Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2017 12:38:21 -0400
From: Derek Ross <48deekross@gmail.com>
Subject: Buck - Chapter 5

Disclaimer: This story involves a relationship between two males under
the age of 18. By the end of the story, both will have reached 18 years of
age. If you are offended or prefer not to read material in which persons
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Two weeks later, Buck and I found ourselves seated across from my dad at
our kitchen table. It was a couple days after Christmas, and dad decided
that this was the perfect time. Mom was "conveniently" away for the
evening, and Jackson was nowhere to be found.


Dad lay a banana and a condom on the table. I audibly groaned. I didn't
hear Buck make any noise, but I think he was just trying to be polite.


"Do either one of you know how to properly put on a condom?" I just stared
blankly ahead, doing my best not to look at dad.


"Don't you just roll it on?" Buck sounded so innocent.


"Jesus Christ," he mumbled under his breath, "sex education in this country
is terrible. Okay. Watch what I do."


He showed us how to properly put a condom on by putting it on the banana. I
was mortified at the entire situation. Buck would probably run for the
hills after this.


"Look," dad said, laying the condom covered banana on the table, "I know
this is awkward. But I want you boys to be safe." He looked from me to Buck
and back again. "Can you boys just agree to talk honestly with me? I'm not
trying to embarrass you."


I looked over at Buck, and he looked at me.


"Yes sir, I think I can." Buck didn't look at him as he spoke. He just kept
looking at me. I nodded my head.


"Okay. I'll be honest with you guys, too. I don't know a lot about gay
sex. Frankly, I don't really want to know, especially considering it
involves you, Lee."


"I don't really know a lot either, dad."


"Well," he said, pinching his nose, "I guess no one really does before
they've done it. Maybe that's part of the fun." Buck snorted, trying to
hold back a laugh. "Glad I could finally break the tension." dad said,
smiling.


"What I don't get, dad, is the reason for us using a condom. Even if we
have sex, we can't get pregnant."


"That's true. But you can get STD's. I'm not saying that either of you
would give the other something purposefully, but it's always best to be
safe."


We sat quietly for a few seconds.


"Your mother and I were alive when the AIDS crisis happened. I remember
hearing about people dying. A lot of gay men dying. I don't want that for
either of you."


"How do you get AIDS?" Buck asked.


"You get it from someone who already has it. Usually through sex, but it
can be passed with blood too. It's actually a virus that eventually causes
your body to become super weak."


"Did you know anyone that died from AIDS?"


"No, like I said, it was connected with gay people for a really long
time. Lee is the first gay person that I've ever known." He smiled at
me. "I really didn't know much about the disease until we found out about
you two. I got so scared that I started doing research on it."


"Thanks, dad." I could tell that he cared, and that he was really trying
for my sake.


"Look. I've said it several times, but I'll say it again. I want you boys
to be safe." He stopped for a minute, apparently trying to collect his
thoughts. "I know you guys are going to fool around. Hell, you probably
already are. Just... know what you're getting into, okay? This is about as
much help as I can offer, because I don't know much about how two
males... interact."


"We will, sir." Buck said.


"If that time ever comes." I quickly added.


He smiled at me.


"I'm not stupid, Lee." We all laughed at my lame attempt to cover up the
fact that Buck and I had been fooling around already. "Now, Lee, could you
please give Buck and I a moment?"


"Uhhh..." I looked from him to Buck, worried about what was happening. I
could see the apprehension in Buck's eyes.


"It's okay guys." Dad said, giving me a look that told me he was serious.


----


Buck told me what had been said between them later while we sat on my bed.


"Your dad told me not to worry about him or your mom telling my parents. He
told me that I was always welcome here, regardless of what was going on."


It made my heart soar. My dad was a good guy. We sat for a moment like
that, just smiling at one another.


"Oh! I got you a Christmas present." I said as I reached under my bed to
grab it. I hadn't bothered to wrap it, but I figured he wouldn't
mind. "Here."


I handed him the three cans of dip that I'd gotten an upperclassman to buy
for for me.


"I didn't know what you dipped, so I just went with the wintergreen. You've
never dipped around me so I just wasn't sure." I smiled at him. "I hope
that's okay."


"Damn. That's perfect, Lee." He smiled at me. "I didn't get you anything,
though. I'm sorry." His smile faded as he said it.


"Oh, don't worry! I don't need anything. I'm just glad you didn't run when
my dad brought out the condom."


"Ha! I thought it was funny. You know, when it wasn't super awkward."


"I'm glad someone thought it was funny." We sat quietly for a moment. He
studied the cans of dip. I just fidgeted. "At least we will know what to do
when the time comes."


He looked up.


"Yeah. When do you think that will be?"


"I, uh... I don't know." I finally managed to get out.


"You're nervous?" I just nodded in reply. "Me, too."


"What makes you nervous?"


"I like what we've got going on now. I don't want to mess anything up. I've
never had sex before either, so..." he trailed off.


"Don't worry about that. Neither have I. I guess we can just figure it out
when we finally decide it's time."


"Why are you nervous about it?"


I laughed softly.


"I'm honestly kind of scared that it's going to hurt. I mean, I've gotten a
finger in back there before, and that took a hot minute. You're... well,
you're a good bit bigger than my finger." I looked down at his crotch.


