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 age. If you are offended or prefer not to read material in which persons are not yet 18, please read no further. I intend to harm/offend no one. If you like the story or wish to contact the author, please email 48deekross@gmail.com. I'll take any constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!
Buck's dad was lying in his recliner when we walked in. We both spoke to him. I remembered Mr. Turner as being a nice, though often quiet, man. He gave me a nod and told me it had been too long before turning back to the TV. Buck and I headed back to his room, far enough separated from the living room that we would likely not be bothered.
I was more than a little nervous, the knots in my stomach causing me to feel sick. It doesn't make much sense, really. I had been fine with kissing Buck and humping him out at the farm, so I should be fine with doing basically the same thing with him again. Maybe it was because his parents were so close by. Maybe it was because we would actually be removing our clothes. I still don't know.
I walked in ahead of Buck, and he closed the door behind us. He didn't turn the light on. We stood awkwardly for a moment, neither of us making a move. Lying in the truck bed, it had all seemed so natural. Now it felt... wrong.
Buck moved, closing the distance between us. He was a hair taller than me, so, even though we were practically face-to-face, he had to look ever so slightly down at me. His eyes locked onto mine. His brow was furrowed, his mouth in a hard line. I have no idea what kind of look I was wearing. I was equal parts nervous and turned on. The look he gave me turned me on even more.
"You have some really intense eyes. You know that?" His voice was low. I smiled, not knowing how to respond. He reached out and lay his hands on my hips, pulling me until our bodies were touching. When our bodies finally touched, every shred of anxiety left my body. I turned my face up toward him, willing him to kiss me.
That was all it took.
The kiss that started it all was gentle. Our lips fell into place, fitting together like puzzle pieces. He was warm, warm enough for me to remember it vividly. His hands still lay on my hips, holding me tightly against him as he worked his mouth against mine.
His tongue worked its way quickly into my mouth, sliding it in and out in a rhythm that matched the opening and closing of our lips. I used my own tongue to play back, pushing at his and trying to work my way into his mouth. Before long, I was again caught up in biting at his bottom lip. I could hear soft moans coming from the back of his throat as I did so, and it filled me with a certain sense of pride.
His dick felt incredibly hard against me. It pushed at the fabric of his jeans in much the same fashion as my own. I could feel a little leakage in my boxers, an anticipation of what was to come. I didn't have to wait long.
Before I was fully aware of what was happening, Buck was pulling me backward toward his bed. He turned us both around and rather forcefully pushed me onto the bed. I landed with a soft thud. He climbed on top of me quickly, reconnecting his mouth with my own. He immediately started to grind his crotch into me, rubbing our cocks together over and over again.
We were breathing loudly, softly moaning every now and again as the right amount of pressure was applied to the right spot. I was glad we were far away from the living room. We weren't super loud, but I'm sure we weren't exactly being quiet either.
Buck pulled away, sitting up and pulling his shirt up over his head. His exposed chest and stomach shone dimly in the light from a streetlamp outside. I reach up, connecting my hand with his bare torso for the very first time. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest and around his belly button. The area was firm, though not chiseled. I moved my hands all over, exploring every inch. He stayed sitting like that, straddling me and letting me feel his body. I lingered at his nipples, running my fingers over them again and again until they hardened up. I had seen guys playing with their nipples in porn before, so I figured it was worth a shot.
The effect was pretty evident. Buck's eyes closed. His head tilted backward. His hips continued moving back and forth, which felt amazing against my crotch.
I moved my hands to his shoulders and pulled him back down against me. Our mouths connected and immediately began to work furiously. I held him tightly against me, enjoying the feeling of him pressing down on me. His being bigger than me, even though it was only slightly, was such a turn on. He could easily control me if he wanted, and I knew it.
Before long, I shed my shirt as well. We moved, then, to sit next to one another with our backs against the wall. Buck began running his hands across my chest and stomach, sending shivers throughout my entire body. I knew at that moment that I never wanted the feeling to end. I wanted him to touch me forever. He leaned in and began kissing me again, still running his hands all over my torso.
And then it happened.
