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Subject: The Bull, the stag, the ram, part 4 “I can’t take it anymore, man,” I said to Buck. “You’ve got to tell me what’s going on.” My naked roommate reclined on a plush couch in his room. A devilish smile was plastered to his face, while his stag’s crown hung casually from a finger. Possibly the same finger that had just been inside me as Buck gave me the most intense blow job of my life. Both of our exposed hides were still wet with the dong sauce we’d each blasted at the end of my massage in the living room. “What do you mean?” Buck asked in an amused tone. My face warmed with the heat of embarrassment and ire. “I can’t think straight when I’m in this house. I keep having super weird dreams. You’ve been, like, drugging me or something, dude! Every time I’m around you, I have these… thoughts.” My gorgeous roommate tipped his face to one side. “Thoughts?” My voice moved down to a whisper. “Of you, uh, reaming me with your huge dong.” My eyes shot to his giant soft tool. The tiniest bead of precum was leaking out of its tip. The guy was nothing if not virile. Buck had just flooded me with jizz and here he was wet again. Casually, Buck got up and sauntered over to his altar. It took every ounce of my strength not to go over and start licking his adonis-bod. Those striking calves, those quarter-bouncing glutes, his insane obliques, prominent pecs, and astounding shoulders-the man was stacked from head to toe. And that was all before you noticed his inconceivable uncut cock and low-hanging balls. My asshole began to twitch just from watching him walk. After placing his crown down, Buck picked up a half-smoked blunt and returned to the couch. He lit it, inhaled, and then smirked at me with his incandescent eyes. “What if I told you that I’m not doing anything to you, Walsh?” he said. He offered me a hit of his stoogie and, reflexively, I took it and puffed. The action gave me time to consider what he was telling me. “But the dreams… the fog in my brain… your antlers…” Buck blew out a huge cloud of smoke, indifferently scratching his huge hairy nutsac. The smell of his crotch funk wafted towards me, filling my nostrils. “I have my practices,” he said. “But they’re not connected to whatever’s going on in your head.” The light daze of weed began making me unwind. Was it possible that I had been working myself up over nothing this whole time? “Like I told you before,” Buck went on. “I use rituals to help me achieve balance and integration. They allow me to recognize certain energetic alignments.” His words made my heart skip a beat. My stoned mind was having trouble making sense of what he was telling me. “Then what about the time we jacked off together?” I asked. “Plus you just polished my knob in the living room.” He flashed his pearly teeth. “I’m not saying that I’m not enjoying your current interest in me. But rest assured, your thoughts originate with you. I can’t cast spells and I can’t entrap boys. I just know how to be open.” The weight of his sentences crashed over me, forcing me to take a seat next to him on his recliner. My legs brushed up against his, sending goose pimples up my side. Every time I was near him, my body cried out. I wanted to be taken by him, to submit to his every sexual whim. There was no way he was telling the truth. He had to be using some kind of love potion to seduce me. Maybe Buck could see the disbelief in my eyes. Reaching down, he pulled a deck of cards from under the couch. He flipped through the stack and then held one up. It showed a naked, carefree man with a hobo’s bindle slung over his shoulder. The guy looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was also, I noticed, a hunk. “The Fool,” Buck said. “He represents the spontaneity of the given moment. Untroubled, he has faith that the universe will deliver to him anything he needs. My sacraments help me be like this fool. I think maybe you’re just responding to my ease.” As he spoke, I watched his soft lips, remembering the sweet kiss he had planted on me. A rush of anxious wings beat in my belly. Maybe Buck was right. Maybe I was just jonesing for his kicked-back attitude. There was something incredibly hot about his stoner lifestyle with its promise of effortless freedom. Buck let his fingers brush up against my arm. My dick twinged, remembering how close we were sitting. Once again, I felt the compulsion to let him do whatever he wanted to my body. We faced each other, my attention caught by his exquisite features. “Look, man,” I said. “I don’t know if I understand everything you’re saying. But can you just please fuck me already?” My movie star roommate smiled. He cupped a hand underneath my chin, brought his face close to mine, and kissed me. “Sorry,” he said, pulling away. “But I can’t. Not yet anyway.” My chest sank. A cold feeling spread throughout my frame. “The things is,” he continued. “I need you to figure yourself out first. This has all been fun but I don’t