He started laughing. I looked up at him, surprised. He gave me that
signature lopsided grin.


"What?"


"What makes you think that you'll be in the one that takes it up the butt?"
His question caught me off guard. It must've shown on my face that I didn't
know how to respond. "What?" He just kept grinning.


"You would take it in the ass?"


"Yeah. I mean, I would try it. Why?"


"I just didn't think- I mean, you're so manly. I don't know. I didn't think
you'd be into that."


"I'm open to trying anything with you, Lee. And, to be honest, it looks
like I could have a lot of fun in both roles. I'm not ruling anything out."


I sat there dumbfounded.


"You know, you're so different than I ever imagined you being."


"What do you mean?"


"I just thought you were this gruff redneck who was as straight as they
came and didn't talk about stuff like this. Now here we are. You're sharing
your feelings and shit. It's way different than I imagined."


"Well," he mused, "I don't just talk this way with anyone. Only you." He
reached over and poked me in the stomach.


"Glad you feel so comfortable talking about butt stuff with me."


"Of course. And speaking of butt stuff..." He leaned over to the side and
farted loudly into my bed.


"Jesus Buck! What the hell?"


He burst out laughing and started trying to waft the smell toward me. I
jumped up and ran across the room.


"What? You don't like it?"


"Why would I?!"


"I don't know. I love it." He just kept laughing. "Plus, I saw an article
on the internet the other day. It said that couples that fart in front of
each other are more likely to stay together than couples that don't. I'm
just trying to keep us together."


"If you keep smelling like that, I'm gonna kick your ass to the curb." I
said as I rolled my eyes.


"Oh come on. It ain't that bad!" He was right. It could've been worse. But
I wasn't gonna let him think that he needed to try and best himself. "Just
wait until I Dutch oven you."


"Buck, I will rip your dick off and show it to your mother if you do that
to me."


"Oh, kinky." He smiled that stupid lopsided grin at me. I swear, anytime he
wanted to get away with something, he could just use that grin. I'd be
putty in his hands.


I just rolled my eyes and turned my tv on, sitting down on the floor in
front of it. No way I was gonna go back and sit by his stinky ass.


"I gotta take a dump." He announced as he climbed off the bed.


"Jesus." I mumbled under my breath. "Is all romance dead to you, ya dumb
redneck?"


I felt him kiss me on top of the head.


"Nope. I'll gladly make out with you while I'm in there."


"You are so gross!"


"Yeah, and you keep dating me for some reason." He chuckled as he closed to
the door to my bathroom.


A little while later he came out of the bathroom, pulling the door closed
behind him. He then came over and plopped down next to me on the floor.


"Feel better?"


"Yeah, definitely."


----


"I figured out a Christmas present for you." Buck didn't even let me say
"hello?" when I picked up the phone.


"I told you that you didn't have to get me anything."


"Yeah but I felt bad. So I figured something out for you. Are you doing
anything tonight?"


It was December 29th. A couple days after dad had given us the talk.


"No, I don't think so."


"Wear some warm clothes and be ready at 4:30." And with that, he hung up.


I didn't really know what to expect. Should I wear warm, nice clothes, or
warm, regular clothes. He didn't specify, but I didn't want to look
stupid. I ended up just wearing a pair of jeans and a pullover hoodie,
figuring it was casual but didn't look bad.


Buck pulled into the driveway at 4:30 promptly, and I got into the
truck. Buck was wearing all camouflage, which immediately confused me.


"What's with the camouflage?"


"I'm taking you hunting."


To say I was confused... well, that's a bit of an understatement.


"That's my Christmas present?"


"Yep!" He smiled like it was the greatest thing ever. I didn't want to seem
ungrateful, but I wasn't exactly that excited.


"Okay. Well, I don't have any camo."


"Don't worry. I've got some stuff that you can put on over your
clothes. And don't worry," he said as he reached over to grab my thigh,
"it's going to be fun!"


----


About 30 minutes later, I found myself seated next to him in a two person
ladder stand out in the middle of nowhere. Buck had his gun propped up in
the corner of the stand. I don't have a huge problem with guns, but they
make me nervous.


He must've noticed me staring at it.


"Do you want to shoot it?" I looked up at him, a nervous look jumping onto
my face.


"No, no I think I'm okay."


"You sure? It'll be fine if you want to take a shot."


"No, really, I'm good."


He bumped me with his elbow and laughed.


"Come on, it's fun." Beginning to get a little annoyed, I chose to change
the subject.


"Aren't you supposed to be quiet when you're out in the woods like this?
Doesn't talking scare the deer?"


"You don't think I brought you all the way out here to actually hunt, do
you?" He looked at me, one eyebrow raised.


"I don't understand..."


"I know you don't give two scoops of shit about hunting. But, I do know
that you like to be naked outside. It's a little too cold to get naked up
here, but I figured we could, you know," he said as he grabbed my crotch,
"have a little fun."


I just stared as he began to massage my cock through two layers of
fabric. The sensation felt dull, but I began to bone up nonetheless. He
reached with his other hand and turned my face toward him. Our kiss was
deep and sustained. His hand continued pushing and pulling at my crotch.


