Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2023 17:10:37 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: "Wrong Side of the Tracks" Part 21 - The Cabin

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I hope you all can suffer through my fantasies of having a ton of muscular
Marines with crazy in their eyes wanting to have sex.

All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but
with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more.

Where we left them:

"No cell phone coverage?" Pat asked, "Fuck, I don't know."

"We'll be fine, brother," Shay said, then to Rory, "Can we get a message to
him once a week to let him know we're fine?"

"We can just drive into the small town, Fawnskin, and we can get cell
service there. It's just 35-40 minutes from what I remember." Rory said.

"Ok, we'll do that, Pat. Every Friday morning we'll drive to town for
supplies and to call you on your cell. That sound good?" Shay said.

Pat looked at them, from one to the other, and said, "I guess. But don't
forget. Otherwise I'll drive there and punish you both!" Pat said half
joking, half not.

That night the men had a naked dinner at Kenny's house and then made plans
for the next day. Rory and Shay were going to leave early. Only taking a
small bag of necessities. Kenny was going to follow Casey and Gabe back to
Palm Springs while having Pat ride with him. Kenny wanted to meet the
others and relax for a few days. He found a group of friends that he felt
he could trust, as they were Marines, and that he could get his freak on
with.

"Wrong Side of the Tracks" Part 21 - The Cabin::

The next morning, before they left, Rory left a text message for Brad, his
step-father Phillip's lawyer, and asked him to let the caretaker know that
he would be at the cabin for the next month. The caretaker who was watching
it was supposed to go there once a month to check on the cabin and the
property and report anything to the sheriff. Rory had no idea who the
caretaker was, or the sheriff for that matter. But he figured a heads up
was appropriate.

Brad replied back, "No Problem. Utilities are on as always. Enjoy!" The
cabin did have electricity and well water, solar heated, with a septic tank
as well. But there was no phone. And no internet. But Rory did want to
disconnect for a while so it was perfect.

Shay was glad. He loved getting away and hadn't had the opportunity to do
it in a long time. He almost wanted to go off into the woods naked while
Rory hung out at the cabin. But he promised to watch the boy. He was sure
he would get some alone time in the woods. To live like the caveman he
always fantasized about. But that was his big secret.

Meanwhile, the San Bernardino sheriff, Clyde Hawkins, got the call from the
lawyer for the Young cabin. Seems that the Young's heir, Rory O'Cain, was
on his way up to spend some time at the cabin. The lawyer asked the sheriff
to let the caretaker know and to check the property before Rory got
there. As soon as Clyde got the call he got in his shop and headed for the
property. He had to warn Rocco. Rocco Sykes. He was going to have to help
him clean that place up and get him out of there. He figured they only had
a few hours.

Rocco Sykes was the caretaker. But he lost his job in Big Bear Lake as a
mechanic due to his PTSD issues and has been living at the cabin for the
past year or so. He had an arrangement with Clyde. Clyde got his ass fucked
a few times a week on the downlow and he wouldn't tell anyone that Rocco
was living at the cabin. No one's been to the cabin for at least three or
more years. Clyde wasn't even sure why the Youngs ever built it to begin
with. They didn't use it but a handful of times.

The cabin sat on the largest plot of land in the area. All other plots had
been chopped up to less than an acre to build and sell vacation cabins
on. But the Youngs held onto their property. Saying no to the multiple
offers from developers. Brad, the lawyer, dealt with it now. But rarely
took the calls. He updated Rory every now and then. Rory didn't want to
sell it either. Didn't bother Clyde any. The large property was less
troublesome than the crowded vacation neighborhoods.

Clyde was a shorter man, 5'9", but was built like a wrestler. At 38 he
still filled out his uniform shirt with big round shoulders, big chest and
arms that looked like they were going to bust out of his sleeves. Clyde was
married to a woman he had known since tenth grade. They had three kids but
he and the wife had long ago lost interest in sex with each other. She
preferred the tall muscular black coach of their eldest son's high school
football team and he preferred dirty sex outside with Rocco.

She and Clyde would probably never divorce but they enjoyed their separate
lives. They had separate bedrooms at home and the kids seemed happy just to
have them both there. But the love affair was over. That was for
sure. Neither one of them asked each other questions anymore. Clyde liked
his ass fucked but he wouldn never change his life.

Clyde found the hidden driveway between two fence posts and a few
pines. Many people pass it by without even knowing it's there. He drove up
the dirt drive the 1/4 mile to the cabin. The cabin was a large A frame
built by the Youngs 15 years prior. It was surrounded by decking. Behind it
was an old cabin that was original to the property and that had seen better
days. Used mostly for storage of the equipment for the property.

The new cabin had two bedrooms and a loft. The living room, dining room and
kitchen were all one room with a vaulted ceiling that went up the two
floors. Rocco stayed in the loft and tried not to touch too much in the
other two bedrooms. He also used minimal electricity to avoid any spikes
that could be questioned by the lawyer. He always knew he'd have to clear
out in a hurry someday.

When Clyde pulled up to the cabin Rocco came out the front door. Naked.
Rocco looked like he lived like a caveman himself. Long beard, long but
clean hair, rich looking hair. But his muscular features were still
evidence of his hard work in the service behind his tanned skin. Over his
left shoulder and down his chest and his back was a tribal tattoo. Down the
right side of his torso it said USMC in bold letters. As far as Clyde knew
Rocco rarely put on a stitch of clothes. And his cock. Rocco's uncut
cock. Laid over his large balls like the perfect specimen it was.

Looking like Brock O'Hurn did in Euphoria, Clyde knew that Rocco could have
anyone he wanted. All he did wear was his dog tags and a couple of surfer
type braided bracelets and one ankle bracelet. That was his usual
wear. When he did have to go to town it would be just linen shorts and a
loose cotton button up shirt, only one button buttoned, with sandals. He
leaned towards a Bohemian look usually.

Rocco's green eyes were hypnotic and had a bit of crazy behind them. At
6'5" his long light brown hair looked perfectly balanced with his frame.
The man was large, muscular and sexual. His 9.5 inch thick weapon was just
icing on the cake. He was just the sort of man you would expect to come
across in the wild if you were writing a romance novel. He gave Tarzan a
run for his money.

Clyde had run background on Rocco for the Young's lawyer. He knew who he
really was. Why Rocco wanted to live the way he did was none of his
business. He just benefited from it.

"You're here earlier than usual Clyde. Wasn't expecting you for a couple of
days." Rocco said with a smile, somewhere between a smirk and a grin. Rocco
was thinking the man was just more horny than usual.

"Got some bad news. The boy is on his way up here. He wants to spend some
time at the cabin." Clyde said.

Rocco didn't seem too fazed by the news, he knew who Clyde meant by the
boy. The owner who inherited the place when his parents died in London, "We
all knew the time would come. I have the tent and gear all ready to go.
Just have to tidy up the loft and the bathroom. Clear out the food. How
much time?"

"I'll help you. A couple of hours. You'll be ok?" Clyde asked. He knew he
couldn't take Rocco home. So did Rocco. Rocco was already headed into the
cabin but turned when Clyde said that and grinned.

"I'll be fine. If you help me hurry and move to the woods I'll have time to
breed your ass before you leave. Would you like that?" Rocco said. But he
already knew the answer. Clyde started to undress right there in the
driveway. He often got naked with Rocco as soon as he came over anyway.

After Clyde locked up everything in his shop (police SUV), including all
his clothes, he took his keys and radio and went inside after Rocco.

It only took them a little over an hour to freshen up the place and ensure
that there wasn't much evidence of someone being there. They agreed they
could always say that Rocco used the kitchen once in a while for lunch when
he was checking out the property. But they made sure everything else was
perfectly clean. Clyde even put the dirty sheets in his trunk. They both
knew the boy wouldn't remember how many sheets the place had. They had
practice. They did this once a month before the cleaning service came
in. Rocco always spent a night or two in the woods in his tent.

