Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2016 17:45:41 -0500
From: A. Iku <iku_iku227@aol.com>
Subject: Young Buck [for sure]

Young Buck [for sure]
A Summer Down South [w/ Gramps]

A Tribute...

I was thirteen. A big thirteen, but thirteen none the less. "A big young
buck [for sure]", as my Gramps used to call me. He was an old, black as
coal, full grey bearded, country man, from the [deep back woods] South, in
Mississippi. And though it's been years, and he's since moved up north with
us in Brooklyn [Ny], he still hasn't forgotten that old country jargon, and
neither have I. To be honest, I'll never forget a thing about that time, or
that place, or that man that I got to spend that summer with.

"Come on over here boy, and give your old man a squeeze." He said to my
father, his son, as we got out of the rental car. It had been a long
flight, and then what felt like an even longer drive through back woods and
dirt roads to get there. But we made it [just fine], my dad and I, to the
old house he grew up in, and to the old man who raised him.

My dad, he wasted no time running over to kiss and embrace the old man. He
was like a young child arriving home from his first day of school, and
realising just how much he missed the comfort and security of being in his
father's arms, while he was away all day. But for my dad, it had been much
longer. It had been years. And from the way my Gramps held on to him, you
could tell that the feeling was more than mutual. He missed his son
too. And they both stood there in that moment, the two men in my life, and
in that emotion they hugged it all out.

"Get over here and give my Daddy a hug." My dad said to me, still locked
shoulder to shoulder with his own father. I walked over and joined in their
embrace. It felt good. It felt like love. Three generations of black men,
fathers and sons, strongly showing the capacity of their love for one
another, despite time and distance apart. [What a vision. What a sight]. It
felt so good, [so damn good].

"Hey Gramps!" I said, as he kissed me on the cheek, and squeezed me in
tighter to his hold.

It had been nearly 6 years since either my father or I had seen the old
man, but he hadn't really changed much. Like I said, he was nearly black as
coal, [mahogany] maybe. He had a full grey beard, that he kept real nice
and shaped, and a shiny bald head [that sweat a lot]. But besides that,
besides the obvious greying and balding that old men go through, you'd
think, when you saw him, you were staring at a much younger man. I mean, my
Gramps was a pretty old guy, [65] at the time, but like I said, if it
wasn't for that old signature beard of his, you'd think he was 35, 40 at
the oldest. That's if you didn't know any better. And he was definitely not
one to correct you in that regard.

My Gramps was real good looking too. And he was in probably way better
shape than even my dad, who actually was 35 back then. And after working
hard all his life on farms, and construction crews, and doing other
physical labour, my Gramps was as fit as could be. And strong too, like an
old ox. But he was that real handsome, mature playboy type too. The type of
man that many women would make fools out of themselves over, [and
have]. Besides my grandmother, of course, my Gramps had been married 3
other times before. One women, I hear, he actually divorced to be with my
grandmother. As the story goes: the ink wasn't even dry on the divorce
papers before my daddy was born. The other wives, though, came and went,
after my grandmother had passed away, when my dad was still just a boy. But
neither of those marriages lasted too long either. I guess you can say, my
Gramps was a real ladies' man. A real smooth, slick, but country talking
man. He could charm the drawls off a nun, if they let him in the
church. But to me he was always just good ole Gramps, and I loved him. And
I was just glad I was gonna get to spend some time with him, even if it was
down in the damn country.

I had never been down South before. I had never really been anywhere
outside of New York City in my whole thirteen years. But for sure, not down
in Mississippi, the old dirty South. I had never been on a dirt road
before, or seen that many trees, outside of Central Park. And this foliage
definitely had the park beat. I had never seen farms, or real live animals,
expect for at the zoo. For damn sure nothing wild. I had never seen so many
flies. Why are there so many flies damn down there? I had never heard that
much silence. Fuck, was it quiet. I mean, it was all so new to me. But I
figured, with my Gramps down there, I could survive it. I mean, my dad did,
and he's okay, [I guess]. Besides, it was only supposed to be for a month,
[so I thought].

See the plan was for me to spend a month of my summer, [though I ended up
staying a lot longer], down in the country with my Gramps, so I could, as
my dad put it, "toughen up a bit". I mean, yeah, I wasn't the toughest guy
around. I was quiet, shy, but big. At thirteen, I was already 6ft, and
nearly 190lbs of solid mass. I was a big guy, so as such nobody really
messed with me or anything, but at the same time, I didn't really have any
friends. Really I just had one, this [nerdy Korean] kid from down the
block, that I played Sega and Nintendo with. But the only problem with him,
though, was that he was like 22, and probably half my size. And my dad
thought it was weird. He thought I was weird. Not to mention, I was
cripplingly shy. I mean, I was the definition of an introvert: quiet,
content with being in my own world, in my own room, alone [except for when
I went down the block to play video games]. I was just for the most part,
cool all on my own. But my dad thought I was weird and awkward,
different. [Which I was]. I wasn't really like other boys my age. I didn't
really do the things they did. I didn't care about the things they seem to
care so much for. My world was my own. And not that of a thirteen year old
boy. I was more mature than that. But my dad didn't like it. He didn't like
the way I was. He thought I should be getting in trouble, and chasing
girls, and doing all the other idiotic things that young boys do. But I
just wasn't in to that. Most of all my dad had always been a big sports
guy, an athlete, the jock. And though I was naturally built like one, it
hurt him that I was never really into sports. And because of that, he
thought I was weak, soft, a damn disappointment. So that's why I'm
here. That's why he's leaving me here. I guess he figured a few weeks down
in the country with my Gramps would toughen me up, and turn me into a real
boy. A real man. A man that he could be proud to call his son. And, yeah,
my Gramps definitely knew what being a real man was all about.