gaziantep escort want to go too much further unless you’re prepared to face what’s coming.” My brain started spinning once more. Maybe it was the grass, or maybe the rejection, but I couldn’t fully process what Buck was telling me. My foundations wound around in confusion, trying to determine if I was upset or relieved that I wasn’t going to be on the receiving end of his gigantic hog. But Buck wasn’t done. “Don’t worry too much, Walsh. From the moment we met, I got a good feeling about you. It’s possible you’re more powerful than you realize.” * * * * The session should have calmed me, but instead it send me reeling. I threw on some gym clothes and rushed out into the world, not knowing where I was headed. Eventually, I found my way to Jack’s apartment, knocking on his door in a frantic daze. “Oh hey, man,” Jack said, answering the door in nothing but a pair of stained sweat shorts. He leaned against the door frame, showing off his crazy cut abs and chest. The bush of his armpit was prominently visible and it was clear he had just worked out because he stank to high heaven. “Can I come in?” I asked, avoiding eye contact and pushing my way inside. “Uh… sure…” Jack said, following me. “Everything ok, dude?” I sat on his couch, trying to ignore the pressing forces at work inside my stomach. Jack stood before me, my gaze exactly at the same level as the major bulge of his crotch. He looked down at me with a confused smile. “What’s going on with you, Walsh?” Inside my brain, thoughts of Jack’s cock spun. It was big and meaty and uncut and I wanted to shove it as far down my throat as I could possibly stand. I wanted him to flood my craw with nut and then I wanted him to spin me around and take me from behind, boning my aching asshole with his thick pole. The desperation in my mind was so overwhelming that I found myself reaching out. My fingers edged closer to the alluring muscles of Jack’s exposed abdomen. “Umm… what are you doing?” Jack’s words sounded in my ears but I was too far gone to register their meaning. My hand brushed his V-line and I started to pull at the elastic waistband of his shorts. That’s when he smacked my fingers away. “Woah, bud. Not cool.” I looked up to see his angry expression. “Holy shit, bro,” Jack said. “I’ve just been joking with you about sucking my dick. Didn’t think you were actually getting serious about becoming a dong swallower.” The blood vessels in my face lit up. Fuck, I had totally just come on to my best friend, who was 100 percent not interested. Jack didn’t look all that happy about my failed attempt. “Walsh, I think you need to get out of here. Get your head right and remember that I’m not into that kind of shit.” He flared his nostrils with an exaggerated inhale. “And take a fucking shower. You reek.” * * * * Disoriented and mortified beyond belief, I returned home and rushed into the shower. I soaped up my hide and ran my hands over my heavy cock and balls. They seemed to both be a little bigger than I remembered, especially my nuts, which were swelling with a potent urgency. After wrapping a towel around my waist, I checked myself out in the mirror. I was pretty damn good-looking, I had to admit. Classic college jock bod, toned from plenty of hours at the gym, and a friendly if befuddled expression plastered to my face. Sniffing my armpits, I found that they still smelled, even though I had washed them pretty well. But the redolent stench now struck me as genuinely fragrant, a heady bouquet of dude, dirt, and dope. Coming out, I found Buck in the living room sitting cross-legged on the floor and wearing his antler crown. Before him was a small statue of a buff man whose features resembled my roommate’s, including the stag’s horns that grew from his head. Two sticks of incense wafted smoke on either side of this idol. My nostrils were able to pick out the scent of cedarwood and fir, along with an undercurrent of Buck’s BO. Barely looking up, my roommate held up a freshly-rolled joint. He invited me to sit next to him and watched with his bewitching eyes as I smoked it down to the roach. He pointed at the shrine in front of us. “Cernunnos,” he said. “A traditional deity from the Celtic regions. He is one of the oldest attested gods, an intercessor between the different realms of creation.” Feeling baked, I tried to focus on Buck’s sentences. But his stunning muscles and that pelt of fur on his chest were making me swoon again. I wanted to trace my fingers across his beautiful tattoos, then have him cover my nose with his armpit as his cock plunged in and out of my asshole. “Lord of Wild Things,” Buck went on, “Cernunnos is in charge of everything that comes to us from nature — verdancy, regeneration, lushness, and, especially, fertility.” As he spoke this last word, we both looked down at his massive dick. A steady trickle of precum was leaking from its tip. suriyeli escort Ensorcelled, I reached out my hand. My fingers wrapped around his hefty shaft and I felt his pipe pulsate. “Holy