Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2016 09:48:58 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Buck, Part 11 (gay: incest)

Where we left them:

Finally, as the pissing came to an end, they all ended up in a pile on
top of Buck. Buck had his face in Roy's crotch still and Benji was up
against Buck's ass. Oscar had some how gotten on top of them all.

They all were hugging and kissing. Sloppy, smelly and sweaty. They all
loved it. Finally Buck said, "Best birthday ever!" And they all
laughed.

Then Roy said, "Time to turn the water on" and he dramatically sniffed
the air. Which not only brought a second round of laughs but a
majority agreement.

Part 11:

After the men were all cleaned up again they left the master bathroom
laughing and hugging. Benji was still a little spooked but seemed to
be ok. But Roy was still concerned about bringing the youngest of his
sons into their new found lifestyle. It was bad enough that he
included Buck. Well, to be honest, there was no stopping Buck. Buck
included himself and now that he was finally eighteen there was no
hope of stopping him. But now Benji was in the mix. He would still
have to be careful and watch how the boy gets on.

As they left the master bathroom Roy said, "Everyone get some shorts
on so we can go outside for a few minutes. And the cement is hotter
than hell so get some flips too."

Benji got a smirk on his face and Buck noticed it, "What's going on
little brother? You know something?"

"I know nothing, I know nothing" imitating Sgt. Schultz from Hogan's
Heros. And then giggled running to his room to get some shorts. Buck
just shook his head and went to retrieve his own shorts.

Once everyone had something on they met in the living room. Everyone
followed Roy outside and they all stood in front of the two car
garage. That is when Buck noticed that both Roy's truck and Oscar's
car were parked on the street.

Roy made a dramatic wave of his hand that had the garage door opener
in it. When the garage door opened Buck's eyes opened so wide that
Benji thought his eye balls would fall out.

Inside the garage was a brand new 1978 Black Chevy Cheyenne regular
cab fleet-side pickup with Rally wheels. It was shinning under the
lights of the garage. Roy and Oscar were able to park it sort of
sideways in the two car garage to show it off better.

Buck just stood there. Shocked. Didn't know what to make of the whole
thing. He was finally brought back to reality when Roy said, "Don't
you like it son?".

Buck slowly turned his head towards Roy. His mouth was dry. The
normally cocky self assured teenager was very clumsy not knowing what
to do. "Whaaat, who's? Are, is, I mean...." He stumbled.

"Happy Birthday son" Roy said. Seeing the effect this was having on
his son was bringing a tear to his eye. His boys were far from
spoiled. And Buck, as cocky and self assured as he was, was actually a
pretty humble guy. And a hard worker. Always chipped in. There was no
question in Roy's mind that he deserved this for his 18th birthday.

Then Buck heard a repeat of Happy Birthdays from the rest of his
family. Oscar and Benji coming up and hugging him. But Buck was still
to paralyzed to return the affection. Finally he looked up to his Dad
with tears in his eyes and said, "Really?". And Roy just simply shook
his head yes.

Buck went over to his Dad and gave him the biggest hug he had ever
given him. He didn't break the embrace until his Dad spoke again. "You
have to promise me that you will always be careful in it son. If this
gift I gave you resulted in you or Benji getting hurt it would kill
me. If you go anywhere and drink you call me or Oscar and we will pick
you up no questions asked. But that is the only condition. You're a
good man and you deserve this."

Finally Buck just broke down. His father always gave gifts for
birthdays and Christmas but they were never elaborate and the boys
never expected elaborate.  This was out of this world.

Once the tears were over, while wiping his eyes, Buck got the biggest
grin when his Dad gave him the keys. Buck then grabbed Benji's arm and
dragged him to the truck. "Get in the passenger side bro, lets check
it out together, when you get your license you can drive it too. Maybe
even learn in it if it's ok with Dad!" Buck looked over at Roy.

Roy's heart got larger just then. This is why he felt so good about
giving the truck to his eldest. Nothing was just Buck's. He shared it
all with his family. "Sounds like a plan to me boys." Roy said with
pride.

Buck started up the truck and slowly rolled it out to the driveway and
then parked it so that he could check the whole thing out. From top to
bottom. Oscar and Roy left the boys and went back into the house
knowing that once Buck pulled out the owner's manual they would be out
there for hours before Buck even drove it. Just the kind of kid Buck
was.