My first night with Gramps wasn't half bad. After my dad left, [he had to
get back to work], Gramps and I just hung out on the porch and talked all
night. We got to know each other a little better. He told me all about
himself, all about my dad growing up, and a little about my grandmother and
his other wives. He told me how my grandmother was the only woman, aside
from his own mother, that he ever really loved. And that no other women
could ever fill her shoes. He even let me drink a beer with him. I didn't
really like it, but it did make me feel real tough and grown up. Like I was
well on my way to becoming that [real man] that everyone wanted me to
be. That night Gramps even gave me my nickname. "You's a big ole young
[Buck] for sure ain't ya boy? I'm go'n call you Buck from now on." He said
to me, as we both laughed hysterically. We were both pretty drunk, but the
name stuck. And from then on, even now, he'd call me Buck or young Buck or
some variation of the endearing name. And I have to say, I quickly became
fond of it. Then once it got dark that night, we went inside for a quick
bite. Then Gramps got me set up in my dad's old room, which would be mine
for the summer. He said I could have it forever if I wanted.

The house my dad grew up in was pretty basic, to say the least. It was a
simple one floor, two bedroom shack of a cabin. And at some point in the
years since my dad moved out, my Gramps tore down the wall between the two
rooms, giving himself one giant bedroom. But in preparation of me coming
down, he put a barrier to [re]separate the rooms. Pretty much it was just
bed sheets hung over an old rope [clothes line], that he strung from one
end of the room to the other, to give off the illusion that there were
still two rooms. But it was just an illusion. And one that didn't really
work at that. I guess seeing that they were just white sheets, they didn't
really provide too much privacy, [especially when the lights hit them]. So
I guess, for all intents and purposes, my Gramps and I shared a room that
summer.

Besides the bedroom situation, the house was pretty old fashioned and
[rugged]. There was an old wood stove, that we had to chop wood for
[everyday]. No running water. There was only a well to drink from. And no
indoor plumbing. We literally had to use an outhouse that was more than 50
yards away from the house, or duck behind a tree. [Imagine having to do
either in the middle of the night, in pitch black dark]. Even the shower
was outside. But at least that was right on the side of the house. Though
we couldn't use soap, because the water from the shower filtered into the
vegetable garden a few feet away. [Yeah we showered in a garden]. But there
was a big iron tub, that my Gramps kept out back, that we had to boil water
on the stove for, if we wanted to take a hot bath and get some soap on
us. But my Gramps only did that once a week, [on Saturday nights], or if he
had some real special [company] coming over. I learned to do the same, at
least for the summer. But oddly or not, despite the infrequent use of soap,
my Gramps still managed to always smell great. I guess it was just his
natural aroma. He smelled like [man musk, nature, and pure love] all rolled
into one fragrant scent that seemed to seep naturally from his pores.

See my Gramps said he liked to live his life simple and free, [the old
country way]. He said that his women already made his life complicated
enough, he didn't really need anything more complicating things. I was just
glad he wasn't completely advert to electricity too. Though all he had it
connected to were the lights, the refrigerator, and a small little wooden
box radio, that only got the Jazz and Gospel stations. Needless to say,
there was no tv, or computer.

After seeing the house, I just knew it was gonna be a rough summer for
me. Then the next morning, I found out just what my Gramps meant by simple
and free.

The next morning, when I woke up, my head was pounding; and I couldn't
remember much of what happened the night before. Just that on my first
night with Gramps, I drank my first beer ever, followed by at least 3
more. Did I mention I was only thirteen. Man I woke that morning beyond
hungover. Not to mention, covered in my own vomit and piss. And that was
the first lesson my Gramps would teach me about being a man.

"See boy, a real man... knows how to hold his beverage." My Gramps said to
me, as he walked in the front door of the cabin, [completely naked and
wet].  I met him as I staggered through the house on wobbly legs, coming to
grips with my first ever hangover, and trying desperately to figure out how
to walk again. But even in the state I was in, I wasn't gonna just gloss
over what stood before me. My Gramps was standing there, [completely
naked], and dripping wet. And man did his body look freakin' amazing. I
mean, how was this guy 65 years old. There was not a loose, wrinkled flabby
inch on his body. Just muscles, and tightness, and hair.
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Let me let you in on a little something, a little [secret]. You know the
guy I told you about. The 22 year old Korean nerd. Well, video games
weren't the only thing we liked to do when we hung out together. We also
sort of liked to watch porn. And along with it, we kinda liked to jerk off
together too. Now it started off innocent enough. And to his defence,
considering my size, and the fact that, [fuck], I lied and told him so, he
thought I was 19. But anyway, like two or three times a week, we watched
porn and jerked off together... Now the first time it happened, it was kind
of an accident. I was climbing up his fire escape, [its how I always got up
to his apartment]; and he wasn't really expecting me. And when I climbed
through the window, I wasn't really expecting to see was I saw either. He
was sitting there, on his sofa, watching this big black guy shove his
massive dick down the throat of some eager buxom blond, on his big screen
TV, all while he stroking his own erection.  "Ah shit!" He said, as he
paused the tape, and quickly tried to hide his hardon from my view. I was
shocked at what I just saw, but at the same time intrigued. I mean, I was
thirteen. I had never seen another guy's dick before, not even by
accident. And considering I didn't really have any friends, and never
really left my bedroom, I never saw porn before either. But I was
intrigued, and these wild pubescent hormone driven thoughts were just
floating around in my head. So I acted on them.  "No. Leave it on." I said
to him. Then I walked over, sat right next to him on the couch, and pulled
out my own semi hard cock. Though at thirteen, and not fully hard, I still
kinda topped his 6inches, with my own 7 and a half [and still growing]. I
topped out at about an even 8inches. But now 20yrs later, I'm at about 10
and a half inches, when I'm fully hard. And I gotta tell you, I take after
my Gramps in the dick department.
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My Gramps' body was hard and muscled. He was bout 6'3,
240bls. Big. Muscled. His chest was hard and sculpted, with sexy patches of
curly hair running down to his gut. And yeah, he had a bit of a beer gut,
but even that was hard and sexy as hell. His legs were so thick and long,
like tree trunks. And boy, his dick, a fucking log. A big, fat, long black
log of meat, that sprang from a thick, greyish bush, that looked almost
white against his dark deep dark skin. Oh man, the impure thoughts I had
roaming in my head, when my Gramps was standing there in front of me naked.

"Gramps why you ain't got no clothes on?" I asked in my haze, as I leaned
against a chair, and drunkenly took in the sight of this old man's
impressive fucking body.