shit, dude,” I managed to say as his mastodong grew. That thing was too good to be true, the Platonic ideal of penis, so thick and powerful it should have been kept a museum. My own member stiffened at the sight of him hardening, and my hole started itching and twitching like crazy. “Mmhmmm,” Buck exhaled, clearly content as I started jacking his giant uncut cock. A beautiful stream of pearlescent pre-jizz flooded from its fore end. He leaned forward and took hold of my aching dick, bringing his forehead to rest against mine and closing his eyes. I felt the base of his stag horn crown press against my skin. His breath came out in a yogic rhythm, the cycles growing deeper with each inhale. With the weed roiling through my mind, I couldn’t do anything other than copy him, mostly in complete disbelief that I was finally getting to touch Buck’s insane fuck-stick. His incredible, sticky emanations ran down over my fingers and wrist as I continued to hold that concrete dong and jack its foreskin every so gently back and forth. Buck pressed his lips to mine, a kiss he held back just the slightest amount. He opened his fiery eyes and looked at me. “Are you ready for this?” But by this point, I was so far gone that I had no idea what he was getting at. All I knew was that I wanted Buck body and soul, from his ripped arms to his colossal dick, and I was no longer willing to wait for permission. My mouth found its way to his neck, to his nips, to his breastbone, and then downward, so that soon I was staring straight at his otherworldly uncut organ, which was leaking prodigious rivulets of proto-skeet from its exquisite tip. That thing looked more delectable than any shiska-knob I’d ever seen and I unrolled my tongue and brought it closer to that hot, wet source of man spunk. “Unnffff,” Buck grunted as I placed my mouth over the end of his cockhead and supped from its heavenly scope. My loins were aflame as my roommate continued jacking my member, the sensation magnifying now that I had that immense donkey dong fixed squarely between my lips. My jaw unhinged of its own accord and I felt Buck’s enormous trouser snake slide farther into my craw, crawling along my tongue and pushing my palate upward with its mighty heft. Sweet and salty pre-spooge coursed across my taste buds, running down my throat and making me groan with unbridled delight to be finally sampling such sublime emissions. Buck’s all-encompassing crotch funk bathed my face and nostrils in its intoxicating aroma and I felt like I was getting higher just from the incredible act of sucking his cock. He pressed forward just the tiniest bit, letting his crazy pagan pole slip ever farther into my throat. Atop me, I could hear Buck moaning with pleasure and feel as he rubbed a strong hand over the keyed-up skin on my back. His vigorous grip clutched my sides and then moved farther, giving me a decisive slap on the ass. There was the sound of him spitting and then the cool sensation of a slick finger sliding between my butt cheeks. I was nearly knocked out from ecstasy as his hand found my aching hole. With sweat beginning to drip from my armpits, I surrendered myself to his incursion and felt myself unravel as he slipped a finger past my sphincter, already accustomed to such anal explorations. Buck’s dick went further into my gullet as his other hand tugged insistently at my foreskin, making me drip so much cock juice that I thought he might just slip off. My roommate must have activated some kind of animalistic subsystem in my consciousness because, by now, I had been completely taken over by the need to deep throat his hog. There wasn’t even an ounce of resistance or gagging as his huge howitzer of a dong delved ever farther into my fore end. It felt so amazing to cram his cock into my craw, having it stretch my lips and throat with its monumental magnitude, his shaft dripping and pulsing as he bottomed out inside me. My nose was buried in his pubes, the jungle of hairs on his nutsac pressed firmly against my chin, and I cried out in rapture from my fully-stoppered jaw. Buck could probably feel how pliant my mouth was because he wasted no time in beginning to face fuck me. His bountiful bang stick slid all the way out of my throat and nearly out past my lips, which wrapped themselves tightly around his dong-head to prevent it from going any farther. As he slammed that sausage straight back inside me, his humungous balls slapped me squarely on the chin. The force of his thrust made me reel with divine dizziness. With his jumbo dumbo tickling my tonsils, I felt tears of joy run from eyes. I had been waiting for this for so long and it was glorious to finally be on the receiving end of such a stupendous sexual assault. Meanwhile, rus escort Buck’s finger had continued its invasion of my rear, helped by regular applications of spit lube and the fact that I was already lost in bodily hedonism. Before I knew it, there was another finger and then another slipping and sliding in and out of my supple asshole, my cheeks spread apart my Buck’s other hand, which was no longer needed for jacking my cock. The unparalleled pleasures coursing through my antechamber sent me into other dimensions, making me lose track of anything other than this magnificent moment. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that my butt was facing directly at the sexy horned statue on the floor, who would be at the perfect level to see the raunchy performance going on between me and my roommate. Buck seemed to be performing this salacious action for the benefit of his chosen idol, finger-banging me like a pornstar as he choked my throat with his massive prong. I cared about nothing besides being double-stuffed by these two sensations, the excitement in my asshole and the crowding in my mouth as Buck went to town on my gullet. His prodigious pipe was banging away faster and faster at my face, his obscene nuts whapping me over and over on the chin and cheeks. Buck seemed to be as lost as me, snorting like a feral beast as he bucked his hips in a thumping rhythm that made me woozy with its power and strength. The scent of his sweat wrapped around me, the flavor of his dick all I could taste. My mind was sent somewhere far away as my body did what came naturally, opening itself up from both ends to Buck and his amazing abilities. At some point, I could feel his dong growing thicker, his nuts contracting upward as he neared his release. I imagined the two of us there on the floor, me on all fours with half a hand in my ass and a hot hairy man fucking my face for all it was worth. A part of me wished we could continue forever in this consecrated coupling, remaining in this sex temple for the rest of my life. I thought about everything I’d so far experienced with Buck, his brawny vitality, his captivating pronouncements, and I knew that I was going to have to study this mysterious man, to get even closer to him and find out where this crazy rabbit hole would take me. At that moment, I felt a trigger go off in my butthole and my waist contracted as my hips began rollicking. Somehow, Buck’s fingers had hit just the right place inside me to generate an assgasm and I felt my chute tightening as a crazy climax wracked through my frame. Perhaps precipitated by this occurrence, or maybe just because he had tremendous control, Buck achieved his own orgasm just then. I felt his colossal cock shove its way as far into the back of my throat as possible, his privates mashed with beautiful urgency against my features as his dong flared ever larger. As he howled like a coyote, he began firing ropes of slick semen straight into my pie hole, his throbbing shaft ramming an absurd serving of raunch dressing right into my gullet, followed by a jizz surge that I couldn’t believe. Buck’s dong busted its wad in a crazy stream that coated my craw and filled up my mouth. His boy batter was so abundant that it came leaking out my lips as he pulled out his schlong, bringing me face to face with that savage sausage as he shot several more offerings right at my eyes, nose, and chin. His superlative spooge covered my surprised expression with a delectable portion of nut butter, which dripped over my tongue, tasting like spices and cream. All the while, my own member was firing the most insane amounts of dulce de dick, which amassed in a puddle on the floor beneath me. I felt my mind spinning with cosmic culmination as both Buck and I ejected more ejaculate than seemed prudent. Finally, we slowed and panted from our exertions. I turned back to see Buck’s fingers still crammed into my hole. His other hand hadn’t touched my dick for a while, meaning I’d busted from anal stimulation alone. Ever so slowly, he pulled his digits out, one by one, allowing me to relax and sigh with each exit. Despite having had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, a part of me was ready to go for another round, to keep up this carnal carnival of lewd lust and fleshy pleasure. Buck was smiling down at me from over his hairy pecs, those stag’s horns somehow perfectly complementing his wild beard and hair. I felt my heart beat faster, my body swelling with pride from knowing that I’d done a good job, that Buck was impressed by my talents and that this amazing episode in my life was going to continue. I could tell that I was being transformed by his erotic energy, and couldn’t wait to see where it would take me next. * * * * Well, here’s another chapter for you filthy animals. I love all the comments and suggestions I’m getting, love hearing everybody’s stories about the real-life Buck’s they’ve met. This piece is an outgrowth of my interest in hippie boys as well as my decision to stop wearing deodorant a few months back. Hope to keep up this ride for a while yet! Please keep writing to me at hoo. Your emails always help me get the next piece done. And obviously support the amazing resource that is Nifty at fty/
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