He allowed his hand to fall farther than before. It brushed across the outside of my jeans, finally coming to rest on top of my thigh, very near to my throbbing pecker. I followed his lead and leaned over to lay my hand on his leg.
I began rubbing my thumb in circles, pressing into the tight fabric in order to feel the muscle underneath. His thigh was meaty, just like the rest of him. My thighs were no match, though it didn't seem to bother him. I was acutely aware of him moving his hand around on my thigh, pressing firmly against me.
Finally, I could no longer take it. I took the plunge, jumped in head first. I moved my hand over just a bit and made contact with his cock, something I had been longing to do for weeks. I can tell you one thing: it was hard as a rock. Not that I was surprised. His heavy breathing had given away just how turned on he was. When my hand hit his meat, he gasped, and I felt him tense. I kept rubbing.
"Sorry," I mumbled, though not sorry enough to move my hand away.
"No, don't be sorry. I... it feels amazing." He sounded out of breath. "Let me show you."
He moved his hand to my cock, and it was electrifying. Even through my jeans, the feeling of someone else's hand on my dick made me want to cum. I was already close, and the feel of his hand pushed me even closer.
We sat there for a moment, rubbing each other's cocks and breathing heavily. I had been right; he was a little bigger than me, both in girth and length. I hoped he wasn't disappointed at my being smaller than him.
"Let's take our pants off." He looked at me and smiled that lopsided smile, the one I couldn't refuse.
"Someone is eager."
"I've been so horny all day. I need to get off, Lee."
A second later we had shed our pants and boxers. We were standing again, next to the bed. Our dicks pointed out from our bodies, mine pointing a little upward. This was the first time we had truly seen each other naked, so we took our time in drinking in the view.
Below that beautiful cock hung his balls. They were pretty average looking, but, at the sight of them, I couldn't help but imagine what they smelled like. I'd gotten off multiple times to the thought. Above his cock was a nice, blonde bush. The pubes weren't out of control but definitely had not been trimmed recently.
I stood in absolute awe.
He finally broke my trance my reaching out and wrapping a hand around my pecker. While it was just a hand, a hand not very dissimilar to my own, it was a completely alien feeling. Someone else was stroking me, gliding their fingers over my length.
I didn't want to deprive him of the sensation, so I quickly reached out to grab him. The skin of his cock felt soft, juxtaposed against the rigidity of the flesh underneath.
We ended up back on the bed after a moment. We lay next to one another, continuing to stroke. It was a little awkward, having our arms intertwined as we tried to jack the other off. Good thing neither of us needed much stimulation.
It happened rather quickly. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I couldn't have imagined how quickly I came. I felt the sensation starting, especially down in my sack. I held back for as long as I could, trying to make the orgasm as big as I could.
With a very loud groan, I started cumming. His hand didn't slow down as the ropes of cum fell from the end of my dick. The sensation was very overwhelming, and my entire body convulsed. When the feeling finally started dying away and I could open my eyes, I found quite a beautiful scene.
Jizz coated my belly button and little happy trail. Bucks hand was still firmly holding my cock, and there was cum dripping from his fingers. My own hand was still on his cock, which was still completely erect. I hadn't realized it, but my hand stopped stroking when my orgasm hit.
Buck was watching me intently, and I believe he was silently willing me to keep stroking him. I couldn't very well leave him like that.
I began jerking with a new veracity, and it didn't take long. I saw his stomach tense. I heard a small whimper escape his lips. I felt the warm, gooey feeling of his splooge spilling over my hand.
We lay there for a while, breathing heavily and letting the feelings of post-orgasm wash over us. As I came down from my high, I became aware of how sweaty I had gotten during our romp. I looked over at Buck and noticed that he was also glistening.
We jostled each other around a little bit, making stupid comments and jokes about what we had done. His cum was drying on my hand. My own cum was drying in my pubes.
"I need a shower." He said exactly what I was thinking.
"Yeah, I do too."
He moved to get up off of the bed. The place where his arm had been pressed against mine now felt empty.
"You wanna go first?" He asked as he reached down and grabbed his t-shirt, which he used to wipe away some of the jizz.
"Na, you can go ahead. I'm still not sure if my legs will work." He laughed and conceded, shutting the door behind him as he headed for the bathroom, which was next door to his room.