When they got inside Oscar pulled Roy to the master bedroom and closed
the door. "What's this?" Roy asked.

"That whole scene outside got me hot for you. You're kind, generous
and so fucking sexy. You need to fuck me now."
 Oscar said.

"Well if you insist..." he grabbed Oscar by the back of the head and
brought him in for a sloppy kiss. Almost diving into his mouth. Oscar
whimpered as he removed Roy's shorts. Roy had his hand down the back
of Oscar's shorts looking for his hole. Oscar pushed back on Roy's
hand.

Soon they were both naked. The room became stifling hot. Both were
sweating. Man stink filled the room. Finally Oscar couldn't take it
anymore. He crawled up on the bed and got on all fours. "Fuck me Roy.
Fuck me now." as he presented his ass to his lover.

Before Roy complied he bent down to taste Oscars ass. Oscar may be a
power bottom but everything about him was masculine. And tasted
masculine too. Roy could spend hours just gnawing at the man's ass.
But he knew the way Oscar was pushing back into his face that this was
an urgent fuck. Oscar needed it now and Roy was happy to oblige.

Finally Roy stood up and stood behind Oscar. "You ready baby?".

"Fucking stop teasing me man. You know I'm ready. Just fuck me man."
Oscar pleaded.

Roy spit down on his cock. He knew he didn't need much lube the way
Oscar was all horned up. And he was right. He slid in pretty easily.
When he felt his pubes at the cleft of Oscars ass he held for just a
moment until he heard Oscar give his now famous whimper. Then he back
out and went back in fast. Slowly pulled out again and then back in
fast. Picking up the momentum. Oscar whimpering and calling him every
name in the book.

Neither one of them lasted long. They never do on these urgent fucks.
But they are always hot and satisfying. Once they were done they fell
on the bed together, Roy's cock still embedded in Oscar, and Oscar
holding him inside. Not wanting to let him go.

"Damn, I love you so much, you fucker." Oscar said breathing heavy.

Roy laughed and said, "Back at you" and they kissed as Roy fell out of
his lover's hole.

"I'm keeping this load in me for as long as possible" Oscar said as they got up.

Roy laughed again and said, "Good luck. It was a big one. Now lets go
see if the boys started that truck up yet." They both got their shorts
and put them on before heading outdoors.

As October wound down, on the last Saturday of the month, Buck was
leaving his last football practice of the year. It was a special
practice as they had just won their last game last night. That did not
help them get into the play offs though. So today's practice was more
of a bitter sweet goodbye to his High School football career.

As he left the field he decided to forgo a shower and just gather his
personal items and head for home. Just before he got to the locker
room he heard, "Hey Buck, wait up man".

He turned and saw it was Neal Brodie. Neal was the quarterback. They
were sort of friends, definitely good team mates, but Buck didn't
travel in Neal's circle of friends. Buck didn't travel in any circle
really. Buck was thought of around school as the hunky football
player, wide receiver, that was mysteriously hot.

"What's up Brodie?"most of the players answered to their last name.
Most except Buck. Buck was just known as Buck.

"Can I get a ride from you man? My stang took a crap last night after
the game. It's sitting at a friends house. And my parents are out of
town with my little sister." Brodie had a hint of pleading in his
voice that Buck liked.

Brodie was known as quite the hound dog around school. Always dating
someone new. He had gone through all the cheerleaders at least once.
Some of them got a second shot. He also had a whole flock of fans,
mostly female, that would do anything for a date with the handsome
quarterback.

But the word around was also that Brodie didn't kiss and tell. So no
one knew what really went on on those "dates" except Brodie and the
girls. And the girls weren't talking. All they would do is giggle and
act stupid when Brodie was around.

"Sure man. Follow me bro. I'm about to head out after I get my gear." Buck said.

"You're not going to hit the showers first?" Brodie said in surprise.

"What the fuck for, I'm just going home, probably just jump in the
pool or something." Buck stated.

"Yeah, guess you're right. I'm just going home to an empty house. I
could shower there or take a swim myself. I'll meet you in the parking
lot alright?"

"Sounds good man." Buck was smirking to himself. He'd like nothing
more than to make the quarterback his bitch. No one at school had a
clue about Buck's activities at home and he liked it that way. Gave
him opportunity to befriend the hottest guys in school. Although he
had only scored with two guys from school, one wrestler and one
gymnast, he was always on the hunt for more. But with Brodie's
reputation he wasn't sure the little stud muffin would be into his man
games.

