by GA Hauser
"He even won over Harley." Charlie grinned slyly.
"Yeah, but I don't want to fuck Harley." Roman kissed Butch's hair.
"Thank heaven." Charlie shook his head.
"You wanna fuck me, Roman?" Butch stared at Roman's crotch.
"I want to fuck both of my men." Roman reached to place the beer and the book down on the coffee table, the amulet he rested on top of the book. "But I don't have two dicks."
"Oh, Christ," Charlie said, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. "Don't wish fer that. I swear at this point anything is possible."
Butch slid down Roman's body, leaning his arms on Roman's leg. He kissed his zipper flap.
Roman shifted on the sofa, opening his pants.
Butch gave Charlie a glance. Charlie was smirking, as if he knew what Butch had inadvertently asked for. And all three of them were aware Butch had never had a dick in his mouth before.
Roman exposed himself from his pants, pulling on his cock to get it harder than it was with the talk about sex.
"Hmm," Charlie laughed as he spoke, "I do believe Butch Crowell has bitten off more than he can chew."
"Don't use the term 'bitten off' when I'm about to put my dick in his mouth." Roman spread his legs wider.
Butch looked up at Roman, seeing his dark five o'clock shadow and jet black hair, his masculine jaw line and dark eyebrows.
"Too much for you, cowboy?" Roman held his dick in one hand and caressed Butch's back with the other.
"I'm afraid I'll gag. Will ya tease me for the rest of my life if I do?"
Charlie started laughing. He stood and knelt on the floor in front of Roman. "Git outta the way, amateur."
Butch scooted back a little and Charlie didn't hesitate. He drew all of Roman's cock into his mouth and tugged at Roman's pants to get them off.
Roman managed to raise his hips and his slacks went to his ankles, then to the floor.
As Charlie showed Butch just what a good blowjob entailed, Butch grew stiff watching, as he always did.
Getting Roman's cock slick with salvia, Charlie sucked it to the tip and then pointed it at Butch. "Ya wanna lick?"
Roman groaned in pleasure and sank into the couch as if the thought of two men on his cock was euphoria.
Butch wanted to.
"Come 'ere." Charlie drew Butch to his mouth first.
Butch could catch the scent and taste of Roman on Charlie's lips. The kiss was intense. All tongue and heat.
It left Butch a breathless mess and hornier than hell.
Charlie parted from his lips and was about to suck Roman's cock again, when Butch leaned closer and used the tip of his tongue to taste it.
"Oh, Christ," Roman moaned and Butch felt him trying to get him to suck it, pushing at Butch's head.
Charlie began lapping up the length, watching Butch.
Butch closed his eyes and placed his lips on the soft spongy head of Roman's cock.
"Damn!" Roman flinched and his leg muscles tensed up.
"Tell the boy when yer close, Roman. He ain't ready for a mouthful."
Butch certainly wasn't. Not yet. He took another look at Roman's dick, its delightful size, perfectly straight, cut, with tight balls underneath. He opened his lips and took the head of Roman's cock into his mouth. Under him, Charlie lapped at the base and sucked Roman's balls.
"Oh, fuck!" Roman's legs shook and he tightened his grip on Butch's neck, making Butch stay put.
Butch was surprised he did not have a gag issue. But of course, he wasn't allowing Roman's dick too deeply into his mouth, and Charlie seemed to be taking care of whatever was not being sucked.
The taste of pre-cum hit Butch's tongue. It was not objectionable. He had actually tasted his own…once.
Roman began rising off the couch, fucking Butch's mouth. It made Butch shift and back up, but Roman's grip on Butch's neck was firm.
Of course if Butch wanted to stop, he could.
He heard rustling and could tell Charlie was getting his own cock out, obviously enjoying the act, jerking himself off as he continued to participate.
That heated Butch up to an inferno. Butch enjoyed a flash of fire recalling Roman fucking him, the sensation of being mounted, filled, and the heat up his back passage. It was indescribable.
Butch moaned and drew harder suction, daring to suck slightly more of Roman's cock into his mouth. Then without a sound, Roman came.
Butch blinked and had no idea what to do.
Charlie obviously felt Roman's cock throbbing and said, "Don't be afraid to spit it out, babe."
Butch closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, keeping Roman's cock in his mouth as a little more came out and coated his tongue.
The grip released on Butch's neck and Roman huffed for air as he recuperated.
Butch sat up and stared at Roman. "Damn!"
Roman opened his eyes, looking satisfied and groggy. He gripped Butch by his hair and brought him to his lips, kissing him, using his tongue to taste his own cum off Butch's lips.
"Oh fuck yeah!" Charlie grunted and the sound of movement made it obvious he was jerking off…and coming.
Butch parted from Roman's lips and caught Roman's sexy smile. "Welcome to the pack."
