Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2003 17:24:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: Road Work part 2

"The Dream"

The Usual stuff here.  If you don't want to read about
hot gay sex, then go somewhere else.  The names have
been changed to protect the wanton.  This is a work of
Gay Fiction any similarity to real life is purely
coincidental (unfortunately).  If you like my stories
let me know.
Dante-


Kyle pulled up to the small farm house and waited in
the drive. The engine of his pickup wasn't idling too
smoothly and the whole rig vibrated.  "Where the hell
is Buck?"  he thought to himself.  They had talked on
the phone last night, the first time since the pond
incident.  Buck's truck was busted again and he needed
a lift to the job site.  Kyle was glad to pick him up;
he was confused about Buck's behavior since that day
three weeks ago.  He had avoided Kyle and was distant
when Kyle tried to joke with him as they always had.
Secretly he was still hoping that their encounter at
the pond would happen again.  Buck had never said
anything about it afterward, but his change toward
Kyle could be traced back to it.  Kyle had suggested
another swim once but Buck had just shrugged and said
he didn't think he wanted to.  Kyle had let it go, and
tried not to think about it but whenever he would look
at Buck's butt clad in tight worn jeans his dick would
spring to life.  He wasn't an analytical person by
nature.  To Kyle if it felt good he wasn't gonna
question it too close.  He wouldn't admit to himself
that what they had shared was in the least "queer",
just two buds needing some relief.  He could feel his
dick getting hard just thinking about Buck.

"Well hell!"  Kyle said to himself as he swung the
door open and got out of the truck.  He could see the
empty garage and Buck's pickup alongside it with
engine parts pilled on the fender under the open hood.
 Buck's dad must be gone to work.  Buck's mother had
pasted away last year.  Kyle walked up on the porch,
the front door was open and only the screen door was
closed.  Kyle tested the screen and found it unlocked.
 He knocked on the screen and waited, the sounds
echoing in the dark house.

Kyle and Buck had been friends for nearly their whole
lives.  Their fathers worked at the same mill and
farmed in their spare time.  They had grown up
together working in each others tobacco and hay fields
as the families were close.  Kyle and Buck's
friendship had cooled after graduation as they went
their different ways.  Buck had went to college
initially after high school, but had dropped out after
his mom died.  Since then they had worked together
with the road construction company in the summer and
lived on their unemployment in the winter.

Kyle opened the screen door and hollered into the
house, "Hey Buck, rides here!"  He waited holding the
screen door open.  He wondered if Buck had changed his
mind and rode into town with his dad.  He decided he'd
better check so he walked on in letting the screen
door bang against the door frame as it closed.  His
boots clicked on the linoleum as he went down the hall
toward the back of the house and up the stairs from
the kitchen.  He turned the corner of the stairs and
could look into Buck's room.  Buck was laying on his
back spread eagle snoring faintly with only a thin
sheet covering his hips.  Kyle walked on up the stairs
staring at Buck.  He quickly noticed that Buck had a
hard on and started to get hard himself.  His mouth
was dry as he looked at his friends beautiful body,
the deeply tanned chest that got harder and more
defined as the summer went on, and the trail of brown
hair that started at his navel and disappeared beneath
the sheet.  Buck had his right hand tucked beneath the
pillow and his armpit was completely exposed.  Kyle
drank in the sight of the dark brown thatch of hair
that curled in there.  He could smell Buck's personal
odor in the room, he squeezed his throbbing dick.   He
knew he needed to wake Buck up or they would be late
for work, but he couldn't take his eyes off the tented
sheet.  He shook himself mentally and then put his
foot on the corner of Buck's bed and shook it.  "Buck,
wake the fuck up, or we're gonna be late!"

Buck was lying on his back in a warm dark place, then
the dream shifted and he was floating on his back in
cool water.  A hand was slowly traveling up his thigh
from his knee.  He could feel warm breath on his
hardening dick.  Slowly he looked down and recognized
the top of Kyle's head and he felt lips touch the
underside of his aching dick and sighed with the
sensation.  Then the dream changed again and Kyle was
yelling at him and the water was rippling around them.

"What the fuck?"  Buck said groggily.   He
instinctively reached a hand down to cover his dick.

"Get up we are gonna be late!"  Kyle said again

Buck slowly looked around and then realized what was
going on, "Shit!" he said.  Throwing off the sheet and
sitting up.

Kyle stared at the 8 inches of hard cock that was
standing at attention but then turned his back as Buck
stood up.