Right outside the locker room was the entrance to the student parking
lot. Brodie beat Buck out there. When Buck came up beside him he led
him to his truck.

"Damn, is this new?" Brodie said.

"Yep, old man gave it to me for my birthday, isn't she sweet?" Buck
said with obvious pride in his voice.

"Your Dad gave you a brand new truck? Ain't you the lucky bastard man.
My old stange looks like poverty next to this bro." Brodie said as he
walked around the shining black truck.

"My Dad doesn't give elaborate presents easily. It was a shock to me.
But I help him at his garage a lot and around the house. I would never
let my Dad down for anything." Buck stated.

"Sounds like your Dad is awesome man." Brodie said with envy in his
voice as they climbed in the truck.

"So where are we going. I just realized I've never known where you
live man" Buck said.

"Well, not many people have been to my house bro. It's kind of
embarrassing man. I get to go to this school because we use my aunt's
address. But you seem like a good guy and the school year is half over
so I figured I could take a chance that you would keep it to
yourself." Brodie said with apprehension.

So there it is, the great quarterback has a secret, just like Buck.
Buck sized him up for a second and saw fear in his normally self
assured team mate. Before Buck started the truck he just stared at
Brodie for a bit. Taking him all in. The dude was hot. Dripping hot.
They were both sitting there in their practice uniforms. Dirty and
sweaty, mostly because of the heat, not because of a hard practice.

Buck then took off his shoes and socks before getting going. "It's hot
bro, going to get comfortable." then he took off his jersey. Buck
realized his scent was going to fill the cab now. He loved his scent
and hoped that Brodie would enjoy it too. Although he had his doubts.

"That's cool man." Brodie said with a hint of nervousness to his
voice. Like he didn't know what he should do. But the dude looked like
he could be more comfortable if he lost the shirt in this heat.

"Feel free to get comfortable if you want man. Now where are we
going?" Buck asked with an eye brow raised looking right at Brodie.

"Oasis Mobile home park" Brodie said painfully.

Buck's only reply was, "Cool" and he started off to the north side of
Interstate 10.  He knew where Oasis was because he actually had to
bring a car there from his dad's garage. The park had been around for
over twenty years and some parts of it were really nice and then there
was a run down part in the back. The part where the roads weren't
paved yet and there was about half a dozen trailers back there.

When they got to the park Brodie gave the directions to his home. It
was in the back part at the end of the dirt road. The trailer was a
double wide at least and looked in decent shape. It was set off a bit
from the other trailers and the porch side actually looked off into
the valley. Pretty private.

"So, um, you wanna come in or you got someplace to be?" Brodie asked.
"I'll crank up the air. We keep it on 85 when we're not home."

"Yeah, I'll come in. Have to call the garage so my Dad knows where I'm
at if that's ok. And 85 doesn't bother me. I'm outside most of the
time anyway." Buck said.

Brodie was thinking...yeah, wonder how he gets that all over tan he
has. Everyone in the locker room is pale white where they have shorts
on by the pool, everyone except Buck, he is as tan there as everywhere
else. "Yeah man. Feel free to use the phone.

As they got out of the truck Brodie lost his jersey too. He was
secretly glad he didn't have to lower the air for Buck. His dad would
have been pissed.

He looked back and saw Buck jump out of his truck with just his
football tights. The string in front unlaced. Brodie was confident but
he knew his confidence didn't come close to Buck's. The dude seemed
like he never let anything bother him. Even his bare feet on the hot
ground. He just seemed as comfortable as ever. With that "Buck grin"
on his face.

When they got in the trailer still seemed a lot cooler than the
outside. Even set at 85 degrees. Brodie pointed out the phone to Buck
and Buck dialed the garage.

"He Oscar, is Dad in? Oh he is? Ok. Could you tell him I'm at a
friends house, Brodie's? Yeah, the quarter back." Buck chuckled into
the phone, "Yeah, ok. No I don't know when. I'll call back before you
guys close up. OK? Yep, bye."

Buck took in the trailer for the first time. Typical cheap 1070's
spanish style decor with avocado carpeting. The kitchen had an orange
counter top and dark cabinets. But it was clean and well kept. Had
that woman's touch that his own house pretty much lacked.

