Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 19:59:14 -0500
From: 48deekross@gmail.com
Subject: Buck Chapter 2

     Disclaimer: This story involves a relationship between two males under
the age of 18. By the end of the story, both will have reached 18 years of
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	I was lying on my bed later that evening when my phone started to
buzz. I looked down to see that it was Buck calling me. I smiled.
	I hadn't stopped thinking about him since I'd gotten home. I spaced
out several times at the dinner table, causing both of my parents to
question if I was getting enough sleep. I had to assure them that I was
fine, but, really, I wasn't. I was freaking out. This big `ole teddy-bear
of a redneck told me he liked me. And I liked him, too.
	"Hello?"
	"Hey Lee, got a minute to talk?"
	"Yeah, I'm not doing anything besides laying on the bed watching
TV. What are you up to?"
	"Not much. Sitting out on the back porch, thinking `bout today." I
decided to play naive.
	"What about today?"
	"You ass, you know what I'm talking about!" I laughed.
	"Yeah? Maybe I do, maybe I don't."
	"Don't be such a cock-tease!"
	We laughed and chatted on for a few minutes. The conversation
quickly morphed from talking about the day to discussing the upcoming
week. Nothing too terribly important was going on, but neither one of us
were excited about having to go to school.
	"Well, I guess I'll let you go. The mosquitos are eating me alive
sitting out here like this."
	"Alright Buck." I paused, not really knowing what else to say. He
didn't make a sound either, and, for a moment, an awkward silence fell over
us. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
	I know it sucked, but it was the best thing I could come up with.
	"Yeah, sounds good. Night Lee."
	"Goodnight, Buck."
	After we hung up, I shut my eyes and lay still for a moment. I
wished I had said something better, something smarter. Something that told
him I wanted to do something like go fishing with him again.
	I kicked myself in the ass for a couple more minutes before
deciding that I needed to get up and take a shower. I walked into my
bathroom and stripped off my clothes, the same clothes I wore on our
fishing adventure earlier that day.
	My dick fell out of my underwear, semi-hard from thinking about
Buck. Hell, it had been semi-hard all day. Those two kisses left me more
than just a little horny. I looked down and played with it a little,
shaking it around and watching it flop around my balls. I knew I would have
to get off at some point, and the current dilemma was whether or not I
would take care of it before or after my shower.
	"What the hell? Might as well do it now." I sat down on the toilet
and leaned back, letting my hand travel down to my growing dick. I took it
in my hand and closed my eyes as I began to work it. I didn't use lube very
often; I liked the way it felt when I jerked off dry.
	In my head passed images of Buck. None of them overly sexual,
though several times I did think of his soft dick, piss flowing from the
slit as he stood in the middle of the hunting club entrance. I thought
about his lopsided smile, the way his jeans hugged his thick butt, that
slight musk I could smell whenever he had kissed me.
	I opened my eyes, a little surprised. I wasn't just imagining that
musk; I could actually smell it. The thought finally dawned on me that,
since I hadn't showered all day after sweating my balls off in the fishing
boat, I could smell myself. I reached down and ran a hand over my balls,
then brought it up to my face. I took a big whiff and was instantly
overcome by the strong scent of sweat and ballsac.
	I closed my eyes again and began pulling on my pecker even
harder. I imagined it was Buck's nuts that I could smell. I imagined him
slapping them against my face, letting me get the smell straight from the
source.
	Some pre-cum leaked from my piss-slit, and I pushed it all around
the head of my dick, using the slippery liquid to excite that sensitive
tissue. The feeling was electric. I knew I wasn't going to last much
longer.
	I caught another whiff of musk, but this time, it was stronger, a
little heavier. The feeling was building in my balls, though, and I didn't
have time to explore what this new smell was. I thought back to Buck's soft
cock, piss flowing from the end of it, his sweaty nuts hanging behind
it. Those sweaty nuts were what did me in. My body tensed. I saw stars as
the cum fell from the end of my dick. By the time I came back to
consciousness, the area between my belly button and my soft, trimmed pubes
was covered in cum.
	I sat forward, still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm. I sat
there for another moment or two, just basking in the glow that masturbation
gives a young boy.
	When I stood up, finally deciding that it was time to get in the
shower, I caught another whiff of that strong musk. Since my mind was now
clear enough, I tried to figure out where the smell was coming from. It
wasn't my balls; I knew that smell well. Was it my dirty socks?