"Cleanliness is next to Godliness, young man. Go'n out there and clean
yoself up, young Buck." My Gramps said to me, as he took a few more steps
inside the house, and closer to me. I don't know if I was trying to reach
for him, or what, but the next thing I know, the chair was lost from my
grip and I landed smack down on the floor.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur. My Gramps was kneeling down
beside me on the floor, [still naked], trying to see if I was okay. My
vision was a little blurry, but all-in-all I was fine. Just a little
dizzy. Then Gramps picked me up off the floor, [I told you he was strong],
threw my arm over his damp shoulder, and led me out the house and around to
the shower. My vision was still a bit out of focus, and I was half out of
it, but in one instant, when that surge of cold water hit my body, I was
woken fully.

"Ahhhhhh. That shit is cold." I winced.

"Watch yo damn mouth boy." My Gramps said, slapping me in the back of my
head. "Go on! Get out of them clothes, and clean yoself up now." He said.

Naturally, I obeyed his orders, and started stripping down. It didn't even
cross my mind that I was about to be standing there naked, in front of
another man, no less my own grandfather, who was still naked himself. But
as soon as that cold water hit my bare meat, and seemingly at the same
time, my eyes happened to drift over to my Gramps' piece, I was more than
aware of my situation. And my dick was suddenly more aware than ever. I was
hard as a fucking rock.

And my Gramps, he just stood there, [naked], staring at me,
laughing. "Guess ya lil souljah saluting us this morning, huh boy." Then he
shook his head, and grabbed his own dick. "Boy, you go'n have to learn to
control that big ole pipe of yours there. You a big ole young buck for
sure. I know that much." He said remembering the nickname he created the
night before. "Hung just like your Daddy, and his Daddy." He said, winking
at me. Then he shook his thick flaccid dick at me, and walked away. "Don't
spend too much time out here twidlin' on that there stick of yours
[hear]. We got things to do today boy." He said as he strode away.

I desperately tried to clear those nasty thoughts out of my head. But as my
Gramps walked away from me, I couldn't help but stare at that thick, round,
muscled, bare [naked], black ass of his. And when he was gone, that image
of him, among others of his amazing body, had me damn near rubbing the skin
off my erection, before I was through. And even after that, [and a 20
minute shower], I still couldn't make it go away. [The thoughts either].



Part 2: Late Night [Company] For the next few weeks, Gramps put me to work:
[chopping wood] in the mornings, tending the garden and other little task
throughout the day, and taking care of the few chickens and goats he had on
his small little 3 acre plot of land. He was retired, so much of the work
to be done, was just the basic little household tasks needed to maintain
the simple country lifestyle he choose to live. But he did have a little
[work]shop, off the side of the yard, where he made little wood carvings,
and furniture and such, that he sometimes sold at the local farmers
market. Sometime he even had [private] clients that he made thing custom
for. But mostly this was just a hobby for the old man. An energy consuming
hobby, but a hobby nonetheless. So chopping wood became a most crucial part
of my summer; and it turned what little baby fat I had on my thirteen years
old, 6ft frame, into hard man-like muscle. I hate to brag, but by the end
of the summer, I was fucking jacked. Tired as hell but jacked.

Though most of the time, it was just me and Gramps there alone, he tended
to have more than a few visitors knocking at his door. Some of his visitors
were just neighbours, his buddy who owned the farm down the road, the nosey
old ladies from his church, that'd come by inconspicuously with cakes and
pies, and other things they made in their kitchens, to the nice old,
lonely, [single], handsome man and his grandson. And then some of his
visitors, his [company], were those [private] clients I told you
about. Some more [private] than others. There always seemed to be some car
pulling up into the property, and some [strange woman] getting out and
strutting over to my Gramps [work]shop, and knocking on his door. And when
Gramps would answer, though I couldn't hear exactly what was being said,
[from the far side of the yard, where I was tirelessly chopping wood], I
knew that he was talking that slicks shit, that his charming ass talked to
damn near everyone. And before I'd know it, he'd be leading them inside,
[eye fucking them] the whole way in. Then he'd lock the door behind them,
and they wouldn't come out for at least an hour, sometimes longer. But when
they did come out, they always looked bright eyed, and freshly fucked. And
they'd always wave, or wink, or blow a kiss at me, like I didn't know my
Gramps had just finished poking around in their guts, as he liked to say. I
always wondered exactly what it was my Gramps did to these women. What kind
of power he had in that dick of his to have these women lining up time and
time again. And one night, I [for sure] found out.

It was midnight, or it could've been later. I'm not too sure. But I had to
piss like there was no tomorrow. And that late, and that dark, there was no
way I was making it all the way to the outhouse. So I got out of my bed to
find a tree to relieve myself. Like I said, it was dark, so I didn't go too
far away from the house. Besides, I was only wearing a pair of dirty white
briefs, [that I had had on for a few days now], and I didn't even have any
shoes or socks on. [I was really becoming a country boy]. But nonetheless I
wasn't prepared to go too far. But I found a place. And as I pulled my dick
out, and my flow began, I heard a noise. More a whispers, coming from not
too far away. But I had to piss so bad, and it felt so good coming out, I
just ignored the noise. Until the whispers, turned into moans. And by the
time I was finished, and put my dick away, the moans had turned into
screams. And they were screams of my Gramps name. "Oh Joe. Oh Joe. Oh daddy
Joe." She screamed. And as I made my way back to the house, I could see my
Gramps standing there underneath the shower, water cascading down his body,
and the body of some woman the he had pressed up against the wall. And he
was thrusting his big massive dick in and out of her from behind. It was an
amazing fucking sight! I mean, I don't know how she managed to take all
that. His dick had to be at least 13inches, if not larger, and as thick as
I don't know what. And he just kept fucking her. And she just kept taking
it. And [moaning]. And [screaming] his name. And I just kept watching
them. And my dick just kept throbbing harder and harder, as I
watched.... [mmmmmm] my Gramps' big beautiful fucking dick going in and out
of that woman.

