Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2016 17:45:41 -0500 From: A. Iku Subject: Young Buck [for sure] Young Buck [for sure] A Summer Down South [w/ Gramps] A Tribute... I was thirteen. A big thirteen, but thirteen none the less. "A big young buck [for sure]", as my Gramps used to call me. He was an old, black as coal, full grey bearded, country man, from the [deep back woods] South, in Mississippi. And though it's been years, and he's since moved up north with us in Brooklyn [Ny], he still hasn't forgotten that old country jargon, and neither have I. To be honest, I'll never forget a thing about that time, or that place, or that man that I got to spend that summer with. "Come on over here boy, and give your old man a squeeze." He said to my father, his son, as we got out of the rental car. It had been a long flight, and then what felt like an even longer drive through back woods and dirt roads to get there. But we made it [just fine], my dad and I, to the old house he grew up in, and to the old man who raised him. My dad, he wasted no time running over to kiss and embrace the old man. He was like a young child arriving home from his first day of school, and realising just how much he missed the comfort and security of being in his father's arms, while he was away all day. But for my dad, it had been much longer. It had been years. And from the way my Gramps held on to him, you could tell that the feeling was more than mutual. He missed his son too. And they both stood there in that moment, the two men in my life, and in that emotion they hugged it all out. "Get over here and give my Daddy a hug." My dad said to me, still locked shoulder to shoulder with his own father. I walked over and joined in their embrace. It felt good. It felt like love. Three generations of black men, fathers and sons, strongly showing the capacity of their love for one another, despite time and distance apart. [What a vision. What a sight]. It felt so good, [so damn good]. "Hey Gramps!" I said, as he kissed me on the cheek, and squeezed me in tighter to his hold. It had been nearly 6 years since either my father or I had seen the old man, but he hadn't really changed much. Like I said, he was nearly black as coal, [mahogany] maybe. He had a full grey beard, that he kept real nice and shaped, and a shiny bald head [that sweat a lot]. But besides that, besides the obvious greying and balding that old men go through, you'd think, when you saw him, you were staring at a much younger man. I mean, my Gramps was a pretty old guy, [65] at the time, but like I said, if it wasn't for that old signature beard of his, you'd think he was 35, 40 at the oldest. That's if you didn't know any better. And he was definitely not one to correct you in that regard. My Gramps was real good looking too. And he was in probably way better shape than even my dad, who actually was 35 back then. And after working hard all his life on farms, and construction crews, and doing other physical labour, my Gramps was as fit as could be. And strong too, like an old ox. But he was that real handsome, mature playboy type too. The type of man that many women would make fools out of themselves over, [and have]. Besides my grandmother, of course, my Gramps had been married 3 other times before. One women, I hear, he actually divorced to be with my grandmother. As the story goes: the ink wasn't even dry on the divorce papers before my daddy was born. The other wives, though, came and went, after my grandmother had passed away, when my dad was still just a boy. But neither of those marriages lasted too long either. I guess you can say, my Gramps was a real ladies' man. A real smooth, slick, but country talking man. He could charm the drawls off a nun, if they let him in the church. But to me he was always just good ole Gramps, and I loved him. And I was just glad I was gonna get to spend some time with him, even if it was down in the damn country. I had never been down South before. I had never really been anywhere outside of New York City in my whole thirteen years. But for sure, not down in Mississippi, the old dirty South. I had never been on a dirt road before, or seen that many trees, outside of Central Park. And this foliage definitely had the park beat. I had never seen farms, or real live animals, expect for at the zoo. For damn sure nothing wild. I had never seen so many flies. Why are there so many flies damn down there? I had never heard that much silence. Fuck, was it quiet. I mean, it was all so new to me. But I figured, with my Gramps down there, I could survive it. I mean, my dad did, and he's okay, [I guess]. Besides, it was only supposed to be for a month, [so I thought]. See the plan was for me to spend a month of my summer, [though I ended up staying a lot longer], down in the country with my Gramps, so I could, as my dad put it, "toughen up a bit". I mean, yeah, I wasn't the toughest guy around. I was quiet, shy, but big. At thirteen, I was already 6ft, and nearly 190lbs of solid mass. I was a big guy, so as such nobody really messed with me or anything, but at the same time, I didn't really have any friends. Really I just had one, this [nerdy Korean] kid from down the block, that I played Sega and Nintendo with. But the only problem with him, though, was that he was like 22, and probably half my size. And my dad thought it was weird. He thought I was weird. Not to mention, I was cripplingly shy. I mean, I was the definition of an introvert: quiet, content with being in my own world, in my own room, alone [except for when I went down the block to play video games]. I was just for the most part, cool all on my own. But my dad thought I was weird and awkward, different. [Which I was]. I wasn't really like other boys my age. I didn't really do the things they did. I didn't care about the things they seem to care so much for. My world was my own. And not that of a thirteen year old boy. I was more mature than that. But my dad didn't like it. He didn't like the way I was. He thought I should be getting in trouble, and chasing girls, and doing all the other idiotic things that young boys do. But I just wasn't in to that. Most of all my dad had always been a big sports guy, an athlete, the jock. And though I was naturally built like one, it hurt him that I was never really into sports. And because of that, he thought I was weak, soft, a damn disappointment. So that's why I'm here. That's why he's leaving me here. I guess he figured a few weeks down in the country with my Gramps would toughen me up, and turn me into a real boy. A real man. A man that he could be proud to call his son. And, yeah, my Gramps definitely knew what being a real man was all about. My first night with Gramps wasn't half bad. After my dad left, [he had to get back to work], Gramps and I just hung out on the porch and talked all night. We got to know each other a little better. He told me all about himself, all about my dad growing up, and a little about my grandmother and his