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Loosing his virginity to Steve Rogers had done nothing to settle Bucky’s raging hormones. In fact, it had probably made them worse.
It had been almost a week since Bucky made the bold move to saunter over to his neighbour with the attempt to try and flirt. Never mind that he was 17 and Steve was, what, 30, 35? Bucky couldn’t stand not knowing what sex felt like a minute longer, so he’d gone over there.
It had ended up with him being fucked against Steve’s Harley Davidson until he could barely stand up straight.
If Bucky thought he was obsessed with his incredibly hot neighbour before, it was nothing compared to how he felt after getting a proper taste. Bucky could literally not think of anything other than those impossibly strong fingers working his ass deeper than should be allowed, or the way Steve called him cheeky pet names while pounding into him. It took Bucky at least two orgasm a day to even keep sane.
He was embarrassingly aware that his parents had started to notice he was taking longer showers in the morning.
His stupid parents were also the reason that he hadn’t been able to sneak back over to his neighbour. Before Steve had let Bucky out of his garage the last time, he had squeezed his ass dirtily and told him he wanted him back as soon as possible so that he could teach Bucky how to give a blow job.
There was nothing Bucky wanted more than to learn how to suck dick.
But, it was still summer and his parents had plans. Whatever. It all involved going to the stupid country club or visiting some snooty shop to “get him proper clothes for when school starts again”. Bucky had zero interest in getting more Ralph Lauren shirts, and he sure as hell didn’t like eating lunch with George and Winnifred’s boring, ancient friends.
It was too bad his sister was spending her summer with their aunt in Italy. It would’ve taken some of the pressure off him to “participate”.
So, Bucky was left to pine after Steve through the window of his room. As always, the giant blond pile of muscles liked to walk around shirtless in his driveway or garden. Either he was fixing stuff on his bike, mowing the lawn or just lying on a chair with a beer in hand like a handsome piece of shit who probably knew exactly how much Bucky was pressing himself up against the window to look.
But then one magic day, his parents suddenly decided to go to the city without him to do some furniture shopping. Bucky tried his very best to hide his excitement over it.
“Will you be okay darling? All day on your own” Winnifred pouted her lips and fake kissed his cheek before straightening up. His father was already on his way down to the car and threw him a wave.
“Be good, son!” George declared, like he always did, in that absentminded way of his.
Bucky was left on the porch with his mother who used her little hand mirror to adjust her overly fluffy hair do. Bucky resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“I’ll be fine, mom. I’ll heat up the leftovers for lunch” he said instead, trying to getting her to go faster. He could see Steve washing his Harley with a bucket and soapy water, and he was actively dying because of it.
How could he not? Steve was in nothing but a pair of jeans cut off at the knees, his signature red bandana to keep his unruly hair out of his eyes, and abs that glistened in the July sun in a way that should not be legal. That man right there was the subject of every sex dream Bucky had, and ever single time he masturbated since that time in Steve’s garage, the teenager would ghost past his hole and loose his breath a little. A part of Bucky wanted to finger himself to practise, but another part felt that it would be wrong to touch himself there. That special, tight, forbidden place should only be for Steve to touch – someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who could even make scrubbing dirt off a tire look sexy.
And here Bucky was. Kissing his mother goodbye. Was there any more sure-fire way to make Steve think he was just a silly kid?
“Now don’t you eat all of them James, save yourself for dinner. We’re bringing home some from that Italian place your father likes and I don’t want you to be full” Winnifred berated him and patted his belly on top of the striped, short-sleeved linen shirt he was wearing. Embarrassed, Bucky leaned away from her touched and glanced over at the neighbour to make sure Steve didn’t see that.
Thankfully, Steve wasn’t looking in their direction.
Unfortunately, his mother caught sight of him.
Her lips instantly pursed up in that way they usually did before the words ‘I want to speak to your manager’ came out of her mouth.
“Sweet lord, is he ever not displaying that vulgar motorbike? You know, it’s because people like that move out here that the house prices are going down. It just looses in value, just like that. It really shouldn’t be allowed” Winnifred said sourly while clutching her purse tighter to herself, as if Steve might run over and steal it.
Bucky didn’t even hold back his eyeroll that time.
“Mom. He’s done nothing wrong. Will you just go? Dad’s waiting in the car” he ushered her, and she sighed with one last suspicious look at Steve before finally stepping down the stairs.
“We’ll be back by dinner! Bye honey!” she called and waved, smiling at Bucky with all of her pearly white teeth.
“Bye mom!” Bucky waved back, smiling for real too because he couldn’t wait to see them leave.
It took Bucky less than 20 seconds from the moment he saw the taillights of his parents’ care disappear out of sight to reach Steve’s driveway. He literally sprinted all across his own yard.
“Oh hi there” Steve said with a teasing smile and looked up from his bike. As he straightened himself up, he towered over Bucky in a way that made him weak in the knees.
