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  The intimacy of the kiss caused D’s cock to stiffen. Buck felt it throbbing insistently at his belly. Without asking, Buck knelt down and took D’s boner into his mouth and sucked him off. D had already had one type of orgasm, and two seemed greedy. But he wasn't in charge. His attempts to bring Buck back to his mouth for more kissing were met with swats of annoyance. D’s ass was wet with come. Buck put a finger in easily up to the knuckle. A river of his own come rushed past, cascading in rivulets to the mossy ground below.

  D didn't take long. Buck had his finger in the perfect spot. D felt every drop of Buck's come draining from his loose, open hole. His wrists and ankles burned and his shoulders ached. He could see Buck's still hard cock standing at attention. He marveled at the shape and size. He could scarcely believe that it had just been inside him. And that sent him over the edge.

  He bucked rhythmically, pumping a thick load into Buck's mouth. Buck didn't spit and he didn't swallow. He stood, plunged his still hard cock back up D’s chute, then leaned forward and locked lips. D parted his lips and let his own come into his mouth. Buck shared it with him like a man milkshake.

  Buck stayed inside D until he grew soft. Nature took over, and peristalsis forced Buck out of D’s sore, stretched hole.

  When Buck cut him loose, it Took D a full five minutes to regain his balance. Leaning on Buck, D limped with him back to the horses. Time had passed quickly.

  Buck remarked, “We were fuckin’ till the cows come home.”

  And indeed they had. They rejoined the crew just in time to ride drag back to the bunkhouse

  CHAPTER FOUR - SAL

  Sal had a generous supper waiting for the men when they returned. There was still a lot of work to do before sundown, so they had to eat quick. Mike looked over at D and asked, “Did you show Buck the ropes?”

  D and Buck exchanged a private look. Buck answered, “He sure did!”

  Mike roared, “I didn't ask you, little bitch, I asked D.” In any normal household, this would be followed by a stunned silence. But here in the bunkhouse the men just kept right on eating. Mike’s bark was worse than his bite.

  “Yeah, Mike. I’d say this boy can lasso and hogtie a steer as good as any of us now.”

  Mike pointed to D’s wrists. “What happened there”?

  Without missing a beat D said, “Rope burn. One feisty calf nearly dragged me into the river.”

  The guys nodded, as this had happened before to all of them. Buck wondered what D would say if they could see his ankles. D was gonna shower in his socks tonight, no doubt.

  When the plates were cleared, Sal asked Mike if he could borrow Buck to help with the dishes. Mike grunted his approval and the men cleared out, leaving just Sal and Buck alone at the sink.

  To pass the time, Sal started asking Buck the usual litany of small talk questions:

  Where are you from?

  Where are your parents?

  You got a girl back home?

  Buck hated small talk.

  “Sal, that’s short for Salvatore, right”?

  Sal smiled. “Nope. My name’s Giovanni.”

  “So why Sal.”

  “Short for Salami.”

  They both chuckled.

  Buck decided to turn it up a notch.

  “Sal, what keeps you here in a bunkhouse full of men?”

  “Well, Buck, like most of us here, I prefer the company of men.”

  This was going right where he hoped it would.

  “So how do you keep that huge cock of yours satisfied”?

  Sal didn't blush, didn't drop a plate,

  “Mostly I gotta take care of it myself.”

  “Let me see it, again. I didn’t get a very good look last time.”

  Sal sighed and dropped his pants, revealing a soft thick cock hanging nearly down to his knees. Buck caught his breath, then whistled.

  “Damn! You got one huge cock, Sal.”

  Sal seemed bored. “I’m only 5’2”. It's not as big as it looks.”

  Buck pressed forward. “It looks so heavy. Can I hold it?”

  Sal shrugged sadly. “Sure, why not?” You could never take it. Not a greenhorn like you,”

  “You don’t know that. Shit!” Buck exclaimed as he lifted Sal's Leviathan cock and felt its heft and weight.”

  “Kid, trust me. You could never take me.”

  “You wanna bet?” Buck looked hungrily at Sal’s endowment.

  There was a weariness to Sal’s voice that told a sad familiar tale...eager men and women ready to take on the monster, until it hurts them. Then they run screaming bloody murder. Buck knew a little of this weariness himself. But Buck wasn’t a coward.

