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All About the Cowboy Box Set

By J.D. Walker


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Copyright 2017 J.D. Walker

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All About the Cowboy Box Set

By J.D. Walker

A Cowboy For Keeps

Heavy Metal Cowboy Blues

Save a Horse

Ride a Stud

Tame the Sheriff

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A Cowboy For Keeps

“See you next month, Slim,” Fred Jenkins said with a smile as he handed over the receipt for my purchases. He was the owner of the only supply store for forty miles.

“Bye now,” I replied as I walked out the door.

The warm summer sun was low in the sky, spreading pretty colors all over as twilight slowly took hold of the heavens. It was something I loved, almost as much as the mountains around me.

I ambled along, admiring the view above me, when suddenly I tripped over something on the sidewalk which nearly made me drop the feed bags off my shoulders. I could almost hear the voice of my dearly departed mother saying, “Boy, your head’s always in the clouds.” God, I missed her.

When I got my balance back, I turned around to see what had caused me to stumble. A pair of long, lean, and dusty jeans-clad legs were in the middle of the pavement. The legs belonged to a very shabby-looking man who sat on the ground, slumped against the dirty wall near the boarded up store to his left.

His dusty black cowboy hat was pulled down low over his face, but I could make out a strong, firm jaw line with many days’ worth of beard growth on it. A ragged old backpack was on the ground beside him.

Concerned, I walked toward him and put my bags down nearby. “Hey there, cowboy.”

A weak groan was the only response.

Alarm bells went off in my head. Pushing my brown hat up on my forehead, I stooped next to the man and reached a hand out to touch him, but he jerked away, a small cry of pain escaping him.

“Whoa, there. Didn’t mean to startle you,” I said, backing off a little.

The man slowly pushed his hat up, wincing as he did so. Tired brown eyes looked up at me and my heart stopped. The man before me was even prettier than the sunset on the horizon. And that was saying something.

He was bruised something awful, though. I dragged my eyes away from his defeated gaze—and black eye turning purple—to inspect the arms at his sides. Black and blue all over, it seemed. His hands looked like he’d been in a fight, and scrapes covered what I could see of his knuckles. Guess he gave as good as he got, whatever the tussle had been about, if that was the reason for his present condition. Good for him, but…Jesus.

“What happened, man?”

The stranger removed his hat, and I saw a full head of dark brown hair, the strands sweaty and a mess. I made a snap decision.

“Scratch that. I don’t care. You need to get cleaned up, and a place to rest for a while, I’m thinking.” And some tender loving from yours truly.

I looked him dead in the eye. “You ever kill anybody?”

Startled, the man slowly shook his head.

“Steal anything?”

In the fading light, I saw a blush steal up his cheeks. He slowly nodded.

“Was it because you were desperate?”

Nod.

“Got any family?”

Shake.

“Were you roughed up here in town?”

Shake.

“On the way here?”

Nod.

“Mind being around gay cowboys?” I thought I’d make it clear right off the bat what he’d be getting into, if he came with me.

Shake. The blush came back again in full force.

All righty then. “Okay. I own a ranch some miles down the road. Nothing fancy, just a few horses and cows, and a sizeable garden for fresh vegetables. Not really in it for the money, since I already have a job as a consultant online. I just love the land, and the scenery. Got a couple guys working for me who live there, too. Got a big enough house for ten people. It’s a safe place, and we don’t mind company. We’re real friendly and laid back. You interested?”

The tired stranger gave me a look that said, “This is too good to be true.” I felt sympathy for the man, and something else, too, which I didn’t want to delve into—not yet, anyway.

After a minute or two, he nodded. I stood up and stepped back to give him room to get up off the ground. It was painful to watch him move because he was obviously hurting. I wanted to leave his pride intact, so I let him do it on his own.

Finally, after bracing himself against the wall, the man stood, the old backpack in one hand, and his hat in the other. We were the same height, which had me thinking all kinds of wicked things which he wasn’t in any shape to handle, even if he were interested. He put his hat back on and waited for my next move.

I picked up the bags of feed and led the way to Lodi, my faithful pickup truck. I put the sacks in the back and unlocked the doors so my soon-to-be guest could get in. Once buckled up, I started the truck and headed down the road for the long trip back home.

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Five minutes into our journey, I asked, “You got a name?” I was curious as to what he would sound like.

He cleared his throat. “Daniel Tiberius Crane.”

Oh now, that voice was something else, pulling at me down low in my belly. Though hesitant and scratchy, its timber was soothing to my ears.

