Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2010 06:45:23 -0800 (PST) From: niftystories2000@yahoo.com Subject: BUCK AND SON REVISED This is a story about an adult and a minor jerking off together. If you don't like this kind of thing, or if you're under 18, go read something else. And remember -- fantasy can be better than real life, but let real life happen, and it can sometimes be just as good. Buck and Son They came back from the river when the sky was getting dusky, did father and son. The father was carrying all the equipment, and the son was carrying the three catfish they'd bagged themselves for their supper. The father had become a pretty damn good cook in all the years since the boy's mother had disappeared without so much as a fare-thee-well, and so he cleaned and dressed the fish, cut off the fillets, breaded them, spiced them up and deep fried them to perfection. While he was doing that, the son sliced up cabbage and carrots and onions and made some coleslaw. And the father mixed up and deep-fried the hush puppies that were a part of such a fine meal. They ate in quiet companionship, the father with his beer, the son with his milk. When they finished, the father washed the dishes and the son dried them. And all the while the father was thinking that he needed to teach his boy something that he wished he'd learned sooner than at the age of 14. The father was called Buck Miller. He was 26 years old. His son, Jake, was 10. The two of them lived in a double-wide trailer in a scrappy part of town. Buck worked at the local steel mill and made a fine living that would have afforded him a better house, but he liked his trailer, where he had lived ever since he and the bitch Jasmine had moved in when he was 16 and she was 15. She got herself pregnant after telling Buck that she was taking the pill, and when Jake was born at 2:30 AM on October 15, the nurses took the infant away to be cleaned up, and when they came back, Jasmine was gone. Buck never saw her again. So he raised his son by himself, with his mom helping out in the early years. She was a widow woman, living in the house where he'd grown up a mile or so up the road from the trailer park. She wanted her son and grandson to live with her, where it would be ever so much more comfortable, but Buck had a spiteful streak in him that had started when his daddy had passed when the boy was just four. He finished high school, and that was that for education. The steel mill was hiring, and Buck started his career. Hauling the metal around the shop made him hurt bad for the first couple of weeks, but then his muscles started growing, and soon he could carry weights that would put another man in the hospital with a hernia or worse. Buck Miller was 6'4 and would have gone for a pro basketball career but for a gimp ankle that was the result of an overly eager drive for the basket when he was a sophomore in high school. He still had a slight limp because of that. Buck didn't complain, though. He figured that he had the life that a kid from a rundown part of town in Pennsylvania could best expect. Book learning wasn't for him. He had his own house, his kid, the money he needed to feed the both of them and keep him in beer. Life was alright. Then came the day when Buck was home on sick leave after a dumb-as-rocks fellow steelworker called Cletus had bonked him on the head with a bar of steel he was carrying on his shoulder after making a fast turn when someone called out to him. Buck saw stars for a couple of minutes and then the steel mill's doctor told him to go to the hospital for a checkup. Nothing seemed to have been knocked loose inside, but at the hospital they told him to stay home for three or four days just to be on the safe side. And so it was, a few weeks before the events that concern us in this tale, that Buck was sitting on a lawn chair in front of his trailer, drinking a beer, smoking a cigar and letting the summer sun beat down on him. Jake was at school, where he had tutoring in math (a bad subject for his dad, too) and then softball practice, which kept him at school until 5:30. A neighbor teenager, Bobby Madison, was out mowing the minuscule patch of grass in front his mom's trailer, and Buck, somewhat to his surprise, found himself thinking that young Bobby Madison looked mighty fine, wearing nothing but a pair of cutoff shorts that cut off just about an inch below his privates. Eventually Bobby saw him looking and came over and said I seen you lookin', five bucks and I'll do anything you want, and Buck said, ten bucks and you show me. And so it was that fine summer afternoon that Buck Miller found out that a boy could suck cock just as well as a girl could, even better, and