Buck and Chuck Like To...Play Charades

Yes, I'm back! Not with a full-fledged story like I had promised, but with a 20 page PWP instead, so isn't that good enough? A tame, though somewhat darker, PWP this time. I have no idea when you'll see me again (for those of you who have read my non-pornographic works), so leave plenty of reviews on this one. To newcomers, please read my other works! They're really good, if the review and hit counts mean anything. Paragraphs are not indented this time around because I didn't want to hassle with the site's indentation problem it always seems to have. Hope you enjoy!

Buck and Chuck Like To…Play Charades

                It was five o’clock and Buck was ready to get the hell out of there.

                “I’m leaving, Sheryl, and not a moment too soon,” he told the receptionist.

                Sheryl laughed.

                “I’m sure the pointy-haired boss wasn’t that hard on you today.”

                “Did you hear him?  He was chewing off my head today like he hasn’t been fed in weeks!”

                She laughed again.

                “I heard him, alright.  Are you sure it wasn’t something you deserved?”

                Buck shook his head.

                “That old man is getting senile.  I say he should just retire.  He says one thing, you do it, and then he says another and chews you out for following his orders.  He doesn’t even remember what he originally said!”

                “Buck, he’s only in his 60s.  That’s not considered old anymore.”

                “Compared to us, he’s ancient.”

                This may be true, as Buck was still in his early 30s, Sheryl being in her late 20s.

                “Well anyways, I’m heading home.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

                “Have a good night, Buck.”

                “You too.”

~~~

                “…so the funding shall be allocated to the upgrading of the school’s computers then?” asked the chairman of the board.

                “Sounds good,” replied Sharon.

                “I’m all for it,” came Harold.

                “Yep,” said Chuck.

                Chuck was not for it.  The school’s computers were fine just the way they are now.  There were other places that could use the money, but his ideas were shot down.  Again.  One would question why he was even on the school’s board of directors if nothing he contributed was ever taken into consideration.  He was already looking for a new job.

                The board meeting adjourned, and Chuck headed to the school’s parking lot, getting in his car, and drove back to his apartment.  In addition to having this job he’s growing increasingly disillusioned with, it didn’t even pay enough for him to comfortably buy his own home.  He thought it to be pathetic.  Here he was, in his early 30s, and he still doesn’t own a home.  He thought about just drinking himself into oblivion for the remainder of the night, but, upon walking into his apartment room, noticed that he had a message on his answering machine.

~~~

                Buck was driving back home.  He thought about drinking himself into annihilation to forget what his boss said to him, when he suddenly remembered about this one guy he was seeing, Charles.  Well, Chuck, as the guy had said on the first date.  They had been seeing each other for awhile.  Why not invite him over?  Maybe spend the night.  He might as well.  It couldn’t hurt.  He could sure use something to cuddle with right about now.  Buck fished out his cell phone and speed-dialed Chuck’s apartment phone.  No answer.

                ‘He must be at a meeting or something,’ thought Buck.

                He decided to leave a message and hope for the best.

~~~

                ‘BEEP.  Hey, this is Buck.  So listen, I’ve been having the shittiest day ever, and I could really use a pick-me-up right about now.  So how about coming over to my place when you get done with whatever it is you’re doing?  Let me know, okay?  Bye.’

                Chuck did a half-smile.  Buck still couldn’t seem to say “love” except for in the most private of moments, and even then it sounded forced.  Chuck wasn’t quite sure whether it was an internal homophobia thing or just a fear of showing emotion other than aggression and anger.  He figured he might as well go.  He didn’t have anything else planned for tonight.  Chuck looked around at his apartment, void of all life except for himself.  So lonely, and yet…

Yeah, it would be good to get out.  He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had memorized.

~~~

                It was about an hour after he had made the call that Buck’s home phone began to ring.  Hoping that it was who he thought it was, he went over and picked up the phone.

                “Hello,” he began.

                “Hey, it’s me,” he heard, confirming that it was indeed Chuck. “I heard that you were looking for some company tonight.”

                Chuck sounded tired.  Did he not want to come over?  A twinge of fear made its way into Buck’s head.

                “Where were you?  I called your place and nobody answered,” Buck said, stating the obvious.

                “There was a board meeting that I had to attend.”

                Buck intercepted before Chuck could continue.

                “Another one of those things?  Did you get shot down again?”

                He could hear light chuckling on the other side.

                “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” he said, sighing for his ignored…boyfriend?  Is that the level they’re at now?  There are never any guidelines for guys like them.  They always have to just make up stuff as they go along.

                “Why do you stay there?” he continued.

                “You want me to be broke and out on the street instead?” countered Chuck. “I still haven’t found another job yet, you know.”

                There was a moment of silence before Buck spoke up again.

                “Sorry.  I keep forgetting that it’s not as easy for you as it is me.”

                “That’s okay.  I know you only want what’s best for me.  Hell, even AFTER I told you about my financial situation, you still wanted to date me.”

                It was Buck’s turn to chuckle.  He remembered that night.

                “So, about that ‘coming over here’ thing…” he said.

                “Yes, I can come over.  As you’ve probably gathered by now, I had a BITCH of a day today as well.  I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

                “Alright, I’ll be waiting.”

                “Bye.  I love you.”

                There was another brief moment of silence.

                “I love you, too.”

                They hung up their phones.  Buck didn’t like when Chuck did that, tricking him into saying that, especially now.  But, he knew that it was for the best.  He surely didn’t want to be dating somebody who couldn’t even say “I love you” to his face.  But things with Chuck…

~~~

                Chuck gathered what he needed and headed out.  He knew there was already a set of his clothes and his own toothbrush waiting for him at Buck’s house.  Their relationship had progressed enough that Chuck was already in the slow process of moving in with Buck.  That stopped, though.  He may have to start reversing the process; start taking things that belonged to him from Buck’s place.  During his drive to Buck’s house, which was a fair amount of miles away from his apartment, he thought about the last time the two of them tried to have sex.