Before long, he had unzipped both pairs of pants and had pulled my dick
through the fly. We continued to make out as he stroked me, his tongue
flicking in and out of my mouth like his thumb over the head of my dick. He
broke the kiss and sat back. He never took his hand off of my dick, or quit
stroking it.


"You like having your cock out in the woods?" He whispered into my ear. A
shiver went down my body, starting at my ear and ending in my toes.


"Mhmm." I somehow managed to respond.


"You like when I stroke you?"


"Yeah." I breathed in response. The combined sensation of him jacking me
off and whispering into my ear was heavenly. I knew I would cum before
long, but I wanted to make it last as long as possible.


He began kissing at my neck as he continued to stroke. He nipped at the
skin a couple of times, recreating those sensations that traveled the
length of my body.


"Fuck," I murmured, "you're gonna make me blow."


"Cum for me." He whispered while squeezing just a little harder on my
shaft.


And that was all it took. Cum began rocketing from the end of my dick,
spraying all over the stomach of the camo jacket I was wearing.


"Fuck!" The word seemed to erupt from deep within me, much like the semen I
had just ejected. I don't really know how loud it was, but, based on the
look Buck gave me, it was pretty loud.


"You enjoyed it that much?"


"I don't usually cum that much or that hard." I panted. "Whatever you did,
it worked."


"Glad you liked my present." He smiled at me, then reached down to scoop up
some of the cum. He brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked them
clean. He then repeated the process, only this time, he put his fingers up
to my mouth. He didn't even give me time to open my mouth; he just shoved
the fingers in, staring at me as he forced me to suck the jizz from his
hand.


"Fuck yeah. Eat that cum." I could barely hear him say it. He was really
getting off on this, but I didn't mind. I liked him being a bit forceful, a
bit vocal. "Damn, you're so hot Lee."


"Thanks. And thanks for my present." I smiled at him. My dick was still
hanging out of the pants, flopped over to one side. I pushed it back in and
zipped up. Looking over, I saw that he still had a greedy look on his face,
and his hand was working a nice bulge in those camo pants.


"What me to take care of that for you?"


"Na," he said, grinning, "I think I'm gonna do this one myself." He then
stood up in the stand, which scared the hell out of me. That thing wasn't
the sturdiest, but I held my tongue (and the railing). He whipped his dick
out and began beating it hard. Before long, he was spewing cum off the side
of the stand, grunting loudly as he did.


Finally, when he was beat for all he was worth, he sat back down next to
me, breathing heavily. He looked over and smiled at me. I smiled back.


"Is this really all you brought me out here for? To jack off in the woods?"


"Well," he said as he looked around, "it would be a shame to waste this
fine evening in the woods. Though I imagine we've just about scared
everything away. If the deer didn't run when you shouted earlier, I'm sure
they can smell our spunk.


"Hey, you didn't tell me I had to be quiet."


"True, true. Mind sitting out here with me for a while, just to see if I
see anything?"


"No, not at all."


----


We stayed out there in that stand until well after dark. There was no way
Buck could see a deer out there if it walked up and mounted him, but he
insisted he could still see. I just trusted him and kept still.


I did enjoy being out there. I felt my orgasm long after it had subsided,
and it really gave me this sense of being carefree. I mostly looked out
into the woods and daydreamed.


One of the great things about being next to Buck for so long was that I got
to smell him for that long. The boy had such a good smell about him. I'm
not entirely sure if it was the deodorant he wore or just his natural musk,
but it worked for him. I could sit and smell it all day.


"Thanks again for coming out here with me." He said as we climbed into his
truck.


"Well, I definitely enjoyed it. Sorry about the jacket, by the way." I
threw it into the backseat.


"No sweat. It's my brother's, and he's never home to use it anyway."


"Where is Todd now?"


"He's still in Nashville, working as a realtor. Mama keeps saying she's
going to make him take all of his shit up there with him, but she never
does. That cum stain will be so dry by the time he uses the jacket again,
he won't be able to tell what it is."


We laughed and drove out, heading back into town and to my house. On the
way, we decided to stop at a gas station and get something to
drink. Johnson's Corner was out in the middle of nowhere. Back in the day,
it had been the only place for people out that way to get things
quickly. Now that cars were better, people didn't mind driving into town to
get things. The old man who owned it still managed to stay open, though I
doubt he was making much money.


We stood by the coolers, jostling each other around as we chose what we
wanted to drink. I finally grabbed a Dr. Pepper and left him to make his
choice in peace. As I walked back toward the front to pay, I turned a
corner and literally ran into Chett.


"Oh my ba- Lee?"


"Hey. Sorry, that was my fault. I wasn't paying any attention to where I
was going."


"No, it's all good. What are you doing all the way out here?" About that
time, Buck rounded the corner, apparently having made his choice.


"Oh, hey Chett." Buck and Chett weren't great friends, but everyone in our
little town knew everyone else.


Chett looked from me to Buck, and then back to me. I noticed him look down
at the pants I wore, which were still the camo ones Buck had given me
earlier. Evidently, he realized we were both wearing camo.


"Hey Buck. What are you boys up to?" He asked. Though I doubt Buck noticed
it, I caught a hint of skepticism in his voice. Maybe it was because I had
known him for so long.


"Just coming in from the woods. Trying to get Lee to shoot a gun, but you
know him." Buck clapped me on the back as he said it, and I winced. Chett
knew I didn't care about hunting at all.


