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  A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

  By Sean Michael

  Rock lay in the hammock, the sun warm on his face. Mutt and Trouble had gone quiet about five minutes ago, which meant they were up to no fucking good. He dropped one leg off the hammock and gave himself a push, before settling in again.

  What he really wanted to know was what his other two pups were up to.

  He'd been out here... hell it had to be a half hour, and he didn't have an armful of either of them. That just wasn't right. Not on a lazy Saturday afternoon.

  In fact that was something he just might have to get up and investigate.

  He gave the hammock another swing and then got up out of it, heading in. The kitchen was empty, but he was pretty sure that was voices he heard coming from the front room. Growling, he made his way there. "Rig? Dick? Where is everyone?"

  Rig was stretched out on the sofa, head in Dick's lap, typing away on the laptop. Dick was laughing, teasing their redneck about working too hard and not knowing when to quit.

  He leaned against the doorway, growling a little louder, waiting until they looked up at him.

  "I was out on the hammock," he told them. "By myself."

  Dick's lips twitched.

  "It's a pretty day out there." Rig smiled over, eyes warm, traveling over him.

  He found himself straightening, chest puffing out a little. "It is," he agreed grudgingly. "So why was I the only one out there?" He wasn't pouting. Not him. He was curious.

  "Dick's wearing the soft pants."

  He arched an eyebrow, looked. Sure enough, Dick was in a pair of weird-assed workout pants that Rig'd bought. The material was hell to work out in, too loose, too soft, but Rig loved it. Dick knew it too, the little shit.

  "I have soft pants." He did. Rig'd bought them both a pair. He wouldn't be caught dead in his.

  He began to stalk toward the couch. "Of course I have something even better."

  The laptop clicked closed, Rig licking those lips. "Yeah? You think?"

  "Oh, I don't think,” Rock stated. Dick laughed and Rock shot him a look, making the kid bite his lip. "I know."

  "Gonna show us?" Dick asked softly.

  Rock nodded, his cock going nice and hard in his sweats. How could it not with two pairs of eyes eating him up?

  "Mmm... Come here, Blue. You're awful far away." Rig's hand reached out for him, just asking him to come closer.

  "Now see, that distance -- that's just what I was complaining about." He peeled off his t-shirt, fingers going to his waistband. "You both ready for what I've got to show you?"

  "We're pretty familiar with it, Rocketman. We can handle it."

  "I'm counting on you handling it. And mouthing it. And assing it."

  Dick groaned and tossed a cushion at him. He caught it midair and tossed it back, beaning the kid off the head; Dick laughed and he chuckled, hooking his fingers back in his sweats and tugging them off.

  Rig had sat up, turned to put the laptop on the sofa-table behind the couch, so he got a nice look at that tight ass, that long, lean back. Dick's hand slid down along Rig's back, fondled the ass in question. Rock growled a little; Dick just squeezed Rig's ass.

  Rig spread, hips tilting back, just making offers.

  "I saw him first," Rock noted.

  "My hand is on his ass," Dick countered.

  Rig chuckled, leaning on the back of the sofa, ass wiggling.

  Dick groaned and Rock stepped forward, trapping the kid's hand between Rig's ass and his cock. Rig hummed and pushed right back, rubbing them all together. Yeah. That was his slut.

  He rumbled happily. Now this was more like it. "Clothes."

  Dick laughed at the single word, but the kid started stripping Rig down, now didn't he?

  Rig chuckled, looked back over one skinny shoulder. "He's pretty good at this."

  Rock grinned. Winked. "Should be. He's had enough practice."

  Dick slapped his ass and Rock growled. "I can still kick your ass, kid."

  "I'd rather you just fuck it, Rock."

  "No fighting, marines. Let's play."

  "Fighting? I thought this was foreplay." Rock teased, rubbing his cock along Rig's crack as Dick stripped his own clothes off.

  "We have foreplay? Are you sure?" Rig rubbed right back, hips rolling.

  "This ain't it?" He pushed the head of his cock against Rig's hole, but didn't breach it.

  "Foreplay involves your fingers," Dick suggested, hand under the cushions. Looking for lube, Rock assumed. Hoped.

  "Mmm... Foreplay has kissing. Licking." Rig arched a little more, moaning low.

  "We do that!" Sometimes. He groaned as Dick's fingers slid on his prick before starting to work on Rig's ass. Probably not this time. At least not 'til after.

  Rig hummed, rocking, riding Dick's fingers. "Uh-huh. 's good."

  "You'd agree to just about anything right now."

  "Uh-huh."

  He laughed, hips fucking the air, his prick sliding along the inside of one of Rig's thighs.

  "You laughing at me, Blue?" Rig didn't sound worried, not at all.

  "I might be." He grinned, hips pushing again, groaning at the feeling of that fine inner thigh on his cock.

  Dick was up to three fingers, working Rig's ass.

  "Evil man." Rig chuckled, moaned, hips moving nice and steady, riding Dick's fingers.

  "Evil man who's about to fuck you through the couch."

  Dick's laugh was swallowed by a moan. "I want him first," Dick whispered. "You can do me while I'm doing him and then finish up in him." Dick turned those puppy dog eyes on him and how could a man say no to a proposition like that?

  Rig must've heard Dick, because Rig shifted, giving them all room.

  Groaning, he nodded and took the lube from Dick, slicking up his own fingers. "Go on, start riding."

  Dick leaned up and kissed him hard before settling in right behind Rig, long cock teasing over Rig's hole. Rig groaned, pushed back, just demanding.