They opened the windows of the cabin. Clyde would also tell the boy that he
let the place air out for their arrival. That way it would smell fresh and
not as much as Rocco's natural scent. Rocco's masculine, natural scent. The
one that Clyde couldn't get enough of.

Once they felt comfortable with the way the place looked they went outside
and locked up. Rocco put his gear up against the house and waited for Clyde
to come to him. His cock was already anticipating the man's hairy ass and
his cock was filling with blood.

There was never anything romantic about it. Rocco liked fucking man ass,
although he has dabbled in younger men, and Clyde liked to be handled
rough. Clyde didn't know how many hikers Rocco had had and never asked. He
knew Rocco wasn't innocent nor was he relationship material. He was too
broken. Seen too much in his young life. Rocco was barely only 30.

Clyde walked over to Rocco and then put his hands against the wall of the
cabin. He spread his legs as wide as he could and waited.

Rocco had spit on his cock a few times but that was it. That was all Clyde
was going to get. Clyde got off on the pain. Rocco lined himself up and
pushed in. That was it. No kissing, no hugging. It was a mutual
understanding. Rocco used Clyde two or three times a week and Clyde kept
coming back. Clyde welcomed the stretching pain. It kept Rocco from
searching elsewhere and it kept Clyde's mind off his whore of a wife and
the football coach.

Once they were done they ensured that there was no evidence of their
encounter. Said their goodbyes. Then as Clyde opened his car to get his
clothes out he watched Rocco walk into the woods naked with his backpack
on. He could watch that muscular ass walk away all day long. Rocco was the
most natural masculine man he ever met. And his looks didn't hurt. Clyde's
ass throbbed while he thought of the cock that was just in it.

Not far into the woods Rocco heard the car door shut and Clyde then started
it. Soon he was on his way down the driveway. Rocco didn't go deep in the
woods. Stayed right on the edge. He wanted to see the cabin. To see the
boy. He wondered if he would be alone or have a bitch with him. Maybe they
would fuck outside. He would like that. Watching boy ass go up and down
while he was taking what was his.

If it was a girl he had with him he hoped he would be an Alpha and not a
pussy. The type where the woman called all the shots. That would turn him
off. If he had to watch a dude fucking a bitch he better own her. Make her
know who the man is. That would turn him on. But if he was alone would he
express himself? Be nude? Time would tell.

From what he knew, the boy was only 19. He wondered if he was nerdy or
sporty. Either way he liked young ass. Just watching it would be
satisfying. He's had younger than 19, younger than he'd ever admit to.
Recently though, two 16 year old boys were hiking across the property a
month back. He found them making out with each other at the edge of the
property. He came up to them, still nude, and startled them. "You boys are
trespassing." was all he said. They both looked up at the same time with
fear and lust in their eyes. The naked muscular man before them was tall
and imposing. But welcoming at the same time. They both shook with
excitement.

"Sorry sir, we didn't know. Is this your property?" One of the boys
asked. They were both athletic and shirtless. Both wore gym shorts and
hiking shoes. One boy, the one that spoke, was built more. Like a
wrestler. The other one was built too but not as thick. More like a
swimmer.

"I'm the caretaker. Are you both faggots?" Rocco was crude on purpose. He
wanted their reaction. To see which one was a sub. But it turns out they
both were.

"We..ah...no?..um.." The thicker one said. He knew the man had just caught
them making out with each other. There was no denying that they were into
each other. So he didn't know what to say to the nude hippy-like man
standing before them. But he couldn't deny the man was hot. Like really
hot.

"Don't worry. I know you both are. I like faggots. My cock likes them
too. Are you virgins?" Rocco asked. He didn't care one way or the other. He
was going to have some boy ass today. He knew at least one of them would
put out. His money was on the thick one. The more muscular they are, the
more likely they are to bottom.

"Um, no sir..." The thick one said.

"Come to the cabin. You can hang out and we can get to know each other. If
you want." He turned and headed towards the cabin. He gave them an out. But
he knew they would follow him. He had a way about him that made people want
him. And they did follow. Mesmerized by that muscular tanned ass they were
following. The man was beautiful from head to toe. And his carefree way of
carrying himself was attractive too. Full of confidence and sexuality.

The thick one, Beau, his ass was throbbing in anticipation. He was hoping
his new boyfriend, Joey, was going to fuck him. But he was starting to
think that Joey wanted cock in his ass more than he did. Beau's been
getting railed for years by his step-father and liked his thick 8" cock.
But he never let on in school. He was the top jock at his high school.
Dated girls but had boyfriends on the side. Boyfriends that were older.
Joey is a fluke. Their parents are friends. Joey goes to a different
school. Joey is not out at his school either. Which was the most attractive
thing about him.

Beau didn't know it but Joey's experience is with his Gymnastics coach.
Coach fucked him for the first time at the beginning of the school
year. Fucked him all year. Joey hadn't been fucked since school let out two
weeks ago. Ever since he heard that their two families were meeting up at
Big Bear for a vacation he was hoping that Beau would finally fuck him.

Well, Rocco fucked them both that afternoon. And the next morning Beau came
back by himself for some more. Beau was a bit more piggy without his friend
around. Turned out step-daddy was a construction worker and made his
step-son do nasty things with him. Beau latched onto Rocco's pit and sucked
on it to get all the flavors down his throat. Beau was addicted to Rocco's
natural scent. Rocco liked it. They spent a couple hours together before
Beau had to go. He knew Joey would be looking for him.

Now Rocco was wondering what kind of fun he could have with the boy. The
owner of the property. He set up camp and made sure he still had a discreet
view of the cabin. He knew they wouldn't see him. Especially if they were
inexperienced in hunting or the military. Which he was sure that the rich
boy from Brentwood was.

He didn't have to wait long. It was only two hours since Clyde left. An
open air Jeep pulled up with two shirtless dudes inside. The boy was the
first to get out of the passenger side. He seemed to be the younger of the
two so he assumed it was the boy. Shorter, muscular, sort of like that kid
Beau but way hotter. To Rocco the boy was fucking beautiful. Young and
masculine. A couple of days' growth gave the boy an almost full beard. And
shorts that were showing off the most incredible bubble butt. The shorts
looked like they couldn't contain it all. Just enough crack showing to
tease him. The boy was barefoot and seemed to be at ease with it. Like he
did it often. Even in the dirt drive they were on now.

Out of the driver's side came a large muscular man. Looked about ten years
older. Maybe more. Muscular, 6 or 6'1" and wearing just some old board
shorts. They were oversized and loose. Like they were ready to fall
off. The dude had that Brian Sims look to him but was built so much
more. And then Rocco saw it. The Marine tat on his arm. He might have to
move camp back further in the woods tonight. A fellow ex-Marine will spot
him if he goes sniffing around.

Then the big dude dropped his shorts. His large meaty cock flopped against
his large balls. The man was just as built and equipped as Rocco was but
Rocco knew he was better looking. He knew what he looked like and used to
compare himself often to others. But this man, this Marine, was definitely
competition. Then he heard him say to the boy, "Let's get the groceries put
up and then we can chill." His deep voice made Rocco shake. Rocco was a
top. Mostly. But this dude could own him. He even felt his rarely used cunt
twitch.

The boy was grinning at the Marine and then slipped off his shorts as
well. They were both nude now. And they looked completely natural with each
other like they had done this thousands of times. Could they be lovers?
Rocco was even more curious, and turned on, then he was before. The boy,
himself, was perfect. A hot little muscular cub. They had to be gay. They
wouldn't be this comfortable being naked. And if they were, they would be
making stupid straight boy jokes by now. It wasn't like that. The boy was
looking at the older one like a piece of meat. And the older one, the
Marine, had some crazy eyes looking back at the boy. Rocco could see that
from where he was. They were intense and they were raping the boy while
they looked at him. He could be Rocco's fraternal twin. Rocco had the same
crazy eyes.

