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Mentor
By Sean Michael
"Who is this kid again, Blue?" Rig finished ironing
Dick's shirt, then grabbed Rock's. His had gone to the
cleaners for a starch and was hanging. This time of year
he was always attending something or congratulating
somebody.
Made him feel a little old, really, but that was what
old dudes did. They shook hands and congratulated
young kids.
"Jason Peterman. You remember, the kid we caught
flinging rocks at the gym windows. Hard to believe he's
old enough to be graduating from college now." Rock
shook his head. "Makes me feel old."
Dick jumped at Rock from behind, arms wrapping
around his waist. "You're only as old as the one you feel,
and I'm still a spring chicken."
"Jason Peterman? No shit? Damn." Rig started in on
the collar. "Is he the one with the brother that died?
Some drug-related thing?"
They all had such complicated lives, kids. So much
different than when he was younger.
Oh, God. He really was old.
"Yeah. And his mother had kicked him out because
he was gay, and he wasn't allowed at the funeral. It was
pretty ugly."
"He's a good kid," Dick put in. "Thanks to you,
Rock."
Rock grunted.
His Jim was a good man. "So, what'd he get a degree
in, and who's throwing the party?"
"Business administration, and the party's at the gym.
Jane's done most of the work to set that up."
"Jane and the kid's new boyfriend." Dick kissed
Rock's cheek and then came over to give him a kiss, too.
"Oh, ho!" Rig chuckled, shook his head. "Good for
them, hmm?"
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 "Maybe." Rock took his shirt, putting it on. "The
boyfriend's a vegetarian."
Rig chuckled. "Tofu dogs for all!"
Rock shuddered. "No, I warned Jane if she wanted to
keep her job there'd be real food at this thing."
"Did I need to bring anything besides myself?" They
could stop on the way, get tortilla chips and salsa.
"Nope. That was the point of making Jane organize it.
We can show up, shake the kid's hand, and come home."
Rock fixed him with a look. "Shake other stuff."
"You sure I'm not too old for shaking?"
Rock snorted and his Pretty laughed, the kid giving
him a hug. "What's all this about being old? You two are
still the sexiest guys I know."
"That's because you aren't old yet. You're our trophy
boy."
Dick started laughing. "Trophy boy? Me?"
Rock nodded. "Yep. Straight guys have trophy wives;
we've got you."
"Exactly. Me and Rock, we knew we'd need a pretty
young stud to have around when we got old and hairy
and flabby."
Dick looked his skinny ass up and down, and then did
the same along Rock's studly body. "Old and hairy and
flabby. Right."
"Yep. Your job is to make Rock look studly. Rock's
job is to make me look macho." His job was to run
circles around his muscle-bound Marines until one of
them caught him. It was a good job.
Dick laughed and pounced him. Look at that, caught
already. Rock joined the hug and the three of them
kissed, mouths working together.
"Don't... don't wrinkle yourselves..." He licked at
Rock's lips, then Dick's.
"Maybe we are getting old," murmured Rock. "I don't
remember wrinkles ever being a reason not to keep
kissing."
"Just trying to keep you..." Rock kissed him again
and he forgot what they were talking about for a second.
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 "I hate to break this up, I really do, but if we're going
to be there in time to see Jason get his diploma, we're
going to have to go now..."
"He's so punctual."
Rig patted Dick's ass. "Nice ass, too."
Dick rubbed back against his hand and then gave a
shout as Rock's hand came down, swatting his Pretty's
ass.
"Come on, you two. Sooner we go, sooner we're back
here getting out of these fancy clothes."
"Let me get my good hat." He already had on the
ostrich boots, his nice silver buckle, and his best jeans.
"Yeah, you go ahead." Rock was already checking
out his ass.
He headed over, took out his black Stetson, and put it
on. Rock whistled. Dick grinned and groped his ass.
Rig rolled his eyes. Right. Right. Like he was...
gropeable. Still, Dick was groping away like he really
was. Then Rock's hand joined in.
"Y'all..." Turkeys. They were turkeys.
"Yep, that's us."
Dick chuckled at Rock's words and then his marines
hustled him out of the door.
***
Rock watched as one kid after another walked across
the stage to pick up their diplomas. Christ, they really
were all so fucking young.
When Jason walked across the stage, he and his men
stood up and clapped and whistled, made a real big deal
of it for the kid. Hell, it was a big deal. When they'd
caught Jason destroying their property, he'd been on his
way to juvie and likely a life of being in and out of jail.