  “Hey, let’s me and you go sit on my bunk and I will show you a couple of magic tricks.”

  Sal frowned but his curiosity was piqued. “You gonna make my dick disappear?”

  “Yeah, actually. See, I got a couple of talents you might like to learn about.”

  Sal kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans. He walked straight to Buck's bunk and sat defiantly, arms crossed, skeptical.

  Buck knelt before him and lifted Sal's flaccid cock to his lips, and kissed it. “This poor baby needs some lovin’.”

  Buck put the tip in his mouth and licked it like a lollipop.

  Sal protested, “Kid, you can’t possibly fit that in your mouth. It may fit now, but not for long.”

  Buck took the flesh lollipop out of his mouth and said, “My family are part snake. Watch.” Buck unhinged his lower jaw and put his whole fist in his mouth. Sal was impressed.

  “How did you do that?”

  “Sssssss!” Buck joked. “Now shut up and let me suck your cock!”

  Buck folded Sal’s soft cock into his mouth and began applying suction. Sal leaned back and smiled. “Here it comes!” Sal unfolded inside Buck's mouth and began to swell like a water balloon. Buck saved the surprise for later, and pulled back to only let the tip touch his tonsils. Sal was by far the fattest cock he had ever sucked, and he may be the longest, if the swelling continued, which it did. Sal’s monster was in for a happy surprise, but right now, Buck pretended to be one of those dumb amateurs who use two hands and just lick the tip. He looked up at Sal’s disappointed face, chuckling to himself.

  Sal complained, “Is that all you got? I -- hey!”

  Buck knew how to use his skill, and also when to use it. In one swift motion, he unhinged his jaw and opened his esophagus, going all the way down until his face was buried in Sal’s pubes. He wasn't sure how long he could keep it up, but he wouldn’t stop until Sal was impressed.

  Sal saw the boy inhale his Italian salami like it was an aspirin. The shock of being fully engulfed by this boy’s mouth and throat was a sensation he had never believed possible, not since he hit puberty. That’s when he watched his friends grow taller, while he just saw all the added inches go to his cock. It put him in a class apart, the well-hung. His former friends teased him mercilessly, whinnying like horses whenever he passed by. In addition to the perfect, impossible blow job, Sal felt an odd sensation behind his eyes. It was emotion. His eyes were shedding tears of self-pity, joy and pleasure. He quickly wiped them away and stuffed his feelings deeper than Buck could stuff Sal’s cock. He leaned back, letting in only pleasure.

  The burning and stretching were unlike anything Buck had endured in his throat. But looking up at Sal, head thrown back in ecstasy, he knew he had to keep at it. Sal deserved to know how it felt to be balls to chin with an expert cocksucker. Mercifully, Sal didn't buck or thrust. He let Buck take charge and perform his job with expert timing. Buck pulled back for oxygen every three or four strokes, like a long distance swimmer.

  Sal was an ass man. He had met a few guys in his life who could take it. They were rare. He gazed at Buck's perky ass and wondered if he was one of those rare talents. He already left Sal dumbfounded by his oral talents. But the truth was, Sal considered a blow job, no matter how expert, foreplay for the real deal.

  Buck's eyes were
watering. His throat burned from all the gagging and stretching. So it came as a huge relief when Sal asked hesitantly, “You--you like to...take it up the ass”?

  Buck extracted Sal’s meat from his throat, inch by inch, until he got the whole fat mess out of his mouth so he could talk. “Hell yes!”

  In moments, the arrangement changed. Sal hoisted Buck's knees up, then situated the lower legs over his shoulders. Sal’s big spongy dick was perfectly poised at the entrance. Buck reached under his bed for his satchel, and took out a big tub of dime store petroleum jelly. “We are gonna need this.”

  Sal applied the jelly liberally to his cock, then worked a glob up into Buck’s crack. He worked one finger, then two into Buck. He didn't protest, just wriggled and grinned with anticipation.

  Buck loved to get fucked. Usually, his fat cock attracted, then frightened away the size hungry men, fleeing him without so much as a hand job. In the army, Buck had discovered that his ass drove men wild, so long as he could disguise his thick meat. He wore jock straps to keep his dick pressed tight, and the ass fuckers took notice. His creamy white butt cheeks drew them in, quietly, at first, so the other guys didn't know. He spent many hours lying quietly on his side, taking a long line of horny night visitors inside him. Then word got around. The army was a melting pot where all manner of men collided. Tall, short, skinny, fat, muscular, puny, big dick or little dick. They all had one thing in common: they needed to get off. And Buck was one of the lucky men who got off by letting other guys get off inside him. He had sucked and swallowed, took it in the ass, from a whole platoon, one soldier at a time. Then the sadistic CO wanted in on the action exclusively. He was one of the hypocrites who threw him out when he was caught in the act.

  But all that fucking had taught him how to please a man of any size. Sal was probably not the biggest, but so much sex happened under a wool army blanket in the dark, so he wasn't sure. He had definitely never seen one that looked so big.

  By know, Sal had four fingers and a thumb in Buck, preparing him for the elephant trunk to come. Buck wore a smile of anticipation, something Sal hadn't seen before. Most men were trembling with fear. Buck reached out and held the tip of Sal's cock steady while he scooted forward on the bed, pressing his pink hole against the giant, throbbing manhood. Sal licked his lips.

  “Just do it, man.” Buck begged.

  Hearing these words made even more blood flow into his cock, so he was fully, impossibly huge. Still, he believed it was unlikely that Buck's eagerness would last long, and soon enough Sal would have to pull out and jack off. He underestimated Buck's strength and experience. The first inch went in easily. There was a pop as his corona passed the gates. Buck was still smiling, no fear. What a brave boy. Three more inches, and Sal was getting to the point where braver men always gave up. Not Buck.

  Buck craned his neck and watched the cook press his meat deep inside. With his legs over his shoulders, he shouldn't have been able to see Sal’s cock, but it was so big, that even four inches in, there remained an enviable length of cock waiting to enter. Buck adjusted, sliding another inch of Sal inside him. Now he started to feel the burn he rarely felt anymore.

  Sal saw Buck wince for the first time. “You okay”?

  Buck grunted, “Let you know if I ain’t. Keep going.”

  Sal was really impressed with the boy. There was still a long way to go. Inch by inch, Sal forced himself deeper into Buck. He reached the bottom, the place where the rectum ends and the sigmoid colon begins. For a majority of receptive men, like Mike, for instance, this is the end of the ride. If your man is too big, like Sal, he can't push any further without tearing or damaging tissue. But some men are built a little different. The sigmoid is flexible and moveable. A horse-hung man can press and push his way past this junction with these talented guys. Buck was in the latter category. He had no trouble adjusting his angle to let Sal slide by. Buck was built to give men pleasure, and he knew it. He looked up at Sal’s delighted face and spoke. “I want all of it. Now.”

  With a final thrust, Sal invaded Buck fully. Sal’s hips were resting against Buck's buttocks. Buck knew Sal had even more to give. Like a circus acrobat, Buck rotated onto his side until his outstretched legs formed a right angle, giving Sal complete access to his hole. And Sal went for it. His cock slid in another half inch and it was all the way in. His pubic mound rested against Buck's anal opening. Buck reached around Sal and pulled his ass closer, so the club-like cock would go a few centimeters more.

  “How do you want it, Buck? Long and slow, or fast and deep”?

  “I want you to pump that giant all the way in and out.”

  “So...long and slow.”

  Buck nodded, but then added, “Slow at first, maybe. But you can go fast real soon.” And that is exactly what happened. Sal arched his back to extract 90% of his cock, then slowly pushed his way back deep inside Buck. Buck didn't gripe, made no complaint, only moaned softly under his breath, releasing stuttering sighs of pleasure with each stroke, and the occasional gasp when Sal bumped the bottom before finding the gateway to his sigmoid colon.

  Sal picked up the pace, and the soft moans became muted grunts of pleasure. Buck was a pig for Sal’s mammoth meat. So Sal started feeding the little pig faster and faster. Buck squealed and writhed under Sal, who now held both ankles wide apart, entering Buck from the front so he could watch his face twitch.

  And twitch it did. Despite himself, Buck started to feel the kind of pain that cannot easily give any pleasure. Sal was being rough, maybe too rough, but Buck was determined to take all of him, right to the end. So he made those facial contortions into a smile.