The boy had the keys, the ones he probably got from Clyde in town, and went
up the steps to the deck and into the cabin. They both carried stuff in and
made sure the jeep was cleaned out and then the big guy put the top up and
locked it up. The boy brought out a couple of beers and, after the Jeep was
sorted, they sat on the deck talking. Rocco could hear their voices but
couldn't hear what they were saying.

The boy went in and got them a couple more beers and something else. Rocco
couldn't tell. A small black bag of some sort. After the boy handed the man
another beer he put his on the table and then got on his knees. The boy
started to blow the man, taking his soft but thick cock into his mouth,
while the man rubbed his head. They had definitely done this before. They
must be lovers.

The man opened the bag and took out a small brown bottle and then held it
to the boy's nose. The boy sucked in the poppers while he sucked on the
cock. Rocco was liking these two more and more. The man then lifted the boy
up and took him to the deck steps. He positioned the boy on his hands and
knees. His hands on the deck and his knees on the second step. Then he got
behind the boy, keeping the black bag with him, and put his mouth right on
the boy's hole.

The man ate the boy out with a vengeance. Making Rocco wish he was in on
the action. He wouldn't mind chowing down on the man's sweaty trench. He
started playing with his own cock now. The one that was just in
Clyde. Still probably still smelled like Clyde's ass.

As he watched he saw the man, after five minutes of rimming the boy, open
the black bag and take out a bottle of lube. The boy was huffing poppers
now. Anticipating the large cock about to split him open. It wasn't as
large as Rocco's but it was close.

The man worked lube into the boy's snatch as the boy huffed more
poppers. Rocco could hear him moaning and whimpering from where he
was. Then, after the man lubed up his own cock he shoved it into the
boy. Obviously the boy didn't mind it rough. Making Rocco even more
intrigued.

As the man, up on his feet on the last step, started to rail into the boy,
the boy started to moan, "Fuck me, Shay. Fuck me. Use my ass. Fuck!" The
man's name was Shay. Rocco would remember that.

"Oh yeah, baby? Rory's gonna be my little mountain bitch?" Shay
said. That's right, Rory, Rocco had heard the name from Clyde. He had just
forgotten. Rory and Shay. Must be lovers. Maybe brothers. That would add a
whole new level of kink that Rocco could be down with. He loved it on the
edge.

"Anything you want," Rory moaned out.

Shay was railing him hard, "Maybe find a couple of campers to breed you
too. My little slut like that? Some sweaty campers having their way with
you?"

"Oh...fuck....oh Fuck yeah!" Rory yelled out. "Fuck me..." He went to a
whisper on that last part but Rocco barely heard it.

While playing with his own cock Rocco lost his balance and there was a twig
that snapped. He silently cursed himself. As he did he saw the man's head
snap to the side. He heard him. But the man kept fucking.

"Who's there?" The man said, "Just come out." But he didn't stop
fucking. If anything he had picked up his pace. An exhibitionist. Like
Rocco. Rocco didn't have a choice. He didn't want to anger the man by
making him have to stop fucking to come to see who it was. It was better
this way. He knew it would anger him if he was the one that had to stop
fucking to find out who was there.

Rocco came out of the woods, still naked and half hard just wearing his dog
tags and bracelets, with a sheepish look on his face. "Who are you?", asked
the man, Shay. But he didn't seem angry, more like intrigued.

Shay's first thought was, 'How the fuck do we just have a stud like that
come out of the woods naked?'

"Name's Rocco." Rocco said.

"Why are you here? You usually perv on people while you're naked?" Shay
asked. The boy, Rory, had turned his head by this point and looked at
Rocco. His eyes went wide with lust. He wasn't scared or mad. He was turned
on by Rocco. The tall muscular dude with the tribal tattoo on his shoulder
looked totally natural in the setting. Like a savage use to living in the
woods. Rory shook with lust. Rocco gave a slight nervous grin.

"I'm the caretaker." Rocco answered truthfully. He was painfully aware that
he was still half hard. His skin pulled back from the gland. He couldn't
help it with the scene in front of him. Rocco put his hands behind his neck
and under his hair while he thought about the situation he was in. It could
go really bad or he might make friends and get a piece of that muscle
cub. He hoped the boy was really a whore, like Shay said, so they could
both tag him whenever they wanted. His own scent was adding to the fuel in
his loins. He hoped to be included. But he was worried.

Shay saw the tattoo down the man's side of his torso when Rocco lifted his
arms. And then he noticed that the naked stud was wearing dog tags. His
eyes widened and then he looked into the man's eyes. "Semper Fi, brother."
Shay said as he began to fuck Rory harder. Another Marine excited
him. Another stray. The family was still growing. Could they add another?

"What the actual fuck" was all Rory said between his grunts and moans. Shay
giggled behind him. "Another one!?!"

"I...um.....oh, yeah, your tattoo, um we were both...?" Rocco asked,
seeming confused.

"Am, brother. Once a Marine you're one for life. You know that." Shay
responded. "I'm going to finish fucking this boy and then we get to know
each other. Or you could join in. You down?"

"He's basically my boss...." Rocco answered quietly as he stepped closer.

Shay laughed and said, "Rory, you mind if your employee fucks you?"

"If he adds to your load I don't mind at all." Rory said. "All you fucking
Marines, fuck! I need to meet a nice Air Force guy." He chuckled between
grunts.

"Chair Force?!? Never!" Shay said. Rocco chuckled for the first time at
that. Then he heard Shay obviously lose his nut in Rory. He came with a
roar like you would expect from an alpha. Then he slapped Rory's ass
lightly a couple of times and said, "Stay in position, boy. Your turn,
brother. That is if you're into some youngish boy snatch..." Shay said as
he turned to Rocco.

"I just fucked someone about an hour ago. Haven't washed my cock yet."
Rocco said. But as soon as he did he heard the boy whimper. His attention
started to go to the boy more than Shay. Although Shay attracted him as a
possible top. Something he hadn't had in a while. He was drawn emotionally
to the boy. Rory. Something inside him just clicked. An emotional
attraction as well as physical.

Shay chuckled and said, "You just turned him on more. Who'd you fuck out
here?" Shay looked around in a dramatic gesture.

Rocco thought for a moment and figured, 'What the hell, they're going to
know everything anyway. I'm already caught. They'll either banish him or be
turned on.' So he turned to Shay and said, "The Sheriff. Clyde
Hawkins. Came up to tell me you were on your way and clear out of the
cabin. I fucked him up against the cabin before you all got here."

"Hot," was all Rory said. The Sheriff was hot in his own right but this
dude Rocco gave Shay, and even Casey, a run for their money. Not to mention
his own dad. Hell, Rocco, it could be said, put all the Marines in the
family to shame. He was taller, more muscular and better looking. And his
long wavy hair made him look more masculine rather than the opposite. Billy
was the only one that could be as good looking and pull off the longish
hair. But he didn't even come close. Although Rocco still had those crazy
eyes. Like Shay.

"So you weren't only the caretaker? You were living here?" Shay asked. But
not in an angry way. More of just wanting the information way. But then
Shay stopped and said, "Later. Give the boy a load with your dirty cock and
then we'll have some beers and get to know each other. We'll see how Rory
feels about you using his home after. There is a story there and we're
willing to listen. But fuck first. Right, son?"

Son? Rocco thought, Oh hell yeah. His perv gene just exploded.

"Yes, step-daddy." Rory said with a smirk as he watched the interaction
between the two studs, 'Step-daddy'? Rocco thought. Not as hot but still
hot.

Rocco squatted down behind Rory and started to chow down on his hole. It
was sweaty, musky and the boy's pussy lips were swollen. Just like he likes
them when he's tonguing a hole. But it was a hairless boy's hole on a
masculine man-child. Such a fucking turn on. And the taste of Shay's sperm
didn't hurt.

