“Hey, how many push-ups can you do wit’ me on ya back, whiteboy?” Lem asked. He didn’t wait for a response, he just sat his own briefs-clad ass on Buck’s back. “Yee-haw, partner!” He guffawed and even twirled a fake lariat above Buck, though Buck couldn’t see and no one else was around. Buck’s muscles flexed beneath him, as Buck continued doing his push-ups.
From Buck the Roughneck
Buck gurgled, getting drunker by the second because he was chugging beers. He slapped Spider’s gaunt cheek with his dick. “That’s why I’m offerin’ you twenty bucks.” Then he fishhooked Spider’s cheek with one finger and slipped his limp dick in, just barely getting the cocktip to touch the edge of his mouth. Spider closed his eyes. Buck chuckled. “I’m-a just do it. You can let me know by cooperatin’ how much of that twenty bucks you wanna earn.”
From Buck the Ex-Con
Buck lookin’ pensive as fuck.
Buck wearin’ smooth ‘n’ cleans today!
C’mon, cellie, you got wifey stuff to attend to.
Let’s roll!