"Soda, water, beer?" Brodie asked.

"Well if I have a beer I won't be able to leave. Dad's orders. New
truck and all. But I'll have some water for now. Thanks." Buck
answered.

"Sit down man. I'll get it." Brodie turned into the kitchen and Buck
went in the living room and sat down on the gold crushed velvet couch
with the big dark wood. Brodie came back with two glasses of water and
took in the sight of the hunk on his couch wearing nothing but his
football tights.

Yeah, Brodie was the high school catch, but he held another secret,
not just the one about living in a trailer. Brodie only fucked about
two of the girls he went out with. Just to keep the reputation alive.
And he fucked them good. Something they would never forget and that
they would be sure to spread around.

But what Brodie really wanted was sitting on his couch. What he really
wanted to smell was Buck's smell. What he really wanted to taste was
Buck's sweat. What he really wanted was Buck to fuck him. But he
really didn't want Buck to beat the shit out of him so he's just have
to use this as tonight's jack off fantasy. He'll have to check to see
if there is a new cucumber in the refrigerator. Nothing he likes
better than to jack off with something up his ass.

While Brodie was walking back into the living room Buck was taking in
the quarterback's tight body. He wasn't quite as tall as Buck but was
a bit leaner. Still a powerhouse though. And the way his ass filled
out his football tights make Buck's temperature rise. The dude had a
bubble butt for days.

"Thanks for not minding the heat. My Dad has us on a pretty strict air
conditioning budget. When I get hot I just go outside for a little
while and then the inside seems so much cooler." Brodie was
embarrassed but felt ok telling this stuff to Buck.

"No biggie to me man. Like I said I spend a lot of time outside. We
don't lower the air much more ourselves. Well except at night." Buck
said with a grin.

"Cool thanks. I guess I should get off these cleats too. Mom would
kill me if she saw me walking around in them." Brodie proceeded to
take off his shoes and socks. Now he and Buck were equally dressed.
Although Buck seemed to sweat more.

"We don't wear much around our house anyway. All guys you know. So we
save on air conditioning that way." Buck chuckled. He was testing the
waters. Seeing what Brodie would ask.

"Oh yeah? Cool. With a Mom and little sister around I'm lucky I can
hang out in my underwear in my room." Brodie felt the tension
increasing. But he just figured it was his own tension. He never
thought in a million years that Buck was 'that way'.

"Underwear?" Buck chuckled again.

"Yeah, like you don't wear it?" Brodie laughed nervously.

"Hell, I don't think I even own any anymore, I have jocks for ball,
but no underwear. Too fucking hot man. My boys need to breath." Buck
said seriously.

Brodie was really feeling the tension now. And he was feeling his cock
rise. Thankfully he still had on his jock. Otherwise he would be
making a fool out of himself. "Wow. Ok. I think my Mom would throw a
fit if she didn't find dirty underwear in my laundry."

"Aren't you 18 yet? Pretty much an adult." Buck said matter of factly.

"Yeah, I turned 18 last month also. But it's not the same here. With
two females in the house you can't be as free. My old man hates not
being able to hang out in his underwear. But he doesn't make waves."
Brodie stated.

Buck decided to up the stakes a little bit. "Thank goodness I don't
have that problem. Otherwise I'd have to be buying bathing suits too."
Buck laughed.

Oh fuck, Brodie thought, he skinny dips at home? In front of his dad?
"Yeah, like I said, couldn't happen here."

"Well it could this weekend right?" Buck said.

"What do you mean?" Brodie looked at Buck like he just said something crazy.

"I mean, you're alone all weekend, take advantage of it." Buck said.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't take advantage of being alone yet. Not used to it.
But they are gone till Wednesday. I'm sure I'll try it out." Brodie
got nervous again.

"Hell man. After a Saturday practice I hang out naked at the pool all
day. Nothing like it bro. My Dad and his partner are at the garage all
day and its just me and my little brother. And he doesn't care." Buck
was liking Brodie getting nervous like this. It was pretty telling.
The dude was almost squirming. Maybe there was a change to get into
that hot little bubble butt after all.

Brodie thought about what Buck said for a few minutes. Something about
the way he said his Dad's partner bothered him but he didn't know why.
Otherwise all he could do was imagine Buck naked by the pool. "Well I
guess I'm cramping your Saturday routine man. No pool to be naked by
here." Brodie answered with a nervous laugh.