~~~

                “Ahh…just a little low…yeahhh…” Buck moaned.

                Chuck had brought his lips from Buck’s neck to his shoulders, slowly inching his way down to his chest.  Buck was breathing heavily.  Both were naked.  It was hot out, the air conditioner was broken, and so the ceiling fan was the only thing keeping them comfortably cool.  It didn’t hurt that they were sweating regardless.

                Chuck continued to go down Buck’s chest, kissing and licking here and there.  Buck, for his part, continued to moan and groan, encouraging Chuck to keep doing what he was doing, and that what he was doing felt REALLY good.  When Chuck got towards the top of Buck’s naval, his lips began to brush against Buck’s treasure trail.  Chuck did find treasure trails to be hot, which was strange, considering that he did not like men with hairy chests.  Buck’s legs were also covered in hair, but Chuck was less concerned with their appearance than Buck’s chest and stomach.  Chuck found this odd as well, but paid no mind to it.

                Chuck soon did a complete turnaround, positioning his mouth at Buck’s dick and his own cock at Buck’s mouth, perfect for a 69 position.  He did not need to order Buck to suck on it, but he said it anyways.

                “Yeah, you know what to do with that, don’t you,” he taunted.

                Buck was too horny to care about the tone in Chuck’s voice, though normally he’d probably chomp down on a guy’s balls if they used that tone of voice on him.  He clamped on Chuck’s cock and went to town on it.  Almost immediately, he felt a warm sensation at his own penis, which indicated that Chuck was doing the same thing.  The two settled on a rhythm quite quickly, though they did have plenty of prior practice to know how to establish synchrony in a short amount of time.

                Buck’s right hand traveled up Chuck’s leg, up to his thigh, resting on his back.  He made circular motions with it.  Whether Chuck noticed it or not was up for debate.  Chuck, in the meantime, was making his own hand travel to Buck’s leg, snaking slowly up to his inner thighs, massaging the muscle there, brushing the course hairs on Buck’s scrotum.  The two roaming hands slowly made their way to their intended target…the asshole.  Upon contact, both men’s rectal sphincter’s closed as tightly as possible to prevent unwanted invasion, and both men broke contact with the other’s pulsating penis.

                “Whoa, hey,” said Chuck, sitting himself down across from Buck. “I’m not into that stuff.  I do the penetrating, not BEING penetrated.”

                “Well fuck if I’m going to be the one penetrated!  I ain’t into that shit either.”

                The two stared at each other, pondering about this most unfortunate turn of events.

                “So…what are we going to do?” asked Chuck, almost reverting back to his demanding voice.

                “Hell if I know,” answered Buck. “Certainly don’t feel like sucking now.”

                “Yeah, I bet.”

                Chuck left the house soon after.

~~~

                They had seen each other a few more times after that, and they had gone down on each other since then, but both could feel the hesitation in the other, just waiting for the other to try to touch them where they don’t feel comfortable again.  It made the sex less satisfying.  It made the intimate touches they made to each other even when clothed less soothing, fearing of that stray finger.  Their actual dates were becoming less enjoyable.  They both wanted this to work, but neither could really bring up the issue.  They were watching their relationship slowly crumble, not even lifting a finger to try to stop it from happening.

                Chuck liked Buck.  He really did.  He wanted to be with him.  He liked the non-sexual aspects of their relationship.  He liked Buck as a human being.  But…he had boundaries.  Boundaries that had been crossed.  Boundaries that he would have to forsake if he wanted this relationship to continue.  He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before calling it quits.  Suddenly, Chuck didn’t feel as willing to be going to Buck’s place as he was when he left the apartment.

~~~

                Buck flipped through the channels on the TV again, a half-empty beer bottle in his hand.  He should be making dinner for the two of them.  However, he, too, was thinking about the spotted elephant in the room.  Ever since that one night, he’s felt the quality of their relationship drop.  He wasn’t feeling as comfortable around Chuck as he used to be.  He almost felt…suspicious of Chuck.  Like if he turned his back to Chuck, that Chuck would take him there on the spot with no mercy.  Buck admitted that this whole predicament should’ve been obvious from the get-go.  Sure, he found Chuck’s charisma and extroversion attractive when he first met him.  It should’ve been obvious that he was also domineering in bed as well, and thus they wouldn’t “click” that well.  But what could he do?  He was smitten by the guy, and they ended up dating.  For quite awhile at that.  Buck probably wasn’t thinking logically at the time, and the situation didn’t come up until it did.  He wasn’t quite sure how much longer he could stand having this dying relationship associated with him until terminating it completely.  He hoped tonight would be different.

~~~

                Chuck stood outside of Buck’s door.  He hesitated as his hand reached for the doorbell.  He was having more second thoughts by the minute, and was clearly becoming uncomfortable with all this.  But it was too late to turn back now.  Buck was sure to have heard his car pull up the driveway.  But if he had, then why hasn’t he opened the door for him yet, knowing that he was just standing out here?  Chuck didn’t know what to think of this.  Based on what he was feeling, this might be the last time he’ll come over for a “date night.”  He steeled his nerves and rang the doorbell.

~~~

                Buck heard the doorbell ring.  Was he here already?  Buck hadn’t heard the car pull up the driveway.  He was too lost in his own thoughts.  He hoped that Chuck didn’t mind that he hadn’t cooked them anything.  He got out of his sofa chair and went to the door, opening it to find an exhausted Chuck.

