Buford

I remove my sweater and I’m left wearing just my dress shirt and trousers, and every muscle of my body is straining against the taught fabric. My body is that of a man that knows hard sessions of working out, because my arms, legs and chest show the results of my efforts at maintaining what God has blessed me with. I didn’t notice when Paul entered the room because that boy is quiet as a church mouse. Paul’s l looking at my short brown hair and luscious brown eyes and I can see that he he wants to melt into my eyes because I am so lost in his beautiful eyes. 

I’ve had this quiet attraction to Paul ever since we met. I’m usually been attracted to the handsome guy that’s just a tad naughty and all that that has gotten me was cheating ex-boyfriends. Now Paul is nothing like those guys. His looks are majestically beautiful, almost as if he should have been a girl instead of a boy.  My goodness why is he just standing there looking at me as if he knows what I look like naked. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing him swimming with the rest of us today, I’m thinking.

"Get over here," I say sternly to him.

"Why?" He nervously asks.

"Get your ass over here, now," I say once again with authority and standing tall with my hands on my hips. 

"I...I am here ..sir." Paul whispers and lowers his eyes in submission to me.

"Come closer...right here," I demand and point to the spot in front of me.

Paul moves to stand closer to me. I step forward, place my hands on Paul’s shoulders and pull him to me. I feel the slender delicateness of Paul’s body, but I also feel the vitality of his heat mixed with his slight femininity. I can feel it through my own clothes, through his clothes and my cock is pulsing against Paul's. I have always been drawn to the masculine, man’s man type of guy and this sudden, overwhelming attraction to Paul and his femininity catches me off guard, but in a very good way.

Paul’s eyes lock with those of mine, he stands wide eyed, speechless, his chest pressing tightly to me and my pounding heart is matching the very same rhythm of his.

Buford smiles at me, it’s a manly, rugged smile and as if time moves in slow motion, Buford lowers his lips to mine.

Oddly though, I expect the kiss to be heated, commanding, but it’s light, as if my lips have been caressed with a feather's touch. I sigh and the kiss deepens when Buford’s tongue brushes demandingly across my lips, demanding that they open. I part my lips, my teeth and instantly, Buford's tongue penetrates my mouth and takes dominion it. It is then that our hunger and need rise and his tongue presses deeper into my mouth, filling me with a fiery passion. I’m consumed with a sensual fire as his mouth continues to move over mine and his lips are searing mine. 

Suddenly Buford’s tongue has become an instrument which ignites raging fires everywhere it touches. He moves from my mouth over to my ear and caressingly down the length of my neck, stopping at the collar of my shirt.

“You’re setting me on fire, Buford,” I cautiously tell him, not yet knowing where I stand with him.

“That’s my intention, my precious one,” he endearingly whispers and I have never felt so wanted and loved before.

I’m use to Dennis using me whenever he’s horny, but this, this is much different. Buford seems to desire me and not just use me.

Buford steps back and his fingers move to the buttons of my shirt. One by one they move casually, seductively down the length of my shirt until my hairless front is totally exposed. His strong masculine hands splay across my chest and up as he eases the shirt over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Never once did I move my eyes from his as undoes my jeans and shoves them down my slender legs to let them puddle around my ankles. Gingerly I step from them and kick them aside.

"You're so damn beautiful," Buford whispers as his hands rest gently on my shoulders and his eyes taking in the beauty of the man-boy that stands before him.

“I’m not the type of man that you’re probably use to having, Buford and I’m sorry. My dad always told me that I was more of a girl then a boy,” I confess with tears welling up in my eyes.

My figure is slender and although I’m on my school’s swim team I’m hard bodied but not muscular. My hair gives away my genetic background, needle straight and black. My eyes are slightly slanted and a dark brown that borders on black, with wide cheekbones and a small nose. Dennis tells me that my lips are absolutely beautiful and plump, whatever that means. It’s my ass that I must have gotten from my father’s side, its round and firm, or as Dennis tells me it’s fuckable.

His fingers lightly brush my nubs and I blush as my nipples grow taut and tall. I’m standing there naked and his eyes taking in every square inch of my body.

“You’re more then beautiful than handsome, Paul, you’re like a delicate porcelain doll come to life just for me. Your skin is like white alabaster porcelain, flawless and perfect my precious boy.

