Dominant Buck (Pt 1)

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“Your girlfriend spit or swallow?” Buck Holden said, lifting the plastic lid of a McDonald’s cup. He spit a stream of brown chew juice into it. His best buddy Dewayne Parker watched him cradle the cup in between his thick thighs.  

“She spits,” Dewayne said. 

“She don’t swallow your cum?” Buck said.

“Nah, man. She don’t like it,” Dewayne said.  

“Ah, man, that fuckin sucks. Tracey, she swallows every time. I make sure she does,” Buck said.

“Yeah? You hold her head down?” Dewayne said.

“I feed it to her, man. That’s good nutrition for ya,” Buck said, laughing.

“Yeah, protein,” Dewayne said, laughing with him.  

“Damn straight! Don’t need to fry up any damn eggs, just come eat this sausage,” Buck said, grabbing the packed crotch of his jeans.   

The two buddies had packed up their tent, sleeping bags, hunting gear, food and of course whiskey and headed out into the deep woods for the weekend to do some hunting and drinking. The drinking they’d started on the ride there, passing a flask back and forth as Buck maneuvered his lifted black and camo Dodge Ram over the rough back road. They’d set up camp miles away from anyone and then – flasks refilled, guns strapped to their strong backs – hiked to the small deer stand and settled in.    

“It’s hot as fuck out here,” Dewayne said.  

“Then take your fuckin clothes off,” Buck said. Dewayne looked at him. “What?” Buck said, returning his look. “I’ll fuckin do it.” And with that Buck began to strip off his clothes off his 6’ 3” muscular frame, revealing his hairy chest and puffy pink nipples, the tribal tats on each of his biceps. He hung each piece of clothing over the side of the tree stand.

“You’re fuckin crazy, man,” Dewayne said, laughing.

“Naw I ain’t, just practical,” Buck said, laughing with him as he stripped down to his tight camo Mossy Oak boxer briefs. He stood for a moment as if in admiration of his own well-developed physique, rock-hard ass and thick thighs. “There ain’t nobody around for miles. Might as well be comfortable.” He looked over at his friend. “C’mon, fucker, get naked with me.”  

Shaking his head, Dewayne grabbed the flask and took a swig for courage, then began to strip down. “There you go. Take it off, stud!” Buck said in an effeminate voice.  

“Shut the fuck up,” Dewayne said. Though shorter than his friend at 5’7”, he had a tight body and a nice chest with a Confederate flag tattoo on his left pec. He had no trouble getting pussy, but he’d always felt a little inferior to Buck, who’s black-haired blue-eyed good looks and massive physique always got him the most attention. “Happy now?” Dewayne said, holding his hands out at his sides. He also wore Mossy Oak boxer briefs which he filled out nicely.

Buck whistled lasciviously. “Yeah, stud, show me that hot body,” Buck said, and Dewayne twirled around and shook his ass which made Buck laugh. The two redneck studs hung out in the underwear for the next couple hours, getting progressively drunker. The subject kept coming back to sex, somehow.

“I ate my girl’s pussy last night,” Buck said, grabbing at the front of his underwear. “She fuckin shaved it for me.”

“Oh damn. You eat pussy?” Dewayne said.

“Fuck yeah I do, you don’t?” Buck said.

“I mean I have once or twice...” Dewayne said.  

“Fuck I love eatin pussy. Gettin it all slick and ready before I slide my hog in...” Dewayne laughed but he could tell Buck was getting turned on. It was getting him turned on too, and when Buck stood up – swaying a little on his feet – the tent in his boxer-briefs was obvious. He looked down at it, then looked at Dewayne, who was in the same state. “Damn look at us!” he said. “Couple of horny motherfuckers.”

Dewayne was amazed at the size of the tent Buck was sporting. Buck had always bragged about having a huge dick, but he’d never seen it until now.

“I gotta piss,” Buck said. “You gotta piss?”

“Yeah I guess so,” Dewayne said.

“Get over here,” Buck said, and had them stand within sight of each other on the edge of the deer stand. Buck pulled his hard cock out – it was so thick and hairy, and standing straight up from his body. “Take it out, man,” Buck said. Dewayne complied, unleashing his cock which wasn’t as big as Buck’s but was still pretty thick, and hard-as-nails. “Look at us,” Buck said, shifting his hips back and forth so that his huge, heavy cock waved in the air. “Don’t piss in your face, now.”

“I’ll piss in your face,” Dewayne said. Buck laughed and the two of them unleashed streams of piss that went upward and gleamed in the dying afternoon light before falling to the ground.  

“Shake off those piss drops for me,” Buck said, reaching for Dewayne’s hand and trying to bring it over to his dick.

“No fuckin way,” Dewayne said.

“C’mon fucker,” Buck said, and aggressively grabbed Dewayne’s hand again and brought it to his cock. Dewayne – shocked, but drunk – squeezed Buck’s big dick in his hand. “Here I’ll do you, too,” Buck said, and reached over to feel his friend’s dick. The two buddies stood there, grabbing each other’s hard pieces.  

“You ever sucked a dick before?” Buck said.  

“No way,” Dewayne said.  

“Suck mine, man,” Buck said, and his tone was forceful. Dewayne didn’t know how to react. There’d always been an element of flirtation in their friendship, with Buck usually instigating it. But this was as far as he’d taken it yet.  

Dewayne stroked Buck’s cock. Buck’s hand felt good on his. His resistance was weakening.  

“C’mon man, I ain’t gonna tell nobody. It’s just you and me out here. Just try it,” Buck said.

