Buck (Moses) Sampson

Buck is a hillbilly from Smashwood Trailer Park. He works as an exterminator for Central Pest Control. His father is Martin “Goose” Sampson. His mother, Ellen, died when he was a child. He was raised by various older women in Smashwood. His best friend is Cody Lankford.

Moses Harley Sampson, a.k.a. Buck

Soon as Buck seed the dead-end after work, he took off his shirt — t’was a plain white tee shirt that done got all ripped up and turnt gray as dishwarter from the soaked-in sweat spreading from his armpits. His broad barrel chest gleamed, his hair matted to his skin. The hair upon his brow was slick with sweat too, a greasy black mullet thick as a jungle.
“You don’t use no soap or shampoo, you dirty-ass hillbilly, you smell like a cornbread’s fart.”

From Buck on the Oil Rig

Buck was lumberingly huge — nearly seven feet tall — and Cody was short and lean. They both had mullets, Buck’s dense and jet black, Cody’s a curly blond the color of old hay. Buck’s barrel chest crowded the cell, and his giant frame exuded so much heat he felt like a fireplace. But on the other hand, Buck was a local-champion boxer with biceps the size of a fat baby, and he knocked back any motherfucker who got in Cody’s face. He had only survived prison because everyone knew he was protected by his giant cellmate and long-time buddy.

From Buck & Cody Outta Prison Again

Buck was so big and manly it was hard not to be intimidated by him. It was like standing next to a bull. Simon touched Buck’s chest through his shirt, and he smoothed out the wrinkles and fixed the buttons, which Buck had done up wrong with his sausagey fingers. Buck smelled so spicy and musky, his barrel-shaped chest exuding heat and scents that Simon didn’t understand yet still craved. It didn’t smell like cologne or deodorant, nor like sweat; it was Buck’s own musk.

From Simon and the Bouncers

It was Buck Sampson, a burly man with a blistering Appalachian drawl. He sometimes kept peace at Lipsweet on rowdy nights, but he was usually employed to collect debt for Simon’s pa, and that was what he been doing ce soir. He carried a pocketful of cash and a face full of cuts, with blood streaming sur his side and soaking his shirt. Buck snorted like a horse with a shattered sinus and wagged his finger at M. Prêteur.

From The Alphas of Louisiana

He was nearly seven feet tall, so his voice had that dull-edged boom that big men had, like his words were tired from the long journey to his mouth so they just sort of baritonely flopped past his lips.
His jeans were threadbare in parts, and stained with oil and grease and dirt and grass and beer. When you were as big as Buck, clothes were hard to come by and you had to keep rewearing what you had for as long as possible.

From Buck & Cody Outta Prison Again

Buck had a swampy dull-edged drawl. They were both from the same place — right here in Smashwood Trailer Park — but Buck had a heavy, lonesome accent full of nooks and valleys while Cody had a pitchy, yodelly twang, like his accent bounced off mountaintops on its way out his mouth.
He tried to breathe through his nose — Lucy hated it when he huffed and puffed, but Buck had been in so many fights his nose cartilage was busted, and his nose was squat, wide, crooked and sinus-clogged.

From Buck & Cody Outta Prison Again

The smell made Buck wrinkle his crooked-cartilage fist-shape nose. He breathed loud cuz he was a amateur boxer and his nose done got broke buncha times a couple years back, in the early 90s. He tried to breathe normal, cuz Mistah Gregarian scumbled on another one his looks. Buck straightened his tie, which looked too short. Buck was so big most clothes ain’t fit. How far down was a tie sposedta go anyways? Buck ain’t know, and Mistah Gregarian’d scold him silly if’n Buck axed, so’n he ain’t ax.

From Buck the Dumbass

Buck sprouted up beside like a sudden stop sign. Buck was a darn near seven-foot-tall slab of hillbilly meat, with a big tangle of mullet, shoulders as broad as a ox and a oxy heave to his breathing too, cuzza his oft-broke nose. His nostrils was going thumbawumba as he slapped that man’s hand down like a unrespeckful fly.

From The Redneck Ex-Con, Cellmate Memories and Overwhelming Manhood

Buck was six foot eleven. He had to sit in a chair for Teddy to reach his head, and even then he had to slump down a bit. The body heat emanating from his broad shoulders made Teddy shudder a bit with desire. He inhaled deeply of Buck’s masculine musk, sweaty, intensely acrid and biting, a bit musty and warm and inviting.
He had taken off the real shirt he wore during his shift and now wore just the undershirt. It was tight on his shoulders — he bought the biggest he could find, but it wasn’t big enough. The strapped sleeves were frayed and digging into his shoulders, and the fabric ended an inch above his pants. The hair of his belly where it melded with his pubic hair was visible, and the shirt was matted to his chest with sweat.