I continued lying there, gently playing with my cock. I heard the shower turn on. I imagined Buck soaping up and washing away the jizz. He was so sexy, and I couldn't believe I'd gotten so lucky.
I finally got up after a couple minutes and grabbed his tshirt off the floor. He'd already used it to clean up, so I figured he wouldn't mind if I did.
As I was wiping my belly, I noticed his boxers still on the floor. Despite having just cum, I was filled with the overwhelming desire to pick the boxers up and smell them. I hadn't been able to get his sweaty nuts out of my mind, and here was my chance to finally learn what they smelled like. I'd seen guys do it in porn before. Smell a jock or a pair of underwear. I'd smelled my own once or twice, but I didn't think that would compare.
Part of me hesitated, though. It seemed like a weird invasion of privacy, in a way. Would Buck be okay with it, or would I really be crossing a line?
Another minute passed before I finally made my decision. I snatched the underwear off the floor and held them up. The blue, plaid material was worn in places, giving away that he'd had them for quite some time. They weren't dissimilar to the underwear I normally wore. I had plenty of boxers that had only stopped being worn because I had worn holes in them.
After studying the fabric for just a minute, I worked up the courage and practically smashed them into my face, inhaling deeply as I did. In all honestly, the smell wasn't quite as strong as I had hoped it'd be. I really don't know what I expected, though. He hadn't been running around outside all day, or doing really intense work that made him sweat profusely.
The scent of an average day, though, was still quite intoxicating. I could smell the faint scent of his balls, especially when I moved the boxers so that the taint area was on my nose. It smelled similar to my own crotch. If I moved the boxers a little further back, I got a slightly more potent smell, one that I assumed came from his butt. It didn't smell like shit or anything, just like sweat and general musk.
I was in heaven.
My cock stiffened up pretty quickly. One hand slid down to my torso to pull on it, the other pushed the boxers harder into my face. Looking back on it, it was actually a pretty intense moment. I remember pushing harder and harder, trying to get as much stink and musk out of those underwear as I could. My hand working my stiff dick only added to the euphoria.
"Showers all yours." Buck said as he opened the door to the bedroom.
When I tell you I almost shit myself, I am not kidding. I snatched the boxers from my face and threw them to the floor. It was too late, though; he had most certainly seen what I was doing. He stood, staring at me. I can only imagine the look that was splayed across my face. Equal parts "deer in the headlights" and absolute embarrassment. I just knew he was going to be pissed.
He finally spoke again.
"You hear me? Shower's all yours." He moved to grab some more underwear out of his dresser.
"Oh, yeah, I heard you. Sorry." I stood up and went to grab a pair of underwear from my bag. He smirked when I turned back around.
"Someone's excited again. That quickly, too." He nodded toward my crotch, where my pecker was still as stiff as a board.
"Oh shutup."
I spent my time in the shower agonizing over what I'd done. I truly expected Buck to be grossed out by my practically inhaling his boxers. At the time, I couldn't even begin to imagine any other way for the situation to play out. Buck would be grossed out. He would tell me I needed to go home. He would never talk to me again.
End of story.
When I finally worked up the courage to go back to his room, I didn't find him angrily waiting to kick me out of his house. Instead, he was lying on the bed in a clean pair of boxers, watching tv.
"Have a good shower?" He asked absentmindedly, not even turning his gaze from the screen.
"Yeah, it was nice I guess." I moved to lie down on the other side of the bed. I figured if he hadn't kicked me out by now, then maybe I still had a shot. I lay back like I had on previous occasions and turned my attention to the tv as best I could.
We stay like that for a while. I kept waiting on him to bring up what had happened earlier, but it never came. It was surprising, really, that he didn't acknowledge it all.
Finally, he reached for the remote and flicked the tv off.
"Hope you don't mind, but I'm pretty tired after earlier."
"No, it's okay with me. I'm pretty tired too." We both moved to get under the covers, Buck reaching up to turn off the light as we did.
We jostled around a little as we tried to get comfortable. More than once, he reached over and grabbed me playfully, going for my sides and my nipples. I laughed and fought back, but I knew there was no use in it. He was bigger than me and could easily shut me down.
