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About Dog Tags and Cowboy Boots, Collected Jarheads Shorts

by Sean Michael
250 pages / 90500 words
Available file types - paperback

From back when they were just Rock and Rig to retirement in California, this collection of Jarhead short stories follows Sean Michael's favorite marines and their very own cowboy through thick and thin. In Blue, back when their relationship is still new and a little unstable, Rock and Rig know how to tie it up and fight hard. When an out of control argument leaves Rock living on base for a while, it takes some well-meaning friends to get the two of them back together.

What sorts of things do two Marines and their very own redneck get up to on their off hours? Find out in Dog Tags and Cowboy Boots, a series of missing moments from the Jarheads novels. Rock, Dick, and Rigger give an intimate look at the games they play and the trouble they get into, from the small details of everyday life to their scorching hot sexual antics.

In All Roads Lead Home, Rock and Dick think something horrible has happened to their favorite redneck, they mount up and show how good Marines are in emergency situations. Rig might be less than impressed, but he's happier with what his Marines come up with next. No matter what they get up to, though, all three of them agree that the best part of any journey is coming home. Together.

Don't miss out on these stories and more in this Jarheads story collection.

Stories included are:
Blue
Dog Tags and Cowboy Boots
All Roads Lead Home
Football and the Beach
Worn With Pride
Re-sounding Love
One Lucky Fucking Redneck
Hot and Pink
Ding Dong Bell

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Sample

Dog Tags and Cowboy Boots

Story One

The music was rocking, the smell of beer and popcorn good. Hell, if he could smoke, he'd be at a bar. 'Course then he couldn't get fucked over the table and where the fuck was the fun in that? Rig racked the balls up on the pool table, looked back at Dick. "You have to do two shots as a handicap before we start."

"Shots of what? And two? I'm not that good."

Rock snorted and set up two shot glasses on the little bar, filling them with tequila. "One after the other. Bam bam."

Rig nodded, grinned. "You're a ringer, kid. It's only fair."

Dick gave him a suspicious look. "We're not suddenly playing for money, are we?"

"Shit, no. Sex." He toed off his boots, no reason to keep them on.

"Oh, that's okay then. 'Cause I still win, even if I lose. Even if I only get to watch."

Rock chuckled as Dick tossed back the tequila. "Kid's working on taking away your King of the Sluts title, Rig."

His answer was interrupted by Dick's coughs, the kid's eyes watering.

"But he's fucking cute, Rocketman. Just adorable." He chuckled, shook his head.

"Damn, that burns."

Rock handed Dick over a beer to chase the tequila down with and Dick took nearly two thirds of it in two long gulps.

"It'll turn warm, kid." He grinned, winked, poured himself one.

"I don't have to stay two ahead of you, do I?" Dick asked, blinking. "And I want to break before I start seeing double."

"Hell, no. I just want one." He grinned, winked and poured the salt on his hand to take his shot.

Rock chuckled. "Go on, kid, make the break."

Dick watched him lick the salt, eyes on his tongue, smiled, and then turned to make his break, bending over the pool table, working the cue.

"Mmm..." He wandered over to squeeze that pretty ass.

Dick squeaked, scratching the table.

Rock chuckled. "I'm up."

Rig grinned, pinched again.

Dick squeaked again, turning to give him a quick kiss. "That's cheating."

"Touching is cheating? No..."

"It is while I'm trying to shoot! I'm not drunk yet."

Rock chuckled and came to loop an arm around the kid's shoulders. "You need another shot of tequila, kid? Go ahead and take your shots first. I'm solids. Sank four."

"Four? Shit, the old man's on a roll." Rig poured himself another. He was way out of his league when it came to pool.

Dick nodded and grinned and proceeded to sink every last stripe.

Rock shook his head. "Suck his brains out of his cock, Rig, and I'll pour him another shot."

"Oooh. Yes, sir." Rig grinned over, dropping to his knees.

"Oh. Is this my prize?" Dick asked, smile just starting to get a little wonky at the edges.

"You know it." He chuckled, worked the kid's jeans open.


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