From Aroused by Ex-Cons

He had scruffy black hair, uncut in the back, untamed, a little greasy, not quite a mullet but almost, all layers and tangles of unwashed hair. He was heavily tattooed and mustachioed, with a scruffier beard underneath that. He wore a sleeveless black shirt that showed off those tattoos: biker symbols, Rob guessed, and some words in flowing script. The shirt wasn’t made sleeveless, the ragged edges suggested he had cut the sleeves off.
    From The Alpha White Trash

Buck was more of a oxeny plod-along peter, a pert near seven-foot-tall beast of a man, with a shaggy black mullet and a dense beard.

From Buck the Workin’ Man

Buck was a mulleted hillbilly, but even he treated Wayne like sub-caste dirt. His oft-broke nose wrinkled in Wayne’s direction, and Wayne aimed a polite nod back at him. Buck was a white trash mullet-heavy ex-con, big as a barge, broad-muscled, swollen ears, jutting chin, tall, heaps of hollers and hoots in his Appalachian accent.

From Wayne the Ex-Cop

“Put some clothes on, Buck! You smell like a disgraced donkey, and ya dick is ugly as sin, not one of the good sins neither. H’it’s like… gluttony-“

From Buck the Workin’ Man

Buck dudded up in black slacks and a bright yellow shirt with a white tie. He ain’t know if’n that “went together”, but t’wasn’t easy to find clothes that fit. T’was the nicest outfit he could put together prompt-like. The tie was tied right, he was sh’ore of that, but remained self-conscious ’bout it. It hugged his neck snug as a turtle shell. The shirt was too small round the wrists and neck. The American flag tattooed on Buck’s neck poked out atoppa the collar.

From Buck the Workin’ Man

Buck was a darn near seven-foot-tall slab of hillbilly meat, with a big tangle of mullet, shoulders as broad as a ox and a oxy heave to his breathing too, cuzza his oft-broke nose.

From The Redneck Ex-Con, Cellmate Memories and Overwhelming Manhood

That was a very big problem for Buck, who was a very big man. He had a cumbrous seven-foot frame, powerfully built, a former state-champion wrestler though that was more than a decade ago, and he’d filled out his muscles with heft and hair and a greasy black mullet of coarse curls.

From Buck the Ex-Con

Mistah Gregarian often done got after him ’bout showering. He did shower, he did. He was a naturally greasy man, t’was all. Even back in prison, they gets after him cuzza his hair capturing his sweat, making him greasy and stinkhoggen. They only let’cha shower e’ery other day in that prison, sometimes e’ery third day… Buck was a sissy slap south of seven feetses tall and got a bounteous ass to boot.

From The Redneck Ex-Con, Cellmate Memories and Overwhelming Manhood

Buck was a yawn short of seven feet tall. Cody was skinny as a shriveled rifle, while Buck was a thundercloud man with thickness abundant. Both got a mullet, Buck’s a greasy gom of raven tangles.

From Cody the Roughneck

Buck had scruffy black hair, uncut in the back, untamed, a little greasy, not quite a mullet but almost, all layers and tangles of unwashed hair. He was heavily tattooed and mustachioed, with a scruffier beard underneath that. He wore a sleeveless black shirt that showed off those tattoos: biker symbols, Rob guessed, and some words in flowing script. The shirt wasn’t made sleeveless, the ragged edges suggested he had cut the sleeves off.

From The Alpha White Trash

Buck was pretty obviously a barrelhouse man — built like a ram, his nose and ears squashy and cauliflowered up like a boxer, his black mullet dusty, his unkempt beard as black as coal dust… He was too big, too hairy, too sweaty, too rough and too thick-headed for most women, and the dancers here were not shy about telling him so.

From Johnny Redcob the Bouncer


Buck was this mullet-headed hillbilly whose voice got all drawn out like his mouth was full of basset hounds.

From Tyrell the Ex-Con

Buck was a white trash mullet-heavy ex-con, big as a barge, broad-muscled, swollen ears, jutting chin, tall, heaps of hollers and hoots in his Appalachian accent.