"Don't always need a pool man" Buck said matter of factly.

Brodie didn't know how to answer that one. One thing he did know
however. He was hard as a rock. And Buck seemed to know that Brodie
was uncomfortable.

Just then Buck took a drink of his water and then sat leaning back on
the couch spreading his legs fully. He just stared at Brodie for a
while taking him in. Brodie looked right back at the guy. Buck was
masculine as hell. Five o'clock shadow first thing in the morning. Big
lips. Sweaty brow. Always looking like he just worked out. Always
smelling like a man.

Buck's hands went up and down his own thighs. Sheen of sweat on his
chest. "What are you thinking man?" Buck's voice was low and sexy. It
took a minute for Brodie to snap out of his trance.

"Just that I guess I would like your freedom." he answered.

"Let's do it man" Buck said.

"Let's do what? What do you mean?" Brodie didn't know what was happening.

"Let's let it all hang out man. I hate cloths. Let's see what it's
like to be in your house free." Buck said as he stood up. He put his
hands to the waste of his pants and looked at Brodie questioningly.

"Are you serious man?" Brodie was really sweating now.

"Yeah man, come on, we'll do it together. Ready?" Buck said.

Brodie stood up shaking. Could Buck be serious. Is this a trap? "You
can't be serious man? I mean, hang out naked, together. Just us?
Seems, like...I don't know man" Brodie was struggling. Buck like it.
Because he could tell that there really wasn't that much objecting.
More like just getting over a hump. A hump of who Brodie really was.
And he could tell that Brodie was a lot like him.

"Come on man. Just you and me here. Our secret. What do you say?" Buck asked.

"Our secret?" Brodie still unsure.

"Our secret bro" Buck moved closer to where Brodie was standing.
Brodie could feel the heat coming off of Buck's body. He was so close.

"Come on man. Our secret." Buck got closer. Whispered into Brodie's
ear. He had him now. He could feel it. "Won't tell a soul. You want
to. You want us to hang together man. I can feel it. It's ok. Just you
and I. No one needs to know. We'll hang together man. Just you and I.
What do you say?"

Brodie turned to Buck. Their faces were so close that Brodie felt
Buck's hot breath on his face. Their noses almost touching. Brodie let
out a whimper and Buck smiled. 'Gotcha' he thought. Reminded him of
how Oscar whimpers just before he fucks him. Now Buck was getting
hard.

"We'll take them down together. On the count of three. And Brodie..."

"Yeah...?" Brodie said barely breathing.

"Don't worry. I'm hard too. Hard as a rock man" Buck said.

"Oh fuck...." Brodie replied.

"One, two.....three...." Buck peeled off both his pants and his jock
in one motion. Stepped out of them and threw them down on the carpet.

Meanwhile Brodie slowly peeled his pants down leaving his jock. He
stepped out of his pants and awkwardly stood there. "Those too" Buck
said pointing at Brodie's jock.

Brodie considered Buck for a moment and then sighed and pushed down
his jock too.

"Good. Now let's sit on the couch and talk. Get you comfortable with
the idea. And don't worry about our hard ons. It's natural man. I'm
hard 75% of the day." Buck was so matter of fact and at ease that
Brodie just sat down right next to him on the couch. Didn't even think
about it.

As they talked, awkwardly at first, Buck put his arm on the back of
the couch behind Brodie. Then when it was his turn to talk he would
lean into Brodie like they were sharing a secret. One time putting his
other hand on Brodie's thigh. This was doing nothing for Brodie's hard
on. It just got harder. But he was under Buck's spell and couldn't
find a way out of it.

When Buck raised the arm that was on the back of the couch to scratch
the back of his head, his strong man scent filled the space between
them, Brodie thought he would lose it. His cock was throbbing and he
was sweating more than ever. His own scent mixing with Buck's was
distracting.

Then Buck put his arm back behind Brodie, but this time closer to
Brodie's shoulders, lightly touching him. Buck's fingers actually
grazed his shoulders a few times. This sent shivers down Brodie's
back.

"So what do you think?" Buck said snapping Brodie out of another trance.

"So..what? What do I think? About what?" Brodie whispered. Not
completely out of the trance as he thought. Looking up at Buck
completely weak under his gaze.

