Farmboy 8
The warmth of the water is just what I need after a good fuck. And Buck has worn me out. I open my eyes slightly and look at the man who is slowly stealing my heart. The body of a man with the innocence of a child; so beautiful to look at and so wonderful to be held in his powerful arms. Is this the man I’ve always dreamed about or are we just meant for one of those short, high intensity relationships that burn hot and fizzle quickly? I see him fidgeting like he can’t sit still. He opens his eyes and catches me looking at him. He whispers, “I have a surprise for you, Bryce.” He grins that devilish child-like grin of his. “You have another surprise for me, Buck? I don’t know if I can handle it.”, I say in a pseudo-annoyed tone. “You want your surprise or not?” he teases. “OK, OK…give it to me.” I smile. With that, Buck flips over and gets on all fours and makes his way to me, maintaining full eye contact. God, he’s sexy. He saunters up to me and comes within an inch of my mouth. I can feel his breath on my lips and prepare for one of his soft sensual kisses; my dick even starts to twitch. But suddenly, he turns around and sticks his hot ass in my face with his anus winking at me. I am immediately mesmerized. I can’t figure out what he’s doing until I see his anus puckering and flexing. Slowly, a bead of my cum starts to dribble out and run down the back of his nut sack. He seems to be restricting the flow and it is fucking hot to watch it flow from his hole. I stared in amazement at the pearls of white rolling down the seam of his pink sack. How many sperm are in each drop? I wondered to myself. Look at the size of his testicles, I awed. Almost involuntarily, I slowly gripped his hips and pulled his ass to my face. I lapped at the creamy stream from the bottom of his nut pouch, up the seam, and zeroed in on the beckoning sphincter. I lapped and licked at Buck’s hole with the deliberateness and enthusiasm of a kid with an ice cream cone. I tongued his moist hole and made it my goal to eat every drop of the seed I had planted within him. Buck moaned with pleasure as I probed deeper into him; slowly at first and then more ravenously as he released my prize. I ate until I had licked the honey jar clean. “Oh, Buck…that was a wonderful surprise. But now I have one for you.” I nudged him to turn around and we met face to face. Staring into his eyes, I kissed him deeply, pushing some of my creamy prize into his mouth. Our tongues met and I offered him a taste of what he had given to me. When he realized what he was getting, his eyes got big and he sucked my tongue furiously. We kissed deeply for awhile until we both slid below the water line and closed our eyes. I reached over and put the jets on low.
I woke a few minutes later with Buck’s caressing touch on my face. As my eyes opened, I could see my lover staring intently into my eyes. A small smile came across his face. “Bryce…” he whispered.
“Yeah, Buck” I said smoothly.
“I’m hungry!” he said loudly and I was slightly startled.
“I’m sorta hungry, too…but I just ate a nice hot ass for my appetizer.”
“Take me to a nice place and I’ll treat you” he said generously.
“What are you in the mood for? The cuisine of every nation is available to you within a short distance.” I spoke confidently. “You look like a meat and potatoes kinda guy to me.” I said as I gripped his muscled bicep.
“Sushi, actually.” He replied with a nervous grin.
“Sushi??? I love sushi! Well, my friend Buck…ummm…hey, I don’t know your last name. What is it?” I said, forgetting the sushi.
“Thorpe.” He said blandly.
“Buck Thorpe. Hmmm…I guess it fits you. Maybe Buck THOR is better. Hey, that reminds me of a joke where the punch line is: You think you’re ‘thor…I’m so ‘thor I can’t sit down!” I laughed with my head down, not realizing that Buck didn’t get the joke.
“You don’t like my name?” Buck said in a disappointed voice.
“No, baby…that’s NOT what I said or meant. It’s just not a last name I could have ever guessed. So is Buck your real first name or a nickname?” I asked soothingly?
“It’s the name my uncle gave me when we moved in with him. My real name is Brockton Thorpe. We moved in with my aunt and uncle when Ben and I were four years old. My parents…they died in a car crash and they took us in.” Buck looked almost embarrassed at his history.
I admit it. I was instantly choked up, and then I said, “Oh, Buck. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. That must have been a tough thing to happen and to live through.”
“Uncle Ted and Aunt Maggie are really the only parents we know. They are good people…they took us in and treated us as if we were their own. They couldn’t have their own kids, and Aunt Maggie said it was the way the Lord made something beautiful out of something so horrible. Me and Ben never wanted for anything and they gave us a good place to grow up. Most of the time we called them mom and dad.” Buck just unloaded all this information on me like he had it bottled up for years. His face was hard to read…there was almost no emotion.
I put my hand on his shoulder and Buck covered my hand. He took it and kissed it, then held it to his cheek.
“It’s OK, Bryce. I hardly recall my parents and only miss them when I think about how different my life might have been. I’ll tell you about it sometime. But for now…I am so hungry I could eat a bear. And bears like fish…so I want SU-SHI !” Buck hoisted me up out of the water and grabbed at the towels hanging. He patted me dry playfully and seemed to spend a lot of time dabbing my package. He placed the towel between my legs, almost like a diaper and rubbed it back and forth, grazing my balls and chaffing my asshole. It felt nice.
We dressed for dinner and were ready in a flash. Buck went to the guest room while I stayed in mine. I invited him to be naked with me, but he said he needed to find just the right clothes. We met in the living room after twenty minutes and my mouth just dropped when I saw him. He was stunning in his charcoal suit with a white striped shirt.