"Let me get my pants on Kyle, and we're out of here.
Kyle went down the stairs and through the kitchen,
Buck's dad had left the coffee on so Kyle poured Buck
some in a cup he found after rummaging around in the
cabinet.  He heard Buck continuing to swear as he
fumbled around upstairs then he heard Buck banging
down the stairs at a run.  He met Buck at the foot of
the stairs and handed him the cup of coffee, then went
on through and out the front door with Buck at his
heels.  They quickly got into the pickup and Kyle
floored the accelerator and threw gravel all the way
out the lane.  They made it to work with a minute to
spare.  Bossman was waiting for them.

"Where you two been?  I about decided you all had
figured on laying out today.  We got to get going.
Buck you drive the lowboy over to town and get that
outside tire fixed then go on to Joppa and pick up
that front end loader we got over at the shop there.
Kyle I guess you get to go with him as Emil has called
in sick again and Buck'll need help loading that bear
dog. When you get it loaded up bring it on over to the
site.  I don't have to tell you boys not to be killin
no time today, we got three out sick and that jobs
gotta be done by Friday."

Buck nodded at Bossman and Kyle said "Sure Bossman."

Bossman watched them as he followed them out of the
office door.  He liked Buck and thought he was a real
worker but that Kyle was kindly shiftless as they say.

Buck and Kyle went around to the back, the crew was
already gone to the site and Bossman was pulling out
in the pickup.  Kyle swung up into the cab of the Mac
and slammed the door closed.  Buck was walking around
the trailer looking at the tires and checking out the
connection to the truck.  Kyle watched him in the
mirror as Buck checked the brake lines and slowly
unzipped his jeans.  Kyle watched in fascination as
Buck fished his dick out, the piss starting almost
immediately.  He hadn't used the restroom before they
left he was in such a hurry.  The piss stream lasted
for a long time and Buck let the stream make patterns
on the tires of the truck.  Kyle could feel his dick
get hard watching Buck slide his fingers up and down
his dick.  Kyle's hand strayed to the tight bulge in
his jeans and shifted it to make room.  He watched as
Buck shook the last drops off the head and zipped up.


Buck turned, looked up and caught Kyle turning his
head quickly away.  Buck felt that warm breath from
the dream again.  He climbed up into the cab and
started the big diesel up.  Kyle furtively watched the
bulge in Buck's jeans as he shifted gears on the truck
and maneuvered it onto the highway.  They talked about
the usual stuff as they made their way through town
and out to the tire center.  Buck and Kyle got out of
the cab and went into the office and talked with the
guys there, they made themselves at home around a beat
up television in the waiting room while the truck tire
was getting fixed.  The waiting room was deserted this
early in the morning, Kyle asked Buck if he wanted
coffee as he poured himself a cup and dumped sugar in
it.  Buck nodded and Kyle handed him the cup.  They
watched the news in silence while they sipped from
their cups.

Kyle said, "Buck what's up with you, man, you act like
I got kewddies or something."

Buck looked at his friend and laughed as he hadn't
heard Kyle use that expression since they were kids,
but he could see the worry there.  He didn't know how
to explain his feelings to Kyle as they were directly
concerned with him.  Buck couldn't get the encounter
at the pond out of his mind.  Initially he had just
kinda ignored it but by that evening he was worried.
He couldn't get the feel of Kyle's hand on his dick
out of his mind yet everytime he thought of it his
upbringing told him it was wrong.  He relived over and
over the feel of Kyle's muscular butt and the tight
foreskin that had wrapped his cock head.  He would
jack off thinking about it then be disgusted with
himself.  He didn't think of himself as "gay" or
"queer" but he didn't know what else to call what they
had done.  Most of all he couldn't get past wanting to
do it again.  Kyle had asked him to go swimming once
after that day and he had cut him off.  Afraid that
Kyle would think he was queer for him, even though he
was starting to suspect he was.  The worst part was
Buck couldn't talk to anyone about it.  He sure
couldn't talk to his dad and he didn't know how to
talk to Kyle about it, so he had kept his distance
from him but he didn't realize it was hurting Kyle
until now.

Buck looked at Kyle and said, "Sorry dude I just got a
lot on my mind right now.  I'm not mad at you or
anything."

Kyle saw the fear and something else in Buck's face
and said "It's ok man, I understand.  I just thought
maybe I'd done something to upset you.  You're my best
friend we been through a lot together.  Just didn't
want to mess that up.  You know you can talk to me
about anything, don't you?"