Shay got behind Rocco and felt him up. "Prime piece of beef, brother." Shay
said as he cupped Rocco's ass cheek. Rocco grunted in Rory's hole as Shay
passed over his own nasty cunt a few times. Just putting a little pressure
on it. Shay could have kept going and Rocco wouldn't have minded. He's all
about pig sex with these two.

Rory had put his head down on his arms on top of the deck. His ass angled
up even more. This savage looking mother fucker could do whatever he wanted
with his hole. He was in heaven. Him and Shay could take turns all
night. He hadn't been used in a while. Philip was always too loving and
Sean just wanted Rory to fuck him. And the men at home were usually always
careful with him too. Vic threw him a dirty fuck once in a while but there
was history there. This was just what he needed. He knew he had his
father's freak gene. The more nasty strangers the better. He always behaved
though.

Shay took a chance and went to the side of the action. He stood there
aiming his cock at Rocco's face and Rory's ass. He let loose with a stream
of beer piss. Rory whimpered as he felt the warm waste down his back and
crack, as Shay expected. But Rocco grunted even louder and ate Rory's ass
harder. He was feasting on ass and piss. In fact, Rocco backed away from
Rory just a bit, with his tongue still in the boy's hole, to let the stream
fill his mouth before he latched onto Rory's ass again. The man was just as
much of a pig as Shay and Pat were. Well, as they all were.

"Oh fuck!" Rory yelled out, knowing what was going on. Then he felt Rocco
glue his lips onto Rory's hole, chewing on his ass lips. Piss wet his hole
as it leaked out of Rocco's mouth.

Soon, Rocco stood up and aimed his ample cock at the boy's cunt. It was one
of the most beautiful holes he's ever seen. Not even the 16 year old jock
had a hole like this. Not a hair in his crack and his bubble butt created a
canyon of muscle surrounding it with milky white skin. If someone could be
in love with an ass Rocco had just fallen.

As Rocco sunk deeper into Rory, Rory whimpered and moaned like a whore. The
big savage was stretching him more than he's been stretched before. Rocco
seemed bigger than Philip. The welcome pain was warming Rory deep from
within.

Shay stood to the side and watched the penetration. The only thing better
than fucking Rory was watching him get fucked. He always enjoyed it. But
their new friend, Rocco, did something that surprised even him. Rocco
leaned over and took Shay's nasty cock into his mouth. It was only half
hard after cumming in Rory and then pissing down his back so Rocco took it
all the way in. He sucked on it enjoying the flavors of Shay's recent
excretions.

"Fuck, brother," Shay said in a quiet voice. Shay then took his hand and
ran it through Rocco's long hair. He had never been attracted to men with
this long of hair before. Well, Billy, but not this long. Rocco was a
unique specimen.  He was taller than most of the men Shay had been with and
definitely was in the same league as his friends in the desert. Usually
only Casey and Jason fuck him, but he would be more than willing to let
Rocco ravish him any day of the week. Pat rarely tops and Vic fucks
everyone else but wants to be Shay's bottom.

Rocco settled into a steady, but rough, fucking. He wasn't the smartest man
in the world but he learned the art of pulling out slowly and then slamming
back in long ago. Knowing that most dedicated bottoms enjoyed it. They
lived for the little bit of pain that the return fuck gave. And Rocco loved
multiple partners. He would give anything to have a young fag eating his
ass right now. Or Shay. Shay could do anything he wanted. If he wasn't so
fucked up he could see Shay as a friend. It would be almost perfect. They
could pick up young cock together. A cock in his mouth, his in an ass and a
tongue at his. But that was all he could see Shay as, a friend, with
benefits. Rory was awakening something else in him.

All too soon Rocco let loose inside of Rory while imagining more naked men
in the woods watching them. He kept Shay's cock in his mouth as he came
hoping for a load down his throat. It had been a while since he did
this. He really was never interested in Clyde's cock. Just his ass. Rocco
wasn't really attracted to Clyde, he was just an available piece of
ass. But he did suck on that sweet boy's cock for a while, Beau. He
wondered if he'd ever see him again. His friend was alright but Beau was a
keeper. If only he could keep that boy in the woods naked and willing. But
this boy, Rory, was a treasure compared to Beau. Obviously out of Rocco's
league.

Shay did give Rocco what he wanted. A nice, albeit smaller than the one he
left in Rory, load on his tongue for him to swallow. That was about the
time Rocco's cock fell from Rory's juiced ass.

"How about some beer, brother?" Shay asked out of the blue. Rocco was still
catching his breath.

"And some friendly conversation, I gather?" Rocco asked with some
reservation. He knew Shay was about to grill him. He didn't blame him at
all.

Shay smirked and said, "Something like that."

"Go easy on him Shay, I like him." Rory said as he struggled to stand
up. He needed to remember something to pad his knees next time. Then he
giggled to himself as he knew there would be a next time.

Shay looked at him and said, "Liking his cock is not the same thing," Then
he looked at Rocco, "But I like him too. We just need to get to know each
other." Rocco nodded at Shay letting the man know he understood and was
willing to have the conversation.

"You guys sit. I'll grab the beers. Should I take out the steaks?" Rory
asked.

"Not yet. Let's have some beers first. I'll grill in a couple hours. You
make a salad." Shay said. He was used to directing stuff at home. Pat may
be the father figure but Shay was usually in charge. Everyone, even Casey,
went along with it.  Shay had a friendly authoritative way about
him. "You'll be staying for dinner." He said to Rocco. Rocco nodded. He
wasn't sure Shay meant it but he agreed anyway.

Shay led Rocco to the teak sofa. It was obviously missing its cushions, and
it was weathered, but both men didn't mind. Rocco sat at one end while Shay
took up the other. Shay put his feet up on the teak coffee table. Rocco
didn't. He was now the guest and acted like it. "What do you want to know?"
Rocco asked, feeling anxious all of a sudden.

"Let's wait for the boy. But try not to see this in a negative light. No
judgement. The more former Marines I meet that are like us the happier it
makes me. And with everyone in our family we had to get through some
hurdles before each one felt comfortable with us." Shay said, trying to
ease the man's obvious nerves.

Rocco just was trying to figure out what these guys meant by family. Were
they in some sort of cult or something? A family of Marines? Gay Marines?
Couldn't be.

Rory came out then with a bucket of six beers. Rocco was pleasantly
surprised how at ease the sexy cub felt naked in front of a stranger like
him. He was afraid he was going to put on shorts or something. And, instead
of opting for the chair across from them, Rory squeezed himself in between
the two much larger men. Shay was used to it but he hoped Rory didn't scare
the new guy off.

"Thanks, Rory," Shay said, then he turned to Rocco, "How did you come to be
here, on the property?"

Rocco let out a deep breath, he was always reluctant to talk about himself
but he felt at ease for some reason. Now he was going to tell these two
strangers more than he's ever told anyone in his adult life, "I moved up
here from LA after I got out of the service. Did my eight and decided that
I had enough tours. I wanted to retire in the Marines but I didn't want to
go back to the desert to be shot at some more." Rocco rubbed his leg where
there was an obvious wound. It was from a bullet. Shay had noticed it but
Rory just took note himself.

"I thought the wars would have ended before my four was up. I was wrong."
Rocco continued, "I stayed in LA, after, for a while but it was way too
expensive and I hated it. Too big for me. I applied for a mechanic job in
Fawnskin and got it. I was 27, almost 28 when I moved up here. The job was
good for a while. But my anger showed one too many times, I felt caged up,
and I was let go about six months ago. But, before that, I guess about two
years ago, Clyde told me they needed a caretaker to check in on this
property now and then. It was a pretty good gig. While I was working I'd
just pop in here every few weeks and make sure no one broke in and that
everything was still on and working. After a while, when I got comfortable,
I could hang out here naked for a few hours, that turned into days
sometimes. I camped here a lot. Clyde told me no one had been here for a
while. Last time was about three or four years ago, I guess." Rocco said.

