The Best of J.D. Walker Box Set

A Cowboy For Keeps-5

I went to find some clothes to wear and then took a quick shower in one of the bathrooms that wasn’t occupied. After that, I wandered into the kitchen, and my stomach growled at the wonderful odors coming from the oven.

“I guess I need to feed you, huh? Before you eat that turkey raw.” Roscoe walked up to the refrigerator, having already dressed himself, and pulled out eggs, flour, and blueberries. He took the waffle iron out of the bottom left cabinet near the sink. Since we usually had our waffles plain and added what we liked after the fact, I figured this must be about Danny.

“So you found out what he likes, then?” I asked.

“Yup. Blueberry anything works for Danny, which is why the waffles have blueberries, the turkey dressing has blueberries in it, and dessert will be blueberry cheesecake.” He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet. “And, we have a couple bottles of Bols Blueberry Liqueur.”

My stomach made more noises. “Hot damn.”

He smiled at me. “If you’re worried about your waistline, I’m sure you’ll be getting enough exercise later on to help you work it all off.”

“I better be.” I winked at him, and poured two cups of coffee. I handed one to him and sat at the table to watch him work.

* * * *

By two in the afternoon, the food was done. Ret, Roscoe, and Danny lined up with their plates ready and I carved the turkey and gave each of them hefty portions. They then served themselves from the huge feast that Roscoe, with a little help from the rest of us, had prepared.

Before we dug in, I raised my glass of Bols Liqueur in a toast. “What am I thankful for, you may ask? Well, everything, in fact. I’m thankful for the life I have with Ret and Roscoe, and now with Danny. Each of you brings me joy in your own way, and I’m happy that we all get along so well. We don’t try to change each other. Just simply live and let live.

“It took Danny a while to warm up to us”—I smiled at him so he knew I didn’t mean any harm by that statement—”but I think he finally believes us now when we say that we’d be honored to have him as a part of our family permanently.”

“Here, here,” said Ret, raising his glass to Danny.

“Whatever your decision, Danny, it’s been a pleasure having you here, and I’m thankful to have gotten to know you. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.” I raised my glass in a toast.

The guys clinked their glasses against each other’s and mine, too. That done, we all took a sip of our drinks.

Danny stood to address us. “I’ve lived a hard life, lost all my family to being gay when I came out at sixteen. I learned how to survive on the streets and I’ve seen mostly the ugly side of people. I never expected to…I’m grateful, Slim, that you tripped over my legs in town and brought me here. You all took me in and gave me a chance to prove myself, and to heal, both inside and out. You gave me a chance at something better, if I wanted it. And now, you’re offering me a chance at love…something I’ve never ever really known until I met the three of you, and Slim especially.” Danny gave me a shy smile, and my heart turned over.

“Words can’t express what that means to me,” Danny continued, “and I’m thankful for it. You saved me, body and soul. I’d love to become a part of your family, if the offer still stands.”

“f**k, yes!” Roscoe shouted, jumping up to grab Danny by the shoulders and kiss him soundly on the mouth.

Not to be outdone, Ret also stood and hugged Danny from behind, nibbling on his neck. Before it became a free for all, I got everyone to calm down so we could focus on eating.

As we relaxed with good food and drink, Ret, Roscoe, and I shared stories of our own childhoods, and the mischief we’d each gotten up to. The hours passed, and smiles flowed freely, as did the liqueur.

We all helped to clean up, and then Roscoe cut the cheesecake and we all retired to the living room where I’d added more pillows so we could recline comfortably on the floor. The fire blazed merrily, and the sun was low in the late afternoon sky.

Ret spoke to Danny. “Come sit by me, love.”

Danny did as requested and made himself comfortable against the many pillows around us on the floor. Ret proceeded to feed him some of his cheesecake on a fork.

Roscoe sat on the other side of Danny and put an arm around his waist. “Welcome to the family, sweetheart,” Roscoe said and kissed Danny’s cheek, wiping away some of the crumbs at the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you,” Danny replied, and then licked at Roscoe’s thumb.

“Oh, I like this new dynamic,” Roscoe said, grinning lewdly.

“I’m sure you do,” I interjected, setting my own plate of cheesecake on the floor and stretching out on the blankets to get comfortable. “I feel like a nap. The tryptophan in the turkey always makes me sleepy, plus we had alcohol.”

“May I join you?” Danny asked from where he still sat, now sucking on Roscoe’s thumb.

“Let’s all get naked and lie down, then,” I suggested.

Once I stripped, I situated myself in the middle of the blankets and let the others decide where they would lay. In the end, Danny ended up behind me, spoon-fashion, and Ret lay facing me, with Roscoe spooning him.

I wrapped my arms around Ret, his head on my chest. Roscoe placed his arms around the two of us, and Danny mirrored him from behind me. We fell asleep like that, in a lover’s tangle.

* * * *

I awoke suddenly to wonderful, wet suction on my chest. My back arched into the mouth feeding on my n*****s. It was Ret. “Your mouth, baby, is to die for,” I murmured as he licked and nibbled at my sensitive nubs.

Behind me, I could feel Danny’s c**k waking up and hardening. I moved my ass against it, encouraging him to do what he would. “My hole is yours, if you want it, love,” I offered.

Danny’s breath hitched, which I took to mean that yes, he wanted it. “I’ve always been safe with the guys I messed around with in the past.”