And then he saw me... He saw me. I was petrified. Our eyes locked, and my
heart dropped. My body was numb, but my dick was a brave as ever. My boner
stood there, poking out of the top of my briefs, like a rocket ready to
blast off. But my Gramps, he just kept fucking her, like my presence,
didn't even matter. Like it didn't phase him any. Like my presence, in
fact, made his experience all the more enjoyable. And as he stared in my
eyes and fucked her, it felt like I was fucking her too. Like somehow
through our gaze, I was transported into his body, and was feeling what he
was feeling. And ooh did it feel good! It felt [so fucking amazing]! It
felt great! It felt like it was actually happening to me. Like, I was
actually inside her. And most of all, it felt like I was actually
him. Like, I was apart of his body. Like, his body was mine. Like, [that
Big... Fucking... Dick was mine]. Like this moment we mine. And as he broke
our gaze and moaned inside her... I came.

The next thing I know, I'm running in the house covered in my own jizz. I
didn't know what had just happened to me. I didn't know what I was
experiencing. I didn't know how. All I knew was that my body had never felt
so used before. I had never cum so hard. Yet, [I hadn't even been
touched]. For a moment, I thought is was all a dream. Some weird, intense
wet dream, that my hormone drenched adolescent mind concocted. But it was
no dream. It was real. It was as really as it gets. And as I laid there in
my bed, covers over my head, my heart thumping with a fervour, sweat
soaking up the sheets, and my dick throbbing with a hard anxious ache, I
listened to my Gramps as he fucked that women outside. I listened all
night, for hours as he did her. I listened till fell asleep. Then it
continued on in my mind, in my dreams. And I came at least 3 more times
before that night was over.



Part 3: The [Awkward] Talk After that night, things had forever changed. I
knew I'd never look at my Gramps the same way again. I knew that every time
I saw him, those images would pop into my head, and those thoughts and
feelings would well up and come running back to me. Those fucking
thoughts... Thoughts that a boy shouldn't have for his Gramps. But we were
far beyond what should and shouldn't be. We were on his turf, in his house,
on his land, and he was always there. And he was always fucking naked. So
those thoughts became ever prevalent in my mind. Like the next morning...

"Get up boy." I was woken up by my [naked] Gramps, again. It was the usual
thing now. Every morning he woke me up, just like that. "Get up boy", he'd
say as he walked around the cabin [naked] looking for this or that, after
his morning shower. He'd never actually get dressed until well after we had
breakfast. And I think that was only to protect himself from all the tools
and equipment around the land. Otherwise I doubt if the man would ever had
put any clothes on.

For obvious reasons, I was slow to rise that morning. But my dick
wasn't. Then again, he came over, "Get up boy." This time, slapping me hard
with his bare opened hand, on my bare exposed thigh, that was hanging out
of the covers and over the side of the bed. That sting alone was enough to
wake me fully. So I sprang out of bed with a quickness. But I was
exhausted. I slept, but I damn sure didn't get any rest that night. And I
just felt so dirty and sticky all over. It was partly from what happened
the night before, but partly because it was hot as Hell. Everyday that
week, it reached over 90 degrees. So despite still being tired and wanting
more rest, I couldn't wait to get out that bed and perform my morning
ablutions. I couldn't wait for that water to hit my body and wash away some
of that filth and heat from my skin. But I hadn't much hope for the filth
roaming around in my head. I kicked off my dirty underwear, and nudged them
under the bed, then raced outside, like a bat out of Hell, to get to the
shower......

When I came back in the house, Gramps was cooking breakfast [naked], like
he always does. "So I take it you enjoyed the shower last night." He said.

"What?" I asked in shock. I was desperately trying to pretend I didn't hear
what he said. But I heard him loud and clear. And I had an answer for him
too. But that wasn't nearly as clear as my hearing.

"You heard me boy." He said. "And you saw me too."

I just continued pretending like I didn't know what he was talking about,
as I put my clothes on. But he just kept talking anyway.

"The way I was wearing that gal out last night. I know you saw it." He said
bragging and smiling.  "Cause I saw you." Then he went on, reliving in
grave detail the exotic events that transpired the night before. "That gal
wasn't much older than you, 19, 20 I think. And she was a tight one
too. And wet as a damn water hose. Maybe, I should have gave her to you."
He said. And my eyes lit up. My dick too.

At that point he was really blowing my mind. And I didn't think things
could getting any more awkward. "Gramps, what are you talking about?" I
asked.

"Oh now we got something to say huh." My Gramps replied, with a grunt, that
was intended more to be a laugh. He sarcastically raised his brow. "Now the
young man wanna contrib-ya to the conversation." He said grinning and
stroking his beard. "Want me get you some, boy?" He asked.  WHAT THE HELL
DID HE JUST ASK ME, I thought to myself. I tried to laugh it off, like I
wasn't interested. "What you mean? What you talking bout Gramps? No." I
said, knowing good and well that he more than struck my interest.

"Now boy, you know `xactly what it is I'm talking about." He paused for a
second, then asked again. "Do you, or do you not want me to get you some
trim... Some ass, some pussy? You ain't a lil boy nomore, you a young man
now. And a mighty fine one at that. Ain't no reason why you shouldn't be
swimming in the coochie. So what is it?"

"Chill Gramps. I ain't even thinking about nothing like that. I'm only 13."
I said.  "13... Boy when I was 13, I was more than thinking bout it." He
dropped his eyes at me. "You still a [virgin] boy? Still wet behind the
ears?" He boldly asked. Though everything that man did was bold. I couldn't
quite say the same about myself.

I hesitated for a moment, questioning exactly what was about to happen. I
didn't know how freely I could really speak, or even how freely I wanted to
speak. I knew back home, even the possibility of having a sex talk, was
virtually non-existent. I mean, I knew the gist from porn and SexEd, but
not much else. And I didn't really talk much at all about anything with my
dad, seeing that he always worked so much. He was even working on our way
coming down here. So we didn't talk then either. But I doubt it, if we'd
even know how to talk to each other, even if he did have time for me. So a
sex talk with my dad was a no go. And all I could ever expect to get from
my moms, [a Puerto Rican, Catholic girl, from the Bronx], was the typical
[hypocritical] "no pre-martial sex" spiel. Though at the time, my parents
had only been married for less than 10 years, and I was 13. [You do the
math]. So even the thought of a sex talk with my parents was never gonna
happen. But sitting here with my Gramps, who seemed to be showing some,
[maybe a little too much interest] in my prospective sex life, I figured,
what the Hell. I had already seen the man having sex, talking about it
couldn't be any more awkward than that.