"Yeah, that's about right, just over three years ago. We came up here for a
week and then never came back. The next summer we went to Europe, and..."
Rory started. Shay just put his arm around Rory's shoulder for comfort and
then Shay looked at Rocco and nodded for him to keep going.

"So, after I lost my job I gave up my apartment soon after. I still have an
old truck parked down the road. It just needs a battery. I haven't felt
right about asking Clyde to help me with that. Just need to go into town
and get one." Rocco said.

"What about the anger, brother?" Shay said in a quiet voice.

"Awe, you know. Saw some shit. Participated in shit. The country used me
and spit me out like they do to thousands of others. Just haven't had a
PTSD tune up in a while. Up here I was far from the VA. Meds ran out and I
couldn't get to an appointment soon enough. Lost the use of the
truck. Things kind of fell apart from there. Before I even realized it."
Rocco was honest. He somehow knew that Shay would understand. His eyes tell
a story. "I let it go too long. I haven't been to the VA in over a
year. Meds ran out soon after."

"We've all been there. Do you have a family?" Shay asked.

"Not really." Then his eyes shifted from Rory to Shay nervously, "I, um..."

Shay saw the hesitation and understood, "Don't worry, Rory has heard it all
before. The guys in our family have dealt with it all. Even before the
service some of them had some skeletons they needed to come clean about. It
helps when you have people you can trust. Rory's dad is my partner. After
the service he found me homeless and lost in my own head. At the time he
was going to let a group of homeless guys rape him. He was asking for
it. So, trust me, we all have a story. Even childhoods that are less than
respectable in normal society. Rory is an old soul. He understands."

Rocco let a deep breath out and then said, "My dad killed my mother. I had
just thought she left with someone else for years. When I was 12 she was
all of a sudden gone. It didn't come out till I was 17. He's away for
life."

"Fuck, brother. I'm sure being sent over to the desert didn't help." Shay
said. He acted shocked but after knowing the people he had in his life and
the situations everyone goes through, he wasn't. But he was sad for Rocco.

Rocco gave a sad chuckle, "You could say that. But I did my job well. Took
my anger out on whoever they told me the enemy was."

Shay sighed sadly, "Been there too. Wanna talk about that, your dad?"

Rocco looked at Rory again and he felt so vulnerable. "Not sure you guys
would understand..."

"You'd be surprised," Rory said.

Rocco looked at him and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it's bad. Even
before my mother left, well died, it was bad."

"Your dad had no boundaries with you?" Shay asked this time.

Rocco smirked sadly, "Yeah, you could say that too."

Rory thought for a moment while watching Rocco and then said, "It's ok if
you liked it. I do."

Rocco looked at Rory in sort of shock for a moment and then looked at Shay
as if saying, 'Is this kid for real'.

"Rory and his dad, my partner, have a unique relationship. Is that what you
had with yours?" Shay asked.

That opened the dam up. Rocco just started telling his story. "My parents
were like leftover hippies. Which is weird since they were teenagers in the
late seventies I guess. They both never wanted for anything. Spoiled. They
were both good looking. Dad was better looking, in my eyes anyway. I guess
that makes sense considering how queer for males I am.  We lived on a small
farm in Corning. Well, the house was sort of large. But there was around
only three hundred acres, or so. It was all old but they made it work. It
was left to my Dad from his Dad, my grandfather. He died when I was a
baby. Mom had her own money. But, once they got the farm, they wanted to
live like free spirits. Dad worked on the farm and as a mechanic also. Kind
of split his days between the two. I learned a lot from him and from the
Marines. Turning a wrench. Anyway, they were definitely free
spirits. December and January were sort of cold, cool really compared to
here. But I was allowed to run around naked during the warm months till I
started school. My dad would just wear cutoffs when he was working on the
farm and mom always wore these barely there sun dresses. The type that you
saw right through when the sun hit them just right." Rocco looked around
again gauging the mood.

"Go on, brother. It's fine." Shay gave some encouragement. He was thinking
this guy is probably as bad off as Casey was. He's going to get him help.

Rocco cleared his throat, "I was definitely daddy's boy. Followed him
everywhere. He worked on cars in our barn and when it was just him and I in
the barn he worked naked. He told me once, I think I was around 8 or 9,
that he was glad I liked to be naked with him. He didn't know how much I
liked it. I wasn't sure I did either at the time but looking back I know I
loved it. When I was really young he never really 'touched' me but he never
was upset about me touching him. I would lean against him while he worked,
hug his leg, and sometimes play with the hairs on his balls and
ass. Whatever I could reach. He would get hard and I would be fascinated
with it. When he did get hard he would spread his legs wide and lean
against whatever car he was working on. Giving me better access I guess. I
remember licking his cock and putting the head in my mouth. I guess I was a
perv at a young age." Rocco chuckled quietly.

Then he went on, "Locals brought him the cars or he went and towed them
in. I preferred being with him. Even when my mom was there she wasn't
there. They had grown apart as far back as I could remember. Did their own
thing. I didn't know what it was back then but they had sexual freedom as
well. No questions asked. Never argued. Just never loving. When it was
picking season mom spent a lot of time with the migrant workers. At least
that is where I thought she was at. I hardly ever saw her. She wasn't bad
to me. Just wasn't anything to me I guess. I heard dad say later that she
was fucking everyone in the fields. Anyway, dad had a lead worker, or
foreman of sorts I guess, Jose. He was around year round. The residence was
kept separate from the rest of the property. There was an adobe wall
surrounding the main house and large barn my father worked out of. I saw
him more than my own mother. He'd show up from the fields in jeans and
boots without a shirt on and would go to the barn and hang out with my
dad. He was a good looking man. Not as good looking as dad but still held
his own. I was around ten, I think, when I learned what hanging out
meant. I mean, I was always in and out of the barn and the foreman was used
to seeing me naked. As well as my dad. Even by then, when I was going to
school, I would strip off as soon as the bus let me off. One day I walked
into the barn and they were smoking out of a bong. Both naked and sitting
next to each other. When my dad took a hit he shot-gunned it into Jose's
mouth. His mouth lingered until they heard me make some noise. But dad
didn't really act differently. He just pulled back and smiled, 'There's my
Rocco.' was all he said. Even then I could tell when dad was stoned. And
Jose looked about the same. In fact they were more stoned than usual. I
shyly walked up to them wondering why they were kissing. I asked. Dad
smiled a wide smile and said, 'Jose and I are very close friends. We like
each other a lot. So we kiss once in a while.' Jose looked a little freaked
out but I just went to him and asked to sit on his lap. He reluctantly let
me. Then I looked at him and then I looked at my dad and said, 'I like Jose
a lot too. Can I kiss him like I kiss you?'. Dad's smile got even bigger
and he said, 'Only if it's ok with Jose'. Dad had been kissing me on the
lips since I was a baby. It was a daily, if not hourly,
occurrence. Sometimes his tongue would penetrate my mouth and I loved
it. So, anyway, I looked at Jose and he looked a bit frightened. So I asked
him, 'Do you want to kiss me Jose?'. "

Rocco took a breath and looked at Rory and Shay again. Still gauging their
reactions. They just gave him a warm understanding smile. So he went on, "I
usually didn't take no for an answer when I was young. Still don't I
guess." Rocco smiled at them, "I put my arm around Jose's neck and put my
lips on his. His hand went under my butt to hold me while we kissed. Once
he let go of his hang ups he kissed me really good. The finger of the hand
that was holding me found its way into my crack and he petted my hole. Dad
had done this a few times so I wasn't freaked out. I liked it."

"Did it ever go any further with Jose?" Shay interrupted.