"I gotcha. Y'all see anything?" Buck shook his head in response. About that
time, Chett's dad came walking up. I'd always liked Mr. Bentley. He wore a
thick, brown mustache, and almost always had on a plaid shirt. He was
always nice to me, and I honestly learned a lot from him while staying at
Chett's house over the years.


"Lee Dawson! How you doing bud?" He reached out, grabbed my hand, and gave
it a hearty shake. "Ain't seen you in awhile. You doin' alright?"


"Yes sir. Doing just fine."


"Glad to hear it. And who are you?" He said, turning toward Buck.


"Buck Turner." He replied as he stuck out his hand. Mr. Bentley shook it
and smiled.


"You boys look fresh out of the woods. See anything tonight?"


"No such luck." Buck replied.


"Well, that's about how it goes, ain't it?" He let out a loud laugh.


We stood and talked for another minute before Chett and his dad turned to
leave. Buck grabbed my drink and headed for the counter to pay. I watched
the other two leave. As the walked through the door, Chett turned to look
at me and made a texting motion with him thumbs. I nodded my head, letting
him know I'd text him as soon as I could.


----


Buck and I took our time kissing goodbye in my driveway. It was dark out,
so none of the neighbors would see. And since my parents knew, I didn't
have to worry about them coming outside to poke around.


"Thanks again for today." I said, leaning back from him.


"Thanks for going with me. Sorry I made you sit out there for so long."


"Don't worry. I enjoyed it!"


We kissed again, and then I painstakingly pulled myself away and got out of
the truck. I waved goodbye as he pulled out of the driveway.


Dad was in the living room when I walked in. He inquired about how the
evening went but didn't push any further. I ran upstairs and flopped down
onto my bed, dreading the fact that I needed to text Chett. I knew full
well he was going to question why I had gone hunting with Buck Turner. I
texted him and set my phone down on my bed. A couple minutes later, I got a
reply.


"Hey, why did you go hunting with Buck?" I chose the easiest route I could
think of at the time.


"Long story. Can I tell you later?"


"Okay. Well if I come over, can you tell me? I'm bored over here anyway." I
knew that telling him was inevitable, but I hadn't mentally prepared myself
to tell him that day. I looked at the clock. 9 pm. Mom would have to say
"no," wouldn't she?

"Mom, do you care if Chett rides over for a little bit?" I called down the
stairs.


"No, not at all!" She called back. "He can stay over if he wants."


Well, shit. There went my excuse. I didn't want to lie to him, either. That
never made me feel good.


"Yeah, mom said you can ride over. You can stay tonight too if you want."


"Sweet. I'll be there in like 30 minutes."


30 minutes. That was all that separated me from telling my best friend a
secret that may forever change our relationship. We'd been friends for so,
so long. We used to do everything together. Albeit we'd grown apart
recently, but he was still my closest friend.


I needed to call Buck.


"Hello?"


"Hey."


"What's this? Aren't you sick of me after spending the afternoon with me?"


I laughed.


"No. Well, maybe a little. I was calling because I need to talk to you
about something serious, though."


"Okay, what is it?" He asked, the apprehension clear in his voice. No one
ever wants to be told that they need to talk about "something serious."


"Chett texted me asking about why I was out hunting with you. He's on his
way over right now because I told him it was a long story. He said he could
just come over, and I could tell him then." I paused for a moment, trying
to figure out what I wanted to say. "Buck, I think I need to tell him."


"Lee..."


"I know you don't want to. But he's my best friend, and I've basically
ignored him these past few months. I don't know, I feel like I'm hiding
something really important from him."


"Lee, this could fuck everything up. What if he reacts badly?"


"Yeah, I know. I don't know what I'll do if that happens. I hope it won't."


"You hope? You think he might?"


"I really don't know. He's always been my best bud, but this might change
things. We've never talked about gay people before. I'm just assuming I
know what his stance is."


"What if he tells people?" The thought hadn't hit me before that
moment. Sure, he might react poorly, but tell people?


"I... well, I don't think he will do that. I really don't. Even if he
doesn't want to be my friend anymore, I don't think he would tell people if
I asked him not to."


"You know this doesn't affect just you, right?" Buck said after a moment.


"Yeah... I know. That's why I called. I need your support before I tell
him, or I need you to help me come up with a lie for why we were out
hunting together. He knows I hate hunting."


"Can you tell him we're just hanging out as buddies?"


"That doesn't explain why I went hunting with you. Chett could never get me
to go hunting with him and his dad, not in all the years we were friends
growing up. Why would I go with you?"


He didn't reply immediately. I knew his brain was working in overdrive,
trying to come up with something that I could tell Chett that didn't
involve outing the two of us.


"If I lie to him and it isn't a damn good lie, he's going to call me on
it. He's always been like that."


"You really don't have any other option, do you?"


"I really don't think I do."


"Just promise me that no one else will find out?"


"Buck, I don't want to ever upset you or put you in a situation you don't
want to be in. I promise I will do whatever I can to keep him from saying
anything."


"Okay... I'm still not happy about it, though."


"Yeah, I know you aren't. I'm not, either."


"Good luck. Will you call me and let me know how it goes?"


"Yeah, most definitely."


