The door of the apartment swung open, banging against the inner wall."—Oh, it's on!" JD announced as he stormed into the living room, just a step ahead of Buck, his roommate and co-worker. JD dropped his bike helmet and his backpack to the floor, and then shrugged off of his leather jacket.
"Don't tell me when it's on, boy! I'll tell you when it's on!" Buck was shouting back as he dropped his briefcase and slammed shut the front door. "And I'm tellin' you, right now, boy: it's on! "
JD was leaning against the wall, trying to tug off his boots, as Buck was slipping out of his suit jacket and undoing his tie.
"That's you, Buck: all talk! All talk, Buck. But where's the show? Bring it on, bring it on," JD mocked. "You're full of crap, Buck, and you know it!"
JD was now working on his second boot as Buck was painstakingly undoing button after button on his dress shirt.
"Of course I'm fulla crap! Ain't never denied it. But that still don't mean that I can't beat the horseshit outta you. BOY!"
"I told you—" JD finally tugged his boot free and sent it sailing toward Buck. "Don't call me boy! "
Buck easily side-stepped the boot, and then laughed gleefully at JD's poor aim. JD picked up his other boot and quickly chucked it at his roommate, landing a solid hit. The boot bounced off Buck's thigh and tumbled to the floor, but it left a black smudge on Buck's light gray trousers.
"Oh, that's it! That's it!" Buck said, but he made no move to retaliate. JD stuck out his tongue as he pulled off his socks. He watched Buck carefully, unsure if the man would lunge at him or not. But, when Buck began pulling off his dress shirt and undershirt, JD felt safe enough for the moment to quickly pull his own t-shirt over his head. He immediately returned his gaze to Buck as he tossed his shirt aside; the man had not changed locations.
"Well?" JD taunted as he began to undo the buttons on his blue jeans. "Come on. What are you waiting for? A spring thaw? The chickens to roost? Marlene in accounting to realize you're all talk and no action?"
Buck stepped out of his trousers before JD could get his jeans past his knees. Buck chose that moment to close the distance between them.
"No action, eh?" Buck said as he grabbed JD around the waist and spun him into the center of the room. "How's this for action?" he asked as he slipped his encircling arms down JD's body, past his hips to his knees, and then yanked forward, dropping JD flat on his ass.
JD let out a whoosh of air before he could stop himself. Buck had him, with his pants still tangled around his ankles. But Buck fought fair, for the most part, so JD wasn't too surprised when Buck pulled his pants the rest of the way off and tossed them somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen.
"You givin' up already?" Buck asked when JD didn't immediately try to get to his feet. "Huh? Boy?" Buck reached out toward JD's belly and that's when JD struck. He grabbed Buck's wrist, sharply twisted his arm, and pressed his thumb hard into a pressure point. Buck let out a yelp as he gave into the twisting of his arm and falling onto his back, obviously surprised by the move. He grinned up at JD, as if he approved of the tactic.
But JD didn't rest on his laurels. Buck might be on his back, but he was far from pinned, far from giving in or giving up. JD lunged forward, catching Buck beneath his leg and shoving it up until the knee was resting against Buck's chest. But Buck used JD's momentum against him, causing JD to roll up and over Buck's body. It was now JD who was in the submissive position, on his back with Buck above him.
JD was down, but he sure as hell wasn't out. He shot his legs up, shoving Buck back onto his ass, and then he got to his feet. He crouched, ready for anything as Buck got his feet under himself again. They both faced each other now — circling, circling. Arms and hands at the ready to grab or parry; trying to guess the other's strengths and weaknesses; looking for an opening.
Buck suddenly charged forward, his head lowered like a bull, obviously intent on butting JD in the stomach. But at the last moment, JD spun to the side and then slapped Buck on the ass as he sped past. The man stopped and turned, before inching toward JD, grinning like something between a crazed madman and an exuberant child.
They both charged at the same moment and then locked arms around shoulders and waists. JD tugged and so did Buck. JD pulled, but Buck was heavier and taller; his best friend had the distinct advantage, and as Buck pulled back he was easily winning the skirmish. So, JD simply stopped pulling. Buck immediately over-balanced and fell backwards and JD went with him, glad to land on top of the larger man, rather than under him.
