phd in buckley siblings studies

1) Buck sent his first dick pic in college via Snapchat. It was unsolicited, as was the style at the time. We do not talk about the dark ages.

2) Buck meets Rachel in Peru. They hook up a few times while she's there on spring break. She regretfully has to go back to the states, but hey, Buck has Snapchat, right? They exchange nudes fairly frequently. Rachel loves watching Buck come all over his chest and stomach, loves watching him play with his precome, and asked him once to send a picture holding a coke can next to his cock because "my friends didn't believe me when I described it." Buck comes so hard at the thought of a bunch of girls looking at how big his cock is that he sees white. But then Rachel gets a boyfriend, and the sexting stops.

3) When Abby leaves for Europe, they go back to having phone sex. Buck's happy with it! It's kinda sweet, really, going back to the beginnings of their relationship. Okay, yeah, it's kinda disheartening when Abby sounds a little distracted and cuts the call off before Buck can get off, and, yeah, she didn't respond to the last dick pic he sent, but they're doing fine, right?

4) After Abby breaks up with him, Buck feels lonelier than ever. Is he the problem? Maybe he's the problem. Maybe his dick is the problem? It's always after he has sex with someone that things go wrong. Flirting is great, and when he and Abby hadn't met in person, they were doing great. If only there was a place to find out if his dick is normal.

Oh, of course, there's a subreddit for that. Score!

Buck sets up the bedside lamp for some soft lighting, trying not to think about how he'll have to furnish his own apartment soon. He's already a little hard, and it's gotta be Pavlovian, just at the thought of taking a nude, right? He pulls his shirt up to show his stomach but hide his tattoos, strokes himself, thinking of how a bunch of strangers will be looking at his dick soon, how this isn't a private text or Snapchat, this is public, and on the internet, and that kinda stuff is forever. Weeks, months, years from now, someone can be looking at Buck's cock — and he has to stop before he comes all over himself.

He takes a few pictures from a few angles and posts what he thinks is the best one. Shame he's straight, and he doesn't really know what people want in a dick pic, right? He must pick right, though, because people are losing it over his dick. Asking to ride him, or suck him off, or have him rail them into the mattress. Buck gets more comments and DMs than he knows what to do with.

He does absolutely jerk off to the comment that does in depth about how they'd like to leave Buck's cock alone and fuck him, watching it bounce against his stomach while leaving streaks of precome, watching it twitch and jerk while he comes untouched, watching it get hard again because the commenter's not done with Buck yet. It's just that the commenter sounds so confident, is all. Buck's always loved when someone's a little domineering in bed.

Buck's post is one of the top 5 when he sorts by top → all time a few weeks later. The comment that got him off is the highest-rated one, which makes it a lot easier to find when he wants to jerk off to it again. And again. And again.

5) Speaking of being domineering in bed, Taylor fucking Kelly. She's not insane; she has never sent a nude in her life. That could kill her career. She will absolutely tell Buck to drop everything and send her a dick pic, though. It's part control, part Buck's dick is genuinely nice to look at. Throughout their relationship, he sends a lot of dick pics. Sleepy, blurry pictures of his morning wood, more than is safe from the bathroom at the firehouse, and at least one from the changing room at a clothing store. Buck has no idea what she did with all of them when they broke up. Hopefully, she deleted them.

+1 Buck mashes the call button, fumbling to turn on speakerphone and pull down his sweats at the same time. He eagerly flips back to the photo Tommy sent while his phone rings. Sweaty, bare stomach, tiny Muay Thai shorts, wrapped fingers pushing the waistband down, Buck has to swallow down his drool. Tommy's trimmed pubes frame his cock: hard, thick, with a dark-pink head that Buck wants in his mouth more than anything.

Would it be insane to drive to Tommy's place in his current state? Probably. And anyway, Tommy's voice comes from the phone in Buck's hand, a bemused, "Hello, Evan. Anything you need?"

"Please tell me you haven't showered yet," Buck begs, moaning when his hand finally wraps around his cock.

Tommy tsks. "Evan. Why shower when I'm about to get messy all over again?"

"Yeah? You touching yourself? Please tell me." Buck's breath shudders as he plays with the head of his dick, taking one last look at the photo before dropping his phone on his chest and fondling his balls.

Tommy hums an affirmative. "Was thinking about the time you came by for a lesson. How long did it take before you were getting fucked into the mats?"

"Tommy," Buck whines. He can hear Tommy's hand running over his cock, the way Tommy's breath hitches. "Not — Not long. You look so good in the shorts, your thighs —" Buck groans, fucking up into his fist.

"Yeah, not long until you were begging for my cock, huh?"

The slick slide of Buck's hand over his cock, already dripping precome, is loud in the quiet of his loft. "Uh-huh. I need it, it — Need your cock, all the time. Need it now, why aren't you here?"

Tommy tsks. "Greedy boy."

Moaning, Buck nods before he remembers Tommy can't see him. "I can't get enough of you."

There's a hum, then the ding of another text from Buck's phone. He fumbles for it, groaning when he sees the new photo from Tommy, his waistband tucked beneath his balls and his fingers wrapped around his cock, slightly blurry from motion. "Holy fuck."

"Such a dirty mouth on you," Tommy teases, "Are those the lips I want wrapped around my cock?"

"Y-yeah, fuck yes, please, want to suck you off, want your dick against my tongue, want you to come down my throat." Buck can practically feel the weight of Tommy's cock in his mouth, can taste the salty post-workout sweat.

Humming, Tommy asks, "What about what I want? What if I want to come all over that pretty face? Get you all messy, mark you as mine before I clean you up with my tongue?"

Buck moans brokenly, the sense memory of Tommy's come sliding down his face, and Tommy's tongue sliding up to catch it, overwhelming. Buck's cock in his hand twitches, and he gets through a few final strokes before come is spilling over his fist.

Tommy's breathless when he says, "So fucking hot, I'm gonna —" before he moans.

Picking his phone up and snapping a quick picture of the come that landed on his shirt, Buck complains, "Unlike some people, I did just shower, and now I need to again," before sending Tommy the photo.

Tommy laughs a breathless laugh and offers, "Want to come over? We can shower together. Save water that way."

Tommy pulled out his phone, going straight to his text thread with Evan. Staring at his phone for a minute, he tried to bring himself to think of just one thing to send. Just one opening, one message to let Evan know, that was it.

He groaned. Nothing, he had nothing.

More like, nothing seemed right. “Hi” or “Hello” felt too informal for what he wanted to tell him, “We need to talk” was too fucking ominous and would worry Evan more, “Something happened. Please call me” was better but not quite right, “Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a while, but are—” nope, backtracking that one. Fuck, why was it always so hard to try and just talk to him?

“Hey Evan, you okay? Not sure if you shift’s ended but give me a call when you’re free. Need to tell you something, work related.” Okay, that wasn’t bad, he could send that.

Minutes went by and he still wasn’t letting himself send the stupid message. At this point Tommy thought it was better to just drive to the 118 and tell Evan right there.

Okay, that wasn’t such a bad idea. A little crazy but, not bad. He sighed, realizing it was time for him to finally leave the chopper.