Buck smiled at Kyle and said, "Why would I want to
talk to a dick head like you, Kyle?" and laughed.

Kyle gave Buck the finger and said, "Fuck you Buck,
you fuck!"  Buck could see the fear and worry leave
Kyle's face and felt a weight lift off himself.

They waited for about an hour and then, with the tire
fixed they got back in the truck and Buck headed it
down the road to the next town to pick up the
equipment.
Kyle said, "So what's eating you Buck, something wrong
with you and your dad?"  Kyle knew that Buck's dad was
a drinker and had really hit the stuff since Buck's
mom had died.  Buck had come over to Kyle's once last
winter,  late at night and threw pebbles up to Kyle's
window until he had woke up and opened the window so
Buck could climb up, Buck had never said anything
other than he needed a place to crash.  Kyle's folks
hadn't said anything about Buck showing up at
breakfast or about the cut lip and puffed up eye but
later Kyle's dad had given Buck a door key and told
him to use it anytime.  Kyle remembered how Buck had
dropped his head and mumbled his thanks.  He also
remembered how he had overheard his Dad tell his Mom
that Buck's dad had shown up to work that day with a
shiner of his own and thought it served him right.
"Buck's a good kid and Frank ought to know that Jen
dying hurt him too.  But all he can do is go get drunk
and try and take it out on Buck." Kyle's Dad had said.

Kyle was choked up at the thought that Frank Carter
could be beating up on Buck again although it didn't
look like it.  "You still got that key ?" Kyle asked
quietly.

Buck stared out the front windshield and said, "Ah it
isn't like that, Kyle.  Dad's been staying pretty
sober lately, he misses Mom so bad it's the only way
he knows to get by.  I'll never forget your Dad for
giving me that door key.  Made it seem like I wasn't
trapped anymore.  You're lucky to have a Dad like
that.  No I just got to work through some stuff of my
own, Kyle."
The silence between them continued for awhile both
lost in their own thoughts but the atmosphere was more
relaxed.  Kyle watched the scenery go by and soon they
were pulling into the equipment yard.  They went into
the office and were told where the loader was.  Buck
signed the receipt and they went and loaded the
equipment up.

They were back in the cab and driving back the way
they had come.  Kyle spent the rest of the day with
Buck and by the evening when they climbed into Kyle's
truck, he felt like they were almost back to normal.
Kyle asked Buck what was left to do on his truck, and
Buck told him he needed to put a new head gasket on.
Kyle offered to help and they stopped and got burgers
on the way home.  They spent the evening under the
hood of his truck and by 10:00 they were wore out and
greasy, but the truck was running again.

They were sitting on Buck's front porch watching the
lightening bugs when Buck said, "You want to clean up
before you head home Kyle?"

Kyle said, "Too bad that pond ain't here cause I could
sure use it."  Looking over at Buck he saw him
stiffened up and turned away.  Not wanting to ruin the
renewed feeling between them Kyle said quickly, "Dude
I'm sorry, don't go getting all upset.  I'm sorry
about what happened at the pond, Buck.  I didn't mean
to embarrass you or anything.  It just happened..." his
voiced trailed off, not knowing how to express his
feelings.

Buck didn't say anything for a while he glanced over
and met Kyle's eyes.  He didn't know how he was going
to explain himself but he knew for Kyle's sake he was
going to try.
"I don't know if I'm sorry it happened or not, Kyle.
That's kind of my problem.  I have thought and thought
about it and can't forget about it.  You know my Dad,
he would as soon kill me as know what happened out
there, but I ..think I liked it, Kyle.  It is eating
me up, I don't know about things anymore.  About me,
Kyle, me."

Kyle felt a warm rush through his body as he realized
that that was why Buck had been acting so strange.
Then he realized what Buck was trying to say.
"Buck...I...liked it too.  I been thinking about it also,
maybe...I don't know... hoping we could do it again.  But
you were acting so cold to me like I'd made you mad or
something.  I don't want to mess up our friendship is
all.  You know me bud, I don't think to far past my
own nose.  That's what gets me in trouble.   It's just
something that happened."

Buck sighed then said, "Kyle I'm afraid I'm queer or
something.  It was just so different from the times I
had been with a girl.  More intense...better I guess.  I
feel like my worlds been turned upside down.  What am
I going to do?"

Kyle was quiet for a moment then he reached over and
covered Buck's hand with his own and said, "You think
too much Buck.  If you want to be queer, you can be,
I'll still be your friend.  I don't know, maybe I am
too.  It felt good, so why sweat it.  It's not like
you are going to start sucking every guy on the job or
nothing.  We've known each other all our fucking
lives.  You remember Billy Joe Turner telling us about
jacking off with Kevin in 9th grade?  Same shit, man."