From Wayne the Ex-Cop

“He stink like a shameful pony,” Tyrell said with a mournful tone.
Buck was nearly seven feet tall and built as broad as a buick, his nose bearing his brunt in the flattened crook of its angle… His glowery, razor’s-edge voice was smoky and thick, too deep to hear, all trenchant and teterrimous, and hearing his lips form his name made Simon’s knees quake. Buck had a big black mullet, greasy and thick like his chest… Buck was so big and manly it was hard not to be intimidated by him. It was like standing next to a bull. Simon touched Buck’s chest through his shirt, and he smoothed out the wrinkles and fixed the buttons, which Buck had done up wrong with his sausagey fingers. Buck smelled so spicy and musky, his barrel-shaped chest exuding heat and scents that Simon didn’t understand yet still craved. It didn’t smell like cologne or deodorant, nor like sweat; it was Buck’s own musk…

From Simon and the Bouncers

Buck was so big — a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than any other man here — and that mullet! His clothes were a wreck, his tee shirt too small, wrinkled, faded, frayed at the edges, even ripped and haphazardly sewn over the shoulder.

From The Redneck Ex-Con

He was a hillbilly, with long hair and a powerfully muscled body. He was burly and thick with an almost-six-pack that you could tell came from a high level of activity and low appetite, not because he was on a crash-diet. He was tall and heavily tattooed with Confederate flags and other mysterious symbols dotting his belly and an ornate, colorful constellation of designs on his right bicep.

From Buck Got Needs

Buck was a chambery hulk of a man, damn near seven feet tall and as broadly muscled as a ox. He got a thick, unkempt mullet the color of a new moon at midnight. Buck’s scruff covered up his ruddy cheeks… (a) chemical smell made Buck wrinkle his crooked-cartilage fist-shape nose. He breathed loud cuz he was a amateur boxer and his nose done got broke buncha times a couple years back, in the early 90s. He tried to breathe normal, cuz Mistah Gregarian scumbled on another one his looks. Buck straightened his tie, which looked too short. Buck was so big most clothes ain’t fit. How far down was a tie sposedta go anyways? Buck ain’t know, and Mistah Gregarian’d scold him silly if’n Buck axed, so’n he ain’t ax.

From Buck the Dumbass

that shouldersome stranger, so tall and thick-bodied that his muscles oozed off the sides of his stool. His hammer-wide fingers smeared up egg and gravy with a wad of biscuit, and he stuffed it in his mouth. His fat splat of a nose wriggled.

From Buck the Conservative

That’s because Buck was lumberingly huge — nearly seven feet tall — and Cody was short and lean. They both had mullets, Buck’s dense and jet black, Cody’s a curly blond the color of old hay. Buck’s barrel chest crowded the cell, and his giant frame exuded so much heat he felt like a fireplace. But on the other hand, Buck was a local-champion boxer with biceps the size of a fat baby, and he knocked back any motherfucker who got in Cody’s face. He had only survived prison because everyone knew he was protected by his giant cellmate and long-time buddy.

From Buck & Cody Outta Prison Again

You could always tell when that hillbilly got hongry. He got a I-might-could-eat’cha-nigga look in his eyes. Damn could that honky eat…  stinking like a armpit factory, a hillbilly sister-fucker who look like a cartoon basset hound. Lem tried not to watch his big hillbilly buddy, who was all hair, like a mullet came to life, and his giant chest be rippling as he plowed into her fat pussy. Annie seemed to enjoy the sensation, but she too avoided touching Buck who got a hairy back like a gorilla and he best not axe again fer Lem to shave his back, he can get some bitch-ass nigga to do it and Lem is not a bitch-ass nigga. It ain’t just a li’l hair neither, he got hair upon the shoulder, he got hair in the small of his back, you know how a honky do, and Buck is the honkiest. Buck done ate pulled pork t’was left out fer nigga-don’t-even-know-how-long. He got no kinda palate. His hillbilly ass done ate snapping turtle, rattlesnake, possum, squirrel and weasel meat b’fore’n. He got a favorite squirrel recipe. So’n if’n he won’t eat a bitch’s pussy, Lem weren’t gonna go near it.

From Buck on the Oil Rig

He got hands as big as a baseball catcher’s mitt, and just as leathery too, on account of Buck been working oil rigs and chain gangs since he was a boy.

From Buck and Cody Locked Up Again

“You are one straight-up retarded white-trash bigfoot!” Buck was a massive horse of a man with a well-barrelled chest, with a tangled curl of beard and a dense mullet the color of liquorice and shiny-slick with sweat and grease. He was as broad as a brown bullock..

From Buck the Roughneck

Buck Sampson had a thirteen-inch cock, pushing fourteen, and he was nearly seven feet tall, putting his crotch at most people’s head-height. That meant when he got a hardon, everybody around saw it. Lem was a little taller than average, so he didn’t have to dodge Buck’s stiffies lest he lose an eye, but he still noticed it when Buck got an erection.
Buck spent most of his time outside of work and the mess hall wearing a pair of faded briefs or less. He’d pop a boner most nights while speaking sweet about his girl Lucy back home or just plain doing push-ups. In those tighty-whiteys — or tighty-grays, mostly — his dong would pop out and shamelessly protrude. Lem disapproved.