Rocco put his head down to gather his thoughts, then he said, after letting
out a deep breath, "Yeah, he ended up fucking me. Not that day but
later. After I caught him fucking dad about a month later I wanted to know
what it felt like. Jose eventually gave it to me. I went into the barn the
day I saw it and my dad was working on a truck's engine nude as usual. I
loved how my dad was like that. Barefoot and nude as much as possible. I
guess I'm the same way. Anyway, It seemed like Jose just took him as he was
repairing the engine. But dad didn't look upset at all. Jose saw me walk
in. He had a pretty big smile and nodded for me to come closer. When I got
up to their sides dad saw me and he said, 'Hey buddy, I don't know if you
should be here right now.' but Jose interrupted and said, 'Why not man,
he's seen us naked and kissing. Nothing wrong with this. Don't let him be
ashamed of our physical love, man.' Jose had changed since that day he
kissed me. He wasn't nervous anymore. He might have been stoned too, I'm
not sure. Dad sighed and just let Jose keep fucking him. But it was like he
couldn't look at me. He didn't say I had to go again. So I just stood
there. Then Jose picked me up and put me on my dad's back, 'What the fuck
Jose?' dad said. 'Just lay on your daddy's back. Hold on to his shoulders,
sport.' Jose said. I was on my stomach on my dad's sweaty back when Jose
lifted my hips and started to eat my ass. Dad figured it out and looked
back at me, 'Oh baby boy, I'm sorry, you ok?' I kissed my dad on the
lips. Just a quick one and he said, 'Are you sure, baby?' I remember
shaking my head yes. It felt really good and Jose seemed to like it. But
that was all that happened for a while." Rocco let out another deep breath
like he just ran a marathon.

"I'll get some more beer." Rory said, getting up and grabbing the bucket
full of empties. He was half hard. When Rocco saw it Rory shrugged his
shoulders shyly smiling. Rocco wondered if this was really turning him
on. Then he looked at Shay and Shay was harder than Rory.

"Are you guys as fucked up as I am?" Rocco asked Shay after Rory went into
the cabin.

"You have no idea, brother. Again, don't worry about Rory." Shay said as he
gave his cock a few strokes. "Is it bothering you that your story is having
this effect on us, on me?"

Rocco chuckled for a moment and said, "No, if anything it's making me feel
less ashamed. When I think back to the shit I did with dad and Jose I get
turned on too. But then I feel guilty afterwards. Like it was wrong, what I
wanted."

Rory came back out with a full bucket. Rocco was becoming more intrigued
with the boy. He hadn't felt this level of attraction in a long time. As
Rory put the bucket down Rocco grabbed his half hard cock and put it in his
mouth. "Oh, Fuck!" Rory said, "He's a keeper!"

Rocco let Rory's cock fall from his mouth and asked, "So I'm not fired?"

"Fuck no, dude. May get a promotion." Rory joked. Shay chuckled.

Then Shay said, "You want to keep going? Get it all out? Or do you want to
just chill with us the rest of the day?"

"Might as well finish. I sure as fuck never told anyone all this
before. Not sure why I'm doing it now." Rocco said as he put his arm behind
Rory on the deck sofa. Rory's head turned towards Rocco's pit and he was
drawn to it.

"Oh oh, the boy gets off on pits, bro. You might be getting yours cleaned."
Shay said.

"Might be time for a break after all, " Rocco said smirking as he took the
same arm and lifted it with its hand on the back of his own head displaying
his pit. Then he rubbed the top of Rory's head with his other hand and
guided him towards his swampy underarm. Rory whimpered and let him. "Want a
taste of ole Rocco eh, boy? Fine with me. Take what you want." Rocco own
cock was getting blood in it as well.

"Hope you're up for having a whole new set of friends, brother. You'll fit
in well." Shay said as Rory latched onto Rocco's pit.

Rocco kept rubbing Rory's head as he said, "Dude, I'm broken and get angry
when I'm trying to be normal. Like I said, I'm overdue for a tune up with
the VA."

"You just described everyone of us that was in the service in our group. We
all found each other for a reason. Rory, Philip, Sean, Bash, Keon and Rico
are just bonuses." Shay said.

"Who are they, I mean I know who Rory is but are these the other Marines?
Besides Rory?" Rocco asked.

"Nope, sons and little brothers of Marines." Shay responded. Rocco's eyes
went wide.

Rory pulled back from Rocco and said, "You forgot Josh!"

"You're right, how could I?" Shay chuckled, "So many sons, so little
time. But Josh is older than the rest of you."

"How many of you fuckers are there?" Rocco was shocked. Rory sat back with
a smile and turned to Shay to see if he could get it all right.

"Let's see, There is Me and Pat and Casey. And Casey's young boyfriend
Gary. But he was a Marine as well. Pat's son is Rory and Casey's son is
Bash." Shay started.

"Shay, dad and Casey are a truple of some sort. Even with Gary around. But
Gary is mostly at the motel." Rory giggled. He knew he wasn't saying it
right. None of them did. It was there version of trouble and couple.

"And you love it. Vic lives with us also with his brother Rico. Then there
is Billy and Pike. Billy's son is Sean and Pike's son is Keon. Then we have
Jason and Patrick, Patrick is FBI, Jason's son is Josh and his lover is
Wes. Wes is Army but we forgive him. He was held prisoner with Jason back
in the desert." Shay finished.

"Holy fuck, and you're all gay? What Motel?" Rocco's mouth was hanging
open.

"Every last one of us." Shay said. "We'll get to the motel later. That's a
whole other story."

Rocco then had a light bulb go off. Shay could almost see it. "Jason,
Marine and Patrick, FBI? Josh, son and Wes, Army? Jason and Wes prisoners
of war. Holy fuck! Jason and Josh? Is Josh the kid that..."

"...was kidnapped and taken on a chase across three states? Yes. Jason
talks about it freely. Patrick was on the case. That's how they met." Shay
said. "Jason's been through the most and gives the group the most of his
time. He makes sure no one is left behind." Shay said with some obvious
pride directed towards Jason.

"Jesus, how do you keep track of it all? But only you, Pat and Casey live
together? And I guess Gary?" Rocco asked knowing he forgot something. Were
they really a threesome with this guy Gary involved?

Shay chuckled and said, "And Vic and his little brother as well as Casey's
son Bash. Rory and Philip went off to college last year with Billy's son
Sean."

"Oh yeah, Philip? How does he fit in?" Rocco asked as Rory went back to his
pit.

"Philip is Rory's boyfriend. He moved in with us a couple years ago. We all
adopted him. They were in high school together." Shay said. Then he decided
there was enough of talking. Rocco was getting some blood in his cock from
the attention Rory was giving him. Shay went around the coffee table and
then moved it out of the way and got on his knees. It was time to taste his
new friend.

Rocco saw what was happening and said, "Bro, you going for my nasty cock?
It's been up two asses in the past couple hours." Rocco was obviously
turned on as he was getting harder. He didn't mind how fucking nasty Shay
wanted to get. He just thought a heads up was always polite.

"All the better, brother. Gonna get you while I can. You're going to be a
hit with the rest of the family. I'll never get alone time again." Shay
said.

"I didn't know I was going to meet the rest of the family." Rocco said as
Shay engulfed as much cock as he could. Due to its size even Shay well
trained throat was having problems.

Rory pulled back from Rocco and said, "You are family. You're meeting
them. You're already in. Shay adopted you about an hour ago. He won't leave
without you. Or we'll stay with you and have the rest come up." Rory
started to go in for a kiss.

Rocco, being sort of overwhelmed, grabbed the back of Rory's head and
started to make out with him. It was intense and Rory whimpered again into
the man's mouth. Shay came up off Rocco's cock and said, "Sounds like baby
boy needs another round of this. Isn't that right?" Rory moaned a bit as
Shay helped him maneuver over Rocco. Rory squatted down as Shay guided
Rocco's cock into him. Rory and Rocco kept making out. Rory was definitely
in lust with the man. The feelings were a bit overwhelming.

