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A Cowboy For Keeps-2

After a few complimentary burps to the cook, we all leaned back in our chairs, drinking beer and water.

Roscoe looked over at Danny. “Have we scared you off yet, man?” he asked with a friendly grin.

“Hardly,” Danny replied. “Were you trying to?”

“Nah. Just being ourselves. We’ve had people stay over who thought we were looney. They weren’t here long. I can see you’re a bird of a very pink feather.”

Danny snorted, water spraying everywhere. After he wiped his nose and mouth, he said, “I don’t advertise, but yeah.”

“Good to know,” Ret said with a leer.

“Ret.” I gave him a warning glance.

He just shrugged and blew me a kiss.

Now that we had eaten and Danny had relaxed around us, I was curious to see if he was ready to talk about how he’d ended up bruised and dusty on a sidewalk in town.

“You wanna tell us what happened to you, Danny?” I asked.

The relaxed smile he’d worn disappeared, and now he stared down at the bottle in his hand instead of us.

I hadn’t meant to upset him, so I tried another tack. “Hey, Roscoe? Tell Danny here how you ended up at this ranch.”

Danny looked up at me, then Roscoe, a little less tense now that the attention was away from him. Good call on my part, it appeared.

“Oh God. I was a train wreck.” Roscoe placed his beer bottle on the table and leaned on his elbows, rubbing his face with his hands.

Ret, who sat on Roscoe’s left, leaned in and pecked his cheek. “It’s okay, honey. We’re here for you, always.”

“I know, baby. Thank you.” Roscoe grabbed Ret’s chin and gave him a quick, hard kiss on the mouth. “So, a few years ago, I worked at a five star restaurant. Had a great job, boyfriend, the works. One day, I got home late—nothing unusual about that since I always worked long hours—and I found a note on the refrigerator from Brad. It said that he’d found somebody else who would put his needs first, and give him the attention he deserved. Guess he got tired of my work schedule, though he’d known what was up from the get go. I was real cut up about it, having given ten years of my life to that ungrateful bastard. I even hired a P.I. to find him, since he left town, and I wasn’t ready to let him go. In the end, the whole thing messed me up so bad, I lost my job, my house, and I became a drifter.

“A year ago, I happened to be hitchhiking ten miles from here, when Slim picked me up on the side of the road. Asked me where I was going. I said ‘nowhere.’ He took me back to this place, found out I could cook, and that was the end of it. He and Ret helped me through some tough times and drew me into their circle. I was real lucky he found me.” Roscoe reached out a hand to cover mine on the table.

I pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed the back of it.

“Your boyfriend left you because you weren’t around to fawn over him every waking minute? Sounds like a selfish prick to me,” Danny said.

I stared at Danny, surprised he contributed anything at all to the conversation.

“I agree with you, but it took me a long time to believe that,” Roscoe said.

“I, on the other hand, was hired by Slim to take care of the ranch some years ago.” Ret gave me a sly smile. “He looked like a stray when he came into town, wandering around the feed store, trying to figure out what to buy for horses and cows. He’d just bought this place from a couple looking to retire in Florida, and didn’t know the first thing about ranching. I thought he was earnest, clueless, and cute. I needed a new place to be, and greenhorn here needed a keeper.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” I complained.

“Yeah, sweetie, you were. But we love you all the same,” Ret teased.

“I’m not feeling much love at the moment, son.”

“I’ll make it up to you soon, don’t you worry.” Ret gave me a wicked smile and licked his lips.

“Ignore him,” I said to Danny. “He’s just showing off ‘cause we got company.” Danny glanced at each of us in turn, then took a deep breath. “…listening to you all makes me…” He sighed and shook his head.

“Makes you what, hon?” I prodded.

“I haven’t had anything like this—camaraderie, I guess—ever. I’ve lived in homeless shelters and halfway houses for years, worked odd jobs when I could. The last place I stayed, I got into a fight with couple of guys over some dumb s**t, and I decided I was tired of it all. I started walking. Got some rides along the way, paid with blowjobs, mostly. The last ride I got, guy tossed me out while I was sleeping as the pickup truck moved down the road near the town where Slim found me.”

“Jesus, man,” Roscoe said, aghast.

“Yup,” Danny replied, and gulped down the rest of his water.

“I know you have bruises on your face and arms. Anywhere else? Do you need a hospital?” I should have thought of that before.

“No, no. Just some down time. Once I’m feeling better, maybe I can do something around the ranch, pay you back for all you’ve done for me.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” I said. “You have a safe place to heal, if you want it. Take all the time you need, right, guys?”

“Absolutely!” Ret said.

“Yup,” Roscoe chimed in.

“See? We want you here.” I smiled at Danny. “And it helps that you like men, since we get real affectionate with each other, day or night, inside the house or in the barn. Just a heads up.”