----


Chett pulled into the driveway about 20 minutes later. I was scared
shitless. I just stayed in my room and waited. We'd known each other for so
long that I didn't need to go and worry about letting him in. He'd walk in
the front door like he owned the place.


"Hey," he said, waltzing into my room and throwing his duffle bag on the
floor, "what's this long story?" He plopped down on the bed next to me,
jumping straight to the point.


"Why are you so worried about it?"


"Well, you'd never go hunting with me, and I'm the closest thing to a
brother that you've got. Just trying to make sure you haven't fallen and
bumped your head."


"You know Jackson is still alive and breathing, right?"


"Yeah, but who cares?" We both laughed, knowing full well I'd take Chett
over Jackson any day. "So tell me."


It was time. I didn't really know how to delay it. He was gonna be
persistent, even if I tried. Might as well get it over with. The sooner my
stomach was able to unknot, the better.


"I just- well..." He just stared at me, not saying anything. "I don't know
what to tell you Chett."


"If you like him better than me, that's fine. We're old enough to have
other friends and shit."


"No, no that's not what it is."


"What is it then?"


"I just, I don't know how to tell you."


"You're acting weird." He said as he sat up and looked at me. "What's going
on?"


I hesitated, not really knowing how to tell him. I wanted to. I just didn't
know how.


"Chett, do you trust me?"


"With my life."


"Can I trust you?"


"Yeah... Why are you asking?" His brow furrowed as he said it.


"If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell other people?"


"I mean I guess, but I don't really get where this is going. Why are you
acting so weird?"


"Promise me."


"Yeah, fine, I promise I won't say anything to anyone."


"And will you still be my friend?"


"Why would I stop being your friend?"


And out it came.


"Because I'm gay." The words hung there for a moment. Chett just kept
looking at me, brow still furrowed. I'm sure his mind was working 90 to
nothing trying to figure out what had just happened. My brain had slowed to
a snail's pace.


I watched as he closed his eyes tight and then opened them again.


"What?"


"I'm gay, Chett." I said quietly.


"Okay..." We sat there quietly for a moment, both in deep thought, I
assume. "I don't know what to say." He finally replied.


"I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you. I hope you're not mad at me."


"No, I'm not mad. I'm just... I don't know, confused. When'd you start
being gay?"


"Always have been, ever since I can remember."


"So, the whole time we've been friends..."


"Yeah, I've been gay." He brought his hands up to his eyes and rubbed them.


"Can we just play Madden or something? I don't know how to deal with this."
I didn't like seeing him like this. He wasn't raging and pissed, so that
was good. He seemed frustrated, though, and that could be equally bad if
not handled properly.


"Yeah, sure." I quietly got up and turned the game on. He sat down next to
me on the floor and picked up a controller. Nothing else was said for
probably 30 or 45 minutes, besides quips here and there about the game. Out
of nowhere, he paused the game.


"Hey! I was about to score!"


"What's this have to do with Buck?" He asked pointedly.


"What?"


"What does you being... gay have to do with Buck?" When I hesitated, he
went on. "Do you like him or something?"


"Yeah, something like that."


"What do you mean?" I sighed loudly and started to explain.


"We've been dating since late August. We haven't told a single soul except
for my parents, and they found out by accident. We really don't want anyone
to know, either. Buck's parents won't be nearly as accepting as mine were,
and he's worried they'll find out. That's why you can't tell anyone. I
don't want him to get fucked over." He just turned and looked back at the
tv.


"So Buck, too, huh?"


"Yeah. Buck, too." It was quiet again for a minute or two.


"So, do you guys suck each others' cocks and stuff?" I couldn't see my own
face, but the fire I could feel under my skin told me I was blushing.


"Uh, yeah, we do."


"And you like it?"


"Yeah. I mean, it's fun... You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?"


He looked over at me and gave me a little smile.


"No. No, I'm not. You're still my friend, even if I am a little confused
about the whole thing."


"Okay, I'm glad. More for Buck's sake than for mine."


"How did you guys even end up together? I mean, he's a big `ole
redneck. How'd you know he was gay?"


I spent the next half hour recounting pretty much everything that had
happened between Buck and I, save for the more intimate parts. Chett
listened intently, stopping me every now and again with a question about
this or that. He took it all surprisingly well. I could see that he was
relaxing as we talked more and more. I was glad. I didn't want to lose my
best friend.


"So you really don't like girls?" He eventually asked. "Come on. You know
titties are great." He reached over and punched my arm. I still don't know
why guys do that.


"Na, not in the slightest. I mean they're fine. I just don't have any
desire to do anything with them."


"You would seriously rather put your dick in a guy's ass than fuck a girl?"


"Isn't that what we spent the last thirty minutes talking about?"


"Well, yeah, but come on. I mean, guys shit out their ass. How can that be
a turn on?"


"Oh shut the fuck up. Don't be gross."


"Seriously!"


"I just try not to think about it, okay? And you like girls' asses. What
makes it different?"


"It just... is. I don't know. I guess it isn't. But still man. You're
messed up." I threw my controller at him.


"Kiss my ass."


"I would, but you'd like it too much."


Nothing was said about it for the rest of the evening, which was nice. It
was only when it came time to go to bed that the subject came back up. I
crawled into bed just like I always had, expecting that he would jump in on
the other side. We had always slept in the same bed, and there had never
been anything weird about it.