Once we had finally settled down, Buck surprised me by leaning over and stealing a quick kiss. He fell back just as quickly as he'd leaned in, leaving me smiling like an idiot, I'm sure.
"Goodnight," I laughed.
"Goodnight Lee."
A couple minutes later, I heard him say "Lee" pretty quietly.
"Yeah?" I answered.
Almost as if he were mimicking the first night I stayed at his house, Buck ripped a very loud fart in response, then proceeded to fall into a fit of laughter. I laughed as well, though I threw a few good punches in his direction.
"You're a nasty fuck, you know that?" I admonished when the smell finally hit me. "Damn you stink."
"Yeah, but you like it!" He laughed again, but I wasn't laughing anymore. Was he referencing what had happened earlier? I did my best to play it off, though.
"Ah fuck you!" I slapped at his arm, and he recoiled a little.
"Only if you buy me dinner first."
Nothing more was said, and I was satisfied that he wasn't going to say anything about the boxer sniffing, at least not yet.
It was the next morning when he finally said something. We were in his truck; he was taking me home. We'd been talking about something or other to do with his family, but we had reached a natural lull in the conversation.
"So, about last night."
I looked over at him, very worried about where the conversation might lead.
"Yeah?"
"It was really hot man."
"Yeah, it was. I loved having you jack me off."
"It was really hot watching you cum. And feeling your cum in my hand." He didn't look at me as he talked. I couldn't tell if he was just shy or embarrassed, but either way, it was cute.
"It was pretty hot seeing you smelling my boxers, too."
I feel most certain every bit of color drained from my face when he said it. I think I stuttered an answer, but nothing coherent.
He turned to look at me, but I shied away, afraid to meet his gaze.
"What's wrong?" I could hear the smirk in his tone. I didn't respond, and he took that as permission to keep going. "Oh come on, it really was hot Lee! I don't know why you've been avoiding talking about it."
I blushed.
"I thought... I thought you'd be weirded out."
"Oh come on, I've seen porn before. Guys sniffing other guys' jocks and stuff. It's not that weird."
I perked up, immensely relieved that he felt that way.
"You really don't think it's weird?" I finally looked up and saw that he was giving me that signature, lopsided grin. To this day, I don't know how I ever got as lucky as I did. A handsome, nonjudgmental, manly guy, who was as into me as I was into him.
"Nope. Hell, I've gotten off on my own man funk before. It's hot how my balls smell sometimes, if I'm in the right mood."
"No shit..."
"It's too bad you didn't say anything last night though. I would've let you smell straight from the source."
My eyes opened wide, and I looked at him in disbelief. He just grinned and looked at the road in front of us. We had already pulled into my neighborhood and were almost at my house.
"Why didn't you tell me that?!"
"Eh, I guess I just wanted you to tell me." He laughed, and I pouted.
Though, with Buck, I couldn't pout for long.
I had been inside only a minute when I got a text from him. He must've been texting and driving, which I would kick his ass for later.
"Don't open your bag until you get in your room."
I took the stairs two at a time to get to my room. I had know idea what this was about, but I assumed it would be something good. I locked the door behind me, threw the bag on the bed, and ripped the zipper back.
On top of my clothes were a piece of paper and a pair of boxer briefs I didn't recognize. The paper had a note scrawled on one side, which read "I hope you like these. I wore them a couple days ago. All day at school and then outside working in the yard after school. I'm pretty sure they still reek."
I nearly fainted. He was a damn keeper, that's for sure.
Mom and Dad were out, and my brother was nowhere to be found. After checking twice just to make sure, I closed my door and went to town.
These underwear, despite being a little less recently worn, definitely smelled very strongly of musk. It was overpowering when I first held it up to my face, and, a little unwillingly, I drew back. It smelled like balls alright.
I finally got used to the smell and draped them over my face, with the area of the balls right over my nose. Before long I had my tongue out, lapping at the material. It didn't taste like much, but it was still incredibly hot to imagine it was his balls I was licking.