"Well, yeah Gramps. I'm a virgin." I said.

"Boy you mean to tell me, a big ole handsome fella like yourself, with a
dick like what we got, ain't using it. Boy all them damn lil gals up there
in New York, and ain't none of em' getting ya pole wet."  He said
disapprovingly.

I slumped down in embarrassment. "I guess not Gramps. I guess not." I said
with a lump in my throat.

"I guess not." He said sarcastically with his country draw. "But thats
fine. Just fine. You a young buck. You got plenty of humping to do." Then
he wiped the sweat from his brow, walked over to me, and kissed me on the
forehead. "You got plenty of time boy, and plenty of damn humping to do."

Then he walked back to the stove, and finished cooking breakfast. Then he
winked over his shoulder at me and said. "But I'm going get you some ass
before you leave here, you hear." Then he laughed.



Part 4: What He Promised For the next few excruciatingly hot days, we
stayed inside, or on the porch, or anywhere out of the sun. We didn't do
much of any work either. For the most part, we just laid around taking it
easy, trying to beat the heat, in no more than our underwear. Well I was in
my underwear. Gramps was stark fucking naked the whole time. And we
talked. We talked a lot. And it seemed like the conversation always seemed
to lead back to my sex life, or lack there of.

"So have you even seen the pussy?" Gramps asked me.

I laughed, "yeah Gramps, I've seen pussy before."

"Well, who's, tell me bout her." He said enthusiastically.

Then I proceeded to tell my Gramps about my porn watching activities. About
me and my only friend. But, I was sure not to tell too much. Like the fact
that I got off more, from watching my friend jerk off, then I ever did from
watching any of the girls in the movies. Then my Gramps proceeded to tell
me that "skin flicks" didn't count as me actually seeing pussy, and that in
that regard, I was still a virgin too. But he said he had a way of changing
that...  It was maybe a week later, after the heat broke, that my Gramps
facilitated one of the most awkward encounters of my life.

It was a nice day that day. Gramps had me poking around in the garden,
while he was doing whatever it is he does in his workshop. Then out of
nowhere, a car pulled up and some women got out. I figured she was just
another one of Gramps' women, his [company] for the day, dropping by for a
little action. But what I didn't know was who she was planning on getting
it from.

She walked over and knocked on Gramps' door. When he answered, he came out
and stood there and talked with her for a minute. Then before I knew it, he
was calling me over. "Buck come on over her boy, I want you to meet
somebody." He yelled out to me.

Tammy was her name. She was 38, 5'6, a good 140lbs [all ass]. And she was a
preschool teacher, and [for sure] one of my Gramps' women. Later on, I
found out that she was also the wife of the local pastor. [but that's
another story]

"How you doing ma'am." I said, as I shook her hand.

"I'm doing just fine sweetie." She said, giving me this crazy sexy, [I
wanna eat you up] kind of look. She was incredibly sexy. Hell, sexy doesn't
even begin to describe what this woman was.  She looked over at my Gramps,
"He is a cutie Joe", she said to him, while biting her lip. Then she
stepped over to me, and started rubbing on my arms, appreciating the new
tight biceps that all that chopping wood had produced. "And he strong too."
She said, in almost a moan. Then she started rubbing my chest, staring deep
into my eyes. It felt so weird as her ringed fingers brushed up against my
nipples. The cold medal of her, what I now know to be her [wedding ring],
sent a shiver through my entire body. It was such a new, weird feeling. I
had never been touched like that before. And it felt even weirder, as she
started scratching a trail down my body with her long, red painted nails,
and then let her hand drop down into my shorts. And then she grabbed hold
of my dick. "Mmmmmm..." she moaned. "He got a big one like you too Joe."
She said to my grandfather.

"What I tell you. That's my boy. That's my blood." My Gramps said to
her. They talked as if I wasn't even there. And standing there like a quiet
ass church mouse, I pretended the same. I was in shock. I couldn't believe
this woman, that I could imagine had done all types of crazy sexy shit with
my Gramps, was now standing here feeling me up. All the while he watched.

"Go'on in there and take care of my boy." My Gramps said to Tammy, slapping
her hard on the ass. And boy did it giggle. Tammy's ass was just so thick
and plump. She just had one of those cornfed country asses, that you just
knew could do tricks. But anyway, she didn't even think twice about what my
Gramps had just asked of her. She complied with his orders, with no
complaint. She grabbed me by the hand and led me into my Gramps'
shop. Still as quiet as ever, I followed right behind her. And my Gramps,
he followed not far behind us both, locking the door as we all stepped
inside.

Inside the shop, there was a big work table: 8ft long, 6ft wide, hard oak
wood, with a white sheet draped over it. Tammy hinted for me to get on the
table, seductively dropping her eyes down my body, to my dick, then over to
the spot where she wanted me. And my Gramps, he just stood there, right
behind me... He was so close I could feel his breathe running down the back
of my neck. I could feel the heat emitting from his body on to mine. Then
suddenly he placed his right hand on my shoulder... His hand, it was so
massive, so strong. And his grip on my shoulder was even stronger, even
tighter. It was so intense. It made me feel so weak. Then suddenly he
loosened his grip, and slowly and gently, he let his hand slid down my
back, around my body, to the spot where my hips and thighs collide. And
then he placed his other hand ever so softly on the other side of my
body. And with both hands, and his thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, he
started pushing down, over hips, and then below my knees, until the only
clothing I had on fell to the floor. And there I stood, with my full naked
body exposed to the world and our [company]. And then as softly as he
could, with his rough country draw, he whispered in my ear, "Go'on
boy. Don't be scared." Then he placed his hand on the small of my back, and
nudged me over to the table.

