| Dance Hall Days |
| Rosco was just about ready to give up and leave when the Duke boys came back to his table, empty handed. // I knew they wasn't going to get more drinks � // he thought, miserable. //They're just coming back to rub it in �// "Hey, Rosco, sorry 'bout that. Luke and me had something we needed to talk about." Bo's arm slipped around Rosco's shoulders as he pulled a chair over next to the sheriff. Luke pulled another chair up on Rosco's other side, and gently placed his hand on Rosco's thigh. "We was thinkin' that maybe what you need is a little lesson on how all this works." Their combined touches had sent Rosco's nervous system into overload. He barely had enough brain left to realize what they was doin'. "Um, Bo � Luke � ?" Bo smiled at him, a smile that belonged to a Hollywood movie star. "You just relax, Rosco. Me and Luke'll do all the work. They got some rooms upstairs where folks can get private. You want to come up there with us?" Rosco swallowed, hard. "Did � did you say � us? As in both of you?" He could hardly believe this was happening. It had to be some plot of the Dukes, to get him into an embarrassing situation then abandon him. BOTH of them? Holy Jesus � Luke found himself grinning. "You know we're a matched set, Rosco. Can't have one without the other. And besides, it ain't nothin' you haven't already seen!" Now, Rosco's face turned beet red, both from the embarrassment of being reminded of his spying, and from the way Luke's hand was creeping up his leg. Bo had moved to stand behind him, both of his hands now on Rosco's shoulders, massaging gently. "Easy there, Rosco! Luke, he's about to blow a gasket. Back off a bit." Luke backed off, leaving Rosco breathing heavily. Bo could feel his body trembling beneath his hands. He backed away as well, giving Rosco some space. Coming around the chair, he held out his hand. "What do you say, Rosco? Do you want to come upstairs with us?" There was such openness, such honesty in Bo's sapphire eyes, that Rosco suddenly lost all his doubts. This was real, it was really happening to him. Close to 50 years of nothin', and now two at once. Two handsome, virile young men. Wanted him. Were offering to make love to him. Well, no. He knew enough to know that this was just sex, not love. He'd seen the way they looked at each other often enough now. What they shared was love. Even so, whatever it was they were willing to share with him, he wanted it like he'd never wanted anything in his whole life. His body felt like a plucked fiddle string, vibrating with desire. He realized Bo was still waiting for an answer, so he swallowed hard and nodded, trying to get to his feet. Bo's hands caught his and helped pull him up from his chair. He overbalanced and crashed into Bo, who caught him easily. "Whoa, easy there, Rosco. I got ya." Luke moved in on his other side, steadying him further. "Shall we?" They headed toward the stairs, where they were forced to go single file. Bo took the lead, with Luke bringing up the rear, making sure Rosco didn't disappear. A few of the rooms already had their doors closed, indicating that somebody was inside, but most were still open this early in the evening. Bo led them into one, and Luke shut it behind them. By this time, Rosco was shaking like a leaf, whether with fear or desire he wasn't sure. Bo turned around to face him, while Luke came up behind him, catching him between them like the meat in a sandwich. Bo's long fingers caressed his cheek. "Rosco, you ever been kissed?" All he could do was shake his head; no matter how he tried, he couldn't get a sound out of his throat. And then the impossible was happening. Bo's head bent down and his lips brushed gently over Rosco's. At the same time, Luke leaned forward and placed his lips against Rosco's neck. A high-pitched whimper came out of his throat, and then Bo's tongue slipped between his lips and stole all his breath away. Feelin' both of them pressed so tight up against him was makin' him crazy. He'd never felt nothing even close to this. Then Bo's hands left his face, moving down to tug at the string tie, pulling it from his neck. His collar was opened, and Luke pushed it aside to get further down on his neck, sucking and licking. Bo's hands continued unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it aside as he worked his way down to Rosco's belt. He didn't go any farther yet, though, just pulling the shirt out from Rosco's pants and running his hands over the exposed chest. Luke was more than a little surprised by how much this was turning him on. It wasn't anything like making love to Bo, but it was quite exciting in its own way. He eagerly took over pulling the shirt and vest off once Bo had it out of the pants, then wrapped his arms around Rosco from behind, pushing close, letting him feel Luke's hardness. As Bo's mouth latched onto one tight brown nipple, Luke felt Rosco slump, like he was getting all weak-kneed, which he probably was. If Luke hadn't been holding him up, he most likely would have fallen. "Hey, Bo, his knees are givin' out. Let's get him into bed, ok?" Bo grinned. "Good idea, cousin." Luke already had a good hold on Rosco's chest, so Bo just picked up his feet and together they carried Rosco to the bed. The boys paused to shuck off their shirts as well before laying down beside him. And Luke just couldn't resist pulling Bo in for a