I don’t care if he’s just saying those words to get what he wants because I would sell my soul to have this man, his love for just one night. He lowers his lips down to my sensitive nub, caresses it with his tongue. and then nibbles it before sucking it into his mouth, causing me to moan in delight.

"You don't have to do this Buford," I hear myself saying, but inside my mind I’m saying 'yes you do'.

"Yes I do beautiful," he whispers back and his voice husky with lust. "Y’all are so beautiful and deserve to be worshiped and adored," he adds before he takes control of the other nipple.

I begin crying no matter how hard that I try not to. He lifts his head and looks at me as if he’s hurt me.

“Have I caused y’all pain or insulted y’all my darling?”

“On the contrary, you’ve done everything right. It’s me that’s wrong, Buford, not you,” I say and quickly turn my head away.

“Please tell me.”

“I’m so used to being used and never desired m” I confess and I wonder if I should have told him that. “I was always small and, as you said delicate. That embarrassed the man that I thought was my father, especially whenever he had his friends over. I remember this one friend of his, Norman something, but he kept watching me and he creeped me out. To make a long story short, he offered my father fifty dollars if he could have his sexual way with me. At first it kind of freaked my father out but when he upped it to seventy five dollars my old man nods and takes the money. “I never took you for a homo,” he told his friend. “I’m not but that kid of yours looks so much like a girl that he’s getting me horny.” Well dad leads him to my room where I had ran off to and tells me to obey his friend or he would beat me. Buford, he raped me so badly that if it hadn’t been for Beau, he would have sent me to the hospital with his brutality. Beau, he came running in with his baseball bat and started hitting Norman until my old man came in and stopped him. He saw how much that I was bleeding and told his friend that he had to go.”

“What happened to Beau?”

“He got a beating for interfering with stuff that wasn’t of his concern.”

“Paul, are you thinking that I’m no different then that man that used you,” he asks me and I am surprised by the tears in his eyes.

“Not so much in that you would be cruel and hurt me like he did, but look at you Buford, you’re masculine and I’m feminine. What would someone that’s so muscular and manly want with me? I’d be an embarrassment for you to be seen with in public. I know because I’ve been told that my entire life. Beau has never been embarrassed to be seen with me, Dennis, well it depends who’s around. 

I grow quiet because I can see that revealing myself to Buford has bothered him.

“I’m sorry Buford to upset you. Why don’t you fuck me and I’ll leave,” I tell him , but to myself I say that I’m doomed to a future of one night stands.

“I have listened to y’all Paul and now y’all are going to listen to me. Yes I find y’all to be feminine but I’m attracted to your femininity. I’ve had a few partners and they have all been masculine and quite Neanderthal in their thinking. I’m basically a bottom and not because I wanted to be but I had it forced on me by my partners that told me that they were dedicated tops and if I wanted to keep them I had best bottom or leave. So I lowered my standards and my self esteem to become a bottom. I’m very attracted to y’all, both physically and emotionally. I’m not stupid enough to say that I’m in love with y’all. But I will tell y’all that I have very strong feelings for y’all and that I would like to see where our friendship could go. I haven’t known y’all all that long but from being with y’all the past couple of weeks I’ve come to trust y’all. I can truthfully say that that is not something I do easily. In fact, y’all are the first guy that I have given my trust to, other than family.”

“I’ve had strong feelings for you Buford since that first day that I met you and our eyes met. I don’t know about you but something was said between our souls when our eyes connected.”

“I felt it also but I was afraid to let my heart fall because you were so masculine, Buford.”

“I was afraid to even entertain the thought of letting myself fall for y’all when y’all are so young and I’m much older then y’all are. Y’all are the only one that calls me by my given name, Paul. I grew up hating my name and told people that my name was Bo. But my name when it comes from your mouth is like a hymn to my ears. I cannot tell you where this attraction will take us, because you are about to meet your family. But if you are willing, so am I and I’d like to see where it will take us.”

“I’m willing,” I tell him and step into his arms.

Buford’s tongue a now moving again, moving further downward and leaving a trail of burning flesh behind it. Something inside of me erupts deliciously. Fire is coursing through me, filling and consuming me. I had felt ashamed, no it was more, and he felt like a slut, but after our conversation I feel cherished.

