Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2018 13:04:52 -0500
From: Derek Ross <48deekross@gmail.com>
Subject: Buck - Chapter 7 Part 2

Hey guys! Here is a little part 2 for Chapter 7 of this story. It's much
shorter than the normal chapters. It is also completely nonessential for
the story. It explores a kinkier side of the relationship between Buck and
Lee. I don't want to give any spoilers, so that is all I will say. If you
are a fairly vanilla person, please just wait for Chapter 8. If you start
reading and find yourself feeling uncomfortable, please stop reading. This
is not meant to offend anyone! All in all, I hope those of you who read
this part of the story like it. As always, 48deekross@gmail.com is my email
if you want to write me!


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The next morning, Buck stirred before I did, but it really didn't take much
for one of us to wake the other in the small twin bed. I was turned toward
the wall, and I woke as he wrapped one arm around me. He ground his crotch
into my ass.


"Good morning." He growled into my ear.


"Morning." I yawned in response. My own pecker was very hard, owing to the
load of piss stored up behind it.


"Wanna help me get rid of this?" He nuzzled my neck as he ground his cock
into me again, trying to find the mark of my hole.


I just laughed at him.


"So I couldn't get it in last night, but you can this morning?"


"Basically."


"Well, that's not quite fair."


His only response was a whimper in my ear.


"Sure, yeah, fine, whatever. But not with my ass. I'll blow you." I moved
to flip over so that I could access his crotch. Before I could lean down,
though, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into a kiss. His morning
breath was fierce; the beer from the night before was really kicking. I
tried to pull back, but he didn't let me. He pushed his tongue into my
mouth and held me tightly by the neck. I did my best to kiss back.


When he was finally done with that, he pushed me downward toward his
crotch.


"God I need this Lee. Make it a good one baby."


"I'll do my best."


I got down between his legs and shimmied his boxers down, watching as his
hard meat flopped back up toward his stomach. I took his balls in my mouth,
using my hand to slowly jack him as I sucked his sack.


"Yeah, take my balls, bitch," he groaned. "I bet you can still taste the
sweat from last night. But you love it, don't you? Love my sweaty nutsack."


He was really getting into it, which turned me on a great deal. I loved
when he got nice and verbal, and I think being slightly hungover was only
adding to how horny he felt.


I quickly moved from his balls up to his dick and took it in my
mouth. Almost as soon as I started bobbing up and down in earnest, he
reached down and pulled the covers up over me. I moved to pick my head up
to ask what he was doing, but he grabbed my head before I could.


"Don't stop. Just a little fantasy of mine to be blown by someone under the
covers. Keep sucking."


I did as I was told. He didn't let go of my head and continued to give me
commands. It began to get hot under the covers, but I figured he wouldn't
last much longer.


It was about the time that I had this thought that the situation took a
turn. I was on the downward thrust when Buck caught my head, hard, and kept
me down with my lips around the base of his cock. This, obviously, meant
the end of his dick was in my throat. I gagged slightly at the sudden stop
but recovered quickly. He moved his other hand to the top of my head, using
both of them to force me down. I couldn't quite understand what he was
doing until I felt him tense.


I'd felt him tense like that before, many times. I instantly though "No, it
can't be that," but I was quickly proven wrong.


With me trapped under the covers, mouth wrapped around his cock, Buck
ripped a massive fart. I instinctively jumped to get away, but his powerful
arms held me in place.


"You're not going anywhere. God that felt good coming out. And it's gonna
feel even better when you keep sucking." He let up on the pressure a
little, allowing my head to rise some. As I came off of his dick, I
involuntarily pulled in a large breath through my nose.


I regretted it immediately. His gas had nowhere to go, except into my
nose. It was a pretty powerful smell, the kind of fart that really lingers
for a while. I gagged a bit, again, prompting laughter from Buck.


"Yeah, I bet that's pretty bad. Damn beer farts. It felt so good coming
out, though."


I wanted to scream at him. What the fuck was he doing? This wasn't hot,
this wasn't sexy. How was he getting off to this?! I tried again to pull my
mouth off of his meat so that I could yell at him, but he wouldn't let
me. He still had a firm grip on my head, holding me on his cock. Holding me
under the covers with his rank, almost putrid gas.


"Like I said, you aren't going anywhere. This is my fantasy, and it feels
fucking good. Keep sucking."


I had little else to do but obey. Each time I went down, though, I
gagged. Between the smell and his head pushing into my throat, my body
couldn't handle it. I really think he was getting off on it, though, in
some fucked up way.