From Buck the Roughneck

Buck wore his tattered tighty-whiteys. He had big low-hanging balls and that giant thirteen-inch pecker tucked into those tighty-whiteys, so his pubic hair poked around the mouse-nibbled edges. The pouch overflowing with his balls and dickmeat jiggled when he jogged in place. He shadowboxed the wall above Lem’s head

From Buck the Roughneck

He was an ex-wrestler and ex-boxer, so his nose was crooked and rugged, and it wiggled when his head moved. His voice was deep and broad, burdensomely dense, like it hurt to laugh… He inhaled deeply of Buck’s masculine musk, sweaty, intensely acrid and biting, a bit musty and warm and inviting. He had taken off the real shirt he wore during his shift and now wore just the undershirt. It was tight on his shoulders — he bought the biggest he could find, but it wasn’t big enough. The strapped sleeves were frayed and digging into his shoulders, and the fabric ended an inch above his pants. The hair of his belly where it melded with his pubic hair was visible, and the shirt was matted to his chest with sweat.

From Aroused by Ex-Cons

Buck had a black mullet, curly and dense, tangled, slick because he hadn’t washed it in a long time. His face was craggy, his prison-flattened splotch of a nose wide, and he had a fresh new prison tat running down the side of his neck to his broad shoulders…. Emotions flooded Lucy — horniness at the sight of his broad chest and jaw, relief that he was out of prison alive, surprise that he was here, lust at the sight of his prison-tightened body, disgust at his greasy and unkempt mullet, arousal growing deep within her at the scent of his unwashed manhood, even as she groaned to herself about the smell of cold cardboard that clung to him like a hobo. Buck was so big — a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than any other man here — and that mullet! His clothes were a wreck, his tee shirt too small, wrinkled, faded, frayed at the edges, even ripped and haphazardly sewn over the shoulder.

From The Redneck Ex-Con

His mullet was greasy and dusty and it smelled like him and it made her pussy tingle. Something about the way he had to stuff himself through the door to her trailer, his hefty frame not quite fitting, turned Lucy on until she couldn’t take it anymore… Buck was huge, and he stank of big-boy sweat. His crotch was an unkempt mess of pubic hair, his beard and mullet greasy and dusty, his windswept face harsh and a little pitying… Buck’s body hair was like copper wool, which was ironic because the hair on his head — his jet-black mullet — was always greasy and slick.

From Ex-Con Cravings Can’t Be Refused

Lucy got distracted from her taters by the broad-brow man barreling down a big breakfast at the counter. He wore a faded and frayed suit that disfitted his frame, so’s his power-packed parts bulged ‘gainst the fabric. His mighty mane of crow-color curls made Lucy wanna run her fingers thru ’em. Bits of biscuit and clods of yolk got trapped in his lumberman’s beard.
Her attention was aimed upon that shouldersome stranger, so tall and thick-bodied that his muscles oozed off the sides of his stool. His hammer-wide fingers smeared up egg and gravy with a wad of biscuit, and he stuffed it in his mouth. His fat splat of a nose wriggled.
That was when she left the ladies’ to stroll behind the large man with the hamper of hair and the flinty face, reeking of cold cement and spiced cream. His eyes sparked, lively as a oil derrick, though his muscles thrummed like stormclouds ‘neath his suit.

From Buck the Conservative

“Hey, Mason, Mason, hoss, hey,” came a thick-and-raspy, holler-heavy voice in the darkness, so deep you could tell the speaker was tall and big-chested. He sounded like a church bell come to life. The roughneck gotta stoop to come into the first-aid clinic. He was indeed a mighty stack of shoulders. He was Buck Sampson, the biggest worker on Rig E19 in the North Pacific. He was as broad as an ox and as tall as a gorilla, well past six and a half feet, tall enough to duck when he walked through the rig’s doorways. He had a big mane of greasy black curls. His shirtless chest rippled, his body hair clinging to his skin because of a sheen of sweat gleaming in the light that spilled in from the corridor. He exuded heat that Mason could feel, amid the cold barreling in from the harshly lit and unheated corridor. Buck was nearly naked, wearing only a pair of scrawny tight-whites that ain’t fit on him. The pouch was overstuffed, the outline of his giant cock clearly visible, pubic hairs protruding around the sides.

From Roughnecks Got Oral Needs!