I ripped my shorts down and took my pecker in my hand. I had boned up instantly when I saw the underwear in my bag, and my cock was practically begging to go to town. I stroked and stroked, letting the smell of sweaty nutsac and musky butt wash over me.
Thoughts of Buck putting his crotch directly in my face filled my mind. I imagined him sitting on my chest, scooting forward until his cock and sweaty balls rested on my face. I imagined tonguing them, tasting the sweet, salty flavor of his sweat.
As I got closer and closer to release, the thought of taking him in my mouth filled my mind. I imagined him rocking back and forth, slowing humping my face. I'd seen it in porn before, but until that moment, I'd never imagined it happening to me.
But I wanted it.
The smell coming off of his underwear was driving me crazy. It made me want him even more than I already did. It made me want to do anything with him, including letting him hump my mouth.
The thoughts and stink proved to be too much for me in the end. I was beating my cock into oblivion thinking about him. I came so hard that I nearly fell to the floor. Spunk flew from my cock, out onto the carpet in front of me.
When I finally came down, I dropped the underwear to the floor and fell back on my bed. the scent of sweaty balls still lingered in my nose. The feeling of orgasm still lingered in my dick. I panted hard, having put all of my energy into smashing my cock to thoughts of Buck.
I eventually got up and cleaned the cum out of the carpet, after which I got a shower. When I walked back into my room, I saw Bucks underwear still lying on the floor. I needed to do something with them, but I wasn't sure what. I didn't want anyone to find them, as they certainly weren't mine.
I ended up shoving them inside the pillowcase on one of my pillows. It may not have been the cleanest thing to do, but it gave me great access to them when I lay down.
I didn't see Buck outside of school for about two weeks after. His family was busy, so we were relegated to the minimal levels of flirting that we could get in at school. I tried hard not to flirt with him, or gush over him, for that matter, because I didn't want to arouse any suspicion. It was difficult.
Going for that long without hanging out made me anxious, tops We texted often, and he called me multiple times, but I still felt like it wasn't enough. The weekend following our last triste, I was in my room, going crazy.
I finally decided to text Chett, whom I had not hung out with in several weeks. He immediately responded and headed over. Half an hour later, we were sitting on my floor, playing some game on my PlayStation.
We played and talked for a while, falling in just the same as we always had. Chett had been my best friend for years, and it was only after seeing him that day that I realized how much I had ignored him since beginning my relationship with Buck.
Knowing that he probably wouldn't say anything, I decided to bring it up. I wanted to test the waters, to see how he would respond to my hanging out so frequently with Buck. I certainly wasn't ready to tell him that I was gay, but I wanted to get an initial reading on how he may eventually respond.
"Sorry I haven't hung out the past few weeks."
"It's okay. I've been pretty busy with school and helping dad at the farm, so I haven't had much time lately either."
"Yeah, school has been kicking my ass, too."
"I'm all but failing Spanish. That bitch won't slow down for anything. I'm lost 98% of the time." I laughed at him, knowing full well that he had never once opened his textbook to study.
"Maybe you should try studying for once?"
"You know it's against my religion."
I really wanted to tell him about how I had been hanging out with Buck, but I could never find a good place in our conversation to say anything about it. I didn't want to force it into the conversation; I wanted it to come up naturally.
Chett left a while later without me having the chance or the balls to bring up Buck. I was on my bed thinking about it when my phone started ringing.
It was Buck.
I got up to close my door before answering. I didn't want anyone overhearing and getting any ideas.
"Hello?"
"Hey Lee." His country accent came through very strong on the phone. It made me smile.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Not much. Just wanted to call my favorite boy."
"Oh shut up, you sappy sack of shit."
He laughed loudly.
"But it's true! Nobody i'd rather be talking to."
"Mhmmm."
"What have you been up to today?"
"Not a whole lot. Chett came over earlier and hung out for a while. What about you?"
"We had Grandad's birthday party earlier. All the cousins and everyone were there."
"Sounds like a good time."
"I guess. Too many people for my taste, but it was good that he got to see everyone together."
"How old is he?"
"He turned 85 last week. Said he feels younger than ever."
We talked for a little longer about the party. I didn't know any of his extended family, but, apparently, it was a big deal when they could all be together. 24 cousins in total.