Here I am about to give my body to a man that I’d met but a few weeks ago and never in my life have I ever gone to bed with a man that I just met. I had always insisted that we get to know one another first, not even with Dennis did I sleep with before knowing him better and even with him I was foolish.

“I’m not only giving Buford my body, but I’m giving him my heart and soul,” I think to myself and then inhale sharply, when I feel the heat of Buford’s mouth as it engulfs my cock.

I look down at the handsome man that is kneeling before me and I watch as my cock moves smoothly in and out of his mouth. I move my fingers over the softness of Buford’s hair and moan, feeling my edge moving closer as this handsome man works his magic on my throbbing cock.

"I'm close Buford ... so fucking close," I warn.

Buford drops my cock, stands and lifts me up and into his muscular arms, walking over to the bed where he gently lays me down upon it. I lay there watching as Buford hurriedly disrobes. He stands there momentarily, naked and I gasp at the length and girth of Buford’s manhood. I had always thought that Dennis’ cock was the biggest I’d seen, but Buford’s beat it by several inches.

"I'll be gentle sweetheart," he whispers as he moves atop me, having seen the fear in my eyes.

I could only nod, but more so, I wanted it in me because I wanted to please him.

I’m relishing the fire that is threatening to consume me , as Buford resumes his caressing down my body with his tongue. My very insides shake, tremble and something deep within me burns uncontrollably with need, a need for this man's cock to be buried deep inside me.

Suddenly I feel my legs moving up and onto his shoulders and then Buford’s tongue caresses and delves into my velvet sheath. My head is tossing to and fro as Buford makes love to my ass with his tongue. In my mind, I know that I am not this man's first, but heaven help me I hope to be his last.

I come back from my thoughts to find Buford’s mouth taking mine prisoner as he kisses me heatedly. 

"I promise not to give more than you can take," Buford whispers as I feel his engorged manhood moving into my heat.

I arch my back, my head tosses backward as Buford holds himself up on his hands and his cock moves inch by painful inch into my stretching sheath. My fingers dig into his shoulders and I cry out when he I feel Buford’s balls resting against his own.

"That's it baby...I haven't anymore to give you," he says as if in shock and unable to believe that I have taken every inch of him

“No one has ever been able to take all of my cock, ever,” he tells me.. 

I’m breathing hard and my heart is pounding alarmingly fast as I will my ass muscles to relax.

"Are you alright, my beautiful boy," he sincerely asks and I nod as my eyes cloud over with tears and I will away the pain and let it be replaced with ecstasy.

I did it; I’ve taken all of Buford’s cock and I smile up at him and nod.

"I'm fine my honey, now make love to me," I whisper and pull his lips to mine for a passionate kiss.

Buford slowly withdraws and then thrusts slow and easy into me, letting me get use to his size. I wrap my legs around Buford’s waist and begin moving to meet his thrusts, needing all of his cock inside of me. 

We were here because we wanted to be and if all that we could or would have were a few weeks of unbridled sex with no promises of love, then so be it. I wanted, no I needed to be desired. I’d be going to Mobile, Alabama soon to meet my family and he was committed to Beau as his lawyer, so where did that leave us? I’m thinking.

Buford is moving faster and harder into me and his thrusts are hungry and every inch a man. Buford has caused a fire in me and it is something that Dennis and the few other guys in my life have never done before. I feel that I will soon erupt in a burning mass of flesh as Buford’s cock thrusts unmercifully into my tortured sheath.

It feels like just moments that we’ve been fucking, but in reality, it had been over thirty minutes that Buford has been ravaging my insides. I can feel each stab, each violent caress of my inner nub and I’m about to explode with such violence that I scream.

"Aaaaagggghhhhh fuck me honey I’m coming," I scream out as I dig my nails into Buford’s shoulders and pull him to me so that I can kiss him. I erupt with volcanic force, coating the skin between us. 

I’ve never experienced such a climax, such volume of sperm as I was now experiencing with Buford. Then I knew why, Buford is one hundred percent male and there isn’t a single feminine thread of flesh or sinew in him. But that’s not the only reason that this moment is so special, so unique. Buford sees me as me and he accepts me just as I am. There’s no preamble, no wam bam and then scram with him. He took his time to make sure that not only was I safe with his size but that he satisfied me first and then himself.