other wives. He told me how my grandmother was the only woman, aside from his own mother, that he ever really loved. And that no other women could ever fill her shoes. He even let me drink a beer with him. I didn't really like it, but it did make me feel real tough and grown up. Like I was well on my way to becoming that [real man] that everyone wanted me to be. That night Gramps even gave me my nickname. "You's a big ole young [Buck] for sure ain't ya boy? I'm go'n call you Buck from now on." He said to me, as we both laughed hysterically. We were both pretty drunk, but the name stuck. And from then on, even now, he'd call me Buck or young Buck or some variation of the endearing name. And I have to say, I quickly became fond of it. Then once it got dark that night, we went inside for a quick bite. Then Gramps got me set up in my dad's old room, which would be mine for the summer. He said I could have it forever if I wanted. The house my dad grew up in was pretty basic, to say the least. It was a simple one floor, two bedroom shack of a cabin. And at some point in the years since my dad moved out, my Gramps tore down the wall between the two rooms, giving himself one giant bedroom. But in preparation of me coming down, he put a barrier to [re]separate the rooms. Pretty much it was just bed sheets hung over an old rope [clothes line], that he strung from one end of the room to the other, to give off the illusion that there were still two rooms. But it was just an illusion. And one that didn't really work at that. I guess seeing that they were just white sheets, they didn't really provide too much privacy, [especially when the lights hit them]. So I guess, for all intents and purposes, my Gramps and I shared a room that summer. Besides the bedroom situation, the house was pretty old fashioned and [rugged]. There was an old wood stove, that we had to chop wood for [everyday]. No running water. There was only a well to drink from. And no indoor plumbing. We literally had to use an outhouse that was more than 50 yards away from the house, or duck behind a tree. [Imagine having to do either in the middle of the night, in pitch black dark]. Even the shower was outside. But at least that was right on the side of the house. Though we couldn't use soap, because the water from the shower filtered into the vegetable garden a few feet away. [Yeah we showered in a garden]. But there was a big iron tub, that my Gramps kept out back, that we had to boil water on the stove for, if we wanted to take a hot bath and get some soap on us. But my Gramps only did that once a week, [on Saturday nights], or if he had some real special [company] coming over. I learned to do the same, at least for the summer. But oddly or not, despite the infrequent use of soap, my Gramps still managed to always smell great. I guess it was just his natural aroma. He smelled like [man musk, nature, and pure love] all rolled into one fragrant scent that seemed to seep naturally from his pores. See my Gramps said he liked to live his life simple and free, [the old country way]. He said that his women already made his life complicated enough, he didn't really need anything more complicating things. I was just glad he wasn't completely advert to electricity too. Though all he had it connected to were the lights, the refrigerator, and a small little wooden box radio, that only got the Jazz and Gospel stations. Needless to say, there was no tv, or computer. After seeing the house, I just knew it was gonna be a rough summer for me. Then the next morning, I found out just what my Gramps meant by simple and free. The next morning, when I woke up, my head was pounding; and I couldn't remember much of what happened the night before. Just that on my first night with Gramps, I drank my first beer ever, followed by at least 3 more. Did I mention I was only thirteen. Man I woke that morning beyond hungover. Not to mention, covered in my own vomit and piss. And that was the first lesson my Gramps would teach me about being a man. "See boy, a real man... knows how to hold his beverage." My Gramps said to me, as he walked in the front door of the cabin, [completely naked and wet]. I met him as I staggered through the house on wobbly legs, coming to grips with my first ever hangover, and trying desperately to figure out how to walk again. But even in the state I was in, I wasn't gonna just gloss over what stood before me. My Gramps was standing there, [completely naked], and dripping wet. And man did his body look freakin' amazing. I mean, how was this guy 65 years old. There was not a loose, wrinkled flabby inch on his body. Just muscles, and tightness, and hair. +++++++++++++ Let me let you in on a little something, a little [secret]. You know the guy I told you about. The 22 year old Korean nerd. Well, video games weren't the only thing we liked to do when we hung out together. We also sort of liked to watch porn. And along with it, we kinda liked to jerk off together too. Now it started off innocent enough. And to his defence, considering my size, and the fact that, [fuck], I lied and told him so, he thought I was 19. But anyway, like two or three times a week, we watched porn and jerked off together... Now the first time it happened, it was kind of an accident. I was climbing up his fire escape, [its how I always got up to his apartment]; and he wasn't really expecting me. And when I climbed through the window, I wasn't really expecting to see was I saw either. He was sitting there, on his sofa, watching this big black guy shove his massive dick down the throat of some eager buxom blond, on his big screen TV, all while he stroking his own erection. "Ah shit!" He said, as he paused the tape, and quickly tried to hide his hardon from my view. I was shocked at what I just saw, but at the same time intrigued. I mean, I was thirteen. I had never seen another guy's dick before, not even by accident. And considering I didn't really have any friends, and never really left my bedroom, I never saw porn before either. But I was intrigued, and these wild pubescent hormone driven thoughts were just floating around in my head. So I acted on them. "No. Leave it on." I said to him. Then I walked over, sat right next to him on the couch, and pulled out my own semi hard cock. Though at thirteen, and not fully hard, I still kinda topped his 6inches, with my own 7 and a half [and still growing]. I topped out at about an even 8inches. But now 20yrs later, I'm at about 10 and a half inches, when I'm fully hard. And I gotta tell you, I take after my Gramps in the dick department. ++++++++++++ My Gramps' body was hard and muscled. He was bout 6'3, 240bls. Big. Muscled. His chest was hard and sculpted, with sexy patches of curly hair running down to his gut. And yeah, he had a bit of a beer gut, but even that was hard and sexy as hell. His legs were so thick and long, like tree trunks. And boy, his dick, a fucking log. A big, fat, long black log of meat, that sprang from a thick, greyish