quick kiss. Rosco watched them undressing, and then kissing, with eyes as wide as they could get. This just couldn't be really happening. And then they broke apart, and came to lie on either side of him. Without saying a word, they began touching him, mirroring each other. A soft caress starting at the shoulders and moving slowly down each arm. Then back up his chest, stopping at his tight nipples. Rosco gasped as they played with those sensitive nubs; he'd never felt anything like that before! Down below, he felt himself aching with need, so hard it almost hurt. And then Bo bent down and started using his mouth instead of his fingers, and Luke did the same, and Rosco thought he was going to die of pleasure. Slowly, Bo's hand slid down his belly, over his belt, and touched him where he most wanted to be touched. A soft cry that almost sounded anguished came from Rosco's throat as Bo first touched him. Luke glanced down and realized what Bo was doing, so he slid his hand down too. Together they managed to unbuckle Rosco's belt and tug down the zipper. Luke knew that poor Rosco was strung so tight he'd never last long. Bo knew it too, and together they quickly pulled those jeans off, taking Rosco's shorts along with them. This left them standing at the foot of the bed. Wanting to give Rosco some 'cool down' time, Bo turned to Luke and kissed him while feeling him up. He was happy to find his cousin hard; he'd been a little afraid Luke wouldn't get into this crazy threesome with Rosco. He didn't even know where the idea had come from himself; it had just seemed the right thing to do. Rosco just lay there, naked, watching Bo and Luke kissing and touching each other. His heart was pounding and he couldn't catch his breath. It was all so much better than he'd ever imagined it. And then Bo's hand tugged at Luke's belt, and the dark-haired Duke was revealed. Bo knelt before him, pulling his jeans down and sucking on him, just as Rosco had seen before. It was the most beautiful thing Rosco had ever seen. But even better this time, he could hear them. Luke moaned as Bo sucked him, running his hands through that thick blond hair. Soon he was thrusting hard into Bo's mouth, eagerly seeking his release. When it came, his whole body shook. Bo stood up, pulling Luke into his arms and kissing him tenderly. Then he let go and slipped out of his jeans, coming over to sit beside Rosco. His hand reached out and gently stroked Rosco's erection, his fingertips spreading around the liquid oozing out of the tip. "You havin' a good time, Rosco?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Uh huh �" was about all Rosco could manage. Then he felt another set of fingers on him, while Bo leaned forward and kissed him again. Bo's fingers slipped away, leaving room for Luke's fist to wrap around him. When he thought it just couldn't get any better, it did, as Luke bent down and touched him with his lips and the tip of his tongue. Rosco whimpered into Bo's throat as Bo deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around the sheriff's trembling body. Somehow Rosco managed to bring his own arms up around Bo, loving the feel of the warm skin next to his own. Below, Luke was licking him like a lollipop, spreading his legs apart and gently playing with his nuts. Bo let go and shifted so that he was straddling Rosco's chest. Leaning on the headboard put his dick right in front of Rosco's mouth. Rosco stared at it, watching the pre-cum oozing out of the slit, afraid to touch it. "Go ahead, Rosco. You can do it." Bo's voice gently encouraged him. Rosco swallowed once, nervously, then reached out to touch Bo's dick. The skin was so soft, so warm. He wrapped his fingers around it and pulled gently. Bo sighed. "That's good, Rosco. Real good. Keep goin'." Luke paused, not wanting to overwhelm poor Rosco. His hands just floated gently over Rosco's legs and stomach, letting him focus on Bo. Rosco pulled Bo down toward his mouth, reaching out his tongue to taste it. Bo leaned toward him just a little, pressing gently into Rosco's open mouth. Having no other option, Rosco began sucking gently. His heart raced as he realized what he was doing. As Bo continued to thrust gently into Rosco's mouth, he glanced back at Luke and nodded. Luke grinned and returned his attention to Rosco's dick, touching and licking softly. Rosco felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. He didn't think he could stand much more, when Luke's mouth wrapped around him, enveloping him in warm wetness. His whole body shuddered from the intensity of it. Bo slipped away from him, not wanting Rosco to forget what he was doing and bite down when he came. He laid down beside Rosco, holding him close as Luke stopped and looked up. "Easy, Rosco. It's ok," Bo whispered in Rosco's ear. "You all right?" Whimpering, the sheriff nodded. Luke returned to his task, but it didn't take long before Rosco exploded with a force that surprised them both. Bo held him tight as the power of it shook his body, while Luke milked him for every last drop. Rosco wasn't sure he hadn't lost consciousness in there somewhere. One moment he was feeling the most intense pleasure he'd ever imagined, and the next he was slumped, boneless, against Bo's broad chest as Luke finished his cousin off. Bo and Rosco laid there, catching their breath, Bo's hands rubbing soothingly over Rosco's