"Fuuuuuuuuck I’m coming baby love," Buford howls with dominance and power he thrusts one more time, stays and blasts violently into my love canal, before he begins to thrust hard, fast and deep again.

I feel each blast, each violent explosion as he spews his seed deep into my bowels. My hips thrust up as fast as his to meet each thrust that he gives me. We’re both moaning in ecstasy until exhaustion claims us. Buford falls hard and heavy onto me, knocking the very breath from me and he’s claiming it as his, with his mouth. My arms hold a strangling grip around Buford’s sinewed neck while his hands cup my ass and pull me ever closer with his cock still embedded deeply in me.

"R," Buford huskily says as he pulls his spent cock from me.

Somehow his statement brings back memories of words spoken to me by Dennis Dennis when he had simply used me for his own gratification and left me laying there feeling used and cheap. That’s what I was feeling right now, cheap and used, as if I had been a whore, paid to satisfy this man.

"Let me up... I need a shower," I say coldly, struggling to free myself from Buford and get as far away as I can.

I’m on my feet and picking up my clothes as I move towards the door, when Buford realizes that something is wrong. I pull the door open and pause but a breath of time when Buford calls out to me.

"Stay baby ... please, we have only just begun to explore our possibilities," he says to me. I on the other hand without turning to face Buford, shake my head and leave, closing the door behind me.

“Did you hear that babe,” I ask Mark who’s exhausted and half asleep from our awesome sex.

“Mmmm,” he mumbles, so I get up and go to the door.

These old farm houses are notorious for their thin walls and I had heard Paul and Bo when they climaxed. Now I’m concerned about Paul because someone left rather quickly after just climaxing. I see Paul leaning against the wall outside his door and he’s crying. If there’s anything that can get to me it’s when someone that I love is crying.

“Come on sweetie,” I softly say to him and lead him back to my room. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong, honey?” Paul shakes his head and continues to cry. “Please sweetie, it’ll make you feel better,” I tell him.

“Buford and I made love and he made me feel so desired and loved throughout the entire time.”

“So that is what has you so upset?” Again he shakes his head.

“It’s what he said after, during that special warmth you both get after you climax. He said to me, “Damn sweetheart that was one hot fuck.” Dennis says those words to me when he has been in one of his ’needy’ moods and fucks me. He just doesn’t call me sweetheart, it’s usually bro or dude. I feel totally used like some Saturday night whore down on Main Street.”

“Oh sugar come here,” I tell him and pull him close to me and just gently rock him, kissing his face and hair.

“Can I come in Beau,” Buford asks as he quietly opens the door and I nod.

He rushes over to where I’m holding Paul and kneels beside us.

“I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I couldn’t help myself. Paul, I’m sorry for saying what I said as I said it. I was afraid that if I said it the way that I was feeling I would be putting pressure on y’all for more then y’all were willing to give me. What we just shared went far beyond fucking, we made love to the point that our souls united as one. I know that I have no right to ask you this, but I’m in love with you and do y’all think that I stand a chance with you?”

“Really Buford, you’re falling in love with me?” Buford nods. “I’ve been falling in love with you for a while but I was ashamed to tell you because I’m nothing.”

“Oh baby y’all are far from nothing you’re my everything and more. I don’t know what tomorrow holds for us but I want to walk through it beside y’all ,” Buford says and Paul leaps into his arms pressing his mouth to his.

“Thank you for helping me Beau,” Paul says as Buford carries him back to their room.

“That ended well huh,” Mark says from the bed.

“I’m sorry that we woke you.”

“How could I sleep what with Paul crying and then Bo pouring out his feelings like some bleeding heart and getting me wanting my own man that’s everything to me.”

“You know babe if I didn’t know better, I would say that you are going soft,” I tell him and he lifts the covers to take a good look at his cock.

“Nope, it’s as hard as it always is,” he says earnestly and I have to smile at his innocence.

I crawl into bed beside my beautiful man, thankful and yet exhausted. My family is sorted out and I know that life here is going to be so much better now that everyone has decided to remove their masks.

To be continued...