what was more, damn it, he liked it a whole lot more. After he had the best orgasm he could recall in the past six or seven years and let Bobby Madison suck down ever drop of cum from his big balls, he gave the kid a twenty, told him to come back sometime, and then sat there in his ratty old recliner chair, sucking down another beer and pondering upon what had just happened. Buck was a good old boy. He didn't know any faggots apart from Mr. Pepper down at the barber shop, and Mr. Pepper never bothered him or anyone else. Mr. Pepper lived in a big old house down on Elm Street with his six cats and five dogs, and if he ever had sex with anyone, it was behind closed blinds. But seeing Bobby Madison's dark-haired head bobbing up and down in his lap, chowing down on his, what, maybe eight inches of cock? -- well, that sure was something. Buck went to the window of his trailer and saw Bobby Madison lying in a lawn chair in those same cutoff shorts and taking the sun, and he found himself wondering what the 15-year-old had inside those shorts, and next thing he knew, Buck had his dick out of his overalls again, and he was rubbing out a second orgasm in 10 minutes and getting cum all over the window, which he had to wipe off with paper towels and some Windex. Well, the next weekend, when Jake was staying at his grandma's, Buck got into his pickup truck and drove himself over to Philadelphia, which was an hour distant. He drove around for awhile, not sure where he was going or where he wanted to go, but between his legs he knew, and so Buck found himself a phone booth and in the Yellow Pages found a listing of bars. He tore out the page and a map of Philly that was at the back of the phone book and started driving around again. The first two bars he stopped at had men and women in them, and he had a beer at each and then kept on going. And then the third bar ... sweet Jesus in heaven, this one was all men, and there was a kid wearing just a jockstrap dancing on the bar, and the music was thumping, and the smoke was heavy in the air. Buck got himself a Bud and leaned back against the bar to watch for awhile, and it was like the men were bees and he was honey. They came up to him one after another to say hi and to ask where he was from and what he did for a living and to say man, you're a big one, are you big all over, and to hint and wink and suggest. There were eight million butterflies in Buck's stomach, but after awhile a guy, a kid really, with hair so blond that it looked white in the dim light came up to him and said the same things -- hi, and where are you from and what do you do for a living, and how old are you, and then did you know that there's a back room in this place? Buck allowed as how he was here for the first time, so the boy took him by the hand and took him to a room in the back of the bar where it was almost pitch black, save for a red light bulb up on the ceiling, and Buck knew without seeing that there were men in there, having their way with each other. The room smelled like the locker room at the gym where Buck exercised, and there were a few smells he couldn't identify, And then there was the white-haired boy leaning in to him and putting his lips on Buck's, and then their tongues were mingling and Buck had the kid in his muscular arms. Other hands were touching him, they were unbuttoning the top buttons of his overalls and running over his muscular chest under his white T-shirt, they were on his butt and back. The blond boy's hand was on Buck's crotch, and sweet mercy, but his cock was hard enough to pound a spike into the ground. And presently the white-haired boy knelt down and unbuckled Buck's belt and unzipped his pants, and the overalls fell to the floor. The kid licked and gnawed on Buck's boner through his underwear, and then the underwear was gone, too, and Buck's big dick was deep down in the boy's throat, and god damn, there was someone else with his tongue up inside Buck's ass, which felt strange and weird and good and hot. Buck had his hands on the white-haired boy's head, but then someone took one of his hands, and immediately he had a big, fat dick in his hand. Not knowing what else to do, he stroked it, and then there was another cock, this one long and thin, in his other hand, and a man with breath that had whisky and cigars on it was kissing him hard. And then the white-haired boy stood up again and whispered into Buck's ear, it's your turn now. Without thinking about it, Buck let go of the two pricks that were in his hand and got down on his knees. The kid's hard cock smacked him on the chin, and then it was in his mouth, and sweet Mary it tasted salty and sweet all at once. Buck put his hands on the boy's