JD tried to sit up, but Buck threw them both to the side. Buck grappled with JD, trying to gain purchase, to crawl on top of him, but JD slipped away. JD could feel the sweat collecting on his skin; it had allowed this quick escape, but he knew it would make keeping his own grip on Buck difficult.
But this realization didn't stop JD from reaching out and clamping his hand around Buck's ankle as the man was trying to right himself. He pressed his thumb into another pressure point until Buck yelped and yanked his leg away. JD used the moment of Buck's distraction to grab at something on the floor.
Then he lunged at Buck again; he threw himself across the man's belly, and nearly slid right off the other side, they were so slick now with sweat. But he caught himself with his hands on the carpet. Buck reached up with both his hands and tickled JD's middle until JD couldn't help but curl into a helpless ball.
Buck laughed his fool head off. He was doubled over from laughing so hard that it was easy enough for JD to suddenly grab hold of his ankles and lash them together with Buck's gaudy Hawaiian-print tie. Buck quickly caught his breath and reached down to undo the knot, playing right into JD's trap. JD looped the free end of the tie around Buck's wrists and quickly completed the hog-tie.
JD stood then and whooped at the top of his lungs.
Buck grumbled from his spot on the floor. He tugged at the binding, but it seemed to only make the knots tighter. "You've been watchin' too much damn rodeo on ESPN," he growled.
"I told you I've been practicing! Maybe next time you'll believe me."
"Next time, I'll remember not to let you win," Buck said, now flopped onto his left side and still struggling.
"Let me? Like hell you did!"
"Like hell, I did," Buck assured him.
"I won fair and square and you know it!" JD insisted. He knew what it felt like when Buck wasn't giving it his all, and this hadn't felt in the least bit like that.
"Whatever. Just let me loose," Buck finally said.
"Nope," JD said, grinning down at him.
"Fine. Uncle," he announced, admitting defeat, but JD just continued to smile. "Come on, boy, I give up! Now, undo these knots."
JD shook his head slowly from side to side.
"Come on! What do you want me to say?" Buck asked, nearly pleading now.
"You can promise not to call me 'boy' anymore, for starters."
"Deal. Now, get me outta this, kid! "
But JD had no intention of letting Buck go. Not yet anyway.... JD got up and rushed down the hall to his bedroom where he retrieved the bag he'd hidden there. When he returned to the front room, he couldn't help but laugh as Buck watched him with suspicion in his narrowed blue eyes.
JD kneeled down beside Buck and then pulled the first item from the bag. It was a small, clear plastic bottle with a silver-colored cap. JD popped the cap open and let the thick, slick liquid dribbled onto the tip of one finger before reaching out to rub the lubricant over Buck's lips; it was lemon meringue flavor and JD hoped that Buck wouldn't hate it. When JD felt his finger being sucked into Buck's mouth, he knew the taste was at least passable.
As Buck sucked JD's finger deep, JD began to caress Buck's nearest nipple. When the bud peaked, JD rolled and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger.
When Buck began to relax, even moaning quietly in the back of his throat, JD pulled away. He moved down Buck's body and began to work the white fabric of his briefs off his hips. It wasn't easy, because Buck wasn't exactly helping, but neither was he actively hindering the process. Once the briefs were at Buck's ankles, JD pulled the elastic band up and over Buck's toes, just to keep the article from slipping around and possibly getting in the way.
Then, JD turned aside to retrieve the second and last item from the bag. He held it up, pretending to inspect it. He'd ordered it over the Internet and the box had arrived earlier in the week, so he'd had plenty of time to examine it. But now he wanted to give Buck the time to look it over, knowing that the object would seem larger and larger with each passing moment.
"What the hell is that?" Buck asked, his voice low and almost strained.
"A dildo," JD replied, grinning.