“That’s a mouthful, isn’t it? Slim Montagne, at your service.”

He gave me a slight nod, and that was all we said for the rest of the trip.

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By the time I pulled up at the ranch, it was nightfall. The lights were bright on the front porch.

“Hey, Slim.”

Out the window, I saw Ret—all five feet ten inches of him—walk to the back of the truck to get the sacks of feed. I got out and closed the door behind me.

“Ret.” I walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his trim waistline, kissing him lightly on the mouth. He turned it into a mini make out session that curled my toes. Damn, he was good at that.

When I could catch my breath, I cleared my throat and said, “We have a guest for a while. This is Daniel.”

The man in question had slowly gotten out on his side of the truck, and now swayed slightly, dead on his feet. That he barely responded to the intimate exchange between Ret and me was telling, except for his slightly raised eyebrows.

After taking a good look at him, Ret left my side, ignored the feed bags, and sauntered over to Daniel to shake his hand. Daniel flinched a little, but he caught himself and shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” Ret said.

“Likewise,” Daniel replied.

“All right, Ret.” I nodded at the back of the truck. “Why don’t you put away the feed and we’ll see you at the dinner table in a little bit, okay?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

With that, I escorted Daniel inside the rambling house. I took my hat off and placed it on one of the hooks on the wall near the front door. Daniel did the same. As I walked with him toward the sleeping area, I pointed out things of interest in my home—his now, too, for as long as he needed it.

There was the usual in the way of furniture in the front room. The kitchen to the right was modern and huge. Beside it was a small office where I worked on the computer most days. A long hallway led to the back of the house. Bedrooms were on either side.

The whole time, I watched Daniel out of the corner of my eye. He didn’t say much, just took it all in. I figured he needed a little time to himself before dinner.

“Hey, why don’t you take a nice hot shower and get situated? I’ll have some painkillers waiting for you at the dinner table. Any room on the left hand side of the hallway is yours. Got three bathrooms down there, too. Just pick one. Dinner in a bit, okay?”

“Thanks,” he said in a low voice. With an effort, his eyes met mine. “I don’t even know what to…just…thank you.” That said, he moved carefully down the hall, his dusty boots clacking with every step against the wooden floors.

As exhausted as he was, Daniel was still a sight to behold, all lean, firm lines, tight ass, narrow waist. I reminded myself that he was here to heal, not be manhandled by me, unless that was what he wanted, later on. Something about the man called to me in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Mine, it said.

I strolled back toward the kitchen, where Roscoe—house manager, cook, and Man Friday—was putting the finishing touches on a great-smelling stew. He was an inch shorter than me, and built like a bear.

“Something smells good, honey,” I said as I walked up to him and patted him on the ass. I wasn’t kidding when I said we were real friendly on this ranch.

“I know what you want, and you can’t have any until it’s ready,” Roscoe said, stirring the huge pot on the stove.

“Now, how do you know what I want? I might surprise you,” I teased, running a finger up and down the crease of his ass through the tight jeans he wore. I grabbed a firm cheek and squeezed. Roscoe pushed back into my hand, briefly.

“No surprise there, cowboy. And the answer’s still no.”

“You’re so mean to me,” I groused, stepping away to set the table.

“You say that all the time, but I’m still here, so—”

“Can I help it if I love having you around, and not just because you’re a good cook?” I said.

“Trying to sweet talk me won’t work, either. Tell me about the new guy.”

I pulled out silverware for four people and was about to give him the story when Ret walked in.

“What’s the story on our guest?” Ret asked as he grabbed bowls from one of the cabinets near the refrigerator.

“I was just about to tell Roscoe,” I replied. “I was on my way back to the truck from the store when I tripped over this guy’s legs.”

“You were staring at the sunset again, weren’t you?” Roscoe cut in.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “He was just sittin’ there on the sidewalk, leaning against a wall. Man looked like he hadn’t a friend in the world.”

“So you picked up another stray.” Ret took a bag of rolls and a stick of butter out of the refrigerator and placed them on the table. Then he grabbed a six-pack of beer.

“I couldn’t help it,” I said. “You don’t mind do you?”

“Hell, no! Roscoe and I were strays of a kind, too, at one point. And we always help people in need. It’s what we do. And if he decides to stay, well—”

“Ditto,” Roscoe concurred.

“Thought so. He’s bruised up pretty bad, but I think he might be hurting worse on the inside. We gotta help him heal, best way we know how. Deal?”

“Sure thing, boss,” Ret said.

