." Dick laughed. "In fact I'd like to spend the rest of it right here with the two sexiest men I know."

  "You have the most wonderful plans, kid."

  "I learned from the master."

  He chuckled. "Rock's plans are masterful. Simple. To the point."

  Dick nodded. "I've never met one of Rock's plans I haven't liked."

  He chuckled. "Me either, kid."

  Dick settled in against him, hand sliding over him to pet Rock.

  Rig pulled the quilt over them, snuggling. "Nap and then supper, yeah?"

  Dick nodded, hand slipping back to slide into his.

  He held on, smiling as Rock tugged him close.

  Dick chuckled. "Doesn't matter how much he's had to drink he knows what's important."

  Rig nodded, blushing dark. Yeah. Yeah, Blue did.

  Dick pressed closer and squeezed his hand. "He's not the only one."

  "No. No, he's not." He took another kiss, lips sliding over Dick's face.

  Dick murmured happily, heavy and warm against him.

  Rig floated, warm and happy and held. Lucky.

  Home.

  March 2005

  Rock was working out, showing the kid his moves. He taught the kid how to work the weights to his advantage, how to use the morning PT in tandem with them. Running and jumping jacks complimented back and front leg curls and you needed the side curls too -- they were hell on the inner thighs, but they were the only thing that really worked those muscles properly.

  You needed the right music, too, when you were working out. No music at all worked, the sound of your weights and your own breath, grunts of effort from yourself and anyone you were working out with. Or hard rock was good. Something that encouraged you to keep going.

  What you didn't want was sickly sweet love songs or cowboy hurting songs. Nothing could deflate a workout faster.

  Rock was convinced the latter was the reason why Rig never worked out. His music just wasn't working out music.

  "Oh man, I'm done," complained Dick, weights settling heavy.

  "Which means you can do ten more. Never quit when you think you're done. He got a look and just grinned back. "You want to look like a stud like me, don't you?" />
  Groaning, the kid got back into it.

  "Mmm... look at y'all, fine as Sunday supper." He looked up at his own personal redneck, leaning against the doorframe in nothing but a pair of shorts and a sheen of sweat. Three beer bottles dangled from those long fingers.

  Dick's weights clunked back into place again. "Perfect timing, we were just wrapping up, weren't we, Rock?"

  He chuckled and nodded, doing another two reps before letting his own weights settle back down, gently. "Kid doesn't have my staying power."

  "He just needs practice. You both look fucking fine."

  Dick stuck his tongue out and Rock laughed. "Now what do I always say about that, kid?"

  "Yeah, yeah, no sticking it out unless I'm going to use it. Watch me use it."

  The kid got up and went over to Rig, fingers sliding into the short blond almost curls, tilting Rig's head just so as Dick brought their mouths together. There was plenty of tongue in the kiss and Rock's cock throbbed. Rig moaned, melted right into the kid, hands sliding down Dick's spine.

  Oh, now that was hardly fair that Dick was getting all the action. He got up and went over to them, wrapping an arm around each of them and pushing into that plenty of tongue kiss. Oh fuck yeah.

  Rig smelled almost sweet, the sunshine and sweat on his cowboy making him hard as stone.

  He broke off from the kiss quickly enough, wanting to take a taste, first of Rig and then of Dick, the sweat enhancing the flavor of his men.

  Rig moaned, arching, long, thin thighs spreading. "Oh, fuck."

  "Not yet, Rigger, but give us time."

  Dick's laughter was sweet, muffled by Rig's mouth.

  "Bitch." Rig chuckled, nuzzled.

  "Am not!" He was just being helpful. Pointing out the facts. Oh, and now the kid's eyes were just dancing.

  Rig chuckled. "Shower time, marines. Let's get slick and soapy."

  The kid nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

  "Let me get another taste of my men first." He leaned in and licked at Rig's neck, that sweet little spot that made his redneck nuts.

  "Oh." Rig arched, moaned nice and low.

  He purred. His cowboy was easy.

  Hands slid up along his arms, Rig petting him, rocking against him. Dick shifted, sandwiching their cowboy between them. He rumbled happily. Perfect.