“You really ain’t gonna tell?” Dewayne said.

“Fuck no, man,” Buck said. Dewayne got on his knees. “Hell yeah,” Buck said as Dewayne tentatively took the head of Buck’s big piece into his mouth. He sucked on the head of it as Buck hauled out his huge, hairy balls. “Suck it deeper, man. Try to take the whole thing...fuuuck, there ya go.” 

Dewayne opened wide and took Buck’s dick inside his throat. Truth be told he’d always been curious about sucking a dick, and now he was getting his chance. His own cock was hard as he bobbed his head on Buck’s piece.  

Buck got more aggressive, holding Dewayne’s head and fucking his throat. “Keep sucking, man,” Buck said. Dewayne looked up at him. He had his eyes closed and his face to the sky. “Gonna cum soon. Swallow my load, man. Do what your girlfriend won’t. Oh, fuck!” And before Dewayne could react Buck’s cock was pulsing in his mouth and shooting out ropes of salty cum. Buck held his friend’s head tight so there was nothing for Dewayne to do but swallow. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” Buck said as Dewayne gulped down more and more of his load.  

Then, Dewayne felt Buck’s grip relax. Dewayne stood up and wiped his mouth. Buck was putting his dripping cock back in his boxer briefs so Dewayne did the same, even though he was still hard. He thought of a joke – Guess I won’t need to roast a hot dog over the fire tonight – but kept it to himself when he saw the look on Buck’s face.

Because Buck was instantly filled with regret. He’d just forced his friend to suck his cock. Even worse, Dewayne had done it, and had stayed hard while have a big hairy dick crammed down his throat. Buck wanted to go home. He wanted to slug Dewayne in the face. But instead he just got dressed and climbed down out of the tree. Dewayne followed him, and when they got to camp Buck went right into the tent and zipped it closed.  

Dewayne felt confused and hurt. He sat outside, watching the night fall. He ate a bag of Doritos before taking one last piss and crawling into the tent himself: they hadn’t even built a fire.

They passed out like that: turned away from one another, trying to pretend the other didn’t exist. But then, at some point in the night, Dewayne woke up to an amazing sensation on his cock. In the moonlight he could see Buck, totally naked, going down on him.  

“Oh fuck,” Dewayne whispered, but Buck didn’t respond: he was sucking Dewayne’s cock like a starving man, taking it deep down his throat and holding it there till he couldn’t breath. Buck’s hard, muscled ass was spread out toward Dewayne. Dewayne put his hand out to touch it – it was a great ass, no doubt, and Buck had often bragged about his big, muscled bubble butt. But Buck recoiled from his touch. He shifted position and got in between Dewayne’s legs, taking his cock deep and holding it in his throat, licking his balls, and eventually sliding his tongue lower until it made contact with Dewayne’s asshole.

“Fuck,” Dewayne said quietly. He’d never had his ass licked before. He thought about how Buck said he loved to eat pussy as Buck’s stuck his tongue deeper and deeper into him. It was a feeling he’d never considered before, and when Buck slid a finger into him he moaned. It was crazy, having someone play with your ass like that.  

It was hard to see Buck’s face in the dark, as he lifted Dewayne’s legs and positioned his cock at his buddy’s asshole. Dewayne braced himself: he knew what was coming, and willed himself to relax as Buck shoved his big dick into him. He didn’t go slowly, either. The pain was intense and Dewayne called out, which made Buck pause for a moment. But soon the pain turned into a different sensation.  

Buck felt Dewayne’s hole relax around his cock. He’d always wanted to fuck someone in the ass but had never been able to get a girl to do it. Now his friend was taking his dick and it felt about as good as fucking pussy ever had, maybe even better. Still half-drunk and half-asleep he began to fuck his buddy in the ass, enjoying the feel of sliding in and out of that tight, clenched hole.  

He noticed Dewayne’s cock was hard and reached down to stroke it as he fucked. The next two hours were a blur as they fucked in multiple positions, with Dewayne staying hard the entire time. They fucked doggy style, with Buck slapping his friend’s ass and teasing him with the head before ramming it in all the way. At one point Buck got on his back and Dewayne rode him like a horse. They didn’t talk much, but they didn’t have to: they were both enjoying the fuck out of it.  

Buck had Dewayne on his back again and was looking into his eyes when he knew he was going to blow. He stroked Dewayne’s cock quickly as he thrust harder and faster, the two friends staring into one another’s eyes all the while. And without saying anything Buck drove his dick in to the hilt, held it there and let it unload. Dewayne’s cock pulsed and unloaded at the same time, spurting jets of cum that landed on his neck and chest.  

Dewayne had never felt anything like cumming while getting fucked. Buck slid out of him and rolled over – any regret he had now was tempered by exhaustion. Soon Dewayne heard him snoring.  

The sun was coming up as Dewayne lay there, feeling Buck’s load dripping out of him. Eventually he fell asleep, and when he woke up Buck was outside, brewing coffee on the fire. He smiled when he saw Dewayne.

“Morning, fucker,” he said: their standard greeting. Dewayne smiled back. They sat across from each other, drinking their coffee in the late-morning sunlight.  

“Fuck was I drunk last night,” Buck said.

“Yeah me too,” Dewayne said.  

“I had dream I was fucking this hot chick in the ass,” Buck said. “Damn that dream turned me on.” Dewayne looked over at Buck, who just kept staring into the fire. Finally he looked at Dewayne, but quickly looked away.  

“I didn’t dream nothing,” Dewayne said, and took another sip of his coffee.  

To be continued...