hard butt cheeks and pulled him in. He didn't know what exactly he was supposed to do, but he just did what the boy had done to him, and he heard no complaints, just breathing and a few moans. Somebody crawled through the white-haired kid's legs and buried his face in Buck's crotch. Something hard and round hit the bottom of Buck's nose, and a voice whispered to breathe in, and he did. It was something acidic, and he yanked his head away, but all of a sudden his world was exploding, he was dizzy, and there was nothing in the whole world that was more important than sucking the penis of the white-haired boy who had brought him there. When the little bottle appeared again, he sniffed in again, and then he went to town on the blond-haired boy's dick like he could never get enough of it. Something hot splashed across his cheek, and he realized that someone had cum on him, and that was fine. He pulled on the boy's ass to get his dick in deep, deeper, right down to his heart, and when the boy whispered, can I cum, he said nothing, but sucked and sucked, and the sweet sperm that rocketed into his mouth was the best thing he'd ever tasted. The white-haired boy pulled him back up to his feet and got back down on his knees, and it took about 10 seconds for Buck Miller to have the second orgasm in his life that he had had with a boy hitched onto his knob. His knees buckled, and he thought that he would cum forever. Presently, the boy let his cock go, slick and slimy. Buck pulled up his underwear and his overalls and zipped and buckled back up. The white-haired boy got himself dressed, too, and the two of them went back out to the bar, where Buck got himself another Bud, the first half-full bottle having disappeared, and a beer for his new friend. Half shouting over the thumping music, the white-haired boy told Buck that his name was Adrian and that he was going to Drexel University there in Philadelphia with an eye toward becoming a doctor. Adrian was 21 years old and originally from a small town in Pennsylvania called Tyrone. And then he said that he had to get going, and he hoped that he would see Buck again sometime, and then he was gone. Buck drained his beer and went out to his pickup truck, where he sat for awhile pondering once again what he had just done. But life was what it was, and Buck drove home happy. And so it came to the evening when Buck Miller and his boy Jake had finished their catfish dinner and they were in the living room of the double-wide, and Buck Miller asked his boy whether he had any girlfriends and the boy blushed and grinned and said no. And so Buck Miller told his son that there was something they needed to talk about before Jake got much older, and the boy said, what?, and Buck said, well, it's about sex and about your dick that you've got between your legs. Does it ever get hard?, and Jake said, Yessir, sometimes in the morning, but it goes down when I pee, and so Buck said, You never did nothin' with it when it's hard, and Jake said, Like what? And so Buck said, You can rub it up and down and it will feel mighty fine if you think of something sexy, and do you know what sexy means? And Jake said, Yessir, boys at school sometimes talk about girls being sexy. And Buck said, Do you think they're sexy, and Jake shrugged his shoulders and said, I dunno, dad, but what happens when you rub your dick like you just said? And so Buck said, Well, when you go to bed tonight give it a try, thinking to himself that he only learned when he was 14, two years before Jasmine, and then he did it every night, sometimes three or four times and wished that he had learned how good it felt earlier than that. But Jake said, Will you show me? And so Buck told his boy to get his shorts and underwear off, and he himself unbuttoned his overalls and raised his hips to slid them off along with his underwear. Jake's eyes got big when he saw his father's penis, big and thick, and he said, Mine's not that big, and Buck said, Well, when I was your age mine wasn't either. And then he watched while his boy's penis grew from soft to semi-soft to semi-hard to completely hard without being touched, and he said, There, you see? And Jake said, Is this what being sexy is like?, and Buck allowed as how yes and showed his boy that his own penis was very hard, too. And Jake said, Show me how to rub it, dad, and so Buck took his dick in his fist and rubbed it up and down a few times, and Jake, still standing there with his shorts and underwear around his ankles, copied his old man and took his own dick -- not much there, maybe three inches or so, no hair at all, of course -- in his hand and began rubbing it, too. Jake's fist was almost as big as his penis, and so Buck