Now naked, I made my way over to the table, slowly contemplating my every
move. Suddenly the possibility of sex, was no longer a dream. It was
becoming a reality. And it was right there on the table. I just never
thought it'd be with some random, sexy, older woman, and with my Gramps
right there in the room. How awkward...

By the time I made it over to the table, my Gramps was already sitting in
an old rocking chair over in the corning, with one of his big long legs
crossed over the other, and the biggest smile on his face... Tammy, she was
standing right next to the table, in nothing but her bra and her
panties. She reached her hand out to me, and I took it, and slowly stepped
towards her. Then she kissed me. [My first]. And that was just as awkward
and intense as everything else that was happening. She stuck her tongue in
my mouth, nearly down my throat. Her tongue was just so long. And I didn't
know a damn thing, at all what I was doing. But I just let her have her
way. Then after she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, she order me on the
table. I complied. I sat on the edge of the table, my long legs and still
mostly flaccid dick hung over beneath me. Seductively Tammy started taking
off her bra. Her breast were so amazing, I nearly fainted at the sight of
them. Her whole body was amazing. She was rocking her hips from side to
side, in sort of a strip tease fashion, to this imaginary beat, as her
panties slowly dropped to the floor. I knew her little show was more for my
Gramps than anything. And he was just sitting there enjoying ever minute of
it.

Once Tammy was completely naked, she walked over to me, and squatted down
sexily between my legs. She grabbed hold of my dick, and for a second she
just held it. She stared at it. She examined it. And it was more than
responding to her touch, getting harder, longer, and bigger the more and
tighter she held it. And I just sat there holding my breathe, in
anticipation of what was to come next. Then once my dick was fully hard in
her hand, she looked back at my Gramps, as to ask for permission. And with
a nod he gave her the okay. And she took me in her mouth. She took my whole
8 inch dick into her mouth. And without even the slightest bit of a gag,
she took me into her throat as well.

My eyes nearly rolled all the way in the back of my head, when my dick
entered Tammy's throat. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I
couldn't believe, I, this shy, nerdy kid, was sitting here getting my dick
sucked, for the first time ever. And by a sexy ass grown woman at that. I
couldn't believe any of this was happening. I could have died right then
and there and been a happy boy. But then Tammy stopped. She looked up, and
stared deep in my eyes and said, "I wanna ride you like I ride your
granddaddy."

Then she stood up and pushed me back on the table, and started climbing on
top of me. I just remember closing my eyes as my back slowly hit that
table.... Then before I knew it, Tammy was sitting on top of me, straddling
my thighs. My eyes were still closed, but I could feel her maneuvering her
body over mine. I could feel the wet hot heat emitting from her groin on to
mine. And as she reached down, grabbing hold of my young hard dick, guiding
it towards her, suddenly I felt the lips of her pussy kiss the tip of my
dick, and everything all went limp......

"Oh it's okay sweetie. You just not ready." Tammy said, as she kissed me on
the cheek, and climbed down off of me. Silently we both got dressed, as my
Gramps looked on in disappointment. He slumped down in his chair, and just
shook his head. I just knew I failed him.

"You know you still owe me some dick, Joe. I'll be back to collect." Tammy
said, as she headed towards the door.

"And I be right here baby." My Gramps said to her. Then he grabbed her ass,
and kissed her in the mouth. The same mouth that had just been on my dick.

"Bye sweetie." She said, looking back at me, blowing a kiss. Then she
left.... And I went back outside to my work, and pretended none of it had
ever happened.

My Gramps and I, we didn't speak. We didn't say word to each other
afterwards. We didn't talk for nearly the rest of that day.



Part 5: Silence leads to the Truth... [my Truth]

The silence between me and Gramps, the rest of that day, was more awkward
than anything that could have ever happened in that shed. But it broke
sometime around dinner.

"What was that out there earlier, Buck?" My Gramps asked me, as he sat
across from me at the dinner table. I was just glad he was speaking to me
again.

"I don't know Gramps." I said, with a sigh of relief that finally I was
getting to hear his voice again.

"Well you need to figure it out. Cause ain't no reason a boy of mine got to
be scared of no pussy... Now tell me the [Truth]. What is it?" My Gramps
asked.

I don't know what it was, with those three words. The power they seem to
have coming from my Gramps. But whenever he'd fixed his mouth to say them,
whenever I heard them, I felt like I could tell him anything, anything in
the whole world. Even if that anything was embarrassing, or sad, or plain
ole fucked up. Even if I knew I'd regret it as soon as it came out of my
mouth. Even if I thought it would disappoint him. I just had to tell him. I
just had to. "What is it?" My Gramps asked.

"I don't know I just didn't like it." I blurted out, nearly in one breathe.

"What you mean, you ain't like Tammy... I can get you somebody else if you
don't like Tammy. I know she a bit much. She might have been a lil too
mature for you. Specially for ya first time. Ain't not her to fret over
boy." He assured me.

But Tammy was far from the problem.

"No Gramps. I don't think..." I paused. I thought about it for a moment,
then I just blurted it out. "I don't like girls Gramps." I boldly said to
my grandfather.

"What you mean boy?" He replied, confused as to what I meant.

"Gramps, I mean, I..... I like boys. Well, men." I clarified for the old
man.

My Gramps was old school, so I didn't know how he'd react. I didn't know
how he'd take his only grandson, telling him he was gay. But I told him
anyway. And for the first time since I had been in his house, my Gramps
couldn't find the words to say to me. I left him speechless. And he left me
wondering where we stood. Whether he still loved me or not. Whether he even
cared for me any more, after hearing my little secret.

"I mean Gramps... I, I ain't never really like girls. I never really looked
at them that way." I felt like the weight of it all was gonna make me
cry. "I never looked at any girl the way I look at men. I don't know...." I
felt the tears welling up more and more, the more I talked, and the more he
didn't. Then finally one fell down my cheek............ and that got his
attention.

"Now stop that shit boy...." My Gramps said to me, with this scowled up
look on his face. "Just cause you don't like pussy, don't mean you got ta
be one. Toughen up." And suddenly, we both laughed. And all the tension and
worry in the room faded away.

"So Gramps you mean you okay with it?" I asked, wiping the tears from my
eyes.