  Buck added, for good measure, “Holy shit can you fuck!”

  Sal didn't know why, but he smacked Buck across the face, hard, and said, “And you love it, you little whore.”

  Both men gazed at each other in surprise. That slap was a huge turn on for both of them. Sal slapped him three or four times, he lost count. Buck cried out but Sal didn't care anymore. He pounded deep, fast and hard, challenging Buck to take it like the man who bragged that he could.

  Real tears formed in Buck's eyes and rolled down his cheeks. But his cock was rock hard, despite so many kinds of pain. He held on to his erect member with one hand, stroking it rhythmically to match Sal’s rapid thrusts. With the other hand he clawed at the sheets and blankets, then pounded his fists on the bed to keep his mind off of the crippling pain.

  Sal wanted to feel bad for the kid, but he felt too good. He had not fucked with wild abandon ever, not ever in his whole life, and Buck was the first to let him go hard, fast, and past the rectum. He felt like he could do this for hours.

  Buck needed it to end soon, or he might never walk again. He took his free hand and cupped Sal’s balls, using one finger to tickle the perineal ridge near his anus.

  Sal was not prepared for this touch. It didn’t startle him; it pushed him over the precipice. He wanted to fuck the kid for hours, but now there were only seconds left.

  Buck smiled to himself. He knew most men better than they knew themselves. He taught himself this trick in desperation with one very big, very rough soldier. The minute he wanted to end it, he pressed that seam and Old Faithful erupted.

  Buck was extremely turned on. It was not often he was rock hard with such a massive cock inside him. He usually dribbled soft like D. But this was different. It was as if every crevice, every fold of his insides were stretched and quivering. It wouldn't be long now.

  Sal thrusted like a jackrabbit, letting out guttural bursts as he approached climax. He looked down to see Buck, eyes closed, smiling, jacking his own meat. There was a spot on Buck's trim belly where Sal’s huge cock came close to the surface, forming a protruding bulge with each deep thrust. Sal put his hand there and could feel his dick sliding inside Buck like a little baby kicking its mother. He lost it.

  Sal spasmed and shuddered as he shot his load deep into Buck's guts. He had no idea how much semen he planted inside the boy.

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sp; Buck felt Sal gushing into him past his rectum. There was a warm, flooding sensation in his colon. He had thought he was all spent from his earlier encounter with D, but the extremes of sensation he just endured had cleared the slate. Sal stayed planted inside Buck, but licked at his balls and cockshaft. Buck jerked himself towards climax.

  Within moments, Buck started taking shallower breaths. He blew air through his nostrils and grunted like a pig.

  “Shoot, little piggy.” Sal coaxed him to come.

  Sal grew softer inside Buck, and his length and girth decreased slowly at first, then more rapidly. Buck felt the beast shrink, then slide. It was that sensation, the natural slithering movement, coupled with the ever-increasing relief from pain, that brought Buck to his own precipice. There was so much dick inside him, that even soft it filled his rectum with soft, spongy flesh. Buck bore down, and shit Sal’s dick out.

  As the head came out and Buck's gaping hole gently closed, the flood of relief became a fountain of sperm. It shot past Buck's ear and splattered on the headboard. A second spray landed on his mouth and chin. Four or five more bursts landed progressively closer to their source.

  In the afterglow, Sal picked up his distended softie and dropped it on Buck's crotch. Even soft, Sal was double the volume of Buck, who was still hard with the vigor of youth. Buck put his palm on the instrument of his near destruction, and rolled it like a rolling pin from side to side on his belly.

  “See, I told you I could take you,” he taunted Sal.

  Sal chuckled and said “either way I was gonna be the winner.”

  And so he was.

  CHAPTER FIVE - SMOKE RINGS

  Sal and Buck worked doubly fast to make up for lost time. The dishes were drying, the beds were made (and wiped down, in one case) and both men had a sponge bath to remove the evidence of their tryst. But Buck was limping. He wasn't injured, just really banged up inside. This is what his first and only girlfriend meant when she said, “After that, I couldn't walk straight for a week.” That was her breakup line, in fact. Buck had probably been with a few guys that were as long as Sal, or maybe as thick, but not both; Sal was his first truly huge cock. He limped as he cleaned, and winced when he sat down to tie his shoes.