bush, that looked almost white against his dark deep dark skin. Oh man, the impure thoughts I had roaming in my head, when my Gramps was standing there in front of me naked. "Gramps why you ain't got no clothes on?" I asked in my haze, as I leaned against a chair, and drunkenly took in the sight of this old man's impressive fucking body. "Cleanliness is next to Godliness, young man. Go'n out there and clean yoself up, young Buck." My Gramps said to me, as he took a few more steps inside the house, and closer to me. I don't know if I was trying to reach for him, or what, but the next thing I know, the chair was lost from my grip and I landed smack down on the floor. The next few minutes were a bit of a blur. My Gramps was kneeling down beside me on the floor, [still naked], trying to see if I was okay. My vision was a little blurry, but all-in-all I was fine. Just a little dizzy. Then Gramps picked me up off the floor, [I told you he was strong], threw my arm over his damp shoulder, and led me out the house and around to the shower. My vision was still a bit out of focus, and I was half out of it, but in one instant, when that surge of cold water hit my body, I was woken fully. "Ahhhhhh. That shit is cold." I winced. "Watch yo damn mouth boy." My Gramps said, slapping me in the back of my head. "Go on! Get out of them clothes, and clean yoself up now." He said. Naturally, I obeyed his orders, and started stripping down. It didn't even cross my mind that I was about to be standing there naked, in front of another man, no less my own grandfather, who was still naked himself. But as soon as that cold water hit my bare meat, and seemingly at the same time, my eyes happened to drift over to my Gramps' piece, I was more than aware of my situation. And my dick was suddenly more aware than ever. I was hard as a fucking rock. And my Gramps, he just stood there, [naked], staring at me, laughing. "Guess ya lil souljah saluting us this morning, huh boy." Then he shook his head, and grabbed his own dick. "Boy, you go'n have to learn to control that big ole pipe of yours there. You a big ole young buck for sure. I know that much." He said remembering the nickname he created the night before. "Hung just like your Daddy, and his Daddy." He said, winking at me. Then he shook his thick flaccid dick at me, and walked away. "Don't spend too much time out here twidlin' on that there stick of yours [hear]. We got things to do today boy." He said as he strode away. I desperately tried to clear those nasty thoughts out of my head. But as my Gramps walked away from me, I couldn't help but stare at that thick, round, muscled, bare [naked], black ass of his. And when he was gone, that image of him, among others of his amazing body, had me damn near rubbing the skin off my erection, before I was through. And even after that, [and a 20 minute shower], I still couldn't make it go away. [The thoughts either]. Part 2: Late Night [Company] For the next few weeks, Gramps put me to work: [chopping wood] in the mornings, tending the garden and other little task throughout the day, and taking care of the few chickens and goats he had on his small little 3 acre plot of land. He was retired, so much of the work to be done, was just the basic little household tasks needed to maintain the simple country lifestyle he choose to live. But he did have a little [work]shop, off the side of the yard, where he made little wood carvings, and furniture and such, that he sometimes sold at the local farmers market. Sometime he even had [private] clients that he made thing custom for. But mostly this was just a hobby for the old man. An energy consuming hobby, but a hobby nonetheless. So chopping wood became a most crucial part of my summer; and it turned what little baby fat I had on my thirteen years old, 6ft frame, into hard man-like muscle. I hate to brag, but by the end of the summer, I was fucking jacked. Tired as hell but jacked. Though most of the time, it was just me and Gramps there alone, he tended to have more than a few visitors knocking at his door. Some of his visitors were just neighbours, his buddy who owned the farm down the road, the nosey old ladies from his church, that'd come by inconspicuously with cakes and pies, and other things they made in their kitchens, to the nice old, lonely, [single], handsome man and his grandson. And then some of his visitors, his [company], were those [private] clients I told you about. Some more [private] than others. There always seemed to be some car pulling up into the property, and some [strange woman] getting out and strutting over to my Gramps [work]shop, and knocking on his door. And when Gramps would answer, though I couldn't hear exactly what was being said, [from the far side of the yard, where I was tirelessly chopping wood], I knew that he was talking that slicks shit, that his charming ass talked to damn near everyone. And before I'd know it, he'd be leading them inside, [eye fucking them] the whole way in. Then he'd lock the door behind them, and they wouldn't come out for at least an hour, sometimes longer. But when they did come out, they always looked bright eyed, and freshly fucked. And they'd always wave, or wink, or blow a kiss at me, like I didn't know my Gramps had just finished poking around in their guts, as he liked to say. I always wondered exactly what it was my Gramps did to these women. What kind of power he had in that dick of his to have these women lining up time and time again. And one night, I [for sure] found out. It was midnight, or it could've been later. I'm not too sure. But I had to piss like there was no tomorrow. And that late, and that dark, there was no way I was making it all the way to the outhouse. So I got out of my bed to find a tree to relieve myself. Like I said, it was dark, so I didn't go too far away from the house. Besides, I was only wearing a pair of dirty white briefs, [that I had had on for a few days now], and I didn't even have any shoes or socks on. [I was really becoming a country boy]. But nonetheless I wasn't prepared to go too far. But I found a place. And as I pulled my dick out, and my flow began, I heard a noise. More a whispers, coming from not too far away. But I had to piss so bad, and it felt so good coming out, I just ignored the noise. Until the whispers, turned into moans. And by the time I was finished, and put my dick away, the moans had turned into screams. And they were screams of my Gramps name. "Oh Joe. Oh Joe. Oh daddy Joe." She screamed. And as I made my way back to the house, I could see my Gramps standing there underneath the shower, water cascading down his body, and the body of some woman the he had pressed up against the wall. And he was thrusting his big massive dick in and out of her from behind. It was an amazing fucking sight! I mean, I don't know how she managed to take all that. His dick had to be at least 13inches, if not larger, and as thick as I don't know what. And he just kept fucking her. And she just kept taking