All the kid had needed was a little push, too, someone to
tell him that wrong was fucking wrong and he was better
than that.
Kid had proved Rock right, too. He liked that.
The little wisp of a thing -- kid needed to eat more
than just fucking vegetables and put some meat on his
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bones -- who was Jason's boyfriend clapped along with
them. And then that was that.
They had to sit through the rest of the graduates and a
couple of speeches Rock did his best not to snore
through and then it was done.
Rock ambled over toward Jason, Rig next to him,
Dick and the boyfriend in the lead. They shook hands all
around -- well, the wispy vegetarian gave Jason a kiss --
and then it was Rock's turn.
He gave Jason his best macho handshake, along with
a wink. "You did good. Congratulations."
"Thanks, man. I couldn't have done it without you
guys -- you and Dick, you were always there." He could
see that -- in the way the kid was built to the way Jason
stood tall, unashamed.
"You did us proud, and I know you'll keep doing us
proud." He gave Jason's hand another squeeze. "Now it's
time to party. There's a whole set-up down at the gym.
Hopefully with burgers or meat filled subs or
something."
"Now, I heard that you loved tofu dogs..." The skinny
little boyfriend was grinning like a monkey.
Rig coughed, trying not to laugh. Rock growled,
showed his teeth.
Dick put an arm around his shoulders and backed him
up. "You've got to admit, the kid's got gumption."
"That's one name for it." He gave the little guy a
wink, though. He wasn't going to ruin Jason's big day.
Besides, it was an obvious tease.
"There's a ton of food, music, everything. It's going to
be a great celebration." Jason's man, whose name Rock
still couldn't remember, grinned. "Did you tell them
your news, Jase?"
Jason shook his head. "Not yet."
"News?" Rock turned to Jason, poked him. "What
news?"
"I got into John Hopkins' med program. We're going
to head out, find jobs and a place, but I got in."
Rig hollered for him. "Go you!"
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 Rock laughed and clapped Jason on the back. "Hell,
yes, boy. Way to go."
That earned the kid a whole new round of hugs and
handshakes.
"Now we've got twice as much reason to celebrate."
Dick hugged both Jason and his boyfriend at the same
time. "That's amazing news."
"Yeah. Yeah, it is." The kid looked at him, just a little
scared. "I've never lived anywhere not here, man."
"Hey, you survived breaking the windows of my gym
-- you can survive anything."
"You think you can find me a place to work out when
I move?"
"You know it." Rock put his arm around Jason's
shoulders and led him away from the others a step or
two. "You know the number at the beach and at the
gym, yeah? You just call collect if you need anything.
Just because you graduated from college doesn't mean
you graduated from us."
"Thanks, man. I mean it. Really. You're like... you're
like my heroes, Rock, you and Dick. I can't thank you
enough."
Rock made a noise and waved. "You have a good
life, Jason, that's all the thank you we need."
"I will. I mean, I do. I really do."
"Good." He patted Jason's back again and when the
kid threw his arms around Rock's waist and hugged
tight, Rock hugged him back. "Okay. It's time to go
celebrate, yeah?"
"Hell, yeah. I told Kendall to buy the good beer."
"Now there's a thank you already." He guided Jason
back to where Kendall -- no wonder he couldn't
remember that, it was a doll's name -- and Dick and Rig
were standing.
"Y'all ready?" Rig was beaming -- not at the kid, at
him.
"Yeah, yeah, we're good. Let's go party."
***
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 Dick sat leaned back against the wall, Coke in hand --
he was the designated driver tonight, which meant he'd
get a show as he drove home of Rock and Rig making
out in the back seat. It was a great trade-off for not
drinking.
He grinned, enjoying watching Jason accept
congratulations and hugs from all sorts of people. He
knew the kid was surprised by how many people had
shown up to this thing to say hey; Jason had a lot of
friends through the gym.
Kendall was sweet, splitting his time between staying
close to Jason and making sure the party was running
smoothly. He and Jane had put on a fantastic spread.
There was a ton of veggie stuff, but also plenty of other
food -- not even Rock could complain about a lack of
meat.
They'd even managed to hook a disco ball to the
ceiling over a make-shift dance floor.
Rock and Rig were currently polishing belt buckles,
as Rig would say, and it was turning him on. All these
years and the two of them still did it for him. Big time.