He got big features — a big nose that was cattywompus and bulging, like a swollen fist — he was an ex-boxer, that was why, his nose busted up like his cauliflowery ears — big lips, big chin, big ears, big square cheeks — and his damn near seven-foot frame took up lotta room in the clinic. He radiated heat from his hairy chest.
But Buck was often shirtless and sometimes stripped down to heavy socks and underwear. Mason enjoyed the sight of muscular men, and Buck was a perfect specimen of that. His meaty, non-sixpacked body tasted savory like pizza dough.

From Roughnecks Got Oral Needs!

“You ain’t gonna spend all ya time in here working out, is ya?” Cody asked Buck when he saw Buck getting friendly with the Jagged Right’s enforcers. They wasn’t gotta ask Buck if he wanna be an enforcer like them — ain’t no other option open for a feller like Buck. Sure as shit weren’t gonna be an accountant or something. Buck was dumb as a whole truck fulla dead ducks, and he got muscles for miles.

From Bunkmates in the Dark

Buck’s truck

Buck’s pickup was held together with duct tape, and though the engine was cherry, the windshield was cracked, the wipers and turn signals did not work, the floor was rusted through and the gas gauge read as perpetually empty.
From Poahi the Lackey

Buck’s steelbare truck, which looked like it shouldn’t run at all. Ancient pinprick holes let in rays of late afternoon light all over, and the door on Johnny’s side was red while the rest of the truck was greenish-gray. The door didn’t shut perfectly either, like the body had been dented and never fixed right. The engine purred like an angry bobcat.
From Johnny Redcob the Bouncer

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Roughnecks Got Oral Needs!: As the medic on an oil rig in the North Pacific, Mason has his hands full — full of men! One of the workers is the massive hillbilly Buck Sampson, whose meaty body is exactly what Mason craves. He can’t wait to get a grip on all of Buck’s parts, and now that there are no women around, roughnecks like Buck are ready to give Mason the ride of a lifetime! (whole ebook is free!)

Buck the Roughneck: Buck is off to a rig to make a little dough… and maybe a friend! He’s bunking up with an older black fellah named Lem, and the two are gonna get into some crazy shenanigans, both on the rig and on leave. They’re ain’t no females around most of the time, so Buck and Lem are gonna have to satisfy their needs one way or another. That means they’re in for a world of gloryholes, roughhousing, horseplay and hot, throbbing manhood!

Ex-Con Cravings Can’t Be Refused: Buck is out of prison and ready to tear things up in Smashwood Trailer Park! He needs to make some quick cash and get his rocks off. While he doesn’t want a reputation as a booty bandit, he doesn’t much care if his bottom-punk is a man or even willing to bend over — as long as nobody finds out, Buck is glad to get down and dirty! When a rough and rugged ex-con like him needs to do the nasty, nobody can say no…

Buck Got Needs: Buck is a big burly rogue and a bit of a hillbilly, and he’s got needs — to get his meat drained and to pay the bills. He’s lucky there’s some fellahs out there who can satisfy both needs!

Buck & Cody Outta Prison Again: Cody and Buck have been released from prison again, and they’re in for a wild time! Neither has much reluctance around messing with men when they need to, but neither are willing to admit it either. Can they both keep secret what happened behind bars?

Aroused by Ex-Cons: At the bar where Teddy works, the bouncer is a big-bodied redneck named Buck the Ex-Con, and he could use a place to stay… Teddy’s all too glad to help! Buck lets Teddy go to town all over him, as long as he follows a few simple rules — which Teddy takes as optional! Plus Buck helps Teddy explore the world of forcefully dominating trashy hobos, crackheads and trustees in Buck’s most intense adventure yet.

Fists, Men and Muscles: Buck is the head bouncer at a strip club, and that means he’s gotta test his men — with a load of gutpunching! He wallops, thumps, batters, beats and pounds on the bellies of the toughest bouncers in Martinsburg, West Virginia. Can they take it?

Buck and Cody Locked Up Again: Everybody’s favorite trailer park boys Buck and Cody are locked up again, and they’re in for a hardcore and intense journey of man-on-man action. They are a pair of mulleted rednecks — Buck is big and burly, while Cody is small and mouthy, but both of them will do what it takes to survive… and to get their rocks off, in this overcrowded prison cell. Can they make it through their incarceration? They’ll have to survive stabbing homeboys, vindictive guards, one whiny Hebrew and a meth-head with a willingness to get his next hit one way or another! Buckle up, and get strapped in for a wild ride!

The Redneck Ex-Con: Buck’s back! The white trash alpha ex-con Buck Simpson is out of prison again, and he’s got a new partner-in-crime, Nathan. If Nathan doesn’t meet Buck’s standards, he might be in for a pretty rough time, because as much as Buck tries to deny it, he’s a jailhouse booty bandit who doesn’t take no for an answer! That means Nathan is in for a bevy of noncon man-on-man action full of rednecks, raunchy prison sex and disgusting hobo rutting!