He hefted the thing in his hand and noted, not for the first time, that it felt heavier than it looked. Made of a graphite-colored silicone, the dildo was a good six inches around, nearly seven inches in length, and embossed with thick, almost realistic-looking veins. The smooth, rounded head was curved — "Ideal for G-spot or prostate stimulation," the website had said — and the flared base, which was "ideal for anal penetration," concealed a large plastic knob. JD had been a bit embarrassed making the purchase, even with the relative anonymity of the Internet, and that embarrassment had returned when the box finally arrived, but now he wasn't feeling anything except eager anticipation.
"And just what in the hell do you think you're gonna do with that?" Buck asked.
"Duh," JD replied.
"Oh, I don't think so!" Buck's tone was filled with warning.
"Aw, come on, Buck. Don't you trust me?" JD asked, throwing back the words Buck had used on him just last week.
"Not as far as I can throw you. And we both know that's not far enough!"
JD laughed at this. He knew he had Buck, and not just because the man was hog-tied on the floor. "You owe me," he said and Buck goggled at him in disbelief. "You owe me for trying to stick your fist up my ass last week."
"Is that all? Is that what this is about?" Buck asked. "And here I thought you were a man, but it turns out you're just a boy after all."
"Told you not to call me that," JD said.
"And I told you to untie me."
"Not a chance, Buck."
"Well, you're still not stickin' that thing up my ass."
"Wanna bet?" JD asked, smiling. It was his chance for revenge and he was enjoying it! Buck had tried to fist him, tried to convince him that his rectum would accommodate something that size, and that if he gave it a chance, he'd actually enjoy it. Buck had eventually relented, but he'd gone far enough that if JD dwelled on the experience, he could almost feel Buck's four fingers still in place, though he wouldn't admit, even to himself, that these memories made him a bit hard.
In plain sight of Buck, JD dribbled the lemon meringue-flavored lubricant over the tip of the dildo. He wanted Buck to watch, to squirm, as he anticipated what was about to happen to him. He thought about rubbing the dildo over Buck's face, pushing it slowly into Buck's mouth and making him suck on it. JD thought he'd enjoy watching as he thrust the fake-cock in and out of Buck's mouth; he thought he'd enjoy watching Buck take the wide, long dildo deep.
But, finally, he decided that it might be better to simply start with the man's ass. He knew the dildo was bigger than his own dick and he'd had his dick in both Buck's mouth and ass — frequently, in fact — during the past year. He'd also had his share of Buck's dick and knew that it always felt bigger than it looked, but what felt huge in his mouth never felt quite as big in his ass.
And that was his line of reasoning as he rubbed the lubricant up and down the long length of the dildo, in full view of Buck. Buck was shaking his head a bit, clearly wondering if JD was going to go through with the act, wondering if he could accommodate something that wide. Still, it wasn't the size of a fist, so if Buck thought JD could take that, then JD didn't see why Buck wouldn't be able to handle this.
He positioned himself in front of Buck's ass; the hole was exposed, made easily accessible by the hog-tying of Buck's limbs. JD rubbed one lubricant-wet finger over the hole, moving the slick liquid back and forth and then around and around until his fingertip slipped easily inside. He thrust his finger deep and then rotated it; Buck squirmed beneath him. Soon, he pushed a second finger inside and worked it around, and finally, a third.
JD then crouched low, bringing his mouth to within inches of Buck's ass. According to the package — and JD had already tested it out on himself to be certain it was true — the lubricant warmed when it was blown on, and that's exactly what JD did now. Buck squirmed even more.
Then JD removed his fingers and pushed the lubricated head of the dildo against Buck's ass; the man immediately tensed. JD used his free hand to caress Buck's balls as he rubbed the dildo over the hole. He knew he had to be patient; he knew that this would take time if he didn't want to hurt Buck, which he didn't. And they did have all night.
When Buck seemed to relax again, JD pushed the tip of the dildo against the ring of muscle; Buck tensed again, but JD talked him through it. "Come on, Buck ... relax. You can take it," he said, using Buck's own words again. "Just bear down a bit ... come on, work with me here."