	I picked them up and smelled. While they definitely reaked, it
wasn't them. My underwear, maybe? I gave those the sniff test as well, and,
while they were definitely musky, they weren't nearly strong enough to be
this smell.
	It took another minute before it finally dawned on me what the
smell was. It was my ass. I felt dumb for not putting it together
sooner. Sitting in that hot boat all day, of course my ass had gotten
sweaty. It only made sense that it would be such a strong smell.
	While the smell may have appealed to me while I was horny, I
definitely felt the need to shower. I got in and cleaned myself good,
soaping up all over, paying extra attention to my ass crack and the cummy
area on my front.
	After my shower, I set my alarm and lay down. Between the day with
Buck and my extraordinary session in the bathroom, I felt incredibly
tired. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep within a matter of minutes.


	Buck was already at his computer by the time I got to fifth period
the next day. I walked up and put my things down, but he didn't look up.
	"Hey," I said hitting his arm, "what's up?"
	"Huh?" He still didn't look up. He was playing some game, though he
didn't look like he was all that into it. "Oh, nothing, just playing this
game."  I took my seat.
	"I'm so tired. I slept like a rock last night, but it definitely
doesn't feel like enough." I stretched back, pushing my arms out behind my
head as my abdomen lengthened out.
	"Uh huh." He kept playing the game, never once looking up.  I
thought it was odd, but I chose to believe he was just really caught up in
the game, or really tired, or just having a bad day. I did my best to
forget it and work on my assignment for Mr. Johnson.
	Buck didn't say much for the rest of class. I tried not to think
much about it, but it was definitely noticeable. He seemed subdued, a
contrast to his normal, goofy attitude.
	"You feeling okay? You seem quiet today." We had just sat down at
the lunch table. No one else had joined us yet.
	"Huh?" He asked looking up. With a wave of his hand he
continued. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling pretty tired. I didn't sleep much
last night." He looked up and his eyes focused over my shoulder. "Hey!" I
wouldn't say he yelled, but his voice certainly carried across the entire
lunchroom. "Ashley, come here!"
	I turned around to look.
	Ashley Brooks wasn't someone I knew particularly well, and, from
everything I'd ever heard about her, wasn't someone I wanted to get to know
better. Her eyes lit up when she looked over and saw Buck. She grabbed her
plate and quickly sauntered over to the table.
	"Hey Bucky!" She quipped. She sat down right next to him and, to no
one's surprise, completely ignored me.
	And that's how the rest of lunch passed. The two of them talked and
ate. I sat on the other side of the table and ate, though I felt virtually
alone. Neither one of them paid me any mind, and I didn't try to get their
attention.
	The next two days went the same way. Buck was very distant, very
quiet. He flirted with Ashley every day during lunch. We didn't text or
talk on the phone, not even once.
	I felt like a fool.
	He'd given me so much hope that day we went fishing. He gave me
hope that I wasn't alone. He gave me hope that there were other people like
me who, surprisingly, could be attracted to me. He then ripped every bit of
that hope away.
	I felt like a fool.
	I'll save you the part about me getting caught up in stupid teenage
emotions. If you're reading this, I'd imagine you've felt those emotions
before. Not something I, nor anyone, should have to relive.
	I made up my mind that I would ignore Buck on Thursday. I'd sit at
a different computer. I'd sit at a different lunch table. I'd do my very
best to just avoid him at all costs, as much as it pained me to do so.
	It ended up being a fairly shitty day. I couldn't think about
anything but him. I turned around numerous times in fifth period, just to
look over to where he was sitting. I hoped he would be looking at me when I
turned around. We'd make eye contact. He'd get up and move over near
me. Everything would be okay.
	No such luck.
	At lunch, I decided to sit in a different area of the lunchroom. It
took every bit of willpower I had, but I knew I couldn't just stare at him
while he ate. That's what I would end up doing if I were anywhere close to
him.
	My bad luck continued, though. As I was finishing up my food, I
looked up to see him walking by, Ashley at his side. She was giggling,
looking up at him like he were Adonis. I felt sick.
	Friday was better. I did the same thing, but I didn't quite feel
the need to look at him every five minutes when we were in fifth period. At
lunch, I found some other people to sit with and, surprisingly, didn't
think about him at all.
	Don't get me wrong. Looking back on it, I can admit that I was
pretty heartbroken. I've always hated saying that, but I'll admit it. It
made it easier to just pretend that I didn't care, even though I was only
pretending with myself.