“Hi Steve” Bucky panted, slightly out of breath from running.
Steve put the sponge back in the bucket with a slight splash, getting his already wet shorts even wetter. Reaching down, he picked up his bottle of beer and took a swig. It was embarrassing for Bucky to admit, but his eyes were glued to Steve’s lips curling around the neck of the bottle. Even something simple like that had things stirring in Bucky’s belly.
It wasn’t easy being 17.
“So, what are you doing over on this side of the fence?” Steve asked as he put the bottle back down, and he winked at Bucky like they shared a secret.
Which they did.
Bucky shared a dirty secret with the hottest man in the entire neighbourhood. If that wasn’t enough to make him giddy, he didn’t know what would.
Which was probably why he did what he always seemed to be doing around Steve – blurt out whatever was on his mind entirely without thinking.
“Well the last time you said you could teach me how to give a blowjob. I was thinking maybe you could do that now?” the teenager blinked his big, innocent, excited puppy eyes up at Steve.
“Jesus Christ kid” Steve chuckled while looking around to make sure no one heard that. When he looked back, his blue eyes had darkened slightly. “You can’t just throw things out like that to a guy. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble”. His voice deepened into something lower, and those big hands curled a little tighter around the seat and handle of the bike.
“Maybe I want to get in trouble” Bucky shot back, aiming to look entirely enticing himself with what he hoped was a smouldering look. The conversation was giving him butterflies – the kind that also gave you an erection. Which he would probably pop any minute now if Steve kept talking in that voice.
“Mhmm, I’m sure you do sugar. You wanna suck my cock, is that it? Want me to teach you how to make it feel real good for me?” Steve husked, leaning over the bike. The words were caught between them, to low for anyone to hear even if they passed on the street. On instinct, Bucky leaned closer too. All he wanted was for Steve to grab him and kiss him right there, but they couldn’t.
Bucky was technically legal, but still 15 years younger than Steve. And a teenager.
Which, if he had to admit it, made this whole thing even hotter.
“Yes please. I wanna learn” Bucky breathed out. The way his voice sounded had Steve do this rumbling, almost growly noise in his chest as he did what he always did whenever he saw Bucky – he looked him up and down like he was about to ravish him.
“I hope you’re not gonna make me teach you and then go use your new skills on some other boy, hmm?” Steve’s eyebrow raised, and Bucky shook his head so fast it almost hurt.
“Nuh-uh, not a chance. I wanna suck your dick” Bucky insisted, managing to sound even more like a teenager.
With that eyebrow raised, Steve beckoned him closer until it was only the bike between them, and Bucky was practically leaning on it for support. It was a hot day and yet his nipples were so erect that the soft linen fabric felt like too much against them.
Steve looked him up and down again, very slowly, and then right into his baby blues with a look that said ‘I’m going to ruin you, boy’. Bucky almost whimpered.
“You sure about that? There’s no boy in school you wanna impress? Sucking cock is a great way to make friends” Steve husked out – teasing him. And Christ if the image of Bucky getting down on his knees in the locker rooms in front of the popular guys and letting them fuck his mouth so he could sit with them at lunch didn’t make his chest problem a lot worse.
“I don’t wanna do it with anyone at school” Bucky insisted, but his voice was getting whinier and poutier. That, and his breath kept getting caught in his throat.
There was a mishevious glint in Steve’s eye.
“No? That’s right, you don’t go for guys your own age. You want a proper man, ain’t that right sugar?”
Bucky nodded frantically.
“What about the teachers then? You’re gonna go back to school and show them what you learned over the summer?” Steve kept teasing him. By that time, Bucky’s face was burning hot, but he still shook his head.
“No Steve, I just wanna do it for you. Please, can you show me how? Please?” Bucky begged, starting to feel all squirmy and desperate.
Steve’s face broke into a confident smile. His hand came up to cup Bucky’s chin, making his breath hitched.
“Since you asked so nicely” he winked. Relief flooded Bucky – as if Steve would’ve ever truly withheld his cock from a willing, warm, wet mouth – and he smiled too, almost collapsing into the bike.
“Thank you” he breathed out, and Steve looked entirely pleased with himself for making Bucky so desperate. He stroked softly over Bucky’s cheek – just once and quick, so no nosy neighbour would catch it – and then pushed himself off the bike.
“Hey, wanna get out of here first?” he suggested with a nod towards the road. It led away from the rows and rows of suburban houses where the American flags were gently swaying in the breeze and the housewives were lying on lawn chairs covered by expensive sunglasses and massive sunhats. It led away from Bucky’s big, boring house with its white picket fence and bright magnolias underneath the windows, and all those Ralph Lauren shirts that made Bucky feel like he was suffocating displaying some kind of masculinity that wasn’t his own. It led away from a stupid, claustrophobic place where everything he wanted to do, he had to do in secret.