                “Hey,” Chuck said, unenthusiastically.

                “Hey,” mirrored Buck in word and tone. “Looks like work ran you over, backed up, and ran you over again.”

                Chuck did like Buck’s odd, and sometimes corny, sense of humor, even in times like this.

                “And you look so drained that lethargic people stop, point, and say ‘Dayum’.”

                Buck smiled, his first genuine one all day.

                “Come in,” he said, ushering Chuck inside. “Sorry, but I just couldn’t find it in me to cook tonight.  Maybe we can go out for wings instead?”

                “Sounds good,” Chuck said, noncommittally.

                Buck plopped himself down on the couch, not caring about what was on TV anymore.  Chuck soon joined him, lying down on top of him, facing him.  Both wrapped their arms around each other, and soon enough, both were asleep.

~~~

                Chuck was the first to wake.  He looked at Buck’s face, recognizing all the blemishes on his face.  Buck’s stomach slowly rose and fell with his breath.  The TV was still on, now displaying the news.  Chuck thought the sleeping figure to be cute, in a weird, “baby pitbull” sort of way.  He raised himself up, taking care not to wake Buck, and walked to the kitchen, looking for something to eat.  Buck, nonetheless, woke up and took notice of Chuck rummaging around in his kitchen.  He didn’t bother to say anything to Chuck, try to give him a few pointers, tell him where things were.  Chuck soon realized that Buck was studying him.

                “I’m making a ham and turkey sandwich.  You want any?” Chuck drawled.

                “Sure,” Buck replied, still bleary-eyed.

                He sat up on the couch, redirecting his focus to the news channel as Chuck prepared the sandwiches.  Chuck also dug out two beers from the fridge, bringing everything over to Buck, sandwiches on a (ceramic; Buck DID have money) plate.  Buck glanced briefly at Chuck, uttering a thanks for the sandwich and beer, before grabbing his sandwich and returning his attention to the TV.  Chuck did the same.

                It wasn’t long before the sandwiches were eaten, and the beer drunk.  And the next can.  And the next.  Needless to say, both Buck and Chuck were not thinking straight after awhile.  At around eleven o’clock, they were still (kind of) watching TV…about as closely as drunken men can watch something.  Buck turned to Chuck, thinking that he was looking more attractive by the minute.  He swore that he could almost see what Chuck used to look like when they first started dating.  It was only when Chuck turned his head to face him when Buck recklessly leaned forward and stole a kiss from his lips.  Chuck, not thinking too clearly at the moment, shifted into autopilot, closed his eyes, and returned the kiss.

                The kiss broke.  Buck stared into Chuck’s eyes, but only for a moment.  He then diverted his gaze to his nose, to his cheeks, to his ears, down his jaw line, and up to his parted lips.  Deciding to take his chances again, Buck leaned in once more for another kiss.  Chuck’s hands came up and clamped around Buck’s head, drawing him into his lips.  Chuck lay down back on the couch, bringing Buck with him, never breaking their seal.  Buck tried to steady himself by placing his hands on the couch, but opted to instead leave one arm dangling off the couch and let the other burrow itself underneath Chuck.  Both men started to grind into each other.  Eventually, Buck sat up and motioned for Chuck to follow him into the bedroom.  Chuck complied with this order.  The TV remained on.

                Making their way to the bedroom, Buck started peeling off his clothes, letting them drop to the floor to be picked up later.  Much later.  Chuck, upon seeing this, thought it’d be best if he did the same thing, and so he did.  The two drunken, horny men were clad only in their boxers by the time they reached the bedroom, which really only took them less than half a minute to reach.  Buck turned around at the doorway, not expecting Chuck to be tailing him so closely, and thus had Chuck run right into him.  The collision had the two back up a few steps into the bedroom, Buck having miraculously maintained his balanced with a lustful soon-to-be-break-up boyfriend leaning clumsily into him.  Neither seemed too perturbed, and thought the mishap warranted another round of lip-mashing.

                Chuck guided Buck to the bed, relying only on memory, since both men’s eyes were closed and Buck was walking backwards.  Upon reaching the bed, Buck fell upon it, followed by Chuck, who landed on top of him.  The two rolled around on the bed until they were situated squarely in the middle of it.  If there was any semblance of thought going on in either of their heads, it was heavily distorted from all the alcohol.

                Without all the tenderness, the smooth transition, the flowery or rough language, nor the perfect segue of a sappy romance story, Buck, who was still underneath Chuck, slid Chuck’s boxers down to his knees (as Chuck was currently on his knees).  Chuck, taking the cue, maneuvered his way out of them and pulled down Buck’s boxers as well.  Buck raised his hips up so that Chuck could completely remove them.  They had been through these motions before.  It was almost mechanical to them.  They just hadn’t done it in awhile.  Neither could really recall why.  Having their erect dicks rubbing against each other certainly didn’t help jog the memory.

                It wasn’t long until one or the other or both decided that they didn’t want to get off by just mindlessly grinding pelvises, and so without being asked by Buck or being physically moved by him, Chuck swung around and planted his face at Buck’s crotch.  Buck was just about to ask Chuck to do just that.  If he were sober, he’d probably smile at the fact that they were thinking the same thing at the same time.  He’s not, so he was instead smiling at the fact that there was a hard penis staring at him, taunting him to suck it.

                Both men were soon devouring their boyfriend’s dicks, easily able to get most of it in their mouths (their extensive experience had taught them how to do that as well).  Even in Buck’s foggy mind, he could still smell the raunchy scent of Chuck’s balls as they repeatedly slammed into his face.  The hairs of Buck’s balls tickled Chuck’s nose.  In hindsight, it would be considered a miracle that neither man threw up with all the bouncing up and down they did so soon after eating, along with all the consumed beer sloshing around in their stomach.

                Buck decided to take things a step further and slapped Chuck’s ass.  Chuck flinched, but resumed to sucking Buck off.  Buck, however, took that as a sign of encouragement and did it again.  He withdrew his hand before Chuck could swat him away.  Chuck then grunted in disappointment.  Whether Buck didn’t hear it or misunderstood it is up for debate, but one of the two explanations is correct, as he then proceeded to slap the opposite side of Chuck’s ass.  This time, Chuck took his mouth off of Buck’s dick and looked back at him.

