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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."

”Wasn't– Wasn't the plan,” Tommy muttered.

Buck figured it would be good to keep him talking. If he was talking, he wasn't vomiting. ”You had a plan?”

”Mm. Was gonna talk to you. Ask you how you were doing.”

”And the liquid courage didn't come?”

”It did not.”

”I'm surprised you came.”

”Thought it would be easier with other people around.”

”Was it?”

He could hear Tommy shake his head against the bedding. ”Haven't heard a fucking thing anyone's said to me.” He managed to dig up some courage from somewhere and asked, ”How are you?” a few minutes later.

Buck exhaled deeply. ”Not great.” He looked at Tommy's knees. His jeans were wearing through. ”How much have you heard?”

”Something about a car accident. And a hostage situation. Something about you clearing out an ambulance?”

He frowned at Tommy over his shoulder. ”Really? That's what they're saying?”

”You know how it is.”

”Yeah,” he huffed. ”The worst game of telephone.”

”Is any of that close to the truth?”

Buck gave up and lied down, too. They lay there, shoulder to shoulder, staring at Hen's bedroom ceiling.

”I didn't clear out an ambulance, but I thought about it.”

”What'd you need it for?”

”I've been flagged for doctor shopping. Didn't know what else to do.” Tommy flailed for a second. It startled the shit out of Buck. He watched him stumble off the bed and out of the room. ”Tommy?”

Tommy didn't reply. Buck didn't know what to make of it. He didn't really feel like moving, so he didn't.

A couple of minutes later, Tommy came back. He looked a little green around the gills and was holding onto the door jamb like a life raft.

”Sorry, had to puke.” He wiped a hand across his brow. ”Did you get hurt?”

”Uh, yeah. They gave me oxy at the hospital and I guess I can't handle that.”

”They gave you a prescription?”

”Yeah.”

”That seems stupid.”

Buck smiled. ”It was.”

”And now?”

That was a very good question. He thought about tranferring. Again. He was sober, in every way. He wasn't sure if he needed to be, but it seemed like the smart thing to do. He was still trying to figure out how to handle his grief.

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 just clears his throat and says, "it happens to the best of us, kid. now go to sleep."

What Tommy wakes up to is much much worse...

Buck's hard against him, humping Tommy's thigh and either he's really good at pretending, or he's still asleep. Tommy grabs Buck's hips, trying to stop his unconscious movements, but it feels like a violation--it also doesn't do much besides slow Buck down. And there is enough space for Tommy to move, to shift his own hips back.

He hisses Buck's name, tries to wake him up but the kid is dead to the world. And Tommy just resigns himself to just lying still and being used as something warm and solid for Buck to get off on.

But then Buck's movements turn erratic and he whines and--fuck--Tommy did not ever need to know what he sounded like when he's close to coming. And neither does anyone else in the bunkroom for that matter. As embarrassing as it is for Buck, Tommy feels embarrassed for himself ten-fold if anyone were to wake up and see or hear what was going on.

When a breathy moan slips past Buck's plush lips, Tommy puts his hand over Buck's mouth, or he means to only put his hand over Buck's mouth but he can't help that his hands are so big and he covers Buck's mouth and nose and Buck's eyes suddenly open wide and he blinks at Tommy as he gasps against his palm and comes in his shorts, pressed tight against Tommy's thigh.

Tommy apologizes and Buck apologizes and they both laugh quietly and almost immediately after Buck slumps against Tommy's chest and falls back asleep.