Rock's eyes were on Rig, the look still hot enough to
make his mouth dry.
Sexy motherfuckers.
His sexy motherfuckers.
Rig's eyes were closed, the lines somehow making
the man look more fascinating, more desirable. He
wondered if Jason and Kendall would still be together
when they both had lines like that, if it would make
them even more in love with each other. Of course, he
had to hope that some of the things that put those lines
on Rig's face never happened to another gay man again -
- hell, never happened to anyone, ever again. He knew,
though, if he asked Rig if it had been worth it, Rig
would laugh and say, "Shit, Pretty. I'd go through hell
and back for y'all."
Jason and Kendall started dancing and Dick looked at
his watch. He thought they'd put in enough time at this
party -- they had the excuse to leave that they were old
guys.
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 He straightened, left his Coke on a table and went
over to his lovers.
"Hey, Pretty. Is it time?" Rig always knew. Always.
"Yeah, it is." He leaned in and took a kiss from Rig,
another from Rock. "Time for three-way slow dancing."
"Mmm." Rig smiled, grey eyes twinkling. "That
sounds perfect."
"Of course it'll be perfect." Rock winked and weaved
them over to Jason. "It's time for the old folks to get
going."
"You're not old. There's going to be quarters later."
Rig groaned. "Son, I am way too old for that shit."
"Even I'm too old for that." Dick grinned and gave
Jason and Kendall a quick hug, as did Rock. Then they
were off, leaving the younger generation to keep
partying.
"I expect to see you all hitting the machines
tomorrow, bright and early," Rock called back, teasing.
There was a chorus of groans and laughter that
followed them out.
"So should Rig set the alarm for six a.m., big guy?"
Dick danced out of the way of Rock's lazy swat.
"Since when do I need an alarm?"
Dick laughed and Rock tilted his head and then
grinned. "I still don't want to be up at six a.m., Rabbit.
Make it eight and you've got a deal."
"Got a deal for what?" Rig looked confused. "I don't
wake you up that early..."
"Oh, okay. I just didn't want Dick's suggestion
putting ideas in your head."
"Hey, you told the kids they had to be here bright and
early working out. I just thought you'd want to check on
them personally." This time he didn't move quite fast
enough to escape the swat.
"You two are confusing as hell." Someone had had a
couple of beers.
"Just get in the car and let me drive you guys home.
I'm horny."
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 He'd bet Rock and Rig were plenty horny as well. If
he was really lucky, there'd be a blow-job in the back
seat for him to watch, and hear and smell.
"Yes, boss." Rig handed him that fancy, expensive
hat before climbing into the car.
Grinning, he placed the hat carefully on the passenger
seat up front with him and then watched in the rear view
mirror until Rock had settled in the back as well, and
pulled the door closed.
"Everyone ready?"
Rig was already sliding closer, pressing against
Rock's side. "Uh-huh."
Smiling, Dick pulled out onto the road. He decided
they needed to take the scenic route home along the
ocean instead of the highway -- they had the time.
"Open the windows, Pretty; let the wind... oh...
Fuck..."
He glanced back, grinning. He couldn't quite see
what Rock's hands were up to, but Rock sure looked
smug.
"He's fun when he's tipsy." It didn't take much to get
Rig tipsy.
Dick chuckled. "He's fun all the time, isn't he?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Rock gave him a smile and then
took Rig's mouth in a nice, wet sounding kiss.
Dick opened the windows, chuckling as he heard
fabric groan.
"...my good shirt..."
"Buy you a new one," growled Rock.
"Still fucking hot. Touch me." It was like the best
kind of porn.
"Go for the nipple ring."
Rock chuckled. "I won't backseat your drive if you
don't front seat my fucking."
"Blue... focus. I'm right here."
Dick and Rock laughed together and then the sounds
from the back became the familiar moans and groans,
wet kisses and soft shushing of skin on skin.
Fuck, he loved that sound.
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 He found a dark, quiet stretch and pulled over so he
could watch, maybe tease a little, talk to Rig. He undid
his seat belt and turned in the seat, groaning at the site of
Rig arched up against Rock. Rig's shirt was open, hands
braced on Rock's shoulders as Rock's mouth worked one
of Rig's nipples. He could see the bulges in their jeans,
see them rubbing together.
"The two of you make me want to climb back there
and rip all your clothes off, fuck you both."