                “Dammit!  Quit doing that!  Fucking hurts as hell,” he slurred, casting a glare at Buck.

                Buck, who had stopped sucking on Chuck’s cock but didn’t remove his mouth when he heard Chuck speak, didn’t quite make out what Chuck was saying.  He sounded angry.  Was he angry?  He stopped going down on Buck, so maybe he was taking a breather?  But he can go longer on one breath than that.  Buck knew that.  Was he angry?  What was the last thing Buck did?  Buck felt the penis in his mouth and thought that maybe it was because he was blowing him.  Or maybe he was doing it wrong.  Was he using teeth?  Not enough tongue action?  Too much tongue action?  Buck continued to stare at Chuck, completely confused, not moving for fear of doing something that may end their sex session.

                Chuck was unsure as to whether Buck was even listening to him.  He stopped sucking on him, so that was a good sign, but now he’s giving him this blank look, like Chuck was speaking in a foreign language to him.  He decided to make it a bit more clear for him.

                “No more spanking.  Okay?”

                Buck seemed to comprehend and nodded.  Chuck turned around and went back to working on Buck’s dick.  Once Buck felt the pleasure returning to his lower member, he went back to work, too.  Luckily, neither of them had gone soft during the break.  It wasn’t long before Buck felt the urge to feel up Chuck’s ass again.  At the same time, Chuck was also feeling the urge to start fondling Buck’s ass.  Both men started rubbing the other’s cheeks, absentmindedly admiring how smooth they were, grabbing at one point, kneading at another.  Neither man seemed to mind the groping.  As before, the hands slowly got closer and closer to their intended target…the asshole.  In no time at all, both sets of fingers brushed against the exposed hole of the other man.  The sphincters closed up tight, and Chuck sat up again, pulling both dicks out of mouths.

                Both men sat there for a minute or two, staring at each other.  Neither of them said a word.  Finally, Chuck sighed, shook his head, and crawled out of bed.

                “I can’t do this anymore,” he said, trying to find his clothes. “I just…can’t.  I’m sorry.”

                Buck watched Chuck move about the room, gathering his clothes and talking.  Chuck walked up to him.

                “I love you.  I really do.  I think you’re a special guy and a great person to be with.  But I can’t keep doing this.  It’s not going to work.  You know it as much as I do.”

                Buck didn’t respond.  Chuck wasn’t sure whether it was because Buck was in shock, Buck just didn’t care, or Buck was just that drunk.  Either way, Chuck knew that things had to end here.  Neither of them was happy and if it just kept going like this, they would never be happy.  It’s best to just call things off now, take a little heartache, and be better off for it tomorrow.

                “I’ll call later this week to come get my things,” Chuck said, his clothes finally on, turning around and heading out the bedroom door.

                Just as he got to the front door of the house, he heard Buck shout out for him.

                “Hey, wait!”

                Why, he didn’t know, but Chuck, for some reason, stayed firmly put where he was at, and waited for Buck to come sauntering towards him, still naked and not looking like he cared.

                “What,” Chuck said.

                Buck seemed to have a hard time maintaining his balance.  He looked like he was getting sick just trying to get his eyes to meet Chuck’s.

                “I thought…I thought you were staying here…for the night.  I thought…you wanted to cuddle.”

                Did he already forget what just happened in the bedroom?

                “I don’t feel well,” Chuck lied. “I’ll call tomorrow and I can come over then.”

                Chuck opened the door, but Buck suddenly slammed it back shut.

                “Don’t you fucking lie to me, Chuck!” Buck spat, suddenly angry.

                “I may be so buzzed that I can barely stand on my two fucking legs, but I know what happened in there,” he continued, pointing to the bedroom.

                Chuck remained silent, not quite sure how to handle this situation.  Buck spoke some more.

                “I don’t like what’s going on either.  I wish it would just…go away.  I wish we didn’t have to deal with this.  I wish that…that the only option we have isn’t to break up.”

                He sighed and moved to the couch, plopping himself down on it like a sack of potatoes.  He covered his face with his hands.  Chuck made no move towards or away from him.

                “What are we going to do?  How are we going to fix this?  I don’t want to break up.  You mean something to me,” Buck said through his hands.

                “I don’t know,” was all that Chuck could give back.

                They stayed quiet for a few seconds before Buck spoke up again.

                “I thought about it,” he said.  When he didn’t hear anything from Chuck, he continued. “I thought about how to fix all this.  One of the solutions I came up with was the same one you did- to break up.  I didn’t want that.  I still don’t want that.”

                He waited for some kind of confirmation from Chuck, but didn’t receive any.

                “And then I thought about something else.  I thought maybe…maybe we could try it?” he said, looking up at Chuck for the first time in what seemed like hours to him.

                Chuck’s face remained motionless.  Buck couldn’t tell what Chuck was feeling inside.

                “I mean, maybe we could try…doing that?” Buck reiterated.

                He stood up, which was no easy feat, as he was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and walked unsteadily back to Chuck.

                “I love you soooo much,” he said, sounding very much like a man who had replaced his blood with beer, “that if the only way to keep you all to myself is to occasionally take one for the team, then okay.  As long as you take one for the team, too.  I ain’t gonna be your bitch.”

                Chuck didn’t know what to think, possibly because of all the beer he had consumed as well.  He just knew that Buck was standing next to him, and that he didn’t want Chuck to leave.  Also, he was still naked.  It took a minute until Buck’s alternative solution registered in his brain.  Then he was left even more confused.  Could he agree to this?  Could he withstand the pain?  None of his previous boyfriends had minded being on the recipient end all the time, so he’d never had anything shoved up his ass before.  He knew it hurt.  He’d heard the yelps of his ex-boyfriends as he did the initial penetration, the heavy breathing, the profuse sweating.  The clenched, pained look on their face.  He didn’t want to go through with that.

                But, in his foggy memory, he also recalled the look of delight and ecstasy on their face after the initial pain had subsided.  How they smiled, open their mouth like they wanted to say something but somehow couldn’t, how they soon started to buck back against his thrusts.  They enjoyed it; the pain they first felt was an unfortunate side effect of the intense pleasure they soon felt afterwards.