"Nothing bro" low and sexy again. Grabbing Brodie's shoulder. Pulling
him closer to him. His other hand on his thigh again. Their faces so
close, too close, Brodie couldn't pull away. Their lips touching, he
didn't know what was happening. He should stop this. Their lips
kissing. Tongues dancing. Buck's fingers between Brodies legs. Under
his balls. Brodie's hand behind Buck's neck. He lost control. He is
surrendering.

Still kissing Buck Brodie climbs over him on the couch. Puts a leg on
each side of Buck. This is what he wanted after all. Just didn't want
to actually do it. But here he was. Already discovered. He might as
well enjoy it.

He felt Buck's hands travel up and down his back. Sometimes grasping
at his ass. One or two fingers playing with his hole. He moaned and
whimpered. Damn this is just what he wanted. He was getting over his
apprehensions quickly. His confidence coming back. But in a way he
never imagined.

He sat back on Buck's thighs. His 185 pounds sitting on those thick
thighs. No where close to Buck's 205 weight. His hands on Buck's
shoulders as he looked at him.

"You ok?" Buck asked.

"Fuck yeah. I'm ok. I'm better."

"Better than what?"

"Better than not doing this." Brodie answered as he went back in for
another sloppy kiss. He loved kissing Buck. It was so primal and hot.
Nothing like kissing those girls he dated. He never enjoyed that as
much as this.

They took another break. Buck studied Brodie for a moment and then
said, "How far you want to take this?"

"As far as you want" Brodie said.

"I want it all man. I've been wanting this ass. Can you take me? Do
you want it man?" Buck said as he caressed Brodie's ass. Played with
his hole. Licked his chest.

"I've been practicing man." Buck looked at him surprised. When Brodie
saw the look he then said, "Not with anyone else. With toys and stuff"

Buck laughed. Kissed Brodie again. "I'm going to own that ass man. You
can do anything you want with your cock but that ass will be my
property. No one goes in it without my permission. Got it?"

"I got it. Anything you want man." They kissed again. Then Brodie
climbed down off the couch and got on his knees in front of his new
best friend. He took Buck's cock into his mouth. His lack of
experience showed but he was a fast learner. He would do his best to
conquer it, swallow his cock, bath it in spit.

Buck rubbed his head. Encouraging him to continue. When Brodie looked
up at him with his mouth full of cock he saw love in the kid's eyes.
And worship. Turned Buck on more than anything to have a stud like
this naked at his feet worshiping him.

"Got any lube?" Buck asked.

Brodie took his mouth off of Buck's cock long enough to say, "I've
used Crisco when I practiced"

"Get it." Brodie got up and ran to the kitchen. He was back with the
blue tub quickly. He opened it and took out a few fingers full and
rubbed it all over Buck's cock. And then he reached back and put some
in his own hole.

He once again climbed up on the couch and as he kissed Buck he
squatted over Buck's cock.

Buck pulled back and looked at him and said, "You sure this is what
you want. Because once I take it it is mine."

"Yes, please." was all Brodie said as he lowered himself onto Buck. As
Bucks head passed through the first ring Brodie let out a moan of pain
and then a whimper. He did practice, Buck thought, he practiced well.

Brodie controlled the fuck though. He wanted to please Buck's cock.
Wanted to bring Buck to completion without Buck having to work too
hard.

Brodie lifted one of Buck's arms and went for his pit. Tasting the
man's scent. It drove him wild. Later he would find out that it did
more for him than poppers. But he didn't know of poppers yet. Buck
would introduce him to that soon.

Brodie licked him, kissed him, hugged him while Buck's cock got more
and more forceful in his hole. Finally Brodie couldn't hold back
anymore. He came all over Buck without even touching his cock. That
sensation brought Buck to the brink as well. He shot up in Brodie,
marking his turf for good, it was his ass now.

Brodie collapsed on Buck. Buck held him tight. They both breathed heavy.

"Any regrets?" Buck asked.

"Fuck no" Brodie said with Buck's softening cock still in him.

"Bring something for the weekend and for school on Monday. You're
coming home with me." Buck said.

"Do you want me to shower?" Brodie asked.

"Fuck no man. I want to smell you and taste you for the rest of the
day. And I want you to carry my snot in your ass for as long as
possible bro." Buck said and kissed him again while he took his cock
out.

Brodie got up and went to his room to gather a few things. Then they
put only their tights back on and climbed in the truck for the ride to
Buck's.

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