"Why the Hell wouldn't I be... Ta each his own, young Buck. You still my
boy, ain't nothing change. I don't care none bout where you sticking ya
dick, long as you using the motherfucker. It's too pretty just to be
sitting there in you jockeys." He laughed. Then he stood up, walked around
the table, grabbed me, and kissed me on the top of my head and told me he
loved me.

See that's the type of man my Gramps was. A real
man. Kind. Understanding. Not afraid of anything or anyone that might come
his way. But most of all, he was a man that wasn't afraid of love. He
wasn't afraid to love. Whether it was the love he had for me, my dad, even
the women that came in and out of his life. Anybody who has ever known him,
knows he was a man full of love. And he showed it everyday. He showed it to
me that summer. He showed me what being a man [a real man] really was. And
I'm proud to say, that I'm the man I am today because of him... I'm the man
I am today, because I was his Young Buck. He made me so.


*Now I know you didn't think that was it. This is what you're really here
for.



Epilogue: The Real Young Buck, my [Cousin]

Two weeks after I came out to my Gramps, my world changed forever.

It was another one of those hot days. I was in the yard chopping wood [as
usual], when this old beat-up white pickup truck pulled into the
property. & Willy got out.

Willy was a man of my Gramps' own kind. A country
boy. Big. Cornfed. Strong. He was a white boy, but he had that black boy
country swag about him. At the time he was 21 and studying agriculture at
Mississippi State. But his family actually lived a few farms up the
road. His dad and my Gramps had actually been life long friends. And he
grew up knowing my Gramps as kin. Uncle Joe is what he called him. And for
years, since he was a kid, he'd help out on my Gramps land, when he wasn't
working on his own family's land.

Now, see my Gramps wasn't one to really speak too much on other people, but
when it came to Willy, he couldn't help but gush. And I couldn't blame
him. "Now Willy is the type of boy a man can be proud to call son." My
Gramps said to me once. "And I don't think he too fond of the pussy
either." He told me that too. Now it all made sense as to why he was fine
with me, and why he just couldn't wait for Willy and I to meet.

Before Willy could close the car door, my Gramps was running over to greet
him. Now, he wasn't actually running. My Gramps was a little too cool for
that. But he had a little more pep in his step, then I'd seen him with
anyone else, as he walked over to greet the young man.

"What's up Uncle Joe?" Willy greeted, meeting my Gramps half way.

"Nothin' much Nephew, nothin' much." Gramps said, as he affectionately
gripped Willy up by the back of his neck. "Come on over here and meet my
boy Buck."

They came over, and Gramps introduced us. We touched hands, and that was
it: an instant bond, an instant connection.

"What's up with you baby boy?" Willy said to me, with the sexiest fucking
country accent I'd ever heard in my life. I couldn't believe he talked like
that. His voice was so sexy, like Tennessee whiskey and R&B music all
rolled into one. Smooth, powerful, and sexy as hell. I mean, his voice, and
the way he delivered his words alone was enough to have me sprung.

"Hey. What's up. Nice to meet you man." I responded, as I stared the man up
and down. And let me tell you, Willy was one pretty fucking white boy. I
mean really he had the prettiest fucking features, like you'd only find on
a pretty girl. Yet they were all right there, to form this sexy fucking
farm boy.

He had these pouty little lips. They were so cute and pink. He had baby
blue eyes, with the longest fucking lashes. And these little dimples on the
side of his face when he smiled. He was just a pretty fucking man, and he
had me at that. Hell, he had me at "baby boy". But then he had this rough
scruffy looking beard, that made him look all tough and badass. Not to
mention his body was gorgeous. He was jacked. He played football for his
school, and between that and growing up working on a farm, his body was
nothing but muscle. Big. Hard. Muscle. Oh, and he had a six too.

He was the real [Young Buck].

Well anyway for the rest of the summer, Willy was home. And when he could,
[at least once a week], he'd drop by to see his ole Uncle Joe, and his
little cousin [Buck].  Usually when Willy came over, he'd talk to Gramps
for a while, but mostly, he came to see me. He made a real effort to get to
know me, and I him. And whether it was helping me chop wood, or just
hanging out talking shit, I loved every minute of his [company]. And at
first I thought it was all just for my Gramps sake, but I think Willy liked
me a little bit too. I think he liked me a lot. And I found out just how
much he liked me the more he came around.

It had been a few weeks since Willy had been back home, and since he and I
had met. And it seemed like more often than not, he was at our house. I
mean, his usual once a week visits, had suddenly become a daily thing. And
he wasn't just coming by for just a quick Hi and bye, he was staying, and
spending damn near the whole day with us, [me]. And especially so, after I
told him I liked boys. He never told me the same. But whether he liked boys
or not, he definitely like me. And in way more than just a friendly/family
kind of way.

Like I said, Willy was coming around a lot, and staying for hours. It was
like he was obsessed with me, with Gramps, with us. It was like he couldn't
be around us enough. But my Gramps didn't seem to mind at all. Like the
time, I woke up and Willy was already there.

One morning I woke up and walked into the kitchen, and there was Willy
sitting at the table. Gramps was cooking breakfast. And you all know well
how Gramps cooked breakfast. [As naked as the day he was born]. But the
thing is, so was Willy. Now the story that I got, was that for years
whenever Willy got a little too wasted, instead of going home and dealing
with his parents, he'd come over here to clean himself up and sleep it
off. And that's what happened the night before. Willy got drunk, so he came
over to crash, and at some point he took a shower and washed his
clothes. So now he was waiting for them to dry, so he could go
home. Besides my Gramps also told me that country folks weren't too modest
anyway. That out there, if your mama, sister, or somebody else's wife
wasn't in the room, amongst men, they just let it hang. At least that's how
my Gramps saw things. And I guess over the years, after spending so much
time with the man, Willy saw it that way too. But to me, it was still all
too new and weird. I had just started getting used to Gramps walking around
naked all the time. Now here was Willy, throwing his dick in the mix.