Butch felt his cheeks blush and started laughing. He glanced at Charlie to see Charlie had a pool of cum in his hand and his cock was softening as it hung over his pants. "You two were a sight to see," Charlie said.
Before Butch could react, Roman began urging him backwards to the end of the couch. As Roman opened Butch's pants, Charlie left the room, Butch assumed, to clean up.
With his shirt pushed up his torso, and his pants down at his knees, Butch held his breath as Roman Burk, top dog, sank Butch's cock entirely into his mouth.
"Oh sweet Mother…" Butch felt his eyes nearly roll back in his head and held onto the cushions of the couch.
Roman gave him one hell of an aggressive blowjob, sucking hard, deep, twisting his palm around Butch's slick length, and pushing his finger into Butch's ass at the same time.
Butch hit the sky and arched his back, his heels digging into the floor. The noises of his own whimpers were nothing more than coughs and gasps.
As Roman milked him, lapping at the tip and purring like a crazy contented animal, Butch said, "I have never come like that in my life."
"Get used to it." Roman winked at him, stood, grabbed his pants and left the room.
Butch watched his masculine strut and tight ass, then drooped into the sofa cushions and recuperated.
~
Dinner time, the three men headed to the ranch house. The moment they opened the door the warmth and scent of food from within was like a furnace blast.
Holding paperwork, Roman took off his coat and hung it on a rack near the door as his new pal Harley wagged his tail and came to greet him.
"Vernon," Roman said, "I got some news for you on the sacrifice killings."
Vernon set his coffee mug on the table and stood from his reclining seat in front of the hearth. JP and Goat stopped talking and gave Roman their attention.
After handing Vernon the reports, Roman said, "According to one of the officers over at the sheriff's office, they made a couple of arrests."
"Was it a cult?" Vernon looked at the paperwork, the concern showing on his face.
"No, boss," Charlie shook his head. "A couple of hopped up drug addicts."
"You sure?" JP asked.
"Sure as we can be." Charlie nodded, running his hand through his hair.
"What about all that crazy stuff up the mountain?" Goat asked, approaching the men near the door.
Roman hoped he would be believed. "That is a group of people who actually worship Mother Earth and all her creatures."
JP laughed sarcastically.
Vernon raised his eyebrows, the reports still in his hand.
Charlie said, "Look, fellas, that cult, that group?" He folded his arms over his flannel shirt. "They came to our aid. They helped us fight somethin' way bigger than we could handle."<
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Vernon held up his free hand to stop them. "Do I wanna know?"
Roman glanced at Butch to see his reaction. Butch gave Roman a slight indication to not get into the whole 'Alpha' explanation.
"Just as long as it stops, right?" Goat replied.
"It should stop." Roman hoped so.
Vernon nodded, as if he'd heard enough and vanished into the kitchen. "Let me get my reading glasses."
Charlie leaned closer to Roman to say, "You think them good ole boys who are in the county lock-up, had anythin' to do with the murder of that young woman?"
Roman hadn't thought of it. "Anything is possible. Let me text Phil just to see if they have any DNA from the cold case." Roman took his phone out and before he wrote that text, he wished Phil a Merry Christmas.
As he stood still with his phone, Connie called everyone to the table to eat.
The men hurried to the dining room as if they'd been starving.
Roman sent the text and pocketed his phone, looking down at Harley who was sitting right at his feet.
"Ya crazy mutt," Roman laughed at him. "Let's eat."
Harley wagged his tail and followed Roman to the kitchen.
Roman couldn't believe the amount of food. It was obscene. And they hadn't even hit the desserts yet.
Roasted ham, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, corn, baked beans, green bean casserole, biscuits, gravy, steamed peas and carrots, stuffing…
The wine and beer were causing everyone to laugh and get silly. JP was drunk while Goat teased him for being such a lightweight in both the food and booze consumption.
The girls were rosy from the heat coming from the kitchen and the alcohol, and Connie had finally slowed down enough from her cooking, to sip a glass of sherry.
"I am stuffed!" Butch reclined in the chair and opened the top button of his jeans. "I am waving the white flag." He picked up his red and green napkin and used it to indicate defeat.
Charlie scooted his chair back and said, "I need a nice walk. I am too full to sit."
Roman hadn't over eaten, knowing it would put him into a food coma. He raised his glass to Vernon and his wife. "Thank you. Thanks for being our family during the holidays."
Vernon brightened up, his cheeks red from the warmth of the ranch house and the wine as well. "Our pleasure, Roman. You are welcome in our home anytime."
"Accept on all fours!" Sherlane giggled.
Vernon, as an afterthought asked JP, "The horses in for the night?"
"Oh!" JP got to his feet. "Sorry, boss."
"No problem." Vernon waved at him.
"I'll help." Butch stood and fastened his pants as Goat got to his feet too.
Charlie said, "Can I pitch in?"
"Sure." JP smiled at him. "As long as ya don't scare the horses."