The Alpha White Trash: He’s down on his luck and lookin’ fer a place to crash… Buck is a rough-and-tumble ex-con on parole, and he’s ready to swing on the downlow if that’s what it takes! His brawny manhood will satisfy his “benefactor” like only a macho alpha male can. Buck even has a couple friends with some adult needs, and that’s about to lead to some of the raunchiest man-on-man action ever!

The Redneck Ex-Con, Cellmate Memories and Overwhelming Manhood: Buck is a bouncer and a lackey for a gangster, not to mention an ex-con with a need to get his dick wet! After so much time with men in prison and on an oil rig, Buck doesn’t much care if it’s a man or a woman on the other end. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. He’ll dick a feller down as punishment, payment or just cuz he can! So what happens when he meets a cocky lacrosse jock with gropey hands and disrespect for women’s boundaries? You’re about to find out!

Buck on the Oil Rig: Buck Sampson is working on an oil rig once more, and without women around, the hard-edged roughnecks there get their rocks off through whatever means necessary! Buck’s bunking down with Lem, an old black feller with dick for days and muscles to match, and when the two of them have leave, they really do get down and dirty! Can Buck make it through his contract with his booty intact? Can Lem?

Buck the Dumbass: Buck is an idiot, a dumbass, a moron and stupid as a brick factory, and it’s time someone told him so! He’s in for it now, plus plenty of man-on-man action on the downlow and not so low at all. He’s big, he’s bad, he’s broad and he’s ready to kick ass and do other things to that ass as well! You won’t believe the adventures he’s getting into. (whole ebook is free!)

Buck the Conservative: It’s 1969, and hillbilly veteran Buck Sampson is home from Vietnam, while his bunkmate Smooches is a free love hippie. Can they find a way to live together? Buck’s big, tough and intimidating to Smooches, who cowers before him. But they just might have a couple things in common too Then when the lights go out, Buck is ready to drain his balls even without any women. Can Smooches survive his manly ways?!

Buck the Ex-Con: Buck is out of prison again, and he’s up to his old tricks! He’s got a plan to stay out, but will it work? Buck is a muscle-bound ex-con redneck who doesn’t want to go back to prison and doesn’t want a reputation as a jailhouse booty bandit… but even more than that, he wants to stick his rod in anything that moves! So he’s got to satisfy his needs on the DL, even if that means holding down some hobos, addicts and losers, while doing the dirty in the dirt!

Buck the Workin’ Man: Buck Sampson is a hefty ex-con back to the trailer park after a stint on a work-camp, where he got down and dirty — real dirty! He’s got a nose for getting a nut off anyway he can, even if it means getting raunchy. He’s in for a wild ride, including a desperate hobo, a kidnapped dog, an annoying hipster, a burly mountain man and more! Can he handle swinging this low on the downlow?!

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    • Hirrabirry
      “Mistah Chow prolly mad as a steamed bun. Bap! Bap! Bap-bap-bappity-bap!”
            • A curtsy nod
              She got no hankering for no elderly homeboy who smelled like a basement. She want whiteboy dingdong, most likeishly.
            • He mighta been made outta old coffee grounds
              Don’choo tell me I smell like coffee grounds, you smell like a turtle, Buckums.
            • Honky-ass whiteboy hillbilly got weak-dick syndrome
              He wagged his dick in Mason’s direction. “Cain I do a complaint? Lem got a dirty dick.”
            • Kareem
              Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
            • Lem was a young cat then, built like a steel mill
              Buck best not say shit ’bout Lem looking like a tire that exploded on the highway.
            • Lots of things wrinkle Buck’s brain
              They learnt from a mandatory video that the most important part of drilling fer oil was respeck fer diversity.
            • Narsty old-feller dingdong feels like a sad baseball bat
              If’n you tells him, he gonna be comin’ he’uh all the time! All the time like weather!
            • On black cops
              Buck immediately took off his sandals and briefs, and he sat on the bench in the center of the locker area. Lem undressed more slowly, as he continued a long story that had begun before they entered the corridor.
            • Pull-ups
              “I know it ain’t nevuh been cool to got cornrows lookin’ like graverows. Ya scalp look like the cemetery you ’bout to move into, Lem.”
            • Shovelwork
              He opened his mouth to say more but caught eye of Buck’s club-like dick resting on the floor between Buck’s legs — Buck was sitting splay-legged to air out his balls, which was disgusting.
            • Some hillbilly sister-fucker…
              Lem done ate his fried chicken and sides. He don’t eat Muslim food, and the curries give his belly the bumptions. He do stick to American food.
            • Swordfighting
              Mason saw them standing there, dicks in hand, mid-thwack upon each other.
            • This old black feller Lem, he was like a hundred
              Well, more like fifty, but he seemed ancient to Buck, and he smelled like a soggy newspaper.
            • Who knows what frotting is?
              That’s called ‘frotting’. Kax don’t know it had a name, and he was surprised Buck knewed sump’in he don’t. Buck don’t got a reputation as a smarty-pants.
            • You don’t know nuttin’ ’bout whiteboy dick
              One day soon all the whiteboys gonna get replaced by a broken dildo plugged in to a bossy computer, and the world gonna rejoice.