My mind was working furiously the entire time, trying to come up with some
way to get out of there. The only thought that really came to mind was
biting down on him, but I didn't want to do that. As gross as the situation
was, I didn't want to hurt him. I'm not sure that he really cared whether
or not he hurt me, though, as he kept slamming me back down to the base of
his cock.


After a couple minutes of the torture, I felt him raise the cover a little
with one hand, making sure to keep the other on my head. I looked up and
could see him looking down at me.


"Wow, damn that's rank. I love it though. Don't you love it, too?" I tried
my best to indicate that I did not, but he just laughed. "Of course you
do. I know you've been wanting this. You love smelling my old underwear,
and this is even better."


He let the cover fall, and I felt him tense again. This time, the fart was
rather long and silent, which I knew had to be bad. Sure enough, it was
more potent than the last. I gagged again, feeling slobber and phlegm
falling from my mouth and nose.


"Damn, that one came out hot. Fucking beer, Lee, always kills my stomach."


I continued to suck, really hoping that things would be over soon so that I
could have fresh air. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. He had
never expressed interest in it, so I was very thrown off.


I felt him tense again. This time, before he farted, he pushed me down as
far as he could on his cock. This one was another silent one, but he
remained tense even after the gas escaped his ass.


"Fuck, oh God I'm gonna nut." He started forcing me up and down very
roughly. Slobber and spittle were basically flying, and the new stench was
mixing in with the old. "Oh fuck, swallow my load bitch." He pumped my head
hard and, with one last, loud grunt, began to pump his load into my mouth.


It was bitter. The beer, in addition to making his gas terrible, also made
his cum taste pretty bad. I swallowed anyway.


He calmed down over a minute or so and finally let me off of his dick.


"What the fuck?!" I yelled as I threw the covers off. He was very obviously
still in post-orgasm bliss, but I was not too happy.


"What?"


"What?! You just fucking trapped me in a fart dungeon and made me blow
you. I think that's what."


"It's called a Dutch oven. Though I kinda like the fart dungeon thing."


"I don't give a fuck. What the fuck was that?!"


"I told you, fantasy of mine." He kinda shrugged and gave me a half smile.


"That's fucked up, Buck." I moved to climb down, making it clear that I
wanted nothing to do him. He grabbed me, though, and, being bigger than me,
pulled my writhing body back toward him. He wrapped me in his arms and
wouldn't let me go, despite my protests.


"I'm serious Buck, fucking let me go!"


"Lee, listen to me."


"What the fuck, no! Let me go!" It was quite evident that I was not going
to get away from him, but I didn't really care.


"Lee-"


"Just let me go, I don't want to hear it!"


"Listen to me, dumbass." He said as he pinched one of my nipples. I felt
exasperated with him, but there wasn't much else I could do.


"Fine, what?"


"I can't help what gets me off. I know it's weird. I know I should've told
you. But you wouldn't have gone along with it if I had told you."


"You don't know that."


"Would you have?"


"I don't know. Probably not. Maybe." I hadn't even thought about it up
until that point. Would I have gone along with it if he'd told me? My gut
instinct was to say no, but it was Buck. I had a hard time saying no to
him. "It was pretty terrible, but I think that's what you were going for,
wasn't it?"


"A little." He laughed. "I like the way my farts smell. Don't know why you
don't."


"You know damn well why I don't." He just kept laughing. "Don't worry,
though, I'll get you back."


"Not gonna be a problem with me." I turned sharply to look at him.


"What?"


"It won't bother me. It'll turn me on actually."


I eyed him carefully. I couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious.


"Seriously?"


"Yeah."


"Like, no joke?"


"Seriously. It would get my rocks off."


"Why? I mean, you've gotta admit it's pretty gross."


He lay quietly for a minute before finally responding.


"Yeah, I know. I'm not sure what it is. I think it's just so wrong that it
really gets me going. I'm not sure. I think it's a really manly thing, to
fart and not care, or to fart and force someone else to endure it. Just
seems so masculine and primal. Kind of like how we fuck when we haven't
done it in a few days."


It made sense, I suppose.


"So, you'll get turned on if I make you smell my gas?"


"Yeah, but don't do it just because I want you to. I know it's weird, and I
don't want you to feel weird." When I didn't respond, he continued. "Are
you judging me for it?"


I had to think hard about my answer. It was a pretty weird fetish, and I
wasn't quite sure how to handle it.


"No, I don't think so. But it is a new thought for me. I mean, I'm
obviously gonna help you get off in any way that I can. I just don't
know... this is a new one."


"Well," he said giving me a squeeze, "don't worry about it until you feel
comfortable. Just know that I haven't cum that hard in a while."


"I'm glad, because that was absolutely foul."


"Oh come on, you know they smell great."


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