Finally, the head popped inside, and JD and Buck each exhaled. JD wondered if he should hold the dildo still for a few moments, to allow Buck to adjust to the invasion, but he decided against it. He thought that waiting might cause Buck to tense up again with anticipation, so JD began to rotate the dildo as he slowly drilled it deeper.
Buck was almost panting now. JD knew enough to guess what his friend was feeling: relief that the dildo was past his anus, pain as that muscle continued to be stretched, a sense of fullness as the dildo went deeper, and — soon, JD hoped — pleasure. JD pulled the dildo back a bit and then pushed it forward. Buck seemed to like this; at least the grimace on his face had been released with a gasp to leave his features more relaxed.
JD moved the dildo deeper, responding instantly when Buck moaned, "Oh, yeah ... right there...." JD made small, short strokes, knowing he'd found Buck's hidden gold nugget, the prostate gland. After a few moments of this, JD began to fiddle with the dial in the base.
The vibrations were faint at first; JD could barely feel them against his fingers gripping the end of the dildo. He wasn't sure if Buck had noticed the change yet, or if the sensations from having his prostate rubbed were still too over-powering.
JD turned the dial. Slowly. And he didn't stop turning the dial until Buck let out a throaty "Whoa ... what the...?"
JD's answer was to angle the dildo so that it pressed more firmly against Buck's gland. Buck's entire body shuddered.
"You like that?" JD asked, really not sure if he did.
Buck's breathing had picked up, but he still managed to answer. "Hell, yeah!"
JD turned up dial, increasing the speed of the vibrations. He was no longer moving the dildo in and out; he was simply pressing it against Buck's prostate or backing off some. Buck was squirming now, jerking his hips, and there was a smile a mile wide plastered to his lips.
JD turned the dial again, finally hitting the maximum setting.
He had very little work to do, other than to hold the dildo in place, as Buck continued to wiggle his hips and ass. His fingers were beginning to tingle, so he switched hands. Buck squirmed, and then stilled. The angle of the dildo was now acute and JD knew it had to be pressing hard against Buck's prostate.
JD glanced up at Buck's face. The man's mouth, smiling just a few moments ago, was now open; he looked to be somewhere between incoherently drooling and silently screaming. JD could see the tension in Buck's shoulders and arms; his hands were clenched in tight fists and his entire upper body trembled, as if an electric current were coursing through him.
JD wondered if he should turn down the speed, or even remove the dildo. He wondered if he'd pushed Buck beyond reason, beyond the man's ability to speak enough to tell him to back off.
He decided to decrease speed — to at least give his friend a breather; Buck's body was just so tense with quivering flesh. JD turned the dial, halfway to off, but all this did was cause Buck to moan, "No! More!"
JD turned up the dial again, slowly but steadily, until he reached the maximum setting. Buck nodded, and then wiggled his ass a bit, until the base of the dildo was nearly touching his tailbone. "Oh, yeah," he said in a near slur.
Buck began thrusting his hips and JD thought he knew what the man was doing. The tip of the dildo had to be moving against his prostate, bumping — grinding — against it with each thrust. Buck's upper body was still trembling; his fists were still clenched; his eyes were shut tight; and his mouth was stretched wide open, though no sound escaped.
JD realized how hard he was, just from watching Buck in the throws of utter and complete ecstasy. He'd never in his life seen such a display. He'd never caused Buck to behave this way before, and he'd certainly never seen any guy in any porn flick become so lost in the act.
JD had the sudden urge to pull the dildo from Buck, to replace it with his own dick. He wanted to make Buck shudder this way; he wanted his own thrusts to make Buck feel like this. But he knew he could never measure up to the sheer power of the two AA batteries inside the vibrator. A twinge of resentment clenched his gut, followed by jealousy at wanting to feel what Buck was feeling.
But a sudden, long and loud cry from Buck shook JD from his thoughts. He watched as Buck's entire body convulsed: his hips jerked forward an instant before his back arched; his head was first thrown forward, then back, and then forward again. Creamy white jizz shot from Buck's dick, coating his stomach as well as his still-trussed legs and arms.
