Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2003 09:43:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: Road Work part 3

The Usual...Hot Gay Sex ahead.  Go elsewhere if
offended and/or a minor or it's illegal to read such
things in your repressive society.  The names and
events are fictitious.  If anyone knows someone like
either of these two, please introduce me!
Dante-

They sat quietly for awhile basking in the afterglow
of their encounter.  Then Kyle kissed Buck long and
hard and asked if he could spend the night.  Buck had
wanted that so bad he ached but knew his Dad would be
home soon.  In fact should have already been home.  He
had said, "God, Kyle I wish you could, but Dad should
have already been home and he's likely to be wasted by
this time.  You better go on home.  We'll try and talk
tomorrow at work."

Buck stood on the porch in the deepening night and
watched the tail lights of Kyle's truck disappear down
the lane.  He went into the house and showered then
went up to bed, leaving a light on for his dad.

Kyle was on top of him, his weight pressed him into
the mattress and he could feel Kyle's breath on his
dick. He shifted his weight and moaned as Kyle's
tongue touched the pucker under the head.  Suddenly a
beeping started in time with Kyle's tongue it was
breaking his concentration, he was so close...

Buck jerked awake and rolled over and hit the alarm.
It fell to the floor but at least it had stopped.  His
cock was aching from the dream and piss that needed to
be let out.  He thought about jacking off but decided
to save it for tonight.   He dressed slowly thinking
again about last night and went downstairs and used
the bathroom.  His dick was still hard but he managed
to piss anyway.  He shaved, brushed his teeth and went
into the kitchen.  The coffee pot was off and looking
down the hall he could see that the light was still
on.   "Guess he slept in the truck last night."  Buck
thought.  He poured water into the coffee maker and
added grounds to the basket.  Then dropped a couple
slices of bread into the toaster and set the timer.
He wandered to the front door and looked out of the
screen toward the garage.  He could see the garage
door was still open and his Dad's truck wasn't in
there.  Buck started to get worried, but decided that
maybe his Dad had been too drunk to drive home or
worse been picked up by the law.  His Dad had told him
day before yesterday that there was talk of a lay off
so he may have been laid off and was over celebrating.
 Buck went back through to the kitchen and finished up
his breakfast.  He poured a travel mug of coffee and
went to work.

He ran into Kyle first thing and felt warm all over
when he saw him.  Kyle waved from across the parking
lot but went on into the office.  "He's being smarter
than I am," Buck thought, "I better learn to act like
nothing has happened or we will get caught." Taking
his cue from Kyle, Buck walked into the office and the
rest of the crew nodded or said their good mornings
some joked.  Buck had to keep telling himself that to
them this was just another day.  Kyle was at the back
of the group, but Buck could feel his eyes penetrating
him.

Kyle said, "Morning, Buck, you fuck."

"Morning, shithead" Buck said and smiled at him.  Buck
could feel his dick stir at the sight of him.

Mike Connor said, "Did you boys see that State Trooper
go shooting out of town, he was goin like a bat outta
hell towards Tyner."

Buck said, "Yeah he was coming out my way, I passed
him out at Jericho road.  Must have been a wreck or
something."

Boss-man came out of the office and told everyone what
they were doing that day.  Buck was needed to haul
gravel so he went out of the office and started toward
the trucks.

Kyle came out of the office after him and said, "Hey
Buck, wait up.  In a hurry?"

Buck slowed so Kyle could catch up with him, "Hey
Kyle, just gonna drive a truck, what'd you get to do
today?"  Buck said.

Kyle smiled, "I get to roll that gravel you're gonna
deliver.  We could eat lunch together.  That is if you
want to."

Buck swerved toward Kyle to avoid a barrel and brushed
Kyle's hand and said quietly, "I'd like to eat
something with you, but not necessarily lunch, dude."

"You got that right, man.  Last night was great."
Kyle replied in a whisper.  Kyle moved on toward the
crew truck that was loading up with men.