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Fifteen minutes later, the stew was done and ready to be served when Daniel walked into the kitchen. Apparently, he had at least a change of clothing in his backpack. He wore an old white T-shirt that molded to his sleek chest, sweatpants that hung from his hips, and his lovely, large feet were bare. Daniel’s hair was wet and combed. He definitely cleaned up well, though he still looked like the walking wounded. Definitely needs someone to take care of him, I thought. Out loud, I said, “Have a seat, Daniel.”

“Thanks,” he replied quietly. “And you can call me Danny, if you like.” He sat in the chair next to Ret. I placed some pain pills beside his bowl, along with a bottle of water. He gave me a tired smile as a thank you. Roscoe introduced himself and they shook hands across the table. Danny wasn’t as skittish as before about being touched. That was an improvement, at least.

“All right, folks. Dig in,” I said. That’s as close to a prayer as we ever got in this household.

While we ate, Ret gave us an update on the ranch in general. Then Roscoe mentioned the need for some household supplies. I’d have to make a run into town again soon. While I listened with one ear, I observed Danny as he inhaled his food in mere minutes. Seemed he hadn’t eaten in a while. He ate heartily, consuming at least two steaming bowls of stew and four rolls slathered with butter. Good thing Roscoe always made enough food for a herd.

Throughout the meal, Ret and Roscoe would feed each other—and sometimes me—and touch affectionately. They were definitely a couple, though I was always welcome as a part of their circle. I took full advantage of that, too. Danny watched the interplay between us with amusement, but didn’t say anything.

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 shit, 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 sex,” I said.

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

My cock 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.”

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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 cock out.”

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

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

Ret took the head of my cock 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 fuck his wet, hot hole. Shit, his mouth was a treasure.

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

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 dick back inside my sweats and stepped back. “How do you want to fuck 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 cock 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 cock, 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 fucked 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 cock was so hard it almost touched his chest. Roscoe’s dick 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 cock, 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 cock—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 cum 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 cock 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 cock.

I heard a grunt, and turned to see Danny going to town on his cock, 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 nipples 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.

* * * *

A few weeks went by, and we all settled into a routine. Danny healed—physically, at least—and, since it turned out that he was pretty handy outdoors, he and Ret worked with the animals and fixed equipment and fences, as needed.

Danny remained amused but untouched by any of us as we fucked each other, frequently. Nothing we did seemed to faze—or encourage—him to participate, much to our combined disappointment…not that we would ever force the issue.

Other than getting off solo while watching us in the evenings, he never did anything else, but seemed content to leave things the way they were. I wondered why. Such a sexy man deserved more than just his fist for company.

I felt a yearning building within me for the reticent cowboy. I wanted him for my own. Ret and Roscoe had each other—and me, whenever they wanted—so why couldn’t I…well, maybe it was too soon for that kind of thinking.

“Roscoe?” I asked one afternoon as I watched him preparing a huge tray of sandwiches in the kitchen. “What do you think is going on with Danny?”

“It may be that he’s been hurt by life for so long, and had to do things that he might be ashamed of to survive so often, that he doesn’t think he deserves more than being a voyeur and pulling on his dick.” He set the tray in the middle of the table.

“How do we get through to him?” I asked, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite.

He gave me a knowing look. “You mean how do you get through to him, right?” I didn’t respond, and he went on, “We don’t, love. He comes to us, when he’s ready. Maybe he’ll never be ready, you know? All we can do is provide a loving, peaceful, happy environment for him to thrive. Give it time, okay, papa bear?” Roscoe leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“You know me too well. I guess you’re right,” I replied.

“Aren’t I always?” He grinned at me then grabbed the walkie talkie to hail Ret to announce it was snack time.

Five minutes later, Ret and Danny wandered into the kitchen in their socks after leaving their boots by the back door, as was the house rule. They were both a little dusty, but they’d cleaned their faces and hands, so they probably used the sink in the laundry room. Danny looked real good, those muscles of his just about to pop in his arms, and the sweaty T-shirt molded to a chest that made me want to just tear the material to get at that hot bod. Calm down, son.

“What we got today, buddy? Reubens?” Ret asked before taking three sandwiches, placing them on a plate, and sitting at the table.

He had a spot of mud—or horse shit—on his left cheek. I tore a piece of paper from the towel roll, spit on it and wiped his face.

“Thanks,” he said and blew me a kiss.

Roscoe took a tray of hand cut fries out of the oven and gave each of us an even portion before sitting down himself. There were two six packs of root beer already on the table. “Let’s eat, guys.”