Shay then sat next to Rocco and watched the two devour each other. Rocco
noticed him there and went from Rory's mouth to Shay's. They then made out
while Rory tried to piston himself on the ample dick. Rory wasn't going to
give up this one without resistance. It felt so good and gave him the right
amount of pain.

Rocco third orgasm was quick this time. The boy was doing things to him
with his ass muscles that were amazing. He came while his mouth was still
on Shay. Shay backed off and said, "Hold him there, my turn." Shay was
obviously turned on.

Shay stood in between Rocco's legs, behind Rory's ass and shoved himself
into Rory's hole as soon as Rocco fell out. Rocco and Rory resumed making
out. Rory moaning into Rocco. The smell of sex, pits and ass surrounded
them. The dried piss smell was faint but there as well. None of them
minded. It enhanced the mood.

"You gonna fuck me sometime Shay?" Rocco asked catching a break from Rory's
mouth.

Shay reached out and caressed Rocco's face, "And you'll be returning the
favor."

After this round they went inside. There was a leather sofa in the living
area with a sheet on top of it. The two older men resumed their places on
the sofa as they did outside while Rory refreshed beers. When Rory came
back he laid in the middle on his stomach with his head in Rocco's lap and
his thighs on Shay's thighs.

As they resumed talking he took a taste of Rocco's balls and cock every now
and then. "Is this kid for real?" Rocco asked. Rory was instatiable. Was he
enough to keep up with Rocco's sexual appetite though?

"Baby boy is in his element. Haven't seen him this relaxed in a while."
Shay said as he caressed Rory's ass. Letting his thumb wander onto his
wrecked hole every now and then. "Tell us more, Rocco."

"I don't know. The last time we ended up fucking again. I don't know if I
have another load in me." Rocco joked. As he said that Rory nursed on his
half hard cock. "He keeps that up though we're going to find out."

"What happened after that time in the barn?" Shay asked.

Rocco thought for a moment and then said, "It was around then that mom was
absent more than not. Dad didn't seem upset about it. Jose came around a
lot but he didn't stay over very much. Now that I knew they were fucking
dad let his guard down around me a bit. Just gave me the speech about how
the puritan society of the country wouldn't understand our ways. Whatever
happens at home should stay at home. Grooming me to stay quiet about my
home life. By that time I was active in every sport he would let me
play. Again, money never seemed to be an issue. So I was away from the farm
a lot during the day. Dad and I would have supper after I got home,
sometimes with mom, sometimes with Jose. Never both. Dad also just stopped
wearing shorts even around me. He didn't dress unless a customer was
dropping off or picking up a vehicle or he went into town. By the time I
was nine I was sleeping with dad. Cuddling, kissing, some oral play but not
much more. By the time I was 11 mom was gone. Left with a migrant to
Mexico. That was dad's story, anyway. We didn't hear from her ever
again. Anyway, when Jose did stay over I was in bed with them. Nothing much
happened until one night my dad was dead asleep. Jose was horned up and
started to eat my ass. He got some lube and started playing with
it. Opening me up. Within an hour of stretching me he was inside
me. Fucking me slowly. Trying not to wake my dad. He had done such a good
job stretching me there wasn't much pain. He knew what he was doing. Like
he had done it with someone as young as me before. Dad woke up, 'What the
fuck, Jose??' I looked over and reached out for my dad and initiated making
out with him. He stopped for a moment and said, 'Are you sure, baby?' I
shook my head yes and started to kiss him again. I really wanted dad to
fuck me. Not Jose." he started feeling ashamed again not wanting to look at
Shay or Rory.

"I basically had to rape mine the first time", Rory blurted out.

"What?!?" Rocco asked.

"You're among family, brother." Shay said.

"Fuck!?!" Rocco seemed exasperated. Shay pulled him over and stuck his
tongue into Rocco's mouth. They made out a bit while Rory sucked on Rocco's
cock and Shay fingered Rory's loaded hole. He loved feeling his and Rocco's
loads in it.

"You still get fucked, right?" Shay asked when they ended the small make
out session.

"Not in a while, but for you, yeah." Rocco was honest. "I had a steady top
in the service. But I usually, and still do, mostly fuck muscle cubs. Young
ones."

"Do I qualify?" Rory said after he spit out Rocco's cock.

"You are more than qualified. Couldn't have dreamed up a better example."
Rocco said gave a lustful smirk to Rory.

"How about you finish the story later or tomorrow. I'm getting hungry. The
drive and the beer are making my stomach grumble." Shay said to Rocco.

"Sure man. I'll get out of your way. Let you guys rest." Rocco
said. Forgetting that Shay said he was staying for dinner. Not even really
feeling rejected. Just thought that was how it was going to go.

Shay looked at him confused for a moment and then said, "Um, fuck no. I'm
not letting you leave now. Which room did you usually sleep in when you
were homesteading?"

Rocco was surprised but answered him, "The loft."

"Then that's where the three of us are going to sleep." Shay said getting
up.

"Makes sense, it's the only king in the cabin." Rory said.

Rocco was looking at them back and forth, "Are you sure. I still have my
site set up. I can go."

Shay turned to Rory, "Your cabin, your call."

Rory got up on Rocco's lap and looked at him directly in the eyes, "I want
to sleep between you and Shay. And if you feel like you need to stick your
cock in me in the middle of the night then do it. I could totally be your
slut. Hell, I am your slut."

"Fuck!" Rocco was exasperated again. "What is it with this kid?"

"He's horny 24/7. Now I'm off to make dinner now that that's settled." Shay
got up, gave each of the guys a quick kiss and started to walk away
giggling.

"I didn't say yes yet!" Rocco said. That's when Rory shut him up with a
kiss.

"Please?", Rory asked.

"Fuck, baby. You're enough to make a grown man get in a lot of
trouble. I've already fallen for your ass. I don't know if I'm safe from
falling for the rest of you." Rocco said quietly, just to Rory.

"Same, that cock has me rethinking my life". Rory said. Then he started
kissing Rocco again.

After dinner they were all pretty tired. They went up to the loft and put a
fitted sheet onto the bed and then a flat sheet. That was all they would
need. Rory got in the middle as the two bigger guys got beside him. "Sorry
guys, I should have showered." Rocco said.

"Fuck that. I could bottle your scent and pour it on myself everyday." Rory
said. Pushing his mouth under Rocco's arm again.

While Rory was nursing on Rocco, Shay put his own hands behind his head and
laid on his back. Enjoying his own scent mixed with the other's. "Rocco,
whatever happened to the farm?"

"Still there. Dad signed it over to me when he went to prison. Along with
the money." Rocco answered like it was no big deal.

"Money?" Shay asked. Then he felt he had overstepped, "Sorry, none of my
business."

"No worries. I was basically living here without you knowing so you deserve
my story. Yeah, my grandfather made a lot of money on olives, olive oil and
almonds. Still going strong. That's why there was always money. Jose still
runs it." Rocco answered.

"And you still own it?" Shay asked as he got on his side and put his head
on his hand.

"Yeah. Jose gets paid well to take care of it." Rocco still acted
unimpressed.

Shay then looked at Rocco thoughtfully while Rory was interested in other
things, "So, brother, why is a man with means living in the woods and
homesteading at his employers cabin?"

"Because, this man with means is too fucked up to live in polite society. I
do better solo in the woods. And besides, I've never been bright enough to
run the business. Jose does a better job." Rocco answered honestly.

As much as Shay liked the fantasy of keeping him naked in the woods he saw
a project. Another one. After Casey there was Vic and then Gary. "There is
nothing I like better than a wild beast naked in the woods but I want to
help you."

"Well, it doesn't look like you guys need money. So what's in it for you?"
Rocco asked as he pulled Rory into an embrace.

Shay looked at him and said, "I get the trust thing man. I didn't have much
when Pat found me on the streets. But Pat did. Not super rich or anything
but enough to buy a house, motel and garage. Rory inherited his from his
step-father and mother. Not sure what he has, I didn't even know about the
cabin until recently, but I don't care. I'm the happiest I've ever
been. Everyone has hang-ups and trust issues when they come live with us or
near us. It doesn't last long."