Buck got up in his truck and started her up.  He fell
in line behind the other trucks that were leaving for
the quarry and drove in a haze as he replayed Kyle's
whisper in his head.  He didn't know where this new
relationship with Kyle was going but he knew they
needed to be very careful.  The last guy he knew, that
everyone thought was queer, was found out at Miller's
abandoned barn naked, beaten and tied up to the hay
hoist.  He nearly died as he had been out there for 3
days before he was found.  He never said who did it
and no one was every arrested.  The kid never showed
back up at school and he and his folks left town.
Buck knew though that he wanted to be with Kyle every
chance they got.

The quarry was busy this morning and Buck and the
other State trucks lined up to wait their turns.  Buck
jumped down and was talking to some of the other guys
about the baseball game he missed last night when they
saw a State Trooper pull up.  They all stopped talking
to stare and see what was up.  The cruiser pulled up
to the next group down from Buck and stopped.  The
driver's window went down and one of the other
truckers leaned into the window and talked with the
Trooper, then pointed toward the group Buck was in and
backed away from the car.  The cruiser slowly idled
forward until the driver's window was level with Buck.


The trooper was a big black guy with a shaved head and
he looked way too big for the four door car.  He
looked at Buck and said, "You Raymond Carter?"
The guys around Buck laughed nervously and Buck said,
"Yeah, call me Buck.  What can I do for you Officer?"
Buck was beginning to get nervous he was trying to
think what the trooper could want him for.  Then all
of a sudden he said, "It's my Dad isn't it?  Is he
ok?"
The trooper was getting out of the cruiser; he was
bigger out of the car than he had appeared in it.  He
closed the cruiser door and said, "Son, I got bad
news.  You're gonna need to come with me."

Buck felt his knees tremble, one of the other guys,
Dale, stepped up beside him and put his hand on his
shoulder.  He looked at the trooper and said, "Buck,
we'll take care of your truck.  You go on now."

The trooper opened the back door for Buck and closed
the door after him.  He turned to Carl and said
something too low for Buck to hear, then got back
inside.  As he turned the cruiser around Buck could
see Carl talking to the others.  He cleared his throat
and said, "Officer is my Dad OK?"

The trooper looked at Buck in the rearview mirror and
Buck knew what he was gonna say before he had a chance
to.  Buck dropped his head into his hands and felt
time stand still.  The trooper said, "Boy, he was so
drunk he never felt it.  I'm taking you over to the
Hospital so you can pick up his belongings and tell
them which funeral home you want to use.  Then I'll
run you home or back to your work whatever you want."

Buck didn't say anything he just wanted to cry, but he
couldn't and that made it hurt so badly.  When he got
to the hospital the trooper let him out and followed
him into the ER.  A short feisty blonde came up to
Buck and said, "Are you Mr. Carter?"  Buck nodded they
asked him questions, he told them what he knew.  He
had last seen his Dad a couple of nights ago, no that
wasn't unusual.  Yeah his Dad had been drinking a lot
since his Mom died last year.  Yes, he guessed he had
expected something like this.  All Buck really wanted
to know was did his Dad hurt anyone else.  The Nurse
explained that it appeared his father had suffered a
stroke and ran off the road into the woods on Jericho
road.  He died almost instantly.  Then they asked him
if Hall's Funeral Home was alright and he nodded.
"They took care of Mom."

The next thing Buck knew he was standing in a small
room with his Father's body, and the nurse was telling
him what they found on him and handed him an envelope
with his wallet, keys, change and watch.  He didn't
look dead only asleep, and the tears still wouldn't
come.  Then the funeral home arrived to get the body
and he had to talk to Delmar, the Funeral Director and
Coroner.  Yes he could come by latter this afternoon
and make the arrangements, no, he didn't need them to
come get him he could drive.  Yes he would bring the
clothes.  Then he was alone with his Dad.  He touched
his Father's cold hand and then the tears came.   He
remembered going with his Dad to the Cattle sale when
he was 6 years old and getting lost.  How alone he had
felt, that's how he felt at that moment, he had cried
then too. His Dad had chucked him under the chin and
told him to be a big boy.  "Big boys don't cry, Buck."
He had said.  Then Buck remembered his Dad sobbing
after his Mom's funeral.  Buck straightened up, wiped
his hand across his face and went to find the trooper
to take him to his pickup.