I hummed to myself in pleasure. Damn, Roscoe could cook! The cheesy flavor, followed by the sharpness of the sauerkraut and the peppercorns just made my mouth water. The beef was tender and salty, the mustard and horseradish making it all excellent. Just perfect for an afternoon delight.

“Quit your moaning,” Ret said, grinning at my vocal enjoyment of really good food.

“You like it when I moan, though,” I retorted, winking at him before finishing my sandwich and grabbing another one.

“True,” he said.

“I know I do,” Roscoe added, grabbing a fry and chewing on it as he watched me with a lecherous expression.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said before biting into another sandwich.

“You guys are just too much. I wish…but it wouldn’t be right if I…” Danny stopped, shook his head and grabbed more food.

“You wish what, Danny?” I asked.

He blushed, but didn’t respond.

I glanced at Roscoe, who gave me a small smile. Ret was too busy chewing to notice what was going on.

It occurred to me that Danny might think he’d be intruding, or cause problems in some way if he got involved with us. Far from it. His participation would make us an even better unit, and give me a cowboy of my very own to love. At least, that was my hope.

I left it alone and after finishing our meal, we all helped Roscoe clean up the kitchen before going our separate ways. Before I went back to my office, however, I stopped Roscoe in the hall before he disappeared.

“I’m thinking that maybe the issue for Danny is that he worries he’d break us up, or something. Ruin the dynamic we have with each other. Thoughts?” I folded my arms and waited for his opinion.

“You might be right. I saw that blush at the table. Maybe that’s why he only jacks off with us, but anything else makes him…hesitant. I’d be more than happy to let him know how far that is from the truth.” He rubbed his hands together gleefully.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you would. Let me talk to him, okay?”

Roscoe shrugged his shoulders. “Fine with me, boss.”

“Love you,” I said.

“Back atcha,” he replied. I kissed Roscoe’s nose and patted his ass to send him on his way, then went in search of Danny.

It took me twenty minutes to find him. Ret had informed me that Danny was on the other side of the ranch, fixing a part of the fence that was rotting. I rode out on Shelby, my favorite horse and found Danny kneeling before a post, working on the barbed wire.

He looked up when I walked up to him after leaving Shelby in the shade of a nearby tree that was next to a stream. Danny’s eyes widened at my approach.

“Something wrong, Slim?” he asked, standing quickly and dusting off his gloves.

“Relax, Danny. Everything is fine,” I replied. I leaned against the fence and looked out at the view before me. The scenery always took my breath away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Danny watching me.

“You enjoy working here?” I asked to get the ball rolling.

He cleared his throat. “Absolutely. I’m grateful to you all for taking me in.”

“It was our pleasure, believe me.” I smiled at him, and his cheeks got rosy red.

“Can I ask you something, if you don’t mind?” I pushed my hat back a little on my forehead.

“Not at all. What’s up?” he replied as he removed his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Might as well come out and say it. “Do you think you’d be breaking us up or whatever if you were to be physically intimate with the three of us?”

Danny looked at me like a deer in the headlights before blinking and hanging his head. He rotated the hat in his hands as he pondered my question. I let him think on it, enjoying the sounds of nature, as well as the smell of a hot, sweaty male, one of my favorite scents in the world.

He wiped his mouth with a forearm and then looked at me. “I’ve never been in a relationship of any kind before. Nothing but quickies on the road or in bars. Any friends I had over the years were left behind long ago. You guys got something real good here, and I don’t know that I have anything to offer, anything of worth, that is. You’ve all been real good to me, and I really don’t want to mess things up. I like it here and I like y…” Danny stopped a moment to compose himself. “Yes, I think I’d be intruding.”

My heart hurt to hear the pain in his voice, the way he thought he had nothing to offer, had no worth. And what was that about his liking…Hmm, it sounded like he meant me, but I couldn’t be sure. Whatever the case, life had left him feeling like he didn’t deserve love, and I wanted him to know that that was pure horse shit.

“Danny, we all like you—” me, especially “—a lot. It’s not just physical, though. Sure, you’re sexy as fuck. But you’re also a hard worker, easy to get along with and a fighter. You wouldn’t still be alive today if you weren’t. You deserve to be loved, to be treated with respect, and to have good friends. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

I turned to face him. “Roscoe, Ret, and I are here for you, in whatever way you need us. If sex isn’t what you want from us, that’s fine. We’ll still be the best friends you’ll ever have, and you’ll always have a place here with us, for as long as you like, okay?”