Buck felt tears sting his eyes then the warm touch
spread and he felt his dick harden.  He slowly turned
his hand over and let his fingertips find Kyle's.
"Can we try it again, Kyle?  You don't hate me?" Buck
whispered.

For an answer Kyle moved his hand to Buck's thigh, he
slowly let his hand glide up the denim that was
stretched tight over Buck's muscular thigh until he
reached a bulge that jerked as his hand touched it.
Buck took Kyle's hand and squeezed it around his
aching crotch and sighed.  Slowly Kyle leaned into
Buck and pressed his chest along Buck's arm, he put
his head close in by Buck's neck and with his lips
partly open tasted Buck's neck and slowly started
moving up to his jaw. "You are so fucking hot, dude."
Kyle whispered against Buck's neck.  All the hair on
Buck's body stood on end and he moaned, let his head
lean back and squeezed Kyle's hand even tighter around
his now dripping dick.  Kyle, emboldened by Buck's
moan of pleasure, removed his lips and looked into
Buck's blue eyes their lips were just a fraction of an
inch apart.  Both paused spooked by what they were
feeling.  Then Buck slowly met Kyle's lips with his
own, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked Kyle's lower
lip into his mouth.  Buck's hand moved into Kyle's
crotch and found it hard and throbbing.  Buck's dick
jerked and he knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum if we don't slow down, man."  Buck
said.

Kyle in answer moved his head down and started sucking
on Buck's nipples as he unbuttoned his pants.  Buck
leaned back letting him do whatever he wanted as long
as he didn't stop.  Buck was warm all over and he
moaned as Kyle freed his hard dick from the denim.

Kyle stroked Buck's throbbing 8 inch dick and touched
the piss slit that had a pearl of precum with his
tongue.  Buck moaned even louder and then Kyle took it
into his mouth.  Buck's hip pressed upwards forcing
his shaft deep into Kyle's mouth.

"Oh man, Oh yeah!"  Buck said

Kyle felt his own dick jerking like he was going to
shoot anytime.  He wanted to taste Buck's cream.  He
looked up at Buck and took his mouth off his friends
dick long enough to say, "I want to taste your cum,
man."

Then he started slowly bobbing his head up and down
Buck's shaft.  Buck stiffened and moaned then said,
"Here it comes, Kyle, Oh yeah!"

Kyle felt Buck's dick thicken and then he felt the hot
stream squirt into his throat.  He moaned with passion
as Buck's hot salty goo filled his mouth.  When Buck
had quit, Kyle moved his mouth off his dick and looked
into Buck's eyes again and again Buck kissed Kyle
tasting his own jism on his friends lips.

"Did I do it ok Buck?" Kyle said sheepishly.

Buck nodded and started unbuttoning Kyle's jeans and
felt his dick spring up into the night air.  The
precum made the pucker of foreskin glisten in the
moonlight.  He slowly pulled the foreskin back
releasing Kyle's head, then slowly bent over and took
it into his mouth.  Kyle hissed and said "Oh God, Buck
I'm close."

Buck could taste the musky flavor of Kyle's cock and
slowly worked down the shaft until his nose was buried
in the black pubes.  Kyle gently placed his hand on
the back of Buck's head and felt the prickle of the
buzzed hair.  He rocked his hips slowly feeling Buck's
mouth work on his head.  He felt the pressure shooting
up from his nuts, "Buck I'm cumming!"

Buck took as much of his lover's dick into his mouth
as he could, Kyle's hand tensed on the back of his
neck and then the ropes of cum spilled into his mouth.
 The salty slick taste was awesome and he tried
swallowing it but there was just too much.  Some of it
leaked onto his checks.  When Kyle was finished he
pulled Buck up to him, and licked his own cum off his
lover's face.

They rested for a while with Buck's head on Kyle's
shoulder.  Then Kyle said, "You still my friend,
Buck?"

Buck looked at Kyle and said, "I guess we're more than
friends now, Kyle." And laid his head back down on his
shoulder.

Kyle softly petted Buck's check with his hand.  "This
sounds pretty queer Buck, but I think I love you."

"I guess I'm queer too, cause I love you too Kyle."
Buck whispered and rubbed his check against Kyle's
hand.  "It felt good, Kyle.  I'm not going to sweat it
anymore, dude."

To be Continued...