I noticed him hesitate, though, while looking at the bed.


"Seriously?" He looked up at me, surprised.


"What?"


"Are you really worried about sleeping in the same bed as me?" When he
didn't answer, I almost laughed. "Chett, we have slept in the same bed
together for years now. I was gay the whole time. Don't you think if I was
going to feel you up, I would've done it a long time ago?"


"Well, yeah, but... I don't know man, it just feels weird."


I huffed, pulled the covers up, and rolled over.


"Fine. If you don't wanna sleep in the bed, the floor is all yours."


A couple minutes passed without him making a sound. I could tell he was
really struggling with it, but I didn't feel bad for him. I hadn't raped
him yet, so why start now?


Eventually, he crawled into the bed next to me. I rolled over to look at
him.


"You know I'm not like out to get your dick or anything, right?"


"Yeah. I know. It's just weird still."


"I guess I understand. But you don't have to worry. I'm not gonna rape
you."


"As if you were strong enough for that."


"Hey! Fuck you, I'm plenty strong."


----


Chett left relatively early the next day, saying that he needed to go help
his dad on the farm. I made him promise me twice more that he wouldn't say
anything to anyone. He swore he wouldn't, and I took him at his word.


"Does Chett know?" My mom asked as I walked into the kitchen.


"About what?" The look she gave me said it all. "Oh. I told him last
night."


"Oh! How did that go? Is everything okay? Are you okay?" I just laughed at
her.


"I'm fine mom. He was weird for a minute, but he got over it. I think it's
fine."


"Okay... Well, let me know if you want to talk about it."


"Will do mom!" I bolted from the kitchen, doing my best to avoid any
further conversation on the subject.


I called Buck when I got back to my room and relayed what had gone down
between Chett and I. He was relieved to hear that Chett reacted so well and
was even more relieved that he had promised not to tell anyone.


"What are your plans for New Years?" He asked once the conversation reached
a natural lull.


"Um, not sure. I don't think anything right now."


"Want to go to a party?"


"A party? Whose party?"


"Jessica Franks'. She's having a bunch of people over. She texted me about
it last night." I thought about it for a moment. It could be fun, hanging
out with everyone and drinking. Then a thought occurred to me.


"Do you really want to be seen showing up and leaving together from a
party? I mean, it won't be obvious, but people might think it's a little
weird."


"I guess that's a good point."


"If you still want to go to the party, though, you should! You don't have
to worry about me."


"Na," he said almost immediately, "I'd rather do something with you."


"Well, any ideas?"


"We could get some fireworks, maybe? Shoot them off at the pond?"


"Sounds like a good time. Wanna come back and stay here after?"


"Yeah, that will probably work, let me talk to mama."


"Yeah, I need to talk to mine as well."


"I'll text you when I know something?"


"Sounds good."


I smiled as I hung up the phone. He would rather be with me doing something
than going out with a bunch of other people. It was sweet.


"Hey Dad?" I called as I went down the stairs.


"What's up?" He was in the living room, of course. I swear, if he wasn't
working or in the yard, he was in that recliner.


"Is it okay if I go shoot some fireworks off with Buck tomorrow night?"


"I don't see why not. Where will you guys be?"


"Out at his family's land. There is plenty of it and no one around for a
few miles so we won't bother anyone."


"Yeah, I think that's fine. Take the fire extinguisher from the garage,
though."


"Yeah, good thinking." I paused. "Could Buck stay here after we get back?"


He looked up at me, his mouth tightening into a hard line.


"Lee, I-"


"Please, dad? We won't do anything we shouldn't."


"I don't know, Lee."


"What if he slept down here on the couch?" I could see the gears turning in
his head. If Buck got up and tried to come to my room, he'd have to walk
past their room. "Dad, we won't do anything, I swear."


He just looked at me again.


"Okay. But you're back here by 12, and he sleeps down here. Understood?"


"Yes sir, I understand. Thank you!"


I turned to go back upstairs and passed mom as she made her way into the
living room.


"Someone looks happy." I just smiled and headed up the stairs.


"Yeah," replied Dad, "I'm sure he does."


----


Buck's parents didn't think twice about the arrangement, so everything was
set for the following night. I wasn't particularly happy about Buck having
to sleep on the couch, but there wasn't much I could do about that.


The next evening came quickly. Buck got to the house around 6. Dad helped
me find the fire extinguisher, and together we loaded it and some fire
blankets into the bed of the truck.


"You boys be careful, okay?"


"Yes sir, we will!" Buck replied with a smile.


"I don't want the game warden showing up here pissed because y'all burned
down a bunch of forest." He gave me a stern look but followed it up with a
smile. "Have fun."


"Do you want to stop and grab some food?" Buck asked as we pulled out of my
neighborhood.


"Yeah, I could eat."


We grabbed some burgers at a drive-thru and then headed for the country. It
wasn't particularly cold that evening, but I still had on jeans and an old
hoodie.


"I've got some beer in the back, by the way."


"Where do you get beer from? I never thought to ask."


"One of Todd's buddies still lives in town. I get him to buy for me."


"Well, I'm glad he does!"