                Chuck looked Buck in the eyes.  They looked cloudy, not all there.  No doubt Buck didn’t know half the things he was saying.  It was the alcohol talking.  However, his plan did have merit.  But could he handle the initial pain?  What if he was too tight?  Or if Buck was too big for him?  He didn’t know what to do.

                “I don’t know,” Chuck replied. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

                Whether Buck did it intentionally or not, his eyes suddenly dimmed, what was left of his drunken smile disappeared, he sagged, his shoulders drooped.  His eyes told Chuck that this was a man who was crestfallen, who had just given up all hope, shattered far more than he had anticipated.  Had Chuck been sober, he might have told Buck to man up and stop being such a pussy.  However, seeing as how Chuck was inebriated at the moment, he felt devastated to see a man he loved so much be in such pain.  He felt worse due to the fact that he seemed to be the one causing Buck this pain.  His hazy mind did a 180 and he came to a conclusion.

                “Buck,” he said, bringing his right hand up to softly grip Buck’s chin, lifting his head up.  He sighed. “Look, we can try it.”

                When Buck’s eyes came back to life and opened wider, Chuck added, “Try it.  I’m not saying that we’ll go through with it completely.  I want us to both know that either one of us can back out at any time.  We’re clearly not used to this situation, so feeling anxiety is probably going to happen.”

                It seemed, at first, that Buck had not listened to him, but he soon replied back.

                “Yeah, let’s do it.”

                They both smiled and slowly leaned in to each other, kissing when they got close enough.  The kiss started gentle enough, though in mere seconds, it turned into a frenzied rush of feelings, of grabbing hair and flesh, of grinding into one another.  They broke the kiss off.  Chuck looked back to the bedroom, and then back again to Buck, signaling his want.  Buck grinned.  Without a word, the two made a break for it back to the bedroom, Chuck going through the ritualistic shucking of the clothes again.  Buck hopped in bed first, shortly thereafter followed by a naked Chuck.  They resumed their passionate kiss from before.  In the proceeding half an hour, they kissed, massaged, and sucked until both were hard and ready for the next event.

                Chuck stared down at Buck’s erect penis.  He then moved his sights to Buck’s face.

                “So…since you suggested it, you want to be the first to ‘give it up’?” Chuck asked.

                Buck could instantly tell that Chuck was still not entirely sure about this, so he didn’t put up a fight.

                “Sure.  Just remember, it’s my turn afterwards.”

                “Yeah, I know,” Chuck replied with a sigh.

                Buck turned himself around and got into a position he thought would lead to the least painful entry possible.  This position happened to be him on his arms and knees, his head bowed down, touching his forearms, his ass raised and displayed like a ripened fruit, but not cherry.  Chuck admired the scenery, thinking that his boyfriend’s ass looked very delicious at the moment.  He reached out and rubbed all over Buck’s ass with his hand, making sure to dip in between the cracks every now and then, getting Buck used to something going that deep.  He could hear Buck’s breathing getting louder, more drawn out.  Unfortunately, this wasn’t due to being aroused, but due to being scared out of his mind.

                “If you fucking vomit, that’s going to be a deal-breaker right there,” Chuck playfully warned.

                “Sorry,” Buck huffed.

                “Buck, you need to relax.  We both know how to do this with other guys, so you should know what to do.”

                “I know, but it’s not like it’s second nature to me.”

                “I know, but at least try.”

                “Fine.”

                Chuck wet one of his fingers and positioned it right at Buck’s entrance.  Buck, again, involuntarily flexed, but soon relaxed.  Chuck’s finger slowly burrowed its way inside, first getting the first third in, then eventually the second third.  Soon, Chuck had an entire finger inside Buck.  Buck whimpered.

                “It’s just a finger.  You’ve taken larger shits than this before,” Chuck reasoned.

                He almost completely withdrew his finger before pushing it back in again, repeating the motion several times for Buck to get used to it.  With his free hand, Chuck began to grope and tug at his erection, trying to maintain its hardness for the next few minutes.  He soon added another finger to the one probing Buck’s ass, wetting it with his saliva first before inserting it.  Buck flinched again, but returned to a relaxed state quicker this time around.  Chuck made a scissoring motion with his fingers, eliciting a loud sigh from Buck.

                “Feels weird,” said Buck.

                “Bet it does.”

                They continued like this for a couple more minutes before Chuck asked if Buck was ready to take a third finger in.

                “What?  Are you serious?  You can’t be that big.”

                “Your mouth seemed to accommodate it quite well before, and how many fingers do YOU put inside a man before fucking them?”

                Buck didn’t reply, possibly because he knew that Chuck was right.  You’d have to be pretty “thin” to only have to use two fingers to loosen someone up.

                “Well?  Can I go ahead and stick the third one in?” asked Chuck.

                “Yeah, go ahead.”

                Chuck removed his fingers and stuck a third one in his mouth, wetting it.  He then slipped the first two back into Buck’s ass, slowly easing the third one in as well.  At about halfway in, Buck suddenly tensed up and audibly gasped.  He tried to scoot away, but Chuck held him firmly in place.

                “Stop!  It hurts!” said Buck.

                “Calm down!  I’m sorry that it hurt.  It’ll go away soon.  You just have to get used to it.”

                The two stayed perfectly still for another minute or two before Chuck tried to push the third digit further into Buck.  It met with some resistance still, but less so now.  Soon, all three fingers were inside Buck.  Without saying anything, Chuck started moving the three in and out, creating a fucking motion, simulating to Buck what was to come.  Before long, Buck was mimicking Chuck’s movement, thrusting his ass outwards whenever Chuck’s fingers thrust inwards, and vice-versa.  Whatever pain Buck initially felt had subsided.

                “Ready for the real thing?” Chuck asked.