	I was in the backyard on Saturday afternoon when my phone started
ringing. I was almost finished weeding one of mama's flowerbeds, a task
that had taken me quite a while to finish up. I took off a glove and fished
through my pocket for my phone. When I finally pulled it out, my stomach
dropped out of my butthole.
	It was Buck.
	I hesitated, but answered out of sheer relief that I would at least
get to hear his voice. I could pretend all I wanted to, but I was nowhere
near over him.
	"Hello?"
	"Hey Lee. You got a minute to talk?" I sat back and pulled my other
glove off.
	"Yeah, I guess." He didn't say anything right away, and I certainly
wasn't going to step up and say anything. I didn't want to scare him
away. He finally spoke, though I could hear the hesitation in his voice.
	"Do you want to go get some food tonight?" The question caught me
so off guard that, before I could think about what I was saying, I agreed
to go with him. He hung up pretty quickly thereafter, sounding like he was
relieved to get off the phone.  What had I done? Agreed to go out with
someone who had ignored me all week? What the hell? I had it bad for him,
but I didn't realize I could be so stupid.
	I battled with myself for a little while before finally working up
the nerve to text him.
	"Can't go tonight. Sorry." It wasn't meant to be bitchy, just
concise.
	Okay, maybe a little bitchy.
	He replied "What? Why?" pretty quickly. I wasn't entirely sure what
to say. Should I tell him it's because my mom said I couldn't? That was
certainly the easiest thing to do. Or should I tell him it's because he
acted like a jackass to me all week? That would make me feel better.
	I guess I took too long thinking, though, because my phone starting
ringing in my hand.
	"Hello?" I tried to be as nonchalant as possible.
	"Why can't you go tonight? I thought you just said you could?"
	"It isn't that I can't. I just don't want to." The words came out
of my mouth before I could really think about them, but I don't regret
it. He deserved to hear it. There was a pause on the other end.
	"Why not?"
	"You ignored me all week. Barely said a word to me. And now you
want to hang out?"
	"I'm coming over. Be ready in 10."
	Before I could say anything he'd already hung up. I started to
panic. First, I didn't want to see him. I wanted to be mad at him, and if I
could see that lopsided grin, I wouldn't be able to stay upset. Second, I
needed to come up with something to tell my parents. I didn't think I could
convince Buck not to come over, so I needed to come up with some excuse as
to why he was showing up unannounced.
	I decided to say that we were going to hang out at his house. I
didn't want to have this conversation at my house, so I figured I'd push
things a different direction.
	"Mom?" I called as I walked inside.
	"In my room!"
	"Hey," I said, rounding the corner, "Is it okay if I go hang out
with Buck?" I made sure to ask in such a way that she could shoot me
down. That way, I could send him away, using my parents as the excuse. No
such luck, though.
	"Of course, just don't be too late getting back."  Buck pulled into
the driveway a couple of minutes later, but I was ready. I walked out the
door and headed toward his truck quickly. By the time I got there, he was
getting out of the driver's side.
	"Get back in. We aren't talking here." I opened the passenger side
and plopped my ass down in the front seat. He didn't say anything, just got
back in and turned the truck back on.
	I kept my mouth shut as we headed down the road. I didn't feel the
need to say anything. I'd already said what I needed to say; it was his
turn.
	It took a few minutes before he finally spoke.
	"I'm sorry about this week."
	"Okay." He looked over, but I avoided his stare.
	"What the fuck is your problem?" I looked up, rather surprised not
only at his use of the word "fuck," but also that he couldn't figure out
why I was upset.
	"Really? You ignore me all week, blow me off for some stupid slut,
and you can't figure out what the fuck is wrong with me?" He didn't
respond, so I kept going. "You told me you liked me. You kissed me twice!
You called me just to talk before bed. And then you won't even acknowledge
my presence. You didn't even think twice about the fact that I didn't sit
with you at lunch on-"
	"Yes I did." I was on such a rampage at that point that his
interruption caused me to bite my tongue. I swore, but it helped end my
little tirade.
	"What do you mean?" I finally asked after nursing the side of my
tongue.
	"I thought about you every single day, especially the days you
didn't sit with me at lunch." He wasn't looking at me, which was probably
smart considering he was driving. He had a tight grip on the steering
wheel, though, so tight that his knuckles were starting to lose color. "Do
you think I liked treating you that way?"