“I trust you,” I said. With that, I let Danny have his way with me while I focused on Ret moving down my chest toward my c**k. Roscoe leaned in to kiss me passionately, showing how much he loved me with every thrust of his tongue and bite of my lips.

I gasped when Ret found my c**k and began sucking on it. In the meantime, Danny had found the lube and was busy preparing my hole. I lifted my leg and threw it over his own to give him more access to my hole. This also gave Ret more room to maneuver, while I continued to suck face with Roscoe, who was now pulling on his own c**k.

Soon, I was close and when the urge became too great, I moaned long and low into Roscoe’s mouth as I pulsed and came down Ret’s throat. Meanwhile, Danny had begun to penetrate my hole, and was slowly making his way inside, taking care not to hurt me.

I moved away from Roscoe’s lips and turned my head to kiss Danny. His taste was out of this world, and his tongue made me want to give him whatever he wanted. I could hear Ret murmuring to Roscoe and turned back to watch Roscoe turn Ret over on his stomach and prepare to take him from behind. They were so hot together.

As Danny picked up the pace and reamed me like a master—and yes, I moaned like a slut—Roscoe ate Ret’s ass out until he cried “enough!”

Roscoe got some lube from one of the nearby bottles and greased his c**k. He fingered Ret’s hole and then positioned himself for entry.

Danny was close now, his thrusts uneven and soon, he shuddered against me and bit my shoulder, groaning at the power of his release.

Roscoe pulled Ret’s hips up to a good angle and plunged all the way in, giving him barely enough time before he began punching in and out of Ret’s channel like a machine.

The whole scene—Ret and Roscoe together, Danny and I—made me horny enough to grow hard again, and with Danny caressing my chest in his afterglow, I jacked my c**k to the sight of Roscoe and Ret coming together, Ret pulling on his own c**k, head thrown back, and Roscoe emptying his semen inside Ret’s butthole.

“Jesus,” I whispered as I shot all over my hand. It wasn’t as much as the last time, but it was enough.

I collapsed back against Danny, who held me close to him, his c**k slipping out of my ass as he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. “Thank you,” he said.

“No, thank you,” I replied.

Sticky, sated, and well-f****d, the four of us fell asleep, not thinking for a moment about which body parts would be stuck to what. Soap and water would always fix that.

* * * *

We celebrated Christmas and New Year’s Day in a similar fashion, with good food and lots of loving. When St. Patrick’s Day came around, Danny informed us that he had a surprise planned for that evening, and we were all to wear something green.

Naturally, we were all curious and after dinner, Ret, Roscoe, and I—clad in our green T-shirts—wandered into the living room to find Danny wearing nothing but a green thong and a matching top hat, with a white bowtie around his neck.

“s**t, honey, you are hotter than fire!” Roscoe adjusted his crotch.

“That doesn’t even begin to describe the way you look, baby.” Ret leered at Danny.

“To what do we owe the honor of your very finely attired physique, love?” I asked as I walked over to sit on the couch. Roscoe and Ret sat on either side of me.

Danny grabbed the remote from the table in front of the couch and turned on some music. It was the Salt ‘N Pepa version of “Whatta Man.” “Remember how I told you I had a stint as a dancer at a gay strip club?”

“No way!” Ret exclaimed. “You’re gonna dance for us? Happy St. Patty’s Day to meeee!” He rubbed his hands together.

“Yup. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. And if you all feel like having a circle jerk, don’t let me stop you.” Danny gave us all a cheeky grin, then proceeded to rock our world.

Danny swerved, dipped, and shook his hips in ways that made me leak in my underwear. Roscoe lost no time at all in unzipping his jeans and pulling out his d**k. Ret followed suit, but I chose to wait a little longer.

Damn, that man could dance! Danny came over to us and thrust his hips and semi-hard c**k in our faces, his arms folded behind his head as he let the music take his body where it would.

Ret reached a hand out to touch him, but Danny batted the hand away with a coy expression, shaking his finger as if to say “nuh-uh, don’t touch.” Ret laughed and let him have his way. Danny turned around and shook his ass in our faces, and then strutted around the room as he showed us what a fine man he truly was.

When the song ended, Roscoe and Ret were chasing their orgasms, while I crooked my finger at Danny. I figured we could get off together, since his c**k tented that barely-there thong, and there was a huge wet spot darkening the front.

Danny sat on my lap, knees on either side of me as I took out his c**k and mine and grasped them both in my hands. We both leaked copious amounts of fluid, enough to get us slick enough to make friction pleasurable.

“You were so hot, baby. Kiss me, huh?” I begged. Danny obliged and put his hands on my shoulders as I jacked us both, slow and easy. His lips on mine, the movement of our bodies together, made any attempt at restraint impossible.

We angled our heads to make the most of our mouths, and our hips moved together as I rubbed us off, frantic to come.

I heard Roscoe and Ret find their release beside us, and that, in combination with everything else made our coming together so sweet, it almost hurt. When it was over, I brought my hands up to Danny’s lips. He licked his c*m and mine from them, then shared their flavor with me. Of course, the guys saw this and they wanted some, too. Roscoe moved Danny over to his lap to get a taste. Then Ret climbed onto my lap so he could kiss Danny, too, and me.

In all this tangling of limbs, we ended up on the floor in a bundle, laughing our fool heads off and happy as could be.

As I lay there with my men, I thought to myself that bringing Danny home had been the best thing that had happened to us in a long time, especially me. I had a cowboy of my very own, now, who was more than willing to spread his love around to all of us. He was definitely a cowboy for keeps.

THE END