"Granny made 4 pound cakes to try and make sure we had enough. That barely covered it though."
"Is that what your birthday cake used to be?" I remembered from a birthday party back in the day that Buck had pound cake for the dessert.
"Yep. I still get one every year. Nobody makes them like she does."
I wanted to disagree, but I figured he didn't really want to hear it.
"Ah shit, my mama is calling me from the other end of the house. Can I text you in a little while?"
I smiled.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Ah, shut the hell up." I could practically hear him grinning.
"I'll talk to you then."
A couple hours passed before he text me. He'd been having dinner with his parents.
"How was it?"
"Good. I kept having this problem, though."
Confused but curious, I took the bait.
"What do you mean?"
"I think it will be easier to show you than to explain."
"Alright..." A hundred things raced through my mind regarding this "problem." Not in a million years did I expect the picture I received.
There it was. His hard dick, in all its glory. He was standing in his bathroom, pants pulled to his knees and shirt pulled to his chest. He was smiling like a jackass eating briars, dick pointing out straight in front of him.
I felt my own cock immediately begin to swell.
"Yeah, seems like a pretty big problem."
While I waited for a response, I studied the picture in more detail. I wanted to take it all in. My dick pushed against the fabric of my shorts, eventually getting to a point that I could no longer ignore it.
"Yeah, thinking about you kept giving me boners under the table. Glad I didn't have to stand up."
"Thinking about me?"
"Oh yeah. I haven't stopped thinking about you. Your smooth lips, your nice eyes, your fat cock. ;)"
"Well aren't you just a sweet talker? Truth be told, I haven't stopped thinking about you either."
"Oh yeah, what have you been thinking?"
"I dunno. Guess I've just been thinking about your dick. Glad I've got the real thing to look at now!"
In between messages, I made my way back to the picture. I rubbed my dick longingly, wishing to have him there with me.
"You know you could always return the favor. ;)"
"Haha, yeah, I guess I could!"
After several minutes in the bathroom, I finally had a shot worth sending. I never knew how difficult it could be to take a nice dick pic! Every time I snapped one, I felt like my cock either looked small or weird. I didn't want to take a picture that would send him running for the hills.
I waited patiently after finally hitting send, anxious as to what his reply would be.
"Damn. You're so hot Lee."
"Thanks haha. Not nearly as hot as you though."
"Ha. Yeah right."
"Really. I've been playing with myself all day thinking about you."
It was the truth. I hadn't fully jacked off, but I had been flopping my semi hard cock around all day thinking about his firm torso and thick pecker. And those sweet, musky nuts.
We flirted on for a few more minutes in that way before he told me he had to go. His parents wanted to watch a movie and were making him tag along.
"I'll text you as soon as the movie is over though."
I waited for a while, lying on my bed, watching tv and gently fingering my meat. I eventually flipped back to the picture of his cock. I stared at it intently, stroking my a dick a little more furiously.
Before long, my eyes were closed, and I was imagining it was his hand that was stroking me so furiously. I imagined him putting his cock up to my face, looking at my mouth expectantly.
The thought of his head sliding into my mouth threw me over the edge. Cum fell from the end of my dick, coating my hand and pubes. I remember my toes uncurling as I came down from orgasm. They hurt, a consequence of curling them so tightly while I came.
I eventually got up and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. When I got back to the bed, I flopped down and turned my attention back to the tv. It'd be another hour before Buck would be back from the movies, so I figured I would just occupy myself with some TV movie, since my nuts were sufficiently drained.
I found myself wishing that he could text, so much so that I eventually pulled his underwear from my pillowcase just for a quick sniff. It wasn't a sexual move, but one meant more to satisfy my long to be with him. It sounds stupid and overly sappy, but his scent made me feel all the more satisfied.
I don't remember when it happened, but I fell asleep pretty promptly after that. When I woke up the next morning, his underwear were still in my hand, next to my face. Apparently, I hadn't moved all night.
I rolled over, looking for my phone. Though groggy, I remembered that Buck had been planning on texting me the night before. When I found it and looked at the screen, it showed that I had 5 messages and a missed call.