                Buck groaned something indecipherable, but Chuck took that as a “yes” anyway.  Chuck lubed up his still erect cock with his spit and placed it against Buck’s entrance.  For a brief, fleeting moment, Chuck wondered about using a condom.  True, they had gone down on each other plenty of times before, but they had never done THIS before.  And it wasn’t like either of them had gone out and gotten themselves tested during the time they spent dating.  But it was a fleeting thought, and thus his drunken mind shoved it aside in favor of immediate gratification.  ‘Besides,’ he thought, ‘he would have told me if he wasn’t “clean” before we would’ve done anything sexual.  That’s the kind of guy Buck is.  I trust him.’

                “I love you.”

                Chuck was broken out of his thoughts.  He looked down at Buck, only able to see the back of his head.  The drunken fool.  He probably says that to everybody when he’s smashed.  Chuck smiled.

                “I love you, too.”

                Chuck slowly pushed the head in.  He was momentarily surprised that it was met with little resistance from a virgin, but then he remembered the extensive prepping he had just done to Buck.  Buck started breathing heavily, but didn’t show any signs of pain.  Chuck silently congratulated himself on doing such a fine job at loosening his boyfriend.  He slid an inch in, and then another.  After another two inches slid in, Buck gave a yelp and clenched down on Chuck’s penis.

                “Sorry.  Does it hurt?” asked Chuck.

                “A little.  I think you need to wet it more,” replied Buck.

                Chuck spitted some more onto his hand, took out most of his penis from Buck, and rubbed his hand along the length, making it slicker than it was, paying extra attention towards the base.  Satisfied with the tune up, he thrust his cock into Buck again, smiling at the noise Buck made as he did so, until he had almost his entire cock inside him.  He slowly pressed the last inch in.  Buck could suddenly feel a tingly sensation coming from his ass.

                “There, all in.  Feel good?” Chuck queried.

                “I feel like I have to scratch my ass real bad.”

                Chuck laughed.

                “Well, at least you ain’t hurting.  Right?”

                “Right.”

                Chuck took that as a sign to go ahead.  He started thrusting inwards and outwards, very quickly picking up a rhythm.  He soon found himself very glad that Buck was a top.  Buck’s ass was very tight, creating maximum friction for Chuck.  He could barely control himself, pumping vigorously against his boyfriend’s ass, using his hands to help guide Buck as to when to thrust back into his cock.  He had to slow down in a matter of minutes to keep from ending this too early.

                “How does it feel?” he asked, both to confirm that Buck was alright and to satisfy his own curiosity.

                “I don’t know what my exes found so exciting about this,” Buck complained.

                “I’m curious, since I have to do this next: how does it actually feel?” Chuck continued, not stopping his pumping.

                “Feels like I’m being FUCKED!” replied Buck, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

                “Ass,” Chuck quipped. “If you’re not going to tell me, then at least say it doesn’t hurt.”

                “Not after the initial penetration.  But you should probably already know that from past exes.”

                The two men stayed silent after that, Chuck continuing his assault and Buck resting his head on a pillow, just going with the flow.  After awhile, Chuck started picking up pace again, coming closer to climaxing again.

                “You’re tight, you know,” he said mindlessly.

                “No shit,” replied Buck. “Haven’t had anything up there since…ever.”

                Buck was just as lost in his mind as Chuck.  Snappy comebacks would be next to impossible by now.  Chuck’s movements became erratic.  His panting was becoming louder.  Wrapping his arms tightly around this fool who had let him take his virginity, thrusting as deeply into him as he possibly could, Chuck gave a sharp yell as he unloaded himself into Buck.  In no time flat, Chuck felt drained of all energy, contemplating about just falling asleep right on top of his lover.  He would’ve, too, had Buck not, none-too-romantically, shoved him off his back like a winter coat.  Chuck plopped down heavily onto his stomach on the bed.

                “Feel like I need to take a crap,” he bemoaned.

                “Did all you exes leave to take a crap after you fucked them?” Chuck sleepily replied.

                “No.”

                Buck looked down at his penis.  It was flaccid.  He wasn’t surprised.  He was a top.  Doing things like what he just did wasn’t going to maintain an erection.  He wondered how tight Chuck’s ass was.

                ‘Might as well get it hard again,’ he thought.

                He started fondling with his dick and balls, thinking about things to come (mainly his dick), and it wasn’t long until he was up and ready to go.  By then, Chuck was mostly asleep.

                “Hey!  No falling asleep on me!  It’s not consensual if one of the parties is asleep.”

                “You have my consent,” Chuck groggily replied, moving slightly to find himself a more comfortable position to fall asleep in.

                “No, it doesn’t work like that,” Buck argued. “Come on, Chuck.  You promised me.  I was awake for your turn.”

                Chuck knew that Buck would keep complaining and guilt-tripping him if he didn’t wake up and at least pretend to be interested in what was about to happen.  So, with a heavy sigh, he turned over onto his back and opened his eyes.  Damn, they had next to no lighting in this room.  How was he able to see where he was pumping a few minutes ago?  Buck smiled when he saw that he had won this little argument, and Chuck, misinterpreting exactly why Buck was smiling, smiled back, thinking that Buck was simply happy that Chuck was still willing to give up his anal virginity to him.

                “Go easy on me, will ya?” Chuck asked, the fear in him slowly rising back to the surface.

                “Aw, and here I was, about ready to rip you neatly in half with my monster of a horse dick,” Buck replied, a grin set on his face.  He had no intention of hurting this wonderful man who had given up so much for him (as anal virginity counts a lot more than simply transferring half of one’s wardrobe to another’s place).

                “Hey, I’ve HAD that ‘monster of a horse dick’ in my mouth before, and I can assure you, I’ve eaten franks thicker than you.”

                “Ass,” Buck retorted, smacking Chuck’s ass, but still smiling at the insult. “It’s probably better if you get on your hands and knees, like I did.”

                Deciding to have a little bit more fun, Chuck did as he was told, but still facing Buck.

                “Cute,” Buck said, sarcastically. “Turn around, fucker, or I’m going to have to get rough with you.”

                “Kinky,” Chuck replied in the same tone of voice.  He did as he was told again, however.

                Buck was starting to think that Chuck was specifically stalling for time, hoping that his erection would go down and he’d just give up on the endeavor.  This was not likely to happen, however, as Buck was dead set on claiming his prize even if it killed him.