Honestly? Bucky couldn’t wait to get out of there.
“Where do you mean?” he asked.
Shrugging, Steve picked up his beer again and took a sip.
“Let’s just drive north. I know a nice little lake up there, and it’s real quiet too”
“Drive like…on your Harley, you mean?” Bucky’s eyes widened, like he couldn’t believe it.
“That’s exactly what I mean” Steve winked at him, probably knowing exactly what that did to the teen.
“But, uh –“ Bucky trailed off, feeling stupid as he looked at the beer in Steve’s hand. Noticing, the blond held up the bottle and gave a chuckle.
“It’s just light beer, ain’t never hurt no one. I just like the taste” he reassured Bucky, who scrunched up his nose.
“You do?” He wasn’t convinced. Beer did not taste good, that was just a fact. Like coffee. Bucky had always figured it was the same deal – grown ups drank it for the effect, not the taste.
“When you get older, you’ll get it” Steve teased. “Although I gotta admit honey, I like you fine the way you are” he bit his lip and once again hungrily ranged his eyes over Bucky’s body, all the way from his white sneakers to the last button of his shirt, which was done one step lower than his mother approved of.
Bucky opened his mouth to answer, but found himself blushing too much to respond.
Steve picked up the red plastic bucket full of soapy water and nodded towards the garage.
“There’s one thing you gotta wear though before you get on my bike. C’mon hun” Steve said and started walking towards it with his heavy, sauntering walking style. His boots were untied and his cut off jeans were riding low on his hips, low enough to give Bucky a glimpse of a pair of dark green underwear.
“Oh, sure” Bucky hurried after him, thinking it had to be a helmet.
Although when he got inside, Steve shut the door of the garage and gave him a dirty wink that suddenly had him questioning all of the older man’s intentions. Those teenage hormones of Bucky stirred in his belly and groin as he watched Steve put the bucket down, sloshing water on the concrete floor, and kept walking towards the door leading into his house.
“Why don’t you pull down pants and bend over my workbench, sugar? I’ll be back in a sec” Steve offered casually like it was a completely normal request.
“M-my pants?” Bucky’s mouth was stupidly open.
“And your underwear, buddy” Steve winked with a charming smile. “Saves us some time” he shrugged, and then he disappeared into the house.
Bucky was left beet red and squirmy in the middle of the garage. It felt so dirty to get naked in Steve’s house when Steve wasn’t even there – but then again, whatever he had planned for Bucky’s ass was definitely something that Bucky wanted to experience.
So, with some awkward shuffling, Bucky walked up to the work bench and followed orders by tugging his pants and underwear down to pool around his ankles. The air was a lot chillier inside than out in the sun, and when he bent over, he felt his puckered asshole tighten up a little, which only made him blush harder. He didn’t exactly have a lot of hair growth yet to protect it.
Embarrassingly enough, Bucky’s cock reacted like an overexcited puppy and quickly grew hard between his legs. It stuck out and pointed right up against his belly, since it wasn’t heavy enough to hang down, and Bucky sucked in a breath when the sensitive head of his penis brushed against the underside of the metal and wooden workbench. The smell of motor oil filled his nose.
“Would you look at that. Such a pretty sight in my very own garage” Steve’s deep voice suddenly teased him. Bucky jerked and looked up, cheeks blossoming.
There were several things in Steve’s hands as he walked in that confident swagger of his across the floor towards the teenager. As he came up behind Bucky, who was well aware that he was half naked and Steve was fully dressed, he used his boots to kick Bucky’s legs further apart and then dropped the items down on the workbench.
“There we go, nice and open. Christ kid, you really don’t have to shave anywhere” Steve whistled, only making Bucky’s squirming worse. A rough thumb came stroking over his smooth hole and he hiccupped a whimper.
“I can grow a beard” the 17-year-old argued with a pout.
“Lies” Steve chuckled darkly and leaned down to kiss the nape of his neck. Shivers ran down Bucky’s spine and his cock jumped.
“I can!” Bucky persisted, fully aware of how high-pitched his voice sounded.
“I don’t believe you sugar. But that’s okay – I like you hairless. You’re perfect” he smiled into Bucky’s neck and wriggled his thumb a little, causing Bucky’s breath to hitch.
That was when he noticed the items lying next to where he was leaning over the workbench. His eyes went wide.
“Are you gonna put that inside me?” he asked dumbly, as if it wasn’t obvious what Steve’s intentions were.
“Yup, sure am” the blond confirmed as he straightened up and grabbed the worryingly fat butt plug. He also grabbed the bottle of lube and Bucky had to crane his neck back to watch as Steve dribbled a substantial amount onto the black toy.
“A-are you gonna stretch me first?” Bucky’s eyes were still wide and stuck on the thick plug.