Rig groaned, head falling back. "Anytime."
"You could suck Rock while I slid into your ass."
"Uh-huh." Rig was panting, hips rolling convulsively.
Rig did love it when he talked about what he wanted
to do. Rock's eyes flashed up toward him, those big
hands opening Rig's jeans.
He glanced out the window to make sure they were
still alone on this stretch of highway and then turned his
attention back to the action in the back seat. God, he
should have made sure they'd gotten home because he
really wanted to join in. Of course, he could watch this
and then get his later. Rig was always up for a late-night
romp. Always.
"You gonna suck Rock?" he asked. "Wrap your lips
around that beautiful cock?"
That time is was Rock who moaned, the big man
focused and wanting. No one loved Rig's mouth like
Rock.
Rig's fingers pushed into Rock's pants, tugging out
the fat prick. Dick swore he could smell Rock's want.
"Want you." Rig's voice was one lazy drawl.
"Take it, Rig. Take him in your mouth and suck
him."
Rock agreed. "Uh-huh."
Rig slid back, knees on the floor board on the
passenger side, shoulders draping over Rock's thighs.
"The two of you look amazing together." He watched
as Rig's lips slipped around Rock's cock.
"Uh-huh."
Rig's back was right there, white shirt almost shining,
hips moving lazily. Dick reached out, hand sliding to tug
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the shirt out of Rig's good jeans. One of Rock's hands
landed on Rig's head, the other wrapped around Rig's
ass.
The car filled with the sounds of sucking and
moaning, and Dick added his own groans of
appreciation to the mix.
Rock's hand slid around, loosening Rig's belt. "Let's
get him off, too, kid."
He could get behind that. He got the shirt tugged up
and out of the way and then reached around into Rig's
jeans. He couldn't get to Rig's prick from that angle, so
he changed tactics, going for the tight, fine ass instead.
He squeezed and fondled it, his fingers sliding along
Rig's hot crack.
He heard Rig's moan, then Rock bucked. "Fuck,
yeah."
Dick brought his hand to his mouth and sucked
noisily on his fingers before pushing them back into
Rig's jeans, searching for that hot little hole. Rig jerked,
body arching up toward him.
"Yeah, that's it, Dick." Rock's voice was husky in the
way that it got when Rig was sucking him, and Dick
could see Rock's hand move, working Rig's prick.
He pushed his fingers deeper into Rig's ass. Rig
moved against him, that hole squeezing tight, working
his fingers. Rock groaned, hips beginning to punch up
into Rig. He loved the way Rock's fingers curled,
holding Rig down.
He shifted a little farther over, finding Rig's gland
with his fingertips. Rig cried out, spine arching. So
fucking hot.
"Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you like it. I
wish it was my cock inside you."
Rig's ass clenched again and Rock grunted hard.
"Fuck, keep talking."
Dick grinned a little wildly. "When we get home
that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to fuck you, going
to sink into this tight ass."
He could feel what his words were doing to Rig.
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 "You're so fucking tight -- it turns me on so much,
makes me so hard. So do the noises you make when you
suck Rock."
Rock grinned at him, the look wild, fucking hungry.
He grinned back and then leaned awkwardly. Rock
leaned up, too and their mouths met in a rough kiss. So
fucking hot. Jesus, he needed them. Both.
"Come on, Rig. Work your magic so I can take you
home and we can all get it on."
He felt Rig's laughter, all around his fingers.
"Don't make me start singing Marvin Gaye now."
"Oh fuck..." Rig was really starting to laugh,
shoulders shaking. Man, Rock was going to beat him.
He couldn't stop himself, though, and he started to
warble. "I've been really trying..."
Rig sat up, lips wet and swollen, all of them cracking
up, the car rocking with laughter. Rock tried to glare at
him, but the big guy was laughing to hard to make it
work.
"Jesus, y'all crack my shit up." Rig leaned into Rock,
grinning wide.
Rock tugged Rig close. "It's the beer."
"Mmm. Take us home, Pretty. We'll finish this
together, in style."
"Sounds like a plan."
He got himself a kiss from Rig, and then one from
Rock and then he got back into his seat and started up
the engine.
The radio came on, the words "Let's get it on,"
coming from it and they all started laughing again.
Dick glanced back at his lovers in the rear view
mirror. He and Rock might have helped Jason change
his life for the better, but Dick wouldn't change a single
thing of his own.
Not one thing.
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