                Sexy stuff

                      • Shovelwork
                        He opened his mouth to say more but caught eye of Buck’s club-like dick resting on the floor between Buck’s legs — Buck was sitting splay-legged to air out his balls, which was disgusting.
                      • Shower fun
                        Buck and that white guy kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t pay attention to their words. There were so many men around, and so much to see. Teddy would have been terrified if he was alone — that was why he showered by himself in his own building, which was not as trashy as Smashwood.Two naked ...
                                    • Shovelwork
                                      He opened his mouth to say more but caught eye of Buck’s club-like dick resting on the floor between Buck’s legs — Buck was sitting splay-legged to air out his balls, which was disgusting.
                                    • Who knows what frotting is?
                                      That’s called ‘frotting’. Kax don’t know it had a name, and he was surprised Buck knewed sump’in he don’t. Buck don’t got a reputation as a smarty-pants.
                                    • Gotta pay the A-rab feller first
                                      “Ooooooh, I see that!” Buck said when he was close enough to the garage to see the man in the front of the line. The portly sailor with dusky skin — Portuguese, Buck guessed — got his pants undone, and he be humping the garage door.Actually, he be humping a hole in the garage door.“What’ssssh ...
                                    • The slurpy side
                                      Buck ain’t axe what a gloryhole was, not even when he overheard a Portuguese feller exclaim how good the gloryhole on the rig was. Finally, Lem showed it to him one night, and he said there was a bootyful A-rab gal on t’other side of the hole drilled ‘tween two unused rooms. “She love dick, ...
                                    • The whole room
                                      Lem was the one who told Buck about “the hole room”. Buck first thought Lem said “the whole room”, and he was mystified about what that meant.“You can stick it in the hole in the hole room,” Lem said — Buck thought — and when Lem saw that Buck didn’t get it, Lem repeated it. ...
                                    • Kareem
                                      Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
                                    • On black cops
                                      Buck immediately took off his sandals and briefs, and he sat on the bench in the center of the locker area. Lem undressed more slowly, as he continued a long story that had begun before they entered the corridor.
                                    • Shower fun
                                      Buck and that white guy kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t pay attention to their words. There were so many men around, and so much to see. Teddy would have been terrified if he was alone — that was why he showered by himself in his own building, which was not as trashy as Smashwood.Two naked ...
                                    • What happened?!
                                      “Holy shit, dude, what happened?” Buck said, looking at Nathan.“What?” Nathan said. Then he realized Buck was looking at his cock. Nathan blushed and covered his crotch with both hands.“Are you a girl?” Buck asked, furrowing his brow. He touched Nathan’s chest, looking, perhaps, for invisible breasts.“No! I’m a boy… a man, I mean,” Nathan ...
                                    • Arthur takes a hit
                                      Arthur sighed and nodded. He put down the weights and stood up, then took off his sweatshirt, even though the gym was cold now that it was empty. His chowder white chest was pale, and goosebumps dappled his arms. He flexed his pecs and abs.Buck punched Arthur in the gut. Not that hard the first ...
                                    • How to make a fist
                                      “Go’n, hit me. As hard as you can, go fer it, Simon, wit’ all ya might,” Buck said. His voice stayed jagged cuzza Simon jostling him up and down, back and forth. He bobbed and weaved with his body like he was boxing — Buck usedta be a amateur boxer — and pretended liketa dodge ...
                                        • Annie and two big men
                                          “Why don’t you go ahead and undress, big man? Lemme see what you’re working with,” Annie said with a blush and a giggle. Buck tore his clothes off, and his giant manhood unfurled. Annie stopped giggling, and she let out a groan of excitement. “Ooh, that’s nice and hefty.” She took a deep drink from ...
                                        • Kareem
                                          Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
                                        • Let’s wrassle!
                                          “Shut up, Buck!” Cody grinned and jumped off the top bunk onto Buck’s shoulders, as Buck, still naked, was reaching for his foot powder. “Let’s wrassle!” Cody tried to sit on Buck’s shoulders, but he was still wet, and Cody slipped down to clutch him piggyback. Cody wore sweatpants and a heavy shirt, but his ...
                                        • Not muchuva game
                                          “Lost it, Buck, got’cha,” said Jermaine. He was a muscle-bound homeboy, t’other muscle-man in the cell with Buck — the two them worked out loads. He been counting off Buck’s push-ups, and when Buck laughed, his push-ups missed the beat. Buck skipped one.That meant Buck lost the game him and Jermaine played. One counted off, ...