That surprised a laugh out of Danny, and it made him look relaxed and carefree underneath all that wear and tear. “I think I can handle it. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time. There isn’t much that surprises me anymore. I even danced at a gay strip club, once upon a time.”

Roscoe and Ret whistled, hooted, and hollered until I told them to shut it.

“Sorry about them. They forget their home training at the first hint of s*x,” I said.

“Nothing I can’t handle. Though s*x for me won’t be anytime soon. I like to watch, though,” Danny added, with a wink.

My c**k perked up at that. “Do you, now?” Oh, this had possibilities.

“Indeed I do. All three of you can have your way with each other wherever and whenever you please. I’m content to just enjoy the show.”

“Hear that, boys?” I asked. “He wants a show! Best clean up and get the dishes done, quick.”

* * * *

Ret, Roscoe, and I got the kitchen spotless in no time flat as I urged Danny to go sit in the recliner in the front room after handing him another bottle of water. I loved that particular chair—had lots of fun in it, too. I sat there often when I wanted to watch Ret and Roscoe together, light to dark, blond to coal-black hair, wiry to sturdy and solid.

I shooed the boys into the living room, while I ran to the bathroom to wash up real fast and pull on an old T-shirt and sweatpants. I grabbed a couple of wet washcloths to bring with me. When I got back, Ret and Roscoe sat next to each other making out, and Danny had the recliner all the way back, the water held on his belly with one hand while the other was behind his head. His eyes were glued to my lovers, and he chewed on his bottom lip. I placed the rags on the small table next to the couch where they sucked face.

Ret gave Roscoe one last kiss and stood up. “I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. On your knees, boy.”

Ret assumed the position in front of the couch, while Roscoe sat behind him, Roscoe’s legs on either side of Ret’s body. Roscoe leaned forward and massaged Ret’s neck and shoulders.

I moved to stand in front of them. “Good boy,” I said, running a hand through Ret’s hair. “Pull my c**k out.”

Ret pulled the waistband down enough so my already hard rod sprang up to wave at him.

I held my d**k with one hand while guiding Ret’s head with the other. “Suck me, boy.”

Ret took the head of my c**k into his mouth and licked the tip. Applying wonderful suction, he moved up and down my throbbing length until I had to hold him steady so I could f**k his wet, hot hole. s**t, his mouth was a treasure.

In the meantime, Roscoe moved his hands all over Ret’s chest, and played with the man’s n*****s.

Too soon, the pressure built beyond my ability to stop it, and I came on a shout, spurting down Ret’s throat. Ret kept swallowing my load until I was done. Keeping my feet—barely—I ran a hand through Ret’s damp hair as a “thank you.”

“You did good, son. Real good,” I said.

Ret sank back onto his ankles. “Told you I would.”

I put my sated d**k back inside my sweats and stepped back. “How do you want to f**k him, Roscoe?”

“On my lap.”

“Okay. Lose the pants, hon,” I urged.

Roscoe got up and stepped to the side to take off his jeans—he’d gone commando—and then sat back down.

Ret stood briefly to strip naked, too, then got back on his knees in front of me.

“On your hands and knees, facing Roscoe,” I told him.

Once done, Roscoe moved forward enough that his c**k bobbed in front of Ret’s face.

“Get him good and wet, boy, while I work on your hole back here,” I said.

“My pleasure,” Ret said.

As soon as Ret started sucking Roscoe’s c**k, I got on my knees behind Ret and slobbered at his hole. His taste was like nothing else, and his hole strangled my tongue in the best way possible as I f****d it. I could hear his moans as I worked him over, his ass wiggling and pushing back to get me in as far as possible. I held his ass cheeks in my hands so I could keep him steady. Roscoe kept telling Ret how good his mouth felt on him.

After a few minutes, I moved back and wiped my mouth. “He’s ready for you, Roscoe.” I slapped Ret’s ass, giving him permission to get up and squat over Roscoe’s lap, knees on either side of Roscoe’s legs on the couch and his back to Roscoe’s chest.

Ret’s c**k was so hard it almost touched his chest. Roscoe’s d**k was already leaking at the tip, and tapped “hello” at Ret’s hole.

Slowly, with Roscoe’s hands to guide his hips, Ret impaled himself on his lover’s c**k, bit by bit. His face showed the burn and ecstasy he experienced. Ret liked penetration a little dry so he could feel everything.

Once seated on Roscoe’s lap, Ret leaned back against Roscoe’s chest, eyes closed as he caught his breath. Roscoe turned Ret’s head so he could feed on the man’s lips. So beautiful, my men together.

Ret started to move, rotating his hips on Roscoe’s lap. Both men groaned in unison, focused on their mutual pleasure. I kneeled in front of them so I could pump Ret’s c**k—now wet with his own juices—and kissed each man, one at a time.

Soon, their rhythm got hard and fast, then choppy, and both men came, Ret with a loud moan and Roscoe with a hitch in his shout.