  "Slut," murmured Rock as he watched Dick push right into that sweet little hole.

  "Y'all's." Rig's lips parted. "Oh, sweet fuck. Yes."

  Dick groaned and just kept pushing in until he was buried balls-deep inside Rig.

  Fucking sexy, that's what his men were.

  Rock pushed one of his fingers into Dick's ass, letting the kid fuck himself on them. They all moved, easy as pie, fucking just like breathing.

  Groaning, Rock pushed a second finger into Dick, and then a third, his own cock throbbing, eager to join the chain. "Gonna be a quick prep, kid."

  Dick just nodded. "Yeah, fuck. Hurry." Rig must have squeezed, because Dick jerked, hips moving faster.

  "Okay, now, hold up and wait for me," growled Rock, fingers leaving the tight heat of Dick's body. He wanted in there. Now.

  Dick slowed for him, the kid’s thighs trembling as he lined himself up and pushed in, spreading Dick's ass wide.

  "My men." Rig groaned, nodding as they pushed forward.

  "Uh-huh," grunted Dick.

  "Mine," countered Rock, thrusting hard, sending Dick deep into Rig.

  "Mine." Rig pushed back.

  He growled and pushed forward again. "Mine."

  "Mine." Rig's growl was more a moan, really.

  It almost made him laugh. Almost. Instead he just growled the word again and thrust forward.

  "Oh, fuck," murmured Dick. "You guys are gonna kill me."

  "What fun would that be, Pretty? I want you alive." Rig laughed, pushed again. "And mine."

  "He means and mine." Rock slammed back into Dick.

  "No. Mine. Fuck."

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; "That's what we're doing, Rabbit."

  He pushed hard, fuck the kid felt good around his cock, felt even better knowing he was fucking them both at the same time like this.

  "Mine."

  "No. Mine," groaned Dick. "Fuck it, you're both mine."

  "Kid's... oh. Oh, fuck. Kid's getting ballsy."

  "Look where his cock is buried. Can you blame him?" Chuckling, he shifted a bit and pegged Dick's gland on his next thrust, making the kid moan, whole body shuddering.

  "Mmm. He liked that. Do it again."

  "He wasn't the only one." Rock did it again, groaning as Dick's ass squeezed him tight, as Rig moaned.

  "Again." Demanding redneck.

  Still, he did it again, didn't he? And then again, finding a good, solid rhythm, driving Dick into Rig each time he filled the kid with his fat prick. The couch creaked, rocked, the teasing dying down as their passion flared.

  He fucked hard and solid, making sure he didn't take too much for himself; he was supposed to finish up in Rig. Rig squeezed again, he knew because Dick groaned, body going tight as a board.

  "Fuck, yeah. Come on, kid. Want to feel you on my cock. Come on."

  Dick groaned, body shuddering and jerking as he filled Rig with spunk.

  "Mmm... There. Just like that, Pretty." Rig just hummed, holding on for him.

  Dick collapsed onto Rig and Rock thrust a few more times, making the kid's pleasure last.

  Rig took one of Dick's hands, kissed the back, the action enough to make Dick shiver.

  Rock chuckled. "He's sweet on you, kid."

  "Feeling’s mutual," murmured Dick, the kid still working to catch his breath.

  Rig nodded, tongue sliding over Dick's hand.

  Rock's groan echoed Dick's, and his prick throbbed. He pulled out, stroking the kid's ass. "Come on, kid. My turn."

  "Mmmm..." Rig's hole was wet, swollen. Ready for him.

  Dick collapsed onto the couch beside them and Rock put a little fresh lube on his cock. Then he just lined up and pushed in.

  "Oh, fuck yes." Rig moved, rode him straight away.

  He let Rig set the pace, followed each cue so he was fucking his Rabbit exactly how Rig needed it. Rig let him know when it was right, where he needed more, pleasure just pouring from his cowboy. His hands wrapped around Rig's hips, just holding on as his hips thrust.

  The kid finally recovered enough to shift and rearrange himself, head disappearing between Rig and the couch and he knew the second that mouth wrapped around Rig's cock.

  "Oh. Oh, fuck. Close. Blue..."

  "I know, Rabbit." He kept moving, shifting on each thrust until Rig lit up like the fucking Fourth of July. Oh yeah. Right fucking there.

  A man could live forever on that sound. Fucking forever.

  He pushed hard, just fucking giving everything he had to Rig. He'd do this all fucking day, just live inside Rig.

  "Blue! Yours! Fuck!"

  "Fucking right! Mine." He pounded away, giving it everything he had.

  Rig went tight and still, body milking his prick. Groaning, Rock jerked into Rig a few times and let go, giving it up for his Rabbit.

  Rig melted down, just moaning low. He went down with Rig, letting Rig hold him up for a moment. Dick grinned, hands lazy and warm on them both.

  "Mmm. Sofa's softer than the hammock."

  "Oh, ho, you set me up." He would have been put out except that Rig was right.

  "Mmhmm. That's it." He noted Rig didn't sound like he was regretting.

  Rock chuckled, and then groaned as he pulled out. He settled himself on the sofa, his men arranging themselves on either side of him. Rig snuggled right in, octopussing against him. Dick’s hum was happy, the kid cuddling in close.

  He rumbled happily, stroking whatever skin he could find.

  Oh yeah, the hammock had nothing on this. Not one damned thing.

  Rock let his eyes close.

  This was the way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon.

  End.

 

 

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