it. And [moaning]. And [screaming] his name. And I just kept watching them. And my dick just kept throbbing harder and harder, as I watched.... [mmmmmm] my Gramps' big beautiful fucking dick going in and out of that woman. And then he saw me... He saw me. I was petrified. Our eyes locked, and my heart dropped. My body was numb, but my dick was a brave as ever. My boner stood there, poking out of the top of my briefs, like a rocket ready to blast off. But my Gramps, he just kept fucking her, like my presence, didn't even matter. Like it didn't phase him any. Like my presence, in fact, made his experience all the more enjoyable. And as he stared in my eyes and fucked her, it felt like I was fucking her too. Like somehow through our gaze, I was transported into his body, and was feeling what he was feeling. And ooh did it feel good! It felt [so fucking amazing]! It felt great! It felt like it was actually happening to me. Like, I was actually inside her. And most of all, it felt like I was actually him. Like, I was apart of his body. Like, his body was mine. Like, [that Big... Fucking... Dick was mine]. Like this moment we mine. And as he broke our gaze and moaned inside her... I came. The next thing I know, I'm running in the house covered in my own jizz. I didn't know what had just happened to me. I didn't know what I was experiencing. I didn't know how. All I knew was that my body had never felt so used before. I had never cum so hard. Yet, [I hadn't even been touched]. For a moment, I thought is was all a dream. Some weird, intense wet dream, that my hormone drenched adolescent mind concocted. But it was no dream. It was real. It was as really as it gets. And as I laid there in my bed, covers over my head, my heart thumping with a fervour, sweat soaking up the sheets, and my dick throbbing with a hard anxious ache, I listened to my Gramps as he fucked that women outside. I listened all night, for hours as he did her. I listened till fell asleep. Then it continued on in my mind, in my dreams. And I came at least 3 more times before that night was over. Part 3: The [Awkward] Talk After that night, things had forever changed. I knew I'd never look at my Gramps the same way again. I knew that every time I saw him, those images would pop into my head, and those thoughts and feelings would well up and come running back to me. Those fucking thoughts... Thoughts that a boy shouldn't have for his Gramps. But we were far beyond what should and shouldn't be. We were on his turf, in his house, on his land, and he was always there. And he was always fucking naked. So those thoughts became ever prevalent in my mind. Like the next morning... "Get up boy." I was woken up by my [naked] Gramps, again. It was the usual thing now. Every morning he woke me up, just like that. "Get up boy", he'd say as he walked around the cabin [naked] looking for this or that, after his morning shower. He'd never actually get dressed until well after we had breakfast. And I think that was only to protect himself from all the tools and equipment around the land. Otherwise I doubt if the man would ever had put any clothes on. For obvious reasons, I was slow to rise that morning. But my dick wasn't. Then again, he came over, "Get up boy." This time, slapping me hard with his bare opened hand, on my bare exposed thigh, that was hanging out of the covers and over the side of the bed. That sting alone was enough to wake me fully. So I sprang out of bed with a quickness. But I was exhausted. I slept, but I damn sure didn't get any rest that night. And I just felt so dirty and sticky all over. It was partly from what happened the night before, but partly because it was hot as Hell. Everyday that week, it reached over 90 degrees. So despite still being tired and wanting more rest, I couldn't wait to get out that bed and perform my morning ablutions. I couldn't wait for that water to hit my body and wash away some of that filth and heat from my skin. But I hadn't much hope for the filth roaming around in my head. I kicked off my dirty underwear, and nudged them under the bed, then raced outside, like a bat out of Hell, to get to the shower...... When I came back in the house, Gramps was cooking breakfast [naked], like he always does. "So I take it you enjoyed the shower last night." He said. "What?" I asked in shock. I was desperately trying to pretend I didn't hear what he said. But I heard him loud and clear. And I had an answer for him too. But that wasn't nearly as clear as my hearing. "You heard me boy." He said. "And you saw me too." I just continued pretending like I didn't know what he was talking about, as I put my clothes on. But he just kept talking anyway. "The way I was wearing that gal out last night. I know you saw it." He said bragging and smiling. "Cause I saw you." Then he went on, reliving in grave detail the exotic events that transpired the night before. "That gal wasn't much older than you, 19, 20 I think. And she was a tight one too. And wet as a damn water hose. Maybe, I should have gave her to you." He said. And my eyes lit up. My dick too. At that point he was really blowing my mind. And I didn't think things could getting any more awkward. "Gramps, what are you talking about?" I asked. "Oh now we got something to say huh." My Gramps replied, with a grunt, that was intended more to be a laugh. He sarcastically raised his brow. "Now the young man wanna contrib-ya to the conversation." He said grinning and stroking his beard. "Want me get you some, boy?" He asked. WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST ASK ME, I thought to myself. I tried to laugh it off, like I wasn't interested. "What you mean? What you talking bout Gramps? No." I said, knowing good and well that he more than struck my interest. "Now boy, you know `xactly what it is I'm talking about." He paused for a second, then asked again. "Do you, or do you not want me to get you some trim... Some ass, some pussy? You ain't a lil boy nomore, you a young man now. And a mighty fine one at that. Ain't no reason why you shouldn't be swimming in the coochie. So what is it?" "Chill Gramps. I ain't even thinking about nothing like that. I'm only 13." I said. "13... Boy when I was 13, I was more than thinking bout it." He dropped his eyes at me. "You still a [virgin] boy? Still wet behind the ears?" He boldly asked. Though everything that man did was bold. I couldn't quite say the same about myself. I hesitated for a moment, questioning exactly what was about to happen. I didn't know how freely I could really speak, or even how freely I wanted to speak. I knew back home, even the possibility of having a sex talk, was virtually non-existent. I mean, I knew the gist from porn and SexEd, but not much else. And I didn't really talk much at all about anything with my dad, seeing that he always worked so much. He was even working on our way coming down here. So we didn't talk then either. But I doubt it, if we'd even know how to talk to each other, even if he did have