“Are you feeling a little tight today?” Steve teased and switched the plug from right to left hand. He took the hand soaked in lube and playfully started pushing in his index finger. Bucky drew sharply after breath – but his ass yielded to the pressure as if he’d been desperate for it.
Which he had been, but Steve didn’t need to know that.
“That thing is big” he gasped, knees locking as Steve moved the finger in and out one or two inches.
“It’s really not, honey. I just don’t think you have much to compare to” Steve shrugged.
“But it’s – ooooh” Bucky moaned loudly as Steve sunk his entire long finger inside his tight ass and pushed down firmly on that good spot in there. His eyes squeezed shut at the suddenly pleasure, which only increased when Steve started to slowly fuck in and out with just one finger, making sure to rub good and hard on Bucky’s prostate.
“That’s it, I knew you’d like that. You love having your pretty little ass played with, don’t you? Fucking perfect is what you are” Steve murmured heatedly, pressing up against the teenager. Bucky wasn’t even sure if he wanted a reply, but he soaked in the compliments anyway, moaning and opening up like a flower for the older man who started prepping him with more insistence.
One finger became two, and Bucky was starting to feel his orgasm building up (which really didn’t take much considering he had about the same amount of raging hormones as a cat in heat) when suddenly Steve pulled out his fingers, leaving him empty. His lubed-up asshole clenched needily as Bucky whined, turning his head which was now hanging over his arms, and pouting at Steve.
“Steeeve” he whined.
“Shh, gimme a sec and I’ll fix it” Steve husked. The front of his denim clad thighs were pressing lightly against Bucky’s naked backside, and the teen held his breath without realizing it as he listened to the unmistakable sound of Steve getting the plug slick with lube.
“Oh shit” Bucky cussed when he felt the tip started to press against his squeezing asshole.
“You gotta relax sweetheart. Steady breaths, remember?” Steve’s voice was deep and calm, and his left hand was resting comfortingly on Bucky’s hips. The toy was slowly twisted while he pushed, getting Bucky’s breath to hitch even worse as it felt like it was being teased into him, almost screwed.
He was being screwed.
That almost had Bucky laughing, except the sound got caught in his own moan and he let that out instead, trembling as Steve worked the plug slowly into him.
“It’s still so damn big though” he gasped out. Having no idea what to do with his hands, Bucky just squeezed the edge of the table under him.
“First it’s too big, then you’re too impatient to even let me get it wet, and now it’s big and scary again? You really can’t make up your mind, kid” Steve teased him.
“M’not a kid” Bucky whimpered out between strained moans, still squeezing his ass up too much.
“Oh yes you are. That’s why I gotta teach you how this works” Steve reassured him, making prickles go down his spine and up to heat his ears. That hand on his hips went around to cup his belly. “Follow my instructions sugar. Deep breath in…all the way up…and then deep breath out, hang heavy in my hand there, s’okay…” the older man guided him through it while using the cupped grip to physically show Bucky how to do it. “Good boy, that’s perfect, that’s it. Deep breath in…and then…there” Steve let out with a deep, dirty sound and with one firm push, he had sheathed the entire thick plug inside Bucky’s ass.
“Fuck!” Bucky cried out. His entire body tensed up at the sudden intrusion which had him shudder around the toy keeping his ass plugged and stretched up. But then Steve’s hands were at his spine and hip, cooing him back to relaxing, and relaxing somehow made it even worse.
Or a lot better.
The plug was so big and foreign to his almost-virgin ass that as soon as Bucky breathed out and let himself hang back down, the toy was allowed to rest heavily right on his prostate. It was intense and strange – almost like when you really had to pee and something pressed right over your bladder and you got that small, sharp ripple of panicked pleasure in the nerves around your cock and groin.
It felt like that, but it reproduced itself every time Bucky breathed.
“Holy crap…” Bucky tried to catch his breath.
“Told you it’d fit” Steve chuckled and gave his ass a playful smack. It jostled the plug and had Bucky whimpering. “How does that feel sugar? Is it nice and snug in there?” he smiled.
Bucky was still breathing heavily as Steve helped him to stand up, which felt weird.
“It feels…a lot. Don’t they have smaller sizes?” he gave Steve a glare when he had to bend down to put his pants back on. It was slightly diminished by the flush on his cheeks.
The smirk that Steve gave him back should’ve been illegal in at least 30 states.
“They do, but where’s the fun in that? I promise you that you’ll thank me for it after you’ve spent half an hour on my bike” he winked.
The sudden realisation that he would be sitting on an incredibly powerful motorbike with this thing in his ass had Bucky’s eyes widening. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to get going right away or try and talk his way out of it.
“Have you tried it?” he blurted out.
“Nah buddy, not my thing. I like being a giver more than a receiver” Steve shrugged, arms crossed over his chest. While in the house, he had put on a washed-out grey shirt with cut off arms that did nