Everybody Loves Buck: Simon Edition

Simon looked over at his husband, Rudy, and waved his hand in front of his face. No response.

“He definitely asleep," he thought.

The two were sitting in rocking chairs on the front porch of their home, as was their usually Sunday afternoon ritual. It was meant to be a time for them to both unplug, relax, and enjoy each other’s company before the hectic workweek started the next morning, but apparently Rudy had gotten a little too relaxed and dozed off.

This problem hadn’t occurred in the six months since they had gotten married, and Simon was unsure what he should do.

“Should I just sit here by myself, or would he want me to wake him up so he doesn’t miss out on our time together? Or can I just go inside, grab my phone, and scroll through TikTok until he comes to?”

After pondering his options, Simon thought he should wait at least few minutes to see if Rudy would wake up on his own. He looked out onto the lawn, and the street, and the houses of their neighbors, and secretly hoped something would happen to keep his mind occupied.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long. About one minute after realizing his husband was asleep, Simon watched as a black truck rounded the corner and drove down the street. It passed their house and backed into the driveway of their next-door neighbor, Angie. 

Simon didn’t know what kind of truck it was – he knew very little about cars in general – but it was bigger than average. He could see the license plate from his viewpoint on the porch and, thanks to the 20/15 vision his eyeglasses provided, was fairly certain it read BIGBUCK.

After stopping about 15 feet in front of Angie’s garage, the driver got out of the truck and Simon’s jaw fell open – this guy, apparently named Buck, definitely lived up the BIG part. He was very tall and incredibly thick across his entire physique – jacked arms, sturdy legs, bulging chest. Even his ass was very generously proportioned.

“Big everything,” thought Simon.

Buck was wearing a too-small red Henley shirt that was clearly left unbuttoned because there was no way those poor little buttons could reach their holes anymore thanks to the beefy pectorals keeping them apart. He also had on an obscenely tight pair of blue jeans and work boots, and when you added in his brown hair and scruffy beard, the total package resembled some sort of fantasy lumberjack from a porn video. Or if Hollywood ever decided to make a sexy Paul Bunyan movie, this guy is the one who should play the role.

Simon, as well as his good friend Little Simon down below, very much enjoyed what they saw.

The big man lowered the gate on the back of the truck and started walking toward the house when the front flew open and Angie jumped out.  “Bucky, you’re here! Thank you for coming!” she squealed as she threw her arms up.

Simon was worried that her noise might awaken Rudy, but he didn’t stir at all.

Angie wiggled down the steps to greet Buck, and for a few moments they disappeared out of view behind her porch. Simon could hear them talking, but couldn’t make out what they were actually saying, and he wondered who the mystery man could be.

“Not a current boyfriend,” he thought. “Angie would have mentioned him before, that’s for sure. A former boyfriend, maybe? He’s close to the same age range, and they look sort of similar, so maybe he’s her brother? Or gay best friend?”

As Simon speculated on their relationship, the pair reemerged as they ascended the steps and went into her home. They didn’t stop for a lingering kiss, weren’t holding hands, or provide Simon any additional clues about how they knew one another.

He then began to wonder, “Why do I care so much about this Buck? It’s not like I’m going to run away with him."

Simon looked over at his sleeping husband and smiled because he was indeed happily married to Rudy and had a good life. They had well-paying jobs, supportive families, and plenty of friends. They lived in a nice home in a secure neighborhood. Both men were healthy, and the sex they shared was very good and very frequent.

But Simon always felt that something was missing, and the best way he could describe it was that his life wasn’t complete yet. He yearned for something more but could never figure out what it was.

A little while later, he could hear the garage door over at Angie’s house opening, and Buck stepped back into the driveway. He was carrying two very old-looking car tires that he effortlessly tossed them into the back of his truck like they were dish rags.

“OK,” thought Simon. “Maybe he’s doing a dump run for her.”

Buck returned to the garage and came back with a broken coffee table, which he just as easily hoisted into the truck. That was followed by several full garbage bags, a shelving unit, and an old rowing machine.  Nothing seemed to tire him out – the bigger the load, the more he was smiling, as if he was enjoying the workout his muscles were getting.

Simon turned to see his reflection in the living room window. Unlike Buck, he was not an impressive physical specimen – only 5’8” and 130 very lean pounds. He used to be somewhat chubby as a kid, but when he realized he was gay as a teen, he worked hard to lose the weight so he would fit the stereotype of what other gay men found attractive. By the time he was in college he had dieted down to his current weight and snagged Rudy as a boyfriend, so he figured he was doing something right.

But now, at 25 years of age, the cost of staying thin was constant denial in the kitchen and at restaurants. “No sugar, no fat, no carbs, no fun,” Simon would frequently say to himself. He never ate pasta or sandwiches or ice cream, for fear that he might start gaining weight.

The other cost was the endless hours of jogging he had to endure on the treadmill to burn off the calories he did eat. Simon hated the treadmill, which he found to be incredibly boring even when he did have a TV show to watch on his iPad or a book to listen to on Audible.

He turned away from the window and the negative thoughts on his reflection to see what would happen next in Angie’s driveway, and he noted that the truck bed was almost full and Buck was nowhere to be seen.

“Maybe he’s done,” thought Simon. “Or took a break.”

But neither were true, as a few seconds later Buck came out with the final item – an old brown recliner similar to the one Simon and Rudy had in their house

“Fuck me!” whispered Simon as he watched the muscleman carry the chair. He and his husband had to recruit three of their friends to help get their recliner up the steps and onto the porch, and this guy was able to carry one all by himself.

Buck didn’t even seem to be straining – his arm muscles were not faltering or quivering, but rather steadfastly holding on to the cargo as he walked down the driveway and plopped it into the empty space in the back of the truck.

Simon couldn’t even fathom how strong this man must be. He started thinking about all the hours the man must put in at the gym – and not on the treadmill, but in the free weight area. All the heavy barbells and dumbbells he must press up and down. All the intense effort to grow bigger and stronger. All the protein shakes he must drink each morning, followed by 2,000-calorie breakfasts with waffles and syrup and biscuits and gravy.

“I bet he checks himself out in the mirror a lot, too,” thought Simon. “He probably bounces his pecs and flexes his arms like those guys in the YouTube videos. I bet he measures his muscles to make sure they are growing. I bet he likes to show off his size and dominate others. He probably likes to brag how big he is, and how he can have whatever and whoever he wants.”

An overwhelming amount of images began to flood Simon’s head, but they were no longer of Buck. They were of him. He was now following Buck’s workout plan. He was lifting the big weights. He was flexing all the time. He was having Rudy measure his growing muscles – no longer with his wimpy 11-inch biceps, but 15 inches, and then 17, and then 18. He was no longer denying himself the foods he loved, but eating everything he desired. He was getting stronger and more powerful. And bigger, too! 150 pounds, 175, 200, 225, 250! He could toss Rudy around in their bed like a rag doll and ravage him without even getting winded.

Simon’s body began to spasm and he let out a grunt as Little Simon exploded in his pants. He had gotten so excited about the possibility of being like Buck that he had managed to masturbate without even touching his cock. 

“I didn’t realize that was possible,” he thought.

Simon took several deep breaths to center himself, and then looked over one more time toward his neighbor’s house. Angie came back out the front door with a bag in her hand and give it over to Buck, who was standing by his truck in his now sweat-stained Henley. He opened the bag, smiled, and pulled out a gigantic cookie that he started eating.

Angie turned toward Simon’s house and, upon seeing him and the still-sleeping Rudy on the porch, smiled and waved. She then said something to Buck, and he waved, too, after stuffing the rest of the cookie in his mouth.

Simon waved back, and as much as he wanted to walk over and say hello, he couldn’t possibly with the huge stain that had formed on the crotch of his pants. He’d have to learn what Buck did to get so big at another time, but he was going to make it happen. Simon had figured out what was missing piece from his life, and he was determined to grow into the stud he was meant to be.

Buck finished his cookie, hopped back into his truck, and drove away. Angie walked back into her house. And Simon went inside his own home to take a shower, change his clothes, and order a huge dinner for himself, and maybe Rudy as well, from DoorDash.