time for me. So a sex talk with my dad was a no go. And all I could ever expect to get from my moms, [a Puerto Rican, Catholic girl, from the Bronx], was the typical [hypocritical] "no pre-martial sex" spiel. Though at the time, my parents had only been married for less than 10 years, and I was 13. [You do the math]. So even the thought of a sex talk with my parents was never gonna happen. But sitting here with my Gramps, who seemed to be showing some, [maybe a little too much interest] in my prospective sex life, I figured, what the Hell. I had already seen the man having sex, talking about it couldn't be any more awkward than that. "Well, yeah Gramps. I'm a virgin." I said. "Boy you mean to tell me, a big ole handsome fella like yourself, with a dick like what we got, ain't using it. Boy all them damn lil gals up there in New York, and ain't none of em' getting ya pole wet." He said disapprovingly. I slumped down in embarrassment. "I guess not Gramps. I guess not." I said with a lump in my throat. "I guess not." He said sarcastically with his country draw. "But thats fine. Just fine. You a young buck. You got plenty of humping to do." Then he wiped the sweat from his brow, walked over to me, and kissed me on the forehead. "You got plenty of time boy, and plenty of damn humping to do." Then he walked back to the stove, and finished cooking breakfast. Then he winked over his shoulder at me and said. "But I'm going get you some ass before you leave here, you hear." Then he laughed. Part 4: What He Promised For the next few excruciatingly hot days, we stayed inside, or on the porch, or anywhere out of the sun. We didn't do much of any work either. For the most part, we just laid around taking it easy, trying to beat the heat, in no more than our underwear. Well I was in my underwear. Gramps was stark fucking naked the whole time. And we talked. We talked a lot. And it seemed like the conversation always seemed to lead back to my sex life, or lack there of. "So have you even seen the pussy?" Gramps asked me. I laughed, "yeah Gramps, I've seen pussy before." "Well, who's, tell me bout her." He said enthusiastically. Then I proceeded to tell my Gramps about my porn watching activities. About me and my only friend. But, I was sure not to tell too much. Like the fact that I got off more, from watching my friend jerk off, then I ever did from watching any of the girls in the movies. Then my Gramps proceeded to tell me that "skin flicks" didn't count as me actually seeing pussy, and that in that regard, I was still a virgin too. But he said he had a way of changing that... It was maybe a week later, after the heat broke, that my Gramps facilitated one of the most awkward encounters of my life. It was a nice day that day. Gramps had me poking around in the garden, while he was doing whatever it is he does in his workshop. Then out of nowhere, a car pulled up and some women got out. I figured she was just another one of Gramps' women, his [company] for the day, dropping by for a little action. But what I didn't know was who she was planning on getting it from. She walked over and knocked on Gramps' door. When he answered, he came out and stood there and talked with her for a minute. Then before I knew it, he was calling me over. "Buck come on over her boy, I want you to meet somebody." He yelled out to me. Tammy was her name. She was 38, 5'6, a good 140lbs [all ass]. And she was a preschool teacher, and [for sure] one of my Gramps' women. Later on, I found out that she was also the wife of the local pastor. [but that's another story] "How you doing ma'am." I said, as I shook her hand. "I'm doing just fine sweetie." She said, giving me this crazy sexy, [I wanna eat you up] kind of look. She was incredibly sexy. Hell, sexy doesn't even begin to describe what this woman was. She looked over at my Gramps, "He is a cutie Joe", she said to him, while biting her lip. Then she stepped over to me, and started rubbing on my arms, appreciating the new tight biceps that all that chopping wood had produced. "And he strong too." She said, in almost a moan. Then she started rubbing my chest, staring deep into my eyes. It felt so weird as her ringed fingers brushed up against my nipples. The cold medal of her, what I now know to be her [wedding ring], sent a shiver through my entire body. It was such a new, weird feeling. I had never been touched like that before. And it felt even weirder, as she started scratching a trail down my body with her long, red painted nails, and then let her hand drop down into my shorts. And then she grabbed hold of my dick. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned. "He got a big one like you too Joe." She said to my grandfather. "What I tell you. That's my boy. That's my blood." My Gramps said to her. They talked as if I wasn't even there. And standing there like a quiet ass church mouse, I pretended the same. I was in shock. I couldn't believe this woman, that I could imagine had done all types of crazy sexy shit with my Gramps, was now standing here feeling me up. All the while he watched. "Go'on in there and take care of my boy." My Gramps said to Tammy, slapping her hard on the ass. And boy did it giggle. Tammy's ass was just so thick and plump. She just had one of those cornfed country asses, that you just knew could do tricks. But anyway, she didn't even think twice about what my Gramps had just asked of her. She complied with his orders, with no complaint. She grabbed me by the hand and led me into my Gramps' shop. Still as quiet as ever, I followed right behind her. And my Gramps, he followed not far behind us both, locking the door as we all stepped inside. Inside the shop, there was a big work table: 8ft long, 6ft wide, hard oak wood, with a white sheet draped over it. Tammy hinted for me to get on the table, seductively dropping her eyes down my body, to my dick, then over to the spot where she wanted me. And my Gramps, he just stood there, right behind me... He was so close I could feel his breathe running down the back of my neck. I could feel the heat emitting from his body on to mine. Then suddenly he placed his right hand on my shoulder... His hand, it was so massive, so strong. And his grip on my shoulder was even stronger, even tighter. It was so intense. It made me feel so weak. Then suddenly he loosened his grip, and slowly and gently, he let his hand slid down my back, around my body, to the spot where my hips and thighs collide. And then he placed his other hand ever so softly on the other side of my body. And with both hands, and his thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, he started pushing down, over hips, and then below my knees, until the only clothing I had on fell to the floor. And there I stood, with my full naked body exposed to the world and our [company]. And then as softly as he could, with his rough country draw, he whispered in my ear, "Go'on boy. Don't be scared." Then he placed his hand on the small of my back, and nudged me over to the table. Now naked, I made my way over to the table, slowly contemplating my every move. Suddenly the possibility of sex, was no longer a dream. It was becoming a reality. And it was right there on the table. I just never thought it'd be with some random, sexy, older woman, and with my Gramps right there in the room. How awkward... By the time I made it over to the table, my Gramps was already sitting in an old rocking chair over in the corning, with one of his big long legs crossed over the other, and the biggest smile on his face... Tammy, she was standing right next to the table, in nothing but her bra and her panties. She reached her hand out to me, and I took it, and slowly stepped towards her. Then she kissed me. [My first]. And that was just as awkward and intense as everything else that was happening. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, nearly down my throat. Her tongue was just so long. And I didn't know a damn thing, at all what I was doing. But I just let her have her way. Then after she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, she order me on the table. I complied. I sat on the edge of the table, my long legs and still mostly flaccid dick hung over beneath me. Seductively Tammy started taking off her bra. Her breast were so amazing, I nearly fainted at the sight of them. Her whole body was amazing. She was rocking her hips from side to side, in sort of a strip tease fashion, to this imaginary beat, as her panties slowly dropped to the floor. I knew her little show was more for my Gramps than anything. And he was just sitting there enjoying ever minute of it. Once Tammy was completely naked, she walked over to me, and squatted down sexily between my legs. She grabbed hold of my dick, and for a second she just held it. She stared at it. She examined it. And it was more than responding to her touch, getting harder, longer, and bigger the more and tighter she held it. And I just sat there holding my breathe, in anticipation of what was to come next. Then once my dick was fully hard in her hand, she looked back at my Gramps, as to ask for permission. And with a nod he gave her the okay. And she took me in her mouth. She took my whole 8 inch dick into her mouth. And without even the slightest bit of a gag, she took me into her throat as well. My eyes nearly rolled all the way in the back of my head, when my dick entered Tammy's throat. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I couldn't believe, I, this shy, nerdy kid, was sitting here getting my dick sucked, for the first time ever. And by a sexy ass grown woman at that. I couldn't believe any of this was happening. I could have died right then and there and been a happy boy. But then Tammy stopped. She looked up, and stared deep in my eyes and said, "I wanna ride you like I ride your granddaddy." Then she stood up and pushed me back on the table, and started climbing on top of me. I just remember closing my eyes as my back slowly hit that table.... Then before I knew it, Tammy was sitting on top of me, straddling my thighs. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel her maneuvering her body over mine. I could feel the wet hot heat emitting from her groin on to mine. And as she reached down, grabbing hold of my young hard dick, guiding it towards her, suddenly I felt the lips of her pussy kiss the tip of my dick, and everything all went limp...... "Oh it's okay sweetie. You just not ready." Tammy said, as she kissed me on the cheek, and climbed down off of me. Silently we both got dressed, as my Gramps looked on in disappointment. He slumped down in his chair, and just shook his head. I just knew I failed him. "You know you still owe me some dick, Joe. I'll be back to collect." Tammy said, as she headed towards the door. "And I be right here baby." My Gramps said to her. Then he grabbed her ass, and kissed her in the mouth. The same mouth that had just been on my dick. "Bye sweetie." She said, looking back at me, blowing a kiss. Then she left.... And I went back outside to my work, and pretended none of it had ever happened. My Gramps and I, we didn't speak. We didn't say word to each other afterwards. We didn't talk for nearly the rest of that day. Part 5: Silence leads to the Truth... [my Truth] The silence between me and Gramps, the rest of that day, was more awkward than anything that could have ever happened in that shed. But it broke sometime around dinner. "What was that out there earlier, Buck?" My Gramps asked me, as he sat across from me at the dinner table. I was just glad he was speaking to me again. "I don't know Gramps." I said, with a sigh of relief that finally I was getting to hear his voice again. "Well you need to figure it out. Cause ain't no reason a boy of mine got to be scared of no pussy... Now tell me the [Truth]. What is it?" My Gramps asked. I don't know what it was, with those three words. The power they seem to have coming from my Gramps. But whenever he'd fixed his mouth to say them, whenever I heard them, I felt like I could tell him anything, anything in the whole world. Even if that anything was embarrassing, or sad, or plain ole fucked up. Even if I knew I'd regret it as soon as it came out of my mouth. Even if I thought it would disappoint him. I just had to tell him. I just had to. "What is it?" My Gramps asked. "I don't know I just didn't like it." I blurted out, nearly in one breathe. "What you mean, you ain't like Tammy... I can get you somebody else if you don't like Tammy. I know she a bit much. She might have been a lil too mature for you. Specially for ya first time. Ain't not her to fret over boy." He assured me. But Tammy was far from the problem. "No Gramps. I don't think..." I paused. I thought about it for a moment, then I just blurted it out. "I don't like girls Gramps." I boldly said to my grandfather. "What you mean boy?" He replied, confused as to what I meant. "Gramps, I mean, I..... I like boys. Well, men." I clarified for the old man. My Gramps was old school, so I didn't know how he'd react. I didn't know how he'd take his only grandson, telling him he was gay. But I told him anyway. And for the first time since I had been in his house, my Gramps couldn't find the words to say to me. I left him speechless. And he left me wondering where we stood. Whether he still loved me or not. Whether he even cared for me any more, after hearing my little secret. "I mean Gramps... I, I ain't never really like girls. I never really looked at them that way." I felt like the weight of it all was gonna make me cry. "I never looked at any girl the way I look at men. I don't know...." I felt the tears welling up more and more, the more I talked, and the more he didn't. Then finally one fell down my cheek............ and that got his attention. "Now stop that shit boy...." My Gramps said to me, with this scowled up look on his face. "Just cause you don't like pussy, don't mean you got ta be one. Toughen up." And suddenly, we both laughed. And all the tension and worry in the room faded away. "So Gramps you mean you okay with it?