Now I know, I've bragged about me and Gramps' meat, but Willy had something
worth talking about too. Willy's dick was just as big and thick, if not
thicker than mine. The only real difference, in the colour. Willy's and my
dick were literally like night and day. Or maybe dark meat vs light. But
nonetheless, there was absolutely no shortage of big dicks down in the
country, no matter what colour they were. At least not where my Gramps and
Willy are from.

Well anyway, it had started becoming almost normal for Willy to pop up day
or night, and hang around with us [naked]. But nothing, ever really became
sexual, until one rainy night when Willy snuck in my bed.

It was late, maybe 2am. It was raining, hard. Gramps was sleep and I was
well on my way to joining him. But something kept telling me, not yet. I
was laying there in my bed putting up a Hell of a fight, with that old sand
man. But then I finally gave in and closed my eyes. But then suddenly I
heard a sound. A noise from outside on the porch. Usually I'd just chalk it
up to the wind, or a raccoon or some other curious little animal from out
in the woods. [I had become accustom to them sneaking around at
night]... But the sounds I heard, we're definitely footsteps, and they were
a lot damn bigger than anything a raccoon could ever make. So I got up to
be the man, [since Gramps was sleep], and check things out. I crept over to
my Gramps dresser to find the old revolver he kept in his sock drawer. I
checked to make sure it was loaded, then I headed to the front door. When I
opened the door and stepped outside, [in nothing but my underwear], I could
see a shadowy figure standing on the other end of the porch. A man. A tall,
big man. And when he saw me, he started coming my way. And the next thing I
know, I let off a shot. My hand shaking the whole time. Luckily for him, he
was able to duck, just in time, as the bullet nearly grazed his
head. Unlucky for me, he was back to his feet, and charging at me again
before I could get another bullet loaded in the chamber.

He came charging at me, tackling me to the wet porch. "Take it easy baby
boy. It's just me." Willy said as his large rain drenched body laid on top
of me, reaching for the gun.

"Damn Willy, I almost killed you." I said petrified that I almost shot a
man, but relieved as all Hell, that it was just Willy. [and that I missed
him]

"Not the way you shoot." Willy said, as he breathed a sigh of relief, and
laid his head on my chest.

"Gimme that thing, before you hurt somebody, Killer." He said laughing,
though it was more of a nervous chuckle. He took the gun, then he rolled
over and laid beside me. He tried to play it off, but I knew he was just as
shook as I was, about my shot in the dark. But Willy was just a cool ass
country boy, so he didn't show too much of his fear. I on the other hand
was a total different story. My heart was beating hard, fast, and loud like
a damn drum solo.

Willy reached over and laid his hand flat on my chest. "Calm down, Baby
Boy, relax." He said, trying to ease my worry. Then out of nowhere he
leaned over and kissed me. And I forget that there was even anything worth
worry about. That kiss was just what I needed to ease my mind and relax my
body.

Willy kissed me, and I kissed him back. He climbed on top of me. And I
could feel the full weight of his body on my chest. And let me tell you,
there's no feeling like have the weight and power of a man, a real man, on
top of you. The feeling of having his heart and chest thump against
yours. And the thunderous beat that they make when they sync together. The
feeling of his muscles tensing and tightening up as he grips hold of your
body. And the heat that seems to vibrate through him and into you.

Willy's body felt so good against mine. It was cold. I was shirtless, in
just my tiny pair of briefs. He was fully clothed, but soaking wet. But it
wasn't long at all before we were both in my bed, making heat with our hot
naked bodies.

He got up, and he pulled me to my feet. We stood there on the porch,
kissing and foundling each other. I was pulling at his wet clothes, and his
hands had found a nice warm home in the back of my briefs. He was squeezing
my ass so hard, I swore I was gonna pop. Then he whispered, "take them
things off." And I complied. I let my briefs drop to the porch. And he just
stood there admiring my young body, like he'd never seen it before. He
licked his lips, then he pushed me up against the open door frame, and
dropped to his knees. I had one of my bare naked ass cheeks on the wall,
the other peeking through the front door. And my dick resting comfortably
on Willy's tongue. Man I was in heaven. He sucked me off for a few
minutes. Then he made me turn around. He put his hand on my back, and
pressed me into the wall, while he placed kisses all over my young round
ass. "I want you to stand just like this for me, Baby Boy, ok." He
said. Then with both hands he spread my ass cheeks and stuck his tongue
inside. Oh it was the best feeling in the world. He swirled is tongue round
and round inside me, getting my hole all loose and wet. I never knew it was
possible, but my hole was getting wet like a woman. Making its own juices
as Willy's tongue worked his inside me. Their mixture was a taste that
Willy loved, and devoured. "Oh baby, you taste so good." He said, as he
came up for air. He stood up and started kissing my neck and my
shoulder. Letting his tongue drift in and out of my ear. He started slowly
taking off his wet clothes, letting them drop to the floor, all the while
never letting his lips leave my neck and my back. Once he was fully naked,
he pressed his whole body into mine. It felt so good. He slowly let his
dick run up and down my ass, as he humped my body. "You mind if I stick it
in Baby Boy. I know you never did this before. But I wont hurt you." He
whispered, then he kissed my back. I turned my head around to see if it was
really him. He kissed me on the lips, and I knew it was. Then I said to
him, that I didn't mind, as long as he didn't hurt me. And he reassured me
he wouldn't. And that was all there was left to be said. He slowly let his
dick slide between my ass and into my virgin hole. It hurt a bit, but not
as much to make me wanna stop him. And he was more than slow and gentle
about it. Not to mention, he had already let his tongue do all the hard
work of getting me all nice and wet and open. So in no time, and little
effort, I was letting him all the way in. And once he was inside, I could
feel the weight of total fullness, inside me.

Willy fucked me on that porch until he came deep inside me. Then once he
was finished he led me around to the shower, where he let me fuck him. I
tried my best to emulate what I saw my Gramps doing to that women under the
shower, that night I caught him, not too long ago. I don't think did half a
bad job, even though it was my first time. And from the way Willy was
moaning while I was inside him, I think he'd agree.

But I had a great time that summer. I learned a lot, I did a lot, I
experience a lot. And I owe it all to my Gramps, and my Cousin Willy, [the
real Young Buck].


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