"God, it really does sound like a cult!" Rocco tried to be serious but then
started to crack up. Rory and Shay also laughed.

"If it is a cult I don't want to be deprogramed. No inhibitions, sex with
hot men and nudity. What more can a man ask for?" Shay said.

"Love?" Rocco said in a quiet voice.

"There is a ton of that too. More than enough. And the way Rory is acting
with you I'm thinking you already have some. From me too by the way. I feel
the love that you have to give, that you've kept locked away. You'll get
better. With us." Shay said.

"I'd hate to give up the woods though. I'm at peace up here." Rocco said.

Shay looked at him for a second and then looked at Rory, "I have an idea
but I'll have to check some stuff out tomorrow. I need to go to town to
call Pat anyway. I promised him a safety report. He worries about this
one." Shay pointed at Rory, "He's a lot to worry about."

"No doubt." Rocco said as he leaned down to kiss Rory again. Shay felt the
puppy love happening before him. He was a little jealous. He was hoping for
a three way the whole time they were up here but it seemed that the boy had
his own ideas. But he was sure he would be included at some point.

The next morning Rory woke up in bed alone. The sliding door to the lofts
deck was open. It faced the front of the cabin. He walked out and looked
around. He saw his jeep was gone. Shay must have left early for town. Then
he heard some chopping noise from out back. He went in and stopped in the
bathroom to piss and brush his teeth. Then he headed downstairs. The first
floor was empty too. Whatever that noise was it must be Rocco.

He went out the back door and there Rocco was chopping wood, still
nude. His sweat was glistening in the sun. His hair was tied up into a sort
of loose bun. He looked like a Viking or one of those guys on that movie
300. Just wearing his dog tags and his bracelets and anklet. His cock was
heavy but soft over his balls. He started to walk towards Rocco becoming
increasing excited. The man did things to him. Rocco noticed him
approaching and stopped chopping. He stood straight up and put the ax down
between his legs as he leaned his hands on the handle. "Not an early
riser?", he asked. He was grinning but looked nervous.

"It's only like eight o'clock. What time did you get up?" Rory asked.

"5 AM. I saw Shay off at 6:30. Said he would be back this afternoon. You
missed breakfast." Rocco informed him. Rory saw shyness too. He didn't
expect that.

Rory smiled and said, "Looks like breakfast is right in front of me."

Rocco looked at him perplexed for a moment before Rory finally asked,
"What's wrong?"

Rocco took a moment to answer and then said, "You, um, I can't...Rory...um,
shit..."

"Can't what? Yesterday you were all over me. Now you're holding out?" Rory
seemed miffed and confused. He wasn't used to rejection. "Did I do
something wrong?"

"No!" That shook Rocco, "It's not you. Fuck, it's not you at all. Besides
you have a boyfriend and a family." Rocco let out a deep breath. Not sure
where to go next in this conversation. Wishing he could just run away,
again. He was good at running away. Ever since his dad was put in prison he
was always running away from the people and things he loved. That's why he
wasn't at the farm anymore. He felt like he didn't deserve it.

"Shay already told you you were family. Trust me, the other guys will
accept you no questions asked. Fucking Marines will never lose one of their
own. It's like you guys have an invisible teather holding you all together
even when you don't know it." Rory went off on a different direction. It
wasn't what Rocco was saying.

"I can't..." Rocco said.

"You can't what? Be part of the family? Why?" Rory saw some sadness
then. He didn't know what was up. But he was going to find out. This man,
Rocco, did things to him. Sort of like Philip did but in a more mature
way. With Philip it was young love. This felt more mature. Not that he was
in love yet, was he? Rory knew that ever fiber of his being was attracted
to Rocco.

"Because you'll be there." Rocco said, quietly.

"Of course I'll be there. You don't like me?  Then I'll go off to college
again. You won't have to put up with me for long." Rory was becoming
hurt. It was rejection.

Rocco saw the hurt in Rory's eyes and said, "No Rory, you don't
understand. I'm pocessive. Now that I've found you I don't think I could
let you go. It's better for me to leave now."

Rory's eyes went large and he looked at Rocco while his eyes
moistened. "Why would you do that? What if I didn't want you to..."

"I'm no good for you. I'm older, broken down and not in you league. I've
never been smart Rory, not like you." Rocco said.

Rory had tears streaming down his face. He never felt this way. Not even
with Philip. "I don't want to lose you. I'll give everyone else up. I need
you."

"Rory, you don't know what you're saying. What do you mean give everyone
else up?" Rocco asked.

"I won't fuck anyone else. I'm yours, only yours." Rory said.

Rocco stopped for a moment and looked at him. Could this kid feel the same
way he does? "Rory, I just want your heart. I'm too much of a pig to not
want you to get fucked by others. I'd love to eat other guys cum out of
your ass. But if I lose your heart mine will break. That's the problem. I
want to pocess you and make you mine. But you have Philip."

"That's already done. This morning when I walked out of the cabin and saw
you chopping wood my heart stopped. It tore open and you became a part of
it. You've made me question my whole life and future. I'm no good in
school. But I'm good with numbers. You're right, I am smart, but I'm not
book smart. Mostly common sense. Usually. I'm not happy there. As for
Philip it's never been cemented. He was with my father for a while. We got
back together when we started school. But he won't be surprised."

"He was with your father for a while? Like lovers?" Rocco asked.

"Oh yeah. Big time. Philip has an irresitable cock. But yours gives it
competition." Rory explained.

Rocco looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and said, "So it's my cock?"

Rory understood right away. He saw a moment of hurt in Rocco's eyes, "Well,
your cock helps. But no. Just you. You being near me. Your deep voice
vibrating through my ear canal. The way you are so casual about
nudity. Your scent. Your fucking eyes. I love your eyes. My whole body is
reacting to you. Not just my ass. Trust me. I never expected to fall for
someone. Especially someone that walked out of the woods naked. But I did."
Rory said. "I was just coming up here to think about what I wanted to do
about school. Spend a month and make a decision. Shay came with me under my
father's request. He was worried about me being alone up here with little
cell service.

Rocco stood up straight and his muscles bulged. His chest puffed out and
his arms pulsed. He looked right at Rory with an intense stare. "You fell
for me?".

"I thought you were smart enough to see when someone is aching for you."
Rory said quietly.

"I'm not smart at all. Barely passed High School. If it wasn't for my
football coach I would have flunked out. I'm pretty dumb Rory. I'm no good
for you. Dumb, angry beast that would rather live in the woods than in
society. You would get sick of me quickly." Rocco said sadly. He was
usually confident with his men, dominant and aloof. But he ached for Rory
as well.

"Good thing we have each other then. I'm sort of school dumb myself. But I
doubt I'd ever get sick of you." Rory said.

"I'm moody, like dirty pig sex and live like an animal. Even if we moved
back to the farm I wouldn't become too house broke. And I like to get a bit
rough with sex. I may want to use you. Have others use you. I may want to
get fucked myself while I fucked you. But you would defenityly fuck me a
few times too. I want to walk around the farm with your cum dripping out of
me. Then I'll fuck you in the fields in front of Jose." Rocco's cock was
getting hard.

"Show me. Show me now." Rory said. He was becoming hungry for the man in
front of him. "You're what I want. What you just said, I can live like
that, with you."

Rocco, still standing tall and tense, started briskly walking to Rory. He
grabbed the shorter man and kissed him like his life was on the line. Rory
wrapped his arms around Rocco's neck and then jumped up and put his legs
around Rocco's torso. Rocco pulled back and said, "You're mine?"

"Better fucking believe it. Fuck! You fulfill every fucking fantasy I've
ever had. You're my walking wet dream." Rory said.

"Ditto, babe." Roccos said before he started to kiss the cub again.

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