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Why the Hell wouldn't I be... Ta each his own, young Buck. You still my boy, ain't nothing change. I don't care none bout where you sticking ya dick, long as you using the motherfucker. It's too pretty just to be sitting there in you jockeys." He laughed. Then he stood up, walked around the table, grabbed me, and kissed me on the top of my head and told me he loved me. See that's the type of man my Gramps was. A real man. Kind. Understanding. Not afraid of anything or anyone that might come his way. But most of all, he was a man that wasn't afraid of love. He wasn't afraid to love. Whether it was the love he had for me, my dad, even the women that came in and out of his life. Anybody who has ever known him, knows he was a man full of love. And he showed it everyday. He showed it to me that summer. He showed me what being a man [a real man] really was. And I'm proud to say, that I'm the man I am today because of him... I'm the man I am today, because I was his Young Buck. He made me so. *Now I know you didn't think that was it. This is what you're really here for. Epilogue: The Real Young Buck, my [Cousin] Two weeks after I came out to my Gramps, my world changed forever. It was another one of those hot days. I was in the yard chopping wood [as usual], when this old beat-up white pickup truck pulled into the property. & Willy got out. Willy was a man of my Gramps' own kind. A country boy. Big. Cornfed. Strong. He was a white boy, but he had that black boy country swag about him. At the time he was 21 and studying agriculture at Mississippi State. But his family actually lived a few farms up the road. His dad and my Gramps had actually been life long friends. And he grew up knowing my Gramps as kin. Uncle Joe is what he called him. And for years, since he was a kid, he'd help out on my Gramps land, when he wasn't working on his own family's land. Now, see my Gramps wasn't one to really speak too much on other people, but when it came to Willy, he couldn't help but gush. And I couldn't blame him. "Now Willy is the type of boy a man can be proud to call son." My Gramps said to me once. "And I don't think he too fond of the pussy either." He told me that too. Now it all made sense as to why he was fine with me, and why he just couldn't wait for Willy and I to meet. Before Willy could close the car door, my Gramps was running over to greet him. Now, he wasn't actually running. My Gramps was a little too cool for that. But he had a little more pep in his step, then I'd seen him with anyone else, as he walked over to greet the young man. "What's up Uncle Joe?" Willy greeted, meeting my Gramps half way. "Nothin' much Nephew, nothin' much." Gramps said, as he affectionately gripped Willy up by the back of his neck. "Come on over here and meet my boy Buck." They came over, and Gramps introduced us. We touched hands, and that was it: an instant bond, an instant connection. "What's up with you baby boy?" Willy said to me, with the sexiest fucking country accent I'd ever heard in my life. I couldn't believe he talked like that. His voice was so sexy, like Tennessee whiskey and R&B music all rolled into one. Smooth, powerful, and sexy as hell. I mean, his voice, and the way he delivered his words alone was enough to have me sprung. "Hey. What's up. Nice to meet you man." I responded, as I stared the man up and down. And let me tell you, Willy was one pretty fucking white boy. I mean really he had the prettiest fucking features, like you'd only find on a pretty girl. Yet they were all right there, to form this sexy fucking farm boy. He had these pouty little lips. They were so cute and pink. He had baby blue eyes, with the longest fucking lashes. And these little dimples on the side of his face when he smiled. He was just a pretty fucking man, and he had me at that. Hell, he had me at "baby boy". But then he had this rough scruffy looking beard, that made him look all tough and badass. Not to mention his body was gorgeous. He was jacked. He played football for his school, and between that and growing up working on a farm, his body was nothing but muscle. Big. Hard. Muscle. Oh, and he had a six too. He was the real [Young Buck]. Well anyway for the rest of the summer, Willy was home. And when he could, [at least once a week], he'd drop by to see his ole Uncle Joe, and his little cousin [Buck]. Usually when Willy came over, he'd talk to Gramps for a while, but mostly, he came to see me. He made a real effort to get to know me, and I him. And whether it was helping me chop wood, or just hanging out talking shit, I loved every minute of his [company]. And at first I thought it was all just for my Gramps sake, but I think Willy liked me a little bit too. I think he liked me a lot. And I found out just how much he liked me the more he came around. It had been a few weeks since Willy had been back home, and since he and I had met. And it seemed like more often than not, he was at our house. I mean, his usual once a week visits, had suddenly become a daily thing. And he wasn't just coming by for just a quick Hi and bye, he was staying, and spending damn near the whole day with us, [me]. And especially so, after I told him I liked boys. He never told me the same. But whether he liked boys or not, he definitely like me. And in way more than just a friendly/family kind of way. Like I said, Willy was coming around a lot, and staying for hours. It was like he was obsessed with me, with Gramps, with us. It was like he couldn't be around us enough. But my Gramps didn't seem to mind at all. Like the time, I woke up and Willy was already there. One morning I woke up and walked into the kitchen, and there was Willy sitting at the table. Gramps was cooking breakfast. And you all know well how Gramps cooked breakfast. [As naked as the day he was born]. But the thing is, so was Willy. Now the story that I got, was that for years whenever Willy got a little too wasted, instead of going home and dealing with his parents, he'd come over here to clean himself up and sleep it off. And that's what happened the night before. Willy got drunk, so he came over to crash, and at some point he took a shower and washed his clothes. So now he was waiting for them to dry, so he could go home. Besides my Gramps also told me that country folks weren't too modest anyway. That out there, if your mama, sister, or somebody else's wife wasn't in the room, amongst men, they just let it hang. At least that's how my Gramps saw things. And I guess over the years, after spending so much time with the man, Willy saw it that way too. But to me, it was still all too new and weird. I had just started getting used to Gramps walking around naked all the time. Now here was Willy, throwing his dick in the mix. Now I know, I've bragged about me and Gramps' meat, but Willy had something worth talking about too. Willy's dick was just as big and thick, if not thicker