                                        • Pitnutting
                                          Pitnutting was a common practice among some prison gangs. Buck done work out his inhibitions over that long time back. So this afternoon, when he and his work-crew was just about done, they got to chatting about females. Buck ain’t get lotta man-talk about ladies these days, since he be bunking up with Jeb the ...
                                        • Pull-ups
                                          “I know it ain’t nevuh been cool to got cornrows lookin’ like graverows. Ya scalp look like the cemetery you ’bout to move into, Lem.”
                                        • Shovelwork
                                          He opened his mouth to say more but caught eye of Buck’s club-like dick resting on the floor between Buck’s legs — Buck was sitting splay-legged to air out his balls, which was disgusting.
                                        • Shower fun
                                          Buck and that white guy kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t pay attention to their words. There were so many men around, and so much to see. Teddy would have been terrified if he was alone — that was why he showered by himself in his own building, which was not as trashy as Smashwood.Two naked ...
                                        • Pitnutting
                                          Pitnutting was a common practice among some prison gangs. Buck done work out his inhibitions over that long time back. So this afternoon, when he and his work-crew was just about done, they got to chatting about females. Buck ain’t get lotta man-talk about ladies these days, since he be bunking up with Jeb the ...
                                        • Shoulderbladin’
                                          His back muscles were broad and firm and slick with sweat. He flexed his back and shoulders for Teddy, making him shiver with desire. It produced a little valley between his shoulder blades. Teddy slid his cock between the valley, the slickness of the sweat gathering there making it glide with no friction. He held ...
                                          • Annie and two big men
                                            “Why don’t you go ahead and undress, big man? Lemme see what you’re working with,” Annie said with a blush and a giggle. Buck tore his clothes off, and his giant manhood unfurled. Annie stopped giggling, and she let out a groan of excitement. “Ooh, that’s nice and hefty.” She took a deep drink from ...
                                          • Cody gets warm
                                            Cody was plenty warm now, with his blankets and Buck’s, and his little feet resting in Buck’s crotch, he fell asleep in Buck’s arms. Once the prison staff got the heat back on, Cody was warm enough to take off most of his clothes in the night. It was the most comfortable sleep he’d had ...
                                          • Jeb and Buck
                                            It took all of Buck’s concentration to take his pants and shirt off. He heaved and persevered, nearly ripping rhe shirt. It was a huge production, and Buck wriggled outta the pants like they was a pair of wrassling snakes. Then Buck lay there stark a lark on the bed. He ain’t even mean to ...
                                          • Rig gets cold at night
                                            It was going to get colder, eventually cold enough for Buck to want to put some clothes on. Being allowed to walk around naked was one of the things Buck liked about the rig — he was a hefty lad who liked to let his bits hang free when he could — so he was ...
                                            • Shower fun
                                              Buck and that white guy kept talking, but Teddy couldn’t pay attention to their words. There were so many men around, and so much to see. Teddy would have been terrified if he was alone — that was why he showered by himself in his own building, which was not as trashy as Smashwood.Two naked ...
                                              • A reacharound makes you equals
                                                “This is called a reacharound,” Buck said, his throaty voice loud because it was aimed directly into Teddy’s ears. “In prison, that’s how you make it okay — like, you ain’t bitchin’ a fella out if’n you givin’ him a reacharound. That makes ya equals. Well, maybe not quite equal, but y’know… He ain’t a ...
                                              • Buck’s tongue
                                                He sneered in disgust at the sight of Teddy’s asshole, but Buck wiped it down with the sponge. It was a little painful, the friction of the sponge rubbing against his sensitive rim. But Teddy didn’t mind. The pain sent another thrill up his spine, and Teddy found himself pushing his ass back as though ...
                                                    • Kareem
                                                      Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
                                                    • What happened?!
                                                      “Holy shit, dude, what happened?” Buck said, looking at Nathan.“What?” Nathan said. Then he realized Buck was looking at his cock. Nathan blushed and covered his crotch with both hands.“Are you a girl?” Buck asked, furrowing his brow. He touched Nathan’s chest, looking, perhaps, for invisible breasts.“No! I’m a boy… a man, I mean,” Nathan ...

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