All About the Cowboy Box Set

A Cowboy For Keeps-4

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.

My hand became slippery with Ret’s spend. I lifted my hand so I could share the c*m with both men, who licked it clean. We shared kisses, the three of us, and then I stood and helped Ret off Roscoe’s lap.

Ret winced a little when Roscoe’s c**k popped out of his ass, but then he smiled. “Jesus, it’s always so good with you two,” he said, snuggling into my arms.

“Same here, sweetheart,” I said.

Roscoe caressed Ret’s butt cheeks, then reached over and grabbed a rag for me. He got one for himself and cleaned up. I wiped Ret’s ass and then reached between us to clean his c**k.

I heard a grunt, and turned to see Danny going to town on his c**k, head back, rhythm fast and sure until he came, all over his bare belly, since he’d pushed his T-shirt up to his armpits.

“I’ve never seen anything so…beautiful in my life,” Danny said, his breathing labored as he rubbed his spend all over his n*****s and chest.

Fuck, that was hot. I wanted to lick him all over.

With Ret still in my arms, I said, “It was our pleasure, believe me.”

“You must really care for each other a lot. That’s so rare,” Danny said, sounding wistful. He pulled his shirt down and wiped his hand on his jeans, then grabbed his water bottle to drain it dry.

“It may be, but the three of us, we have more than enough love to share with anyone who needs it, and that includes you.”

“I don’t know if I can ever…” Danny started to say.

“No rush, cowboy. We’re not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

After that touching moment, Danny yawned, and Ret farted.

“Good God, Ret. Way to ruin a moment,” Roscoe griped, waving his hand in the air to dispel the fumes.

“You still love me anyway,” Ret replied, chuckling as he moved away from me and grabbed his pants.

To Danny I said, “To bed with you.” Danny got up and grabbed his empty water bottle. I took it from him and shooed him down the hall. “Get some rest, sleep as long as you like.”

“Thanks, Slim. In fact, thanks, all of you. Good night.” He waved and walked away.

Ret and Roscoe stood beside me as we watched him disappear down the hall.

“That went well,” Ret said.

“Yeah. I hope he’ll stay,” Roscoe added. “I’d like a crack at that ass.”

Me first, though, I thought. “Could you be anymore uncouth?” I asked.

“It’s why you keep me around, right?”

“Maybe.” I walked between my two men, an arm around each waist as we headed to bed.