upper body. Luke sat up, grinning, wiping the last of Bo's cum off of his face. "Looks like you had yourself a good time there, Rosco!" The only answer he got was Rosco's trademark high pitched giggle. Bo chuckled and hugged him. "I'd say that's a yes, Luke!" Luke came around and scrambled up onto the bed beside Bo, wrapping himself around the both of them. They just relaxed like that until Rosco finally recovered the power of speech. "What � what just happened here?" Rosco seemed a bit dazed. Bo laughed. "We just done plucked your cherry, Rosco!" The sheriff just shook his head. "No, can't be. I just imagined it, that's all." Luke smiled warmly at him. "Rosco, you ain't got that much imagination." As the events of the past hour or so came back to him, Rosco had to agree with Luke's assessment. "You got a point there, Luke �" Rosco just couldn't understand this. "But � why? Why'd you do this? I thought we was enemies?" Rosco could feel Bo's chest behind him heave as he sighed. "Rosco, we ain't your enemies. OK, we ain't exactly best friends, but �" Luke nodded. "Besides, Rosco, this place is kind of special. What happens here, stays here, you know? We all have to protect each other. You understand?" Rosco looked at Luke, saw the concern in his pale blue eyes. Bo was right; Luke was the protector of the Dukes. Rosco kind of wished he had somebody who cared that much about him. He realized that in a way he did, at least for today. Luke would protect him, keep his secret, as long as he kept up his end of the deal. "I understand, Luke. I won't say nothin'. Least of all to Boss." Luke nodded, satisfied that Rosco meant it. Rosco was kind of surprised to feel Bo's arms tighten around him in a hug. "One more thing, Rosco. You can't go gettin' all soft on us now because of this. Boss'll figure out in a heartbeat that somethin's goin' on." "Yer right about that, Bo. So it's business as usual next time you boys go speedin' through town �" Bo laughed. "Yes, sir, that it is." "Because I'm the Sheriff, and I got to chase them no-good lawbreakers, the Dukes!" Rosco's usual feistiness was reasserting itself, but there was a definite twinkle in his eye. Luke grinned and gave them both one last hug. "OK, Rosco, whatever you say! Now I think it's about time we got back downstairs and see if Uncle Jesse's left any dancin' for anybody else!" They disentangled themselves and quickly got dressed. As they headed down the stairs, Luke's words finally hit Rosco. "Wait a minute. Jesse's here? You mean he's �" Bo's hands fell on his shoulders. "Yup. But you don't know that, now, do ya, Rosco? Just like you don't know about Cooter �" "Oh, right! You're right, Bo. I don't know nothin. Nope, nothin'." Something didn't seem right. "Bo, does that mean Boss's story is true? I really couldn't believe Jesse would do such a thing �" Luke turned around. "Rosco, I don't know what Boss told you. They do have history, but I'd be willing to bet that Boss's version ain't the truth." Rosco didn't say anything, but he had a feeling Luke was right. If Boss wasn't his oldest, closest friend, he might be reconsidering his loyalties. But Boss was Lulu's husband, and his little fat buddy, and that was that. Luke wasn't the only one who could defend his family. But just maybe he was starting to see that there were always two sides to every story. As they got back down to the dance floor, Bo caught his arm. "Listen, Rosco. Just promise me one thing. Don't go back to hiding in the corner, ok? You came here tonight to try something new. We got you started; don't let that go to waste, ok?" Rosco was touched by the genuine concern he saw in Bo's deep blue eyes. He found he actually had to look away as something irritated his eyes. But finally he looked back at Bo and nodded. "I hear you, Bo. I � I'll try." "That's the sprirt, Rosco!" Bo pulled him into a quick hug, then turned to follow Luke back onto the dance floor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They caught up with Jesse and Cooter a little while later, and the four of them pulled up a table. Cooter had of course told Jesse what was going on, which had surprised the old man to no end. As they sipped their drinks, he had to ask. "So did ya really? With Rosco?" Bo had to laugh at the look on Uncle Jesse's face. "That we did, Uncle Jesse. Showed him a real good time." Luke just shook his head. "You think it did any good, Bo?" Bo shrugged, his eyes scanning the dance floor. Suddenly, a grin lit up his face. "I'd say so, Luke! Look!" Luke looked where Bo was pointing. Rosco was out on the dance floor with one of the 'Dance Hall Girls.' "You think he knows �?" Bo had a look on his face that was part laugh, part worry. "I don't know, Luke. Rosco ain't always the brightest bulb �" Cooter grinned. "Might be brighter than you think, Bo. A man in his position can't be seen goin' out with another man. But one of them, he could date between times, too! Nobody'd know it wasn't a real woman." Bo and Luke looked at each other. Could Rosco be that smart? Or just that lucky? Either way, they stopped worrying about him and got back to enjoying their evening out dancing. Continue on to Return of the City Slicker Send me some feedback Back to the dukeshome Back to Jade Palace Home Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them for fun, not profit. |
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