	"Well," I said, sitting back in my seat, "I certainly didn't think
you hated it. You seemed pretty into Ashley." I was feeling a little less
angry after hearing him say he had been thinking of me, but it still didn't
explain his behavior.
	He laughed very loudly, very sarcastically.
	"Fuck her," he finally said. "I wouldn't touch her if someone paid
me to." I smirked, glad to know that she didn't appeal to him at all.
	"Lee, I really am sorry." He turned to look at me, a serious
expression on his face.
	"Okay," I finally managed. "But why?"
	"I'm scared." I could barely hear him, but what he had said was
clear. I couldn't blame him, either.
	"I get that."
	We rode in silence for a while. The truck moved slowly down dirt
road after dirt road, fields and trees passing us by. Part of me really
wanted to say sorry for being so upset with him. It was the part of me that
really liked him, that wanted him to like me back. The part of me that was
desperate to have him kiss me again.
	The other part of me felt justified in being mad. So what if he was
scared? So was I. I don't really give that part of myself much credit, but
still, it exists.
	"I get it if you don't want to hang out with me anymore. It was a
really shitty thing I did to you, but I didn't know what else to do. I'm
scared of my parents. I'm scared of the people at school. I'm scared of the
people at church. I'm just damn scared, Lee. There hasn't been a single gay
kid out in our high school in who knows when. There is probably a reason
for that."
	When I didn't respond, he got frustrated.
	"Do you not feel that way? Aren't you scared of being gay?"
	"Yeah, I am. But I'm not so scared that I would just completely
ignore you. I don't have to tell anyone that I'm gay. I can still hang out
with you and like you and not tell anyone. They can say what they will, but
who cares? Until they find me kissing a guy, they can't prove anything."
	He smiled a small smile, and I hoped I got my point across to him.
	"Can you teach me to think like that? Because right now, I care far
too much about what other people think of me." He laughed, and I smiled. He
had a way of doing that, of making me smile.
	"I guess I'll try, but truth be told, I'm all talk. I care about
what other people think, but I try to convince myself that I don't. It's a
bad situation to be in."
	I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point during our
conversation, I got over the problems of the past week. I couldn't help
it. Buck made me feel like everything was okay, even when he'd made me feel
the exact opposite for the last several days.
	We kept talking for a while, finding more dirt roads to wander
down. The sun drew lower and lower as we rode, and, before long, it was
dark.
	"I know you said you didn't want to go get food with me, but I'm
starving." Buck looked over at me and grinned.  "I guess I can get over it,
just this once."
	We ended up just grabbing burgers at one of the fast food places in
town, but I still enjoyed myself. We sat down inside and ate. I got a
little worried when I saw people we knew inside. I worried Buck would shut
down when he saw them. After all, it didn't take a genius to figure out
that he really just didn't want to be seen with me.
	I shouldn't have worried, though. He spoke to them like any other
day and immediately turned his attention back to me. It even felt a little
like a date.


	We left the burger place and headed back out into the country. I
texted mom and told her I'd be a while so that she didn't worry.
	"You wanna just stay at my place tonight? We can stay out later if
you do." I liked the idea, but I was a little scared. Staying at Buck's
place meant I had to sleep in the bed with him. Two horny teenage boys in a
bed together could only end in one way.
	"Yeah, that sounds good, let me text mama." Hey, I never said that
one way was a bad way for the night to end. I texted her and got a reply a
few minutes later, giving me the go ahead to stay at Buck's. We rode on,
laughing and having a good time.
	"You wanna go out to the farm? We can lay in the back and look at
the stars. It's really dark out there so it's easy to see them." He asked
after a little while.
	"Yeah, sounds great."


	He parked the truck near the pond where we first kissed. When we
got out of the truck, I realized he wasn't kidding. It was pitch black out
there.
	I put my foot on the tire and climbed over into the back of the
truck. Buck did the same. We both lay back, lacing our hands together under
our heads. It was quite amazing just how many stars we could see lying out
there like that. I was downright flabbergasted, having never looked at the
night sky that closely.
	Neither of us said anything for awhile. I tried to count and see
how many I could count before I became confused, but it didn't take long. I
giggled to myself as I got more and more confused. Buck soon took notice.
	"What's so funny?" He asked as he rolled over to look at me.
	"Nothing, just being stupid."
	"Oh yeah? Try me." I relayed my story of trying to count the stars,
only to be met with laughter.
	"Yeah, you're right," he mused as he lay back, "that was stupid."