Back at the yard office the secretary, Janice, met him
at the door and hugged him and blew her nose into a
pink Kleenex.  "Boss-man told me to tell you to take
however long you need Buck.  You get three days with
pay, if you want to use your vacation time that'll be
alright.  We'll call Hall's tomorrow to find out his
arrangements.   We'll be praying for you, honey."

Buck drove home and shut the engine down.  He just sat
there and looked at the house he had lived in all his
life.  He didn't know quite what to do.


Kyle heard the news with the rest of the crew when the
first loads of gravel started to arrive.  Boss-man
sent Kyle back with one of the trucks so he could fill
in for Buck.  He worked all day in a frenzy of worry
for his friend.  At lunch he called his Mom and she
told him that Buck's family was gathering in and that
they were helping Buck with things.  She said, "You
might want to stop by on your way home, Kyle and check
on him.  I took food over already."

On his way home, Kyle turned into Buck's lane; the
drive was empty except for Buck's pickup.  He turned
off his truck and went up onto the porch.  The house
was getting dark in the evening twilight he could just
make out Buck sprawled out on the couch, clearly
asleep.  Kyle quietly opened the door and went in.
Buck's regular breathing told him his buddy was sound
asleep so he went on through into the kitchen and
sorted through all the food that was on the counters.
He fixed a couple of ham sandwiches and loaded them on
plates with potato salad and some chips.  He grabbed a
couple of cokes as he went back through into the
living room.  He sat across from Buck, sat one plate
down beside Buck and quietly ate and watched his
friend sleep.   "God, how did I get so lucky to find
you?" He thought.  His chest hurt it was so full.

Buck started awake, he saw Kyle sitting across from
him eating.  He sat up and saw the plate of food.  He
reached for the coke and said, "Hey Dude, how long you
been here?"

Kyle said, "A little while, just thought I would stop
by and see if I could do anything.  I figured your
family would be here."

"They left a while ago, we got all the arrangements
done, funeral is day after tomorrow.  God, Kyle what
am I going to do.  I'm all alone!"  Buck said quietly.

Kyle got up and sat down beside Buck and then put his
arm around him, "Don't ever tell me you are alone,
man.  As long as I'm around, you will not be alone.
Count on it."  Kyle leaned forward and they kissed.
Buck let his head rest against Kyle.

"Sorry, Kyle.  This is all so new and different and
now Dad's gone and life will never be the same."  Buck
sighed.

Kyle straightened up and said, "You gonna eat that
sandwich I fixed for you?  Or am I gonna have to eat
it?"  And laughed.

Buck smirked at Kyle and gave him the finger.  Then he
picked up the plate and found he was starved.  While
he ate Kyle went back into the kitchen and came back
with two pieces of his Mom's chocolate cake.  He sat
one down beside Buck and resumed his seat by him.
"This cake is Mom's birthday cake she always fixes for
you."  Kyle said.

Buck looked at Kyle and said, "I want you and your Dad
to be pallbearers, Kyle.  I told your Mom.  You are
more like family to me than some of my real family."

Kyle smiled at Buck and said, "Dude you are one of my
family, this just gives me a chance to let you see how
much I care."

Buck got quiet suddenly and then said, "Kyle, will you
stay with me tonight?"

Kyle smiled and said, "Dude I don't think you're gonna
be able to run me off."  He stood up, their plates
were empty and night had truly fallen.  The room was
very dark.  He took Buck by the hand and pulled him to
his feet.  He touched his face with two fingers and
let them slide down his neck and then he put his hand
behind Buck's neck and pulled his face toward him.

Their lips met gently at first then Buck's cheeks
hollowed as he sucked Kyle's lips into his mouth and
his hands went up his back.  They kissed long and
slow, their passion building.  Buck's hands were
moving up and down Kyle's strong back, and then he
hooked his fingers into the waist of his jeans and let
them feel the waistband of his jockeys.

Kyle broke their kiss and said, "Let's go upstairs,
Buck.  I want this to be slow and I want it to be
something we remember. "

Buck led the way through the house locking the door,
turning off the lights.  Kyle used the bathroom while
Buck put away food and straightened up the kitchen
somewhat.  He heard the shower turn off then he felt
Kyle's hands on his shoulders and they were kissing
again gently at first then more passionately, Kyle was
kneading Buck's ass through his jeans and Buck could
feel Kyle's hard-on press against his own through the
towel he had on.  He broke their embrace and said, "Go
on upstairs, Kyle.  I'll be up in a minute."  He
watched as Kyle went up the stairs and then went into
the bathroom himself.  He took a long hot shower and
felt the hot water dissolve the remainder of the
tension of the day.  He wrapped himself in a towel and
went up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs Kyle had the small bedside
lamp on, and was lying on his back with the sheet just
covering him.  The air was moving through the open
window and he was looking up at the ceiling.  Buck
stood for a minute and watched him.  He could see the
tented sheet and knew Kyle was waiting for him.  His
own dick responded to the sight of this man who was so
gentle and so caring.  He fidgeted nervously and then
went into his room.  Kyle looked at him then reached
over and turned back the sheet.  Buck dropped his
towel and noticed how Kyle's eyes followed the towel
and his eyes became hungry.  He reached for Buck as he
climbed into bed and pulled him down on top of him.
Buck met his hot lips with his own open ones.  They
started to explore each others mouths as their hands
explored each others bodies.  Kyle pushed Buck's head
up and was licking his throat and then pushed him up
farther and was licking his chest and then he started
licking his nipples.  Buck hissed softly.  Kyle pulled
Buck up higher until Buck's knees were on each side of
Kyle's shoulders and Kyle could reach his dick.  Kyle
slowly took Buck into his mouth and swirled his tongue
around the big cut head.  Buck moaned and pushed his
dick deeper into Kyle's mouth.  Kyle's nose touched
the damp brown pubic hair.  He could smell his buddy's
soap his own dick was throbbing.  He put his hands on
Buck's butt cheeks and pulled his buddy even further
into his mouth.  Then his fingers slipped into his
crack and he felt the hair there.  Buck suddenly
moaned louder as Kyle's fingers brushed his pucker.

Buck moaned, "That feels so good, Kyle."

Kyle let his finger touch the pucker again and nuzzled
Buck's dick with his tongue touching just under the
head.  Kyle could feel Buck's hand touch his own dick
as he leaned back slightly.  Buck was slowly jacking
him off.  Kyle licked the underside of Buck's dick and
could see the clear fluid gathering at the slit.

"I'm gonna cum, Kyle."  Buck moaned.

Kyle took Buck into his mouth again and then gently
pushed his finger into Buck's pucker.  Buck arched his
back and moaned louder.  Kyle felt Buck's ass tighten
against his finger than felt the warm gush into his
mouth.  Buck started thrusting slowly into his mouth
forcing all his seed into Kyle's eager mouth.  Then he
pulled out and bent over and kissed Kyle.

Buck slowly lay back down beside Kyle.  Kyle put his
arm over Buck and pulled him p tight and kissed him
slowly.  Buck could taste his own salty cream on his
lips. Kyle thrust his hips forward and Buck felt his
throbbing cock against his belly.  Buck broke their
kiss and said, "Kyle I want you in me, man.  I don't
know how, but I want you in me man.  I want to feel
you drill me with your hot dick."  He slowly rolled
over and felt Kyle shift and then Kyle was kneeling
across his hips.  He felt Kyle's strong hands kneading
his butt cheeks.  Kyle leaned down and kissed the back
of Buck's neck.  His dick was throbbing.  He had never
been this hard and hungry.  He pushed his dick head
into Buck's crack and felt the strong muscled hips
clinch around his rod.  Buck murmured and Kyle reached
over into the bedside table a got Buck's jackin lube
and slowly poured it on himself and stroked his meat.
Then he poured it onto bucks crack and with a finger
slowly started to push it into his hole.  Buck moaned
again, and pushed backwards with his hips.  Impaling
himself on Kyle's finger.  Kyle was really hot now.
He was afraid he was going to cum before he got in his
buddy.  He slowly pushed a second finger in and Buck
moaned louder.  Kyle stopped.

"Oh God dude, don't stop now."  Buck moaned.

Kyle started working his fingers in and out of Buck
then his finger hit something soft and round.  Buck
moaned even louder.  He didn't know it but he had
found his fuck nut.  Kyle slowly withdrew his fingers
and pealed the skin back off his cock head and
positioned it at Buck's hole.  "Tell me if I hurt you
man."  Kyle said, as he slowly pushed against Buck's
ring.