than mine. The only real difference, in the colour. Willy's and my dick were literally like night and day. Or maybe dark meat vs light. But nonetheless, there was absolutely no shortage of big dicks down in the country, no matter what colour they were. At least not where my Gramps and Willy are from. Well anyway, it had started becoming almost normal for Willy to pop up day or night, and hang around with us [naked]. But nothing, ever really became sexual, until one rainy night when Willy snuck in my bed. It was late, maybe 2am. It was raining, hard. Gramps was sleep and I was well on my way to joining him. But something kept telling me, not yet. I was laying there in my bed putting up a Hell of a fight, with that old sand man. But then I finally gave in and closed my eyes. But then suddenly I heard a sound. A noise from outside on the porch. Usually I'd just chalk it up to the wind, or a raccoon or some other curious little animal from out in the woods. [I had become accustom to them sneaking around at night]... But the sounds I heard, we're definitely footsteps, and they were a lot damn bigger than anything a raccoon could ever make. So I got up to be the man, [since Gramps was sleep], and check things out. I crept over to my Gramps dresser to find the old revolver he kept in his sock drawer. I checked to make sure it was loaded, then I headed to the front door. When I opened the door and stepped outside, [in nothing but my underwear], I could see a shadowy figure standing on the other end of the porch. A man. A tall, big man. And when he saw me, he started coming my way. And the next thing I know, I let off a shot. My hand shaking the whole time. Luckily for him, he was able to duck, just in time, as the bullet nearly grazed his head. Unlucky for me, he was back to his feet, and charging at me again before I could get another bullet loaded in the chamber. He came charging at me, tackling me to the wet porch. "Take it easy baby boy. It's just me." Willy said as his large rain drenched body laid on top of me, reaching for the gun. "Damn Willy, I almost killed you." I said petrified that I almost shot a man, but relieved as all Hell, that it was just Willy. [and that I missed him] "Not the way you shoot." Willy said, as he breathed a sigh of relief, and laid his head on my chest. "Gimme that thing, before you hurt somebody, Killer." He said laughing, though it was more of a nervous chuckle. He took the gun, then he rolled over and laid beside me. He tried to play it off, but I knew he was just as shook as I was, about my shot in the dark. But Willy was just a cool ass country boy, so he didn't show too much of his fear. I on the other hand was a total different story. My heart was beating hard, fast, and loud like a damn drum solo. Willy reached over and laid his hand flat on my chest. "Calm down, Baby Boy, relax." He said, trying to ease my worry. Then out of nowhere he leaned over and kissed me. And I forget that there was even anything worth worry about. That kiss was just what I needed to ease my mind and relax my body. Willy kissed me, and I kissed him back. He climbed on top of me. And I could feel the full weight of his body on my chest. And let me tell you, there's no feeling like have the weight and power of a man, a real man, on top of you. The feeling of having his heart and chest thump against yours. And the thunderous beat that they make when they sync together. The feeling of his muscles tensing and tightening up as he grips hold of your body. And the heat that seems to vibrate through him and into you. Willy's body felt so good against mine. It was cold. I was shirtless, in just my tiny pair of briefs. He was fully clothed, but soaking wet. But it wasn't long at all before we were both in my bed, making heat with our hot naked bodies. He got up, and he pulled me to my feet. We stood there on the porch, kissing and foundling each other. I was pulling at his wet clothes, and his hands had found a nice warm home in the back of my briefs. He was squeezing my ass so hard, I swore I was gonna pop. Then he whispered, "take them things off." And I complied. I let my briefs drop to the porch. And he just stood there admiring my young body, like he'd never seen it before. He licked his lips, then he pushed me up against the open door frame, and dropped to his knees. I had one of my bare naked ass cheeks on the wall, the other peeking through the front door. And my dick resting comfortably on Willy's tongue. Man I was in heaven. He sucked me off for a few minutes. Then he made me turn around. He put his hand on my back, and pressed me into the wall, while he placed kisses all over my young round ass. "I want you to stand just like this for me, Baby Boy, ok." He said. Then with both hands he spread my ass cheeks and stuck his tongue inside. Oh it was the best feeling in the world. He swirled is tongue round and round inside me, getting my hole all loose and wet. I never knew it was possible, but my hole was getting wet like a woman. Making its own juices as Willy's tongue worked his inside me. Their mixture was a taste that Willy loved, and devoured. "Oh baby, you taste so good." He said, as he came up for air. He stood up and started kissing my neck and my shoulder. Letting his tongue drift in and out of my ear. He started slowly taking off his wet clothes, letting them drop to the floor, all the while never letting his lips leave my neck and my back. Once he was fully naked, he pressed his whole body into mine. It felt so good. He slowly let his dick run up and down my ass, as he humped my body. "You mind if I stick it in Baby Boy. I know you never did this before. But I wont hurt you." He whispered, then he kissed my back. I turned my head around to see if it was really him. He kissed me on the lips, and I knew it was. Then I said to him, that I didn't mind, as long as he didn't hurt me. And he reassured me he wouldn't. And that was all there was left to be said. He slowly let his dick slide between my ass and into my virgin hole. It hurt a bit, but not as much to make me wanna stop him. And he was more than slow and gentle about it. Not to mention, he had already let his tongue do all the hard work of getting me all nice and wet and open. So in no time, and little effort, I was letting him all the way in. And once he was inside, I could feel the weight of total fullness, inside me. Willy fucked me on that porch until he came deep inside me. Then once he was finished he led me around to the shower, where he let me fuck him. I tried my best to emulate what I saw my Gramps doing to that women under the shower, that night I caught him, not too long ago. I don't think did half a bad job, even though it was my first time. And from the way Willy was moaning while I was inside him, I think he'd agree. But I had a great time that summer. I learned a lot, I did a lot, I experience a lot. And I owe it all to my Gramps, and my Cousin Willy, [the real Young Buck]. 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