said, Why don't you try doing it with just a couple of fingers, and Jake, still standing there, tried a couple of grips until he got one that felt right. And so father and son masturbated, the boy standing in the middle of the room with his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, and the father sitting on the couch, leaning back, his overalls and boxer shorts down on the floor, too. Presently, Jake allowed as how it felt really, really good to be rubbing on his dick and then he ducked his head and mumbled that it was also really, really nice to be watching his dad doing the same. And so Buck said, Come on over here, and Jake kicked off his shorts and underwear and came over to sit with his dad. Buck pulled him close with his left arm as he beat his meat with his right hand, and Jake snuggled in and kept on rubbing his little penis. After awhile, Jake said, Can I touch it?, and Buck took his hand away and let his boy put his fist around it. It barely reached, and Buck reached around with his left hand and took Jake's penis between two fingers -- his fist would have been much too big. Jake just squeezed his father's fat dick for awhile, and then Buck said, Why don't you rub it like you rubbed yours, and he yanked up and down on Jake's boner for a bit to show him how. Jake's small hand began to rub up and down Buck's penis, and he gave a few little gasps as his father masturbated him. A few minutes passed, and Buck felt real nice with his boy jerking on his meat, and then Jake said, Dad it feels like I'm gonna pee, and Buck started to masturbate his boy's dick faster and faster until Jake gasped and said, Dad, it feels so awesome, and he had stopped masturbating his father's penis, lost in his own little world, and then Jake gave a loud moan and raised his butt off the couch, and then he started whimpering, and Buck knew that his boy was experiencing his first ever orgasm. Jake thrashed and writhed on the couch as the new and rocking feeling rocketed through his smooth little body, and he moaned, Oh, oh, oh, oh! And then he collapsed against his father's muscular chest, gasped a few more times and then was quiet for a spell. Buck just held him, not touching his own boner, not sure what his boy would say about what had just happened. But then Jake opened his eyes and looked up at this father and said, But yours is still hard. And so Buck took his dick back in his fist and started masturbating himself again, and Jake, without being asked, reached across and took his dad's big balls in his hand. It took but a country minute before Buck felt the orgasm starting down in his feet, and he said, It's coming, Jake, dad's gonna cum, and then he threw his head back and gave a roar as the orgasm blasted through his balls in his boy's hand and the whole length of his dick. Jake yanked his head back from Buck's chest when the first shot of sperm rocketed out and watched with fascination as his dad emptied out the contents of his testicles. He said, Dad, is that pee?, and Buck said, No, son, that's sperm, and Jake said, But I didn't have any, and Buck said, You will someday, when you get some hair around your penis, but you can do this rubbing thing anytime you want. And Jake put a finger into the cum that was on his father's stomach and rubbed it around a little and said, I hope I get it soon, and when did you get it?, and Buck said, I reckon around age 12, a little bit older, and his son said, I can wait, it feels real good right now, wanna do it again, dad? And so Buck and Jake masturbated again, this time individually, and when four or five minutes later Jake said, I'm ready, dad, Buck was ready, too, and again Jake bounced around on the couch yipping like a puppy and whimpering, and again Buck's balls let go some sperm. Then father and son went into the bathroom and showered up. It was bedtime for Jake, and off he went to put on his pajamas, but Buck said, I always sleep naked, and so Jake put the pajamas down and got into bed, not forgetting first to get down on his knees, naked as a jaybird, to say his prayers. Buck stood leaning against the door jamb watching, and he was proud of his boy, real proud. The boy's smooth little butt was visible, but Buck could see from the door that his son's dick was hard again, and he knew that the boy would masturbate again, he surely would. Buck had two things on his mind. The big cocks that he had seen at the bar, and the one of his boy, his angel, so small, but so sexy already. Buck went to his bed, he said his prayers, and as he masturbated his big dick, he thought of Jake, and he thought of the blond boy at the bar, and believe it or not, the orgasm that he had before falling asleep was the best one of all.