Slowly he felt Buck give way and his head slowly slid
in.  Buck moaned and pushed back.  Slowly Kyle pushed
all the way in.   He stopped and whispered into Buck's
ear, "Are you ok dude?"

Buck's voice was thick with desire, "Oh yeah, give it
to me man.  Fuck me, dude."  Kyle started slowly
moving in and out never quite coming completely out of
Buck.  Just until he felt the tight ring behind his
dick head then he pushed in.  Buck started to pump
back and Kyle felt his nuts pull up tight.  "Oh god,
Buck your so fucking hot and tight.  I'm gonna shoot."
 He sped up his pace.  Feeling the warm rush as his
orgasm started.  Then he thrust all the way into Buck
and moaned.

Buck pushed back, he felt Kyle stiffen and then felt
his buddies cock throb and the hot jism fill his ass.
His hard dick throbbed and he dumped his second load
into the sheets.  They cuddled spoon fashion with Kyle
holding Buck close.  He whispered into his ear, "That
was awesome, man.  Did I hurt you?"

Buck murmured, "No, Kyle I thought it was great too."
And went to sleep.

Kyle spent most of the night holding Buck thinking.
He wanted them together all the time.  He knew that an
occasional hurried tumble wouldn't cut it.  Around
dawn he had come up with a few ideas.

The next couple days were disjointed and busy.  Buck
had to deal with his family and the funeral, Kyle had
to work and not appear too attentive.  The funeral
went smoothly, Buck's Dad's family were there and his
Mom's family also.  Kyle and his Dad helped carry the
coffin to the grave and solemnly shook hands with
Buck.  Kyle's Dad hugged him and Kyle stared hard at
Buck but controlled himself.  That night after the
funeral, Kyle's Mom had told him to drive over and
check on Buck.  Kyle was anxious to see him again
alone.

Buck met him on the porch and embraced him and then
slowly kissed him.  Kyle said, "You ok, Buck?"

Buck nodded and led Kyle to a chair.  He got them a
couple Cokes and they sat on the porch and watched the
sun sinking over the hills.  They talked of many
things, Buck told Kyle about his family and their
concern.  He also told Kyle that he had found out that
his Dad had quit a lot of life insurance.  He hadn't
thought of that but realized that since this placed
was paid off and with the insurance settlement, he
could go back to college.

Kyle sat quietly and listened he didn't want to hear
what was coming. "Why would he want me now, he has
money and he can go back to college, get out of this
town and start over somewhere else." He thought.   He
felt like he had been stupid, it had all been too good
to be true.  When Buck paused, Kyle summoned all his
courage and said, "I'm glad for you Buck.  I'm sure
you'll do well.  If I had the opportunity to leave
outta here I sure would.  I'll be cheering for you
dude."  Kyle's voice cracked with his emotion.

Buck reached out to him and said, "Kyle, I'm talking
about you coming too, man.   I can't leave you now,
not after the other night.  I want to be with you
always, but we can't have that here.  I want us to go
together.  We can move to the city.  You can get a job
while I finish school if you don't want to go back to
school.  I'm talking about us being together Kyle."
Then Buck paused and said, "If you want to, man."

Kyle pulled him close and kissed him long and slow...

Six years have passed.  Buck is working in a Law
office while he studies for the bar exam.  Kyle works
for an airline as a ground operations supervisor.
They have a dog named Woodie and live in a nice condo
in the city.  They still go back to Buck's farm a
couple weekends a month.  Kyle's folks weren't happy
at first, they are just simple people, but the love
they have for Kyle and Buck has allowed them to at
least be accepting.  Buck and Kyle aren't immune from
troubles, like every one of us they have their share.
They each haven't always been understanding with each
other, nor have they avoided monotony in their
bedroom.  They have however been intelligent enough to
realize that what they have is rare and very special.
 Fortunately they recognize that and it helps them
through the troubles.

I hoped you enjoyed this series.  Next time you are
driving past road construction in progress, I hope you
think about this fantasy of mine and have another
reason to drool over the hunky construction workers.