	I reached over to smack his chest, but I guess that's what he was
hoping for. He reached up quickly and, grabbing my wrist, pulled me toward
him. I ended up with my chest against his side and my face close to his.
	"Smooth." I laughed. He just grinned before wrapping his arm around
me and pulling me closer. His mouth landed on mine, and, I have to admit, I
had missed it. What was great about this time, though, was that there was
no time limit. It didn't have to just be a little peck.
	And it wasn't.
	His lips pushed hard against mine. I could feel his tongue trying
to fight its way into my mouth, but I held back. I teased him like that for
a little while, but he eventually won his way in. It was my first true
taste of Buck. It was nice; he didn't have terrible breath or anything like
that. Our tongues fought for a while in my mouth before I tried to push my
way into his. I didn't have a ton of experience with kissing, and the
little bit I did have had been with girls. My kissing may have been clumsy,
but Buck didn't seem to care. He kissed with passion, pushing my head this
way and that way as he worked his lips against mine.
	I took a chance and nipped as his bottom lip. It was meant to be a
small, playful tug. However, I ended up with a large portion of his lip in
my mouth by accident. Rather than correct my mistake, I began sucking and
tugging on it. An audible moan escaped his lips, which instantly filled me
with pride.  If the moan weren't enough to let me know that I was doing a
good job, what Buck did next certainly clued me in. Bringing his free arm
around, he grabbed me and pulled me such that I ended up lying on top of
him. Face to face, chest to chest, and, most importantly, crotch to crotch.
	We continued kissing, our mouths moving to a silent rhythm. His
hands glided smoothly over my back, but he never allowed them to drop so
low as to touch my butt. Every so often, he would scrape his nails along
through the fabric of my shirt, sending shivers through my entire body.
	Eventually, he grabbed my hips and pushed them back and forth. My
cock had been hard since we lay down in the truck bed, and I could
certainly feel how hard he was against me. His hands felt powerful on my
hips; they pushed and pulled with veracity, causing me to grind into him
over and over again. With every thrust, an amazing feeling emanated from my
cock. My lips were still locked against his, but I could hear myself
involuntarily whimper with each pass of my dick against his.
	Without warning, he pulled his lips from mine. I opened my eyes to
find him staring at me, a soft smile on his lips.
	"You seem to be enjoying yourself." I heard the words, but I didn't
quite understand them at first. I felt as though I were in a fog.
	"Yeah," I agreed, eventually, "I guess I am."
	I rolled from my place atop him and lay back in my original spot. I
took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to process everything that
had just happened. I could feel myself leaking in my pants, and I doubted
that my boner would subside anytime soon.
	Buck rolled onto his side, propped his head up on his arm, and
laughed softly.
	"I'm having a pretty good time myself." I laughed quietly. His eyes
left mine, instead traveling down my body. "You're so damn hot, Lee."
	"You are, too. I can't believe I'm out here with you."
	"Yeah, neither can I." He lay back again and looked up at the
sky. I turned my attention back to the stars as well, but every so often I
caught myself looking down at the bulge that was very visible in his
jeans. We lay like that for a while, neither saying anything. Finally, he
spoke.
	"We should probably get back to the house. Don't want anybody to
come looking for us."
	"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Buck stood up first and
offered me his hand. He pulled me up and grabbed me, bringing me in tight
against him. His lips landed on mine and we stood there, in the back of his
truck, locked in a tight embrace. I could feel his hard cock against me,
and it was nice to know that I wasn't the only one suffering from a
prolonged boner.
	"If you want," he said as he broke the kiss, "we can take care of
these when we get home." The comment flooded me with anxiety, the nervous
feeling hitting my stomach like a ton of bricks. Was I really ready for
this? Kissing and dry humping were one thing, but was I ready to fulfill
all of my fantasies and have sex with Buck?
	He must've sensed my apprehension.
	"No no no, we don't have to do anything! We can just sleep."
Looking back on it, it was kind of cute, how nervous he became on seeing me
so worked up over his comment. At the time, I was too nervous to see how
sweet it was.
	"No, I mean, you're so hot Buck. So hot. And it isn't that I don't
want to. I'm just... Nervous, I guess. Sex is a big step." His eyes opened
wide.
	"Who said anything about sex? I just wanted to jack you off." He
smiled that lopsided smile that I had come to love so much and immediately
assuaged my fears.
	"Come on, let's get back to the house."