I held out a hand to shake his. Danny looked at it, then took off one of his gloves to take my hand in his. “Thank you, Slim, for saying that. It means a lot. Give me…” he closed his eyes briefly. “Give me some time, okay? I just need to get my head around the idea of actually being wanted and maybe even loved…by three guys, no less.” He grinned and I cackled.

“Ha! I knew you’d get the idea. Perhaps you should think about it like this. The universe sent you to us so you could get all the loving you never had all at once. Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

He laughed outright, and it made him pretty frickin’ hot. “Sure, maybe.”

I patted him on the cheek. “Okay, then. You take your time, and we’ll keep on tempting you every night until you just can’t help yourself.”

Danny chuckled. “You do that, Slim.” His eyes lingered on mine as his mirth faded, and then he looked away.

Now’s not the time.

I tugged on my hat and got back on my horse to head back to the ranch. That went well. Wait ‘til the guys hear this!

* * * *

A couple of months went by, and then it was fall. The temperature dropped real fast here in the valley, so we had already started in on the firewood.

Since it was cool in the evenings now, the guys and I took out the blankets and pillows we always reserved for this time of year and snuggled in front of the fireplace in the living room after our meals. Ret, Roscoe and I would fall asleep entwined together after wearing ourselves out making love.

Danny still hadn’t been intimate with us, physically. However, starting this past week, I had awakened early each morning in front of the dying embers of the fireplace to find him lying next to me—naked, praise be—under the covers. Ret and Roscoe were behind me, as usual, our legs wonderfully entangled. I would snuggle close to him, wrapping my arms around his firm chest before dozing off again.

Finally, it seemed we were making progress, and I found it heartening that he’d chosen to start with me. I didn’t think it was a coincidence, as I felt we’d had a connection of sorts from the beginning.

This particular morning was no different from the others. Ret had already gotten up to feed the animals, and I could hear Roscoe pottering around in the kitchen. I blinked my eyes in the dawning sunlight and looked down at Danny as he slept away on my chest, cuddled up in my arms. He felt so right here, with me.

I ran a hand down his back and rubbed an ass cheek. That made him snuggle closer. I kissed his nose and ran my other hand through his messy hair.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” I whispered.

Danny stirred and opened his eyes to stare up at me. He gave me a shy smile. “Mornin’,” he offered. Morning breath had never smelled so sweet.

“Fancy meetin’ you here,” I joked. I reveled in his body moving against mine as he stretched. His morning wood poked my thigh.

“Yeah.” Danny used his hands to caress my spine and pinch my butt. Hallelujah.

“Feeling frisky, are we?” I asked as I quickly rolled him beneath me.

“Maybe.” He wrapped his legs around mine and rubbed against me, languidly.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “You’re not doing this out of some kind of misplaced gratitude, are you?”

“No way, man. I want this. It’s time…and I want it to be you.”

I did an internal fist pump. He squeezed my ass, and I got the message.

“Thank God,” I replied fervently.

Danny chuckled at my comment while I spit in my hand. I reached between us to take his cock in my hand and pump it a bit. He was already seeping at the tip.

“Shit!” he cried out. “It’s been a while, Slim, since I’ve felt another hand on me. This will be embarrassingly short.”

“I don’t care. I just want to see you give it up. Been wanting to for a while now. We all have.”

“Won’t be long.”

He thrust his dick into my fist as I maintained a fast rhythm until he blew seconds later, just like I wanted him to.

“Christ on a pony, that’s good,” Danny exclaimed, his gusty breaths bathing my face as he came down from his orgasmic high.

“Mind helping me out, son?” I asked, poking his inner thigh with my hard dick.

“Sure. Bring it up here and let me suck it.”

I had died and gone to heaven. “Shit yeah!” I quickly moved into place and tapped his mouth with my dripping cock.

Danny opened wide and I fed my dick to him, inch by inch, holding his head steady until I reached the back of his throat. Apparently, deep-throating wasn’t new to him, since he swallowed around my dick and made me see Manhattan.

“Fuck, boy, you got a mouth on you.” I pulled out and then pushed back in, and Danny applied some serious suction to my cock. I blew after a few more thrusts, the heat inside his mouth too much to resist.

After shouting my completion, I pulled out of his wet hole and plopped myself back down beside him, panting heavily.

“You…goddamn,” was all I could say.

“You’re welcome,” Danny replied. He turned on his side to throw a leg over mine and place his head back on my chest like before.

Right before I fell into another doze, I felt warm lips on my neck in a brief, tender kiss that sent heat all over my body. I was content, and better yet, so it seemed was Danny.


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