                Buck wet his fingers and started massaging Chuck’s hole, using his dry hand to pry apart the cheeks.  He did take notice of the fact that Chuck’s hole was less hairy than his.  Not to a significant degree, but still noticeable.  Perhaps next time he could try rimming him.  IF there is a “next time.”  Chuck was immediately uncomfortable with the feeling.  He clenched his hole for all its worth and Buck could tell.

                “C’mon, Chuck.  You promised.”

                “You are not guilt-tripping me into this.”

                Buck stopped.  He was pretty sure that this meant that Chuck couldn’t go through with it.  He was about to go into a long self-monologue about how he was inadequate as a lover, that his boyfriend didn’t really love him as much as he thought he did, that he had just been used and discarded like some piece of trash, when Chuck spoke up again.

                “Just stick it in, already.  I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.”

                Buck broke out of his self-inflicted thoughts and looked down at Chuck…well, his back, anyway.  In his beer-infested mind, he saw the true meaning behind Chuck’s statement, if there was indeed a true meaning behind the statement at all.  But to Buck, Chuck clearly gave him the go-ahead to continue with the probing.  And so he did.

                By some miracle, Buck managed to get one finger halfway into Chuck’s ass.  Chuck, of course, yelped.  Neither was surprised by that.  Chuck clenched himself and Buck waited for him to relax.  Which, of course, he eventually did.  Buck then pushed the finger all the way inside him, wriggling it around, causing Chuck to buck and grind wildly, as Buck had done earlier.  Chuck thought it felt like a huge-ass worm was burrowing into his ass.

                When Buck felt that Chuck was ready, he wet and inserted another finger into him, doing the scissor motion that Chuck had done to him earlier, eliciting the same response from him as well.  Chuck couldn’t stop clenching himself from all the weird feelings he as getting down there.  He also felt surprised that it wasn’t hurting nearly as much as he thought it would.  He already had two fingers in him, and it just felt more foreign and inappropriate than painful.

                “You ready for a third?” asked Buck.

                “I guess,” replied Chuck, sounding unenthused.

                “You don’t sound very excited.”

                “Of course I don’t!  I’m tired, I don’t want to do this, I’m only doing it because I said I would, and because I think you’re worth it!” Chuck snapped back, not fully realizing what he’d just said.

                Fortunately, Buck was just coherent enough to understand what Chuck was yelling about and smiled to himself.  Without saying anything, he wet and inserted the third finger, which, unsurprisingly, caused Chuck to yelp, much like Buck did (even within the same vocal range and duration).  Buck remained silent as he waited for Chuck to become accustomed to the massive intrusion.  Once Chuck started breathing more easily and stopped clenching every four seconds, Buck proceeded to make fucking motions with his fingers, going in and out, twisting clockwise and counterclockwise, sometimes making smooth movements, sometimes making sharp, piston-like jabs.  He was trying to get Chuck in the best mood possible for what was to come; to make Chuck want to be fucked by him.

                Chuck wasn’t feeling it.  Maybe Buck just wasn’t hitting that spot that his exes had told him about numerous times before.  Maybe he was virtually dead inside there, and nothing was going to drive him to orgasmic ecstasy short of divine intervention.  It may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.  It probably wasn’t the last one, and Chuck certainly felt stupid for even remembering such a childish show from when he was young.  Whatever the reason was, it was simply fact that Chuck wasn’t going to be turning into a versatile, much less a bottom, man anytime soon.

                Concerned that he wasn’t hearing Chuck moaning nor groaning, Buck started to wonder if Chuck was hating this (or just fell back to sleep).

                “Chuck, are you okay?”

                “I’m fine.  Just stick your dick in there already.”

                Thinking that that was the best course of action, Buck pulled out and spat on his hand, using that to lube up his dick.  Once that was good to go, he pointed it directly at Chuck’s hole.

                “You ready?”

                “Yeah.”

                Buck started pushing in, not getting very far with that.  As loose as Chuck may be, Chuck still didn’t want any uninvited guests into his home.  Buck figured that more force was needed, and started putting more muscle into it.

                “Push out, dammit!” he instructed.

                Chuck, not really wanting this to happen, briefly pushed out and backed up into Buck slightly.  This was all it took for Buck’s head to finally make it in.  Again, Chuck gave a shout.  Both men started panting, as if they had been going at this for hours on end.  Not wanting to waste any time, Buck began to push further in.  It was a much easier affair this time.  Chuck, not wanting to prolong this any longer (and just wanting to get some sleep), stayed silent, even as Buck approached a depth which caused a stinging sensation to Chuck.  It only took a minute before Buck had his entire length in him.

                “I’m in,” he said, as if it was necessary to announce.

                “I can tell,” Chuck replied, sarcastically. “Now hurry up and cum already.”

                “Does it hurt?” Buck asked, ignoring Chuck’s words.

                “It stings a little, yeah.  But that’s to be expected.  Like you said, feels like I have to take a crap.”

                “I said that AFTER you fucked me,” Buck corrected.

                “Well, still.  Feels like I have to take a shit.”

                Buck hummed to himself as he started pumping in and out of his boyfriend.  It wasn’t long until he developed a rhythm, and not long after that when he felt the familiar sensation in his dick start to rise.

                Chuck was rather surprised that this wasn’t hurting as much as he thought it would.  Then again, his exes never complained, so it obviously wasn’t as bad as he had thought.  Buck’s penis wasn’t as thick as a Coke can, so he wasn’t being stretched to the limit.  If Buck got the incredibly stupid idea to try this again someday, well, maybe Chuck could tolerate it.

                Buck was close to exploding.  As he neared the point of no return, he grabbed hold of Chuck’s sides as tight as he could, thrust harshly as deep into him as possible, and let out a rather embarrassingly high pitched shout as he unloaded into Chuck.  Chuck could feel the first volley injected into him.  Buck immediately realized why Chuck felt so lifeless and tired after he came.  Buck collapsed on top of Chuck, who just as quickly collapsed onto the bed.  Both were breathing heavily and sweating profusely and, with Chuck feeling like he had upheld his end of the bargain and Buck just being plain exhausted, were out like a light in minutes.