"Yeah, me too. Just think, two teenage boys, beer, and fireworks. What
could go wrong?!"


----


The first thing we did when we got to the pond was build a small fire. Once
it was going nicely, we each grabbed a beer and chugged. It was almost
tradition, at that point, to chug the first beer and get well on our way to
a buzz.


"Wanna shoot some off?" He asked, grinning like a kid in a candy store.


"Yeah! Let's do it!"


The first one that we shot off shown bright red as it exploded overhead. It
had a pretty large diameter, too, and really lit up the whole surrounding
area.


"Ha! Nice!" I smiled, watching him run back up to set up another. He really
was so excited about the whole thing; his body language showed it.


We spent the next 45 minutes or so shooting off rocket after rocket. Some
took longer to set up than others, and some shot multiple at the same
time. Buck was in charge of setting them up and shooting them. I didn't
trust myself with something so dangerous. If something went wrong, I didn't
want to be blamed.


It started when he shot off one that lit up gold when it exploded. I was
absentmindedly watching the trails of light as they fell back to earth, not
really paying much attention to what Buck was doing. When I looked back
down, he was standing right beside me.


"Shit!" I nearly shouted. "Damnit, you scared me."


"Sorry," he said laughing, "you just looked so cute that I wanted to come
and do this." He moved in front of me, grabbed my hips, and forcibly kissed
me. We had both had enough to be tipsy, but, even though I was a little out
of it, I remember the whole thing pretty vividly.


We kissed with vigor for several minutes, leaned up against the tailgate of
the truck. His hands never left my hips, and, instead, pulled at the belt
loops of my jeans, causing my cock to grind into his. I nipped at his
bottom lip, causing him to grab and pull even harder. I could feel myself
leaking, just like always, and I knew he was probably in the same state.


He carefully spun us around at one point, such that he was leaning against
the truck, and I was leaning on him. His hands left my hips and slowly
moved backward, coming to rest at the bottom of my back. They stayed there
for a moment, but, eventually, he moved them down to my ass.


And... well... let's just say, I enjoyed it.


He used both hands to grip, taking a cheek in each hand. I immediately
moaned at him grabbing my ass. Even through my jeans, the feeling was
amazing. He kneaded my butt for a little while, pushing and pulling my
cheeks. Every time he pulled them apart, I could feel my hole stretch just
a little. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt.


"Damn, I can't believe I've waited this long to get a good feel of your
ass." He whispered. "It feels so good."


He moved his right hand up and under my tshirt. He rubbed my back a little
before running his hand down and under my jeans. His hand against my bare
ass was incredible. He used pretty much the same motion, except this time,
he was closer to my ass crack.


"Fuck, Lee, you've got a nice ass. My dick is so hard." I reached down to
undo his pants. His dick sprung out when I pulled them down, proving his
words correct.


"Pull yours down, too." He commanded. I did as I was told. Our dicks fought
one another as we continued to kiss. His hands were all over my ass,
pulling and pushing my cheeks apart. The cool night air hit my hole,
causing me to shiver. The fire we had going was enough to keep us from
freezing, though, even with our pants pulled down.


"Do you care if I..." he brought his hand to my ass crack and lightly ran
his fingers over the edge of it.


"Go for it." He pushed with a little more force and his fingers dug deeper
in, getting closer and closer to the sweet spot. I have a moderate amount
of hair back there, and I could feel his fingers pushing through
it. Finally, he bottomed out, and began to trace his hand up and down. Each
time he touch my hole, I felt like I was in heaven.


"Turn around." I turned around carefully, not wanting to trip over the
pants around my ankles. "Shit, that's so nice Lee." He reached out and
cupped a cheek in each hand, giving them a little bounce. "Damn... will you
bend over a little?"


I bent forward a little bit, and my ass poked out at him. He took his hands
and spread my cheeks, exposing my hairy hole to his view and the chilly
air. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so turned on. Buck was
admiring my asshole while I slowly stroked my cock. It was a fantasy come
true.


He ran one thumb up and down over my hole, pressing lightly each time he
came to it. Once, he lingered for a bit too long, pushing with a little
more force. I moaned loudly, not knowing how to control what I was feeling.


Out of nowhere, it seemed, he let go of my ass and sat back against the
truck. I stood up and turned. He was jacking his dick, the stupid lopsided
grin on his face.


"Did you like that?" I asked, trying to flirt.


"I loved it. I can't even tell you how beautiful your ass is."


"Glad you like it." I propped up against the truck as well and continued
stroking.


"I don't think I've ever told you, but I have this thing for butts. They
turn me on like nothing else. Whenever I watch porn, that's all I want to
see."


"Well," I mused, "you can look at mine and touch mine anytime you want."


He continued smiling and leaned over to kiss me.


"Do you think we could try something else?" The question was playful,
flirtatious.


"What did you have in mind?"


"Feel free to say no, but I've always wanted to lick a guy's ass." It
caught me a little off guard, but not by much. I'd seen guys eat ass in
porn plenty of times. It was just part of the process, in my mind. I didn't
expect Buck to want to do it, though. It seemed a little taboo.


"It sounds hot," I started, "but..."


"But what?"


"I'm not sure how clean I am back there." I was somewhat embarrassed, but I
didn't want him to lick my ass if it wasn't clean. Chett's words were still
ringing in my ear.