Buck stilled for a moment, but then flinched, as if in pain. JD suddenly remembered the dildo, still set on maximum vibrate. God, he'd just come, he had to be overly sensitive now — the vibrations must be torture, JD thought as he pulled the object out of Buck and then turned it off.
A moment later, Buck was lying completely still except for the desperate rise and fall of his chest and his trembling mouth that gaped like a fish suddenly thrown onto dry land.
He looked exhausted. And when he spoke, it surprised JD that the man had even manage to do so. "Fuck me," Buck said in a low, raw voice just above a whisper.
JD placed the dildo against Buck's hole again, but the man flinched. "No!" he gasped. "You."
"I— I can't. There's no condom." He hadn't thought to grab any. The nearest box was way back in the bedroom....
"Don't. Care. Just. Fuck. Me!" He sounded so desperate; JD wasn't sure what to do. He was about to protest when Buck seemed to muster every last bit of energy to nearly shout: "HURRY UP!"
JD shook his head, but still did as he was told. He pushed his boxers off his hips as he looked about for where he'd left the lubricant, but then almost immediately realized that there was no point after what Buck had just been through.
He grabbed Buck's arms and legs and rolled him onto his back. Then, with Buck's asshole gaping at him, JD pushed his penis forward, sliding in easily until his balls met Buck's cheeks. Because of the large dildo that had stretched Buck wide, JD was surprised at how snug the warm channel fit around his dick, as if it were hugging him, welcoming him, as if it preferred his more average size.
With these thoughts still forming in his mind, JD began thrusting. He had no idea why Buck wanted this, or what it might feel like after the intensity of the vibrator: would it feel like nothing in comparison or would it feel more like salt in an open wound?
But as JD thrust again and again, Buck sighed with obvious relief. To JD's utter amazement, his thrusts appeared to be like a soothing massage, like a rubdown after a vigorous workout. He smiled and then spared one hand to reach up and undo the restraining tie around Buck's hands and ankles.
Buck's arms immediately flopped down onto his belly as his legs collapsed onto JD's broad shoulders; JD took the brunt of the impact with only a small falter in his cadence. He saw that Buck was staring at him, smiling at him, as he continued to thrust into Buck's warm depths, and JD felt awash with contentment for the first time in a while.
A bit over excited simply from having watched Buck, it wasn't long before JD climaxed. He thought for a moment about pulling out, about adding his own juice to the slick, white rivulets that still clung to Buck's skin. But when Buck reached up to his thigh and covered JD's hand with his own, JD shot his load deep into Buck. He closed his eyes tight as the intense sensation washed over him, as he grabbed harder onto Buck's thighs, as he thrust fast and deep until his own limbs began to tremble, spent.
As JD pulled out, Buck removed his legs from JD's shoulders. He clumsily crawled over Buck's thigh and then flopped down next to him on the carpeting. They were both slick with sweat from their excursions, and JD wondered if Buck was getting cold yet, just lying there naked. He thought that he'd be getting cold soon and wondered if he had the energy to reach up to the couch and grab the afghan they kept there. But then Buck snaked an arm around JD and pulled him close. He could feel the man's body heat and thought that would be enough, for now.
JD dozed a while, not even realizing that he'd drifted off until Buck woke him by squeezing his balls. Then Buck's mouth was covering his own, lips in smooth contrast to the bristles of his mustache. Then Buck pulled away.
"Hey, honey-butt," he said, grinning, and the muscles of JD's stomach clenched with unease. "I am gonna get you back for this little stunt of yours. You know that, right?"
And JD knew he would. And he knew that Buck would strive to best him, to do more than he'd just done. But ... what that might be, JD couldn't even begin to imagine.
Still, in a low, quiet voice, which he hoped sounded intimidating and brave, rather than scared and nervous, JD replied, "Bring it on."
The End
January 2004Please do NOT repost this story anywhere outside of the Blackraptor Fiction Website.This story is for Rhonda, who not only thanked me for the last one and begged me for another, but who was also kind enough to beta read this one.Characters from "The Magnificent Seven" were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. The M7-ATF universe was created by Mog, and extra thanks go to her for allowing other people to play within it. The story itself and any non-Magnificent Seven characters belong to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.