~~~

                Birds were chirping and the sun was in the sky when Chuck finally opened his eyes.  Fear suddenly washed over him as he quickly scanned the room for something.  Finally, he found the clock sitting on the opposite side of the bed, past where Buck’s still sleeping body lay.

                ‘6:49am.’

                ‘Shit,’ he thought, jumping out of bed, making his way to the shower.

                He had less than a half an hour to shower, shave, freshen his breath, put on a suit, and drive to a meeting.  Plus, he had a huge hangover to deal with.

                “Buck!” he yelled from the bathroom. “Get your ass out of bed or you’ll be late!”

                He knew that Buck had to be at work by nine, but didn’t know if he had set his alarm last night and wasn’t willing to risk it.  He stepped into the shower, cursing at the still freezing water, wondering if he could brush his teeth at the same time.

~~~

                Buck awoke to somebody yelling at him.  He heard water running.  He rose from bed, checking his surroundings, suddenly feeling a massive pain in his head.  Stupid hangover.  He should just call off work today.  Did he even have any headache medicine left?

                He heard the shower running, and the bathroom lights were on, so he assumed that Chuck was taking a shower.  He glanced at the clock.

                ‘Oh shit!  It’s 6:50 already?  Why’s Chuck still here?!  He should’ve left ten minutes ago!’

                Buck heard the shower stop, soon after followed by the sound of Chuck gargling mouthwash.  Probably too strapped for time to even brush his teeth (he had his own toothbrush there anyway).  Chuck soon came barreling into the room, buck naked, still trying to dry his hair with a towel.  The sight of his naked boyfriend before him got an appreciative smile out of Buck and the beginning of a hard-on underneath the sheets.  Chuck saw that he was awake.

                “Good, you’re awake.  I didn’t know if you had set the alarm for eight or not,” he said, rummaging through the drawers for his boxers and socks. “Fuck, I’m going to be late no matter HOW fast I dress.  There’s bound to be traffic on the highway anyways.”

                He went over to the closet to find his work shirt, pants, and tie.  He threw them on the bed as he realized that he had left the body spray in the bathroom.  He was clad only in his boxers.

                “Why don’t you just hop back in bed, then?” Buck called out to him. “You hate that job anyways.”

                “What did I just say yesterday, huh?” came Chuck’s voice from the bathroom. “A job’s a job.  I need the money, even if I don’t like the place.”

                He returned to the bedroom.

                “Believe me; once I have a new job, I’ll quit this one in such a fashion that it’ll make headline news.”

                “You should totally do it in those red boxers of yours,” Buck suggested, referring to his favorite pair of boxers that Chuck wore.

                “You wish,” Chuck replied, assembling his outfit.

                With his suit on, Chuck searched for his keys.  Buck remained naked on the bed.

                “So…are we back on then?” Buck asked.

                “Hm?” Chuck asked, not paying much attention to Buck at the moment.

                “Are we still together?  As boyfriends?” Buck reiterated, trying to make himself clearer.

                Chuck found the keys and hurried over to Buck, kneeling down to his eye level.

                “Of course.  I love you, and I think we can make this work.”

                He gave Buck a quick peck on the lips before standing up and walking out to the front door.

                “We’ll have to set up some rules for ‘that sort of thing’ though.  We’ll talk when I get back from work tonight, okay?” he said, opening the door and unlocking his car with a button on the keys.

                Just before he closed the door, Buck shouted out to him.

                “I love you, too!”

                Chuck hesitated for a moment, smiled, and closed the door behind him.