"I guess we'll see."
Roman asked Connie, "You need help clearing up?"
She gestured to him as if he were silly. "No. You go on. You just go relax."
"Thank you for everything." Roman stood and pushed his chair in, seeing Suzie and Sherlane smiling at him as they stacked the empty plates. Then Roman realized something. He could not hear their thoughts.
The men were near the door, getting their jackets, boots and hats on. It was only six, but dark as night.
Roman put his leather jacket on and followed the group outside. When he looked up, the moon was glowing and yet, snowflakes were falling as well. He then realized the moon was just showing its face from behind a wall of thick clouds, and a ring surrounded it like a halo.
Butch led the way to the paddock, opening up the gate, beginning to move the horses into the barn. A routine the animals knew well and did easily since there was food waiting for them. JP and Goat stood at the barn leading the horses as they trotted across the lane into the stalls.
Roman lingered beside Charlie, admiring the freshly fallen snow and the beautiful colored lights decorating the ranch house. "Charlie."
Charlie turned to look at him.
"One more time?"
"One more time?" Charlie tilted his head in curiosity.
Roman took the amulet out of his pocket and slipped it over his head by the leather string. He reached out his hand and Charlie clasped it.
"What are we doin', Roman?"
"How about a nighttime romp?" Roman grinned wickedly.
"Did you figure out a way to control it?" Charlie's expression lit up. "You dog," he grinned slyly.
"Literally." Roman clasped the amulet in his hand and rubbed his thumb over the raised images.
A red glow appeared in the distance.
~
"Hey, Charlie…Could ya—" Butch stopped short as two wolves, one pure black and the other tan, leapt and played in the snow, wrestling and pinning each other to the ground.
He looked at the horses in apprehension, but they were already focused on the barn and their oats. A white blur raced by Butch, between the horses' legs as they continued their progress to the barn. Harley joined in the fun, not snarling and growling, but leaping and playing.
"Well, I'll be." Butch rounded up the last of the horses and made sure they were tucked in their stalls. He stood to watch the two wolves prance and play in the snow. The black one wore something around its neck, like a collar. Butch recognized it as the amulet.
JP and Goat joined him and then realized what Butch was watching. "Oh no. Here we go," JP said.
"No. Hang on. It ain't like that. I think they wanted to do this." Butch held JP back.
"Wanted to?" Goat gaped at the wolves and the crazy Jack Russell.
As if both wolves had just noticed the men, they came barreling over and JP and Goat shrank back and held up their hands.
Roman put his paws on Butch's chest and started licking him.
"Ya jerk! I told ya, not when yer wolf!" Butch laughed and wiped his face.
JP and Goat appeared stunned as the tan wolf tried to bait them into a game of tag or race them. Harley wagged his tail, yipping at the fun.
"Will they turn back?" Goat asked.
"Yeah." Butch petted Roman's fur. "I think they got this licked."
Roman spun in a circle, his tail held high.
"Come on!" Butch raced with the wolves and Harley into the fresh snow, JP and Goat joined them, laughing as if they were in shock at the strange turn of events.
"One thing I never imagined doing this Christmas!" JP said, breathlessly, "Was hanging out among wolves!"
Butch began to laugh. Laugh so hard he was in tears. He was toppled to the snow and two big wolves, like a couple of sweet mutts, nuzzled and tugged on his hat and coat.
"I can't wait for you two ta change back." Butch wrestled with them. "'cuz that's when I get to see ya nekkid!"
Harley sat beside Butch and panted, looking in the direction of the hills. Butch tried to see if anything was there. There was. A faint red glow.
The big black wolf noticed it too, and stopped to look, snorting in the cold air.
Butch watched it fade and as it did, the two men were beside him, catching their breath, human, and naked in the snow.
"Well, at least they didn't get far." Goat walked to the piles of clothing.
"Look at you two." Butch shook his head in amazement.
Roman smiled at Charlie, the amulet hanging around his neck. "Did it hurt, Charlie?"
"Not near as bad. You?"
"Nope." Roman smiled.
Goat dumped their clothing beside them. "I'll miss you two crazy animals when you're gone."
JP handed Charlie his hat. "Not me. No one would believe it if I told 'em."
The men stood as they dressed and kept laughing as if they had just been on the ride of their lives.
Butch picked Harley up in his arms and stared at the loves of his life. And you're both mine. Mine.
The End
About the Author
Award-winning author G.A. Hauser was born in Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA and attended university in New York City. She moved to Seattle, Washi
ngton where she worked as a patrol officer with the Seattle Police Department. In early 2000 G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began her writing in earnest and published her first book, In the Shadow of Alexander. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has written over ninety novels, including several best-sellers of gay fiction. GA is also the Executive Producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES. For more information on other books by G.A., visit the author at her official website.
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G.A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2010, 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, and Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, Best Author 2007.
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