"Oh." He looked down at his feet for a moment, appearing to think
hard. "When was the last time to showered?"


"About an hour before you picked me up."


"When was the last time you took a crap?"


"This morning."


"Then it should be fine. Can I please?" He looked at me, and I could tell
he was silently willing me to let him.


"Buck, I just don't want you to try it and not like it because I'm not
super clean."


"Lee, please. I'm telling you it'll be clean enough."


I thought about it again for a minute. If his fingers back there were any
indication, it would feel great. But it was such an intimate place. Such an
intimate, dirty place. How could I let someone put their mouth there?


I looked over, and he was still giving me puppy dog eyes. I felt so
conflicted, yet I knew I couldn't say no to him.


"Okay, yeah you can try it. Just... I don't know. If it's not clean, don't
do it."


He didn't even say anything, just grabbed my hand and pulled me behind
him. He led me over to the backdoor of the truck, opened it, and instructed
me to lie down on my back.


"Put your feet up on the door frame and scoot your ass out." He grabbed my
hips and helped me adjust. I felt so exposed, but, somehow, incredibly
turned on. Exposing myself like this to Buck. He had me in a vulnerable
place.


"Oh my God." I picked my head up to look at him. Through my upturned legs,
I could see him staring down at my bare ass. "You're so sexy." He said
looking up at me.


I felt his hands touch my ass and pull it apart even further than it
already was. He hesitated for a moment before crouching down, putting his
face level with my butt.


"Remember, if it's not clean enough don't-"


He didn't even let me finish the sentence. His tongue found the bottom of
my ass crack and licked all the way up. The words caught in my mouth, hung
up in the pleasure that radiated through my entire body.


He honed in on my hole, flicking his tongue back and forth over it. Every
so often, he widen out his tongue and did a couple passes over my entire
trench. I whimpered each time he passed over my hole. The feeling was so
good, so intense that I had no other option.


I finally pulled my legs down from the door frame and, using my hands,
pulled them back toward my chest. This opened me up further, allowing him
to explore deeper. I felt his mouth at my hole once again. This time, he
applied pressure with his tongue, sinking deeper into the intimate place.


I immediately began jacking my cock. There was no way I could avoid it any
longer; his tongue pushing into my ass created a feeling that only
intensified when I touched myself.


"This is unlike anything else." Buck announced as he pulled his face back.


"Oh don't stop, please." I begged. His tongue was an integral part of how I
wanted to get off. Without it, it felt like a piece of a dynamic duo was
missing. My hole felt, dare I say, empty.


He shoved himself back in, pushing as deep as he could. His entire face was
buried in my ass. It only took a few more seconds, a few more violent jerks
of my hand, a few more gasped breaths.


I don't have any clue if I made a noise that night when I came. I'm sure I
did. I'm sure it sounded completely nonhuman. I was too focused on my
orgasm, though, for anything else to register. If this was sex, well, I was
hooked.


As I came back down, I realized Buck was grunting into my ass. I couldn't
see anything except the top of his head, but it seemed like he was jacking
off. Sure enough, a couple seconds later I could hear a long, drawn out
"fuck" coming from between my ass cheeks.


Eventually, he stood up, softening dick still in his hand.


"When you came, your ass started clenching around my tongue. It was so hot,
I just couldn't wait to blow my load."


I sat up slowly, still feeling the effect of the intense orgasm. He leaned
in to kiss me, and I complied without thinking about it. Only when I tasted
myself on his lips did I realize what I was doing. I pulled back quickly.


"What?" He asked, eyes opening in confusion.


"I can taste myself. My ass." Sure, it was my own ass, but I still didn't
know how to feel about it.


"Oh," he said, looking down, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you would be able
to."


"It's fine. I just still don't know how I feel about it. I mean it felt
great. Super great. It's just... I don't know. It's my ass." He started
laughing.


"Yeah, yeah, you keep saying that. I didn't have a problem with it,
though."


"Well, I'm glad you didn't. You can do it again whenever you want." A
devilish smile appeared on his face.


"Whenever I want?"


"Whenever you want."


"You, my friend, just got yourself into trouble."


----


We rolled into my driveway at 11:55. We waited in the truck until the clock
struck 12, kissed to bring in the New Year, and then ran inside. Dad was
waiting in his recliner, per usual. Mom must've already been in bed.


"Have a good time boys? Didn't set the world on fire right? I don't need
the fire chief showing up at my door tomorrow." We laughed and assured him
that, though we had a good time, the world was not on fire. "Good. I'm
gonna head to bed, just wanted to wait up and make sure y'all got home
safe. Your mom lay a blanket and pillow on the couch for Buck."


"Please tell her I said thank you." Buck said smiling.


"Will do." He stood up and stretched before heading to their room. "And
boys?" He turned to look at us. "No funny business."


"Yes sir." I replied, doing my best to keep a serious look on my face.


"I guess I had better head upstairs and get into bed." I said after dad was
out of earshot.


"Yeah. Guess so." I leaned over to kiss him, glad to know that he was
staying at the house. Even though we weren't going to be in the same bed,
it was nice to know he'd be there in the morning when I woke up.


"Oh, by the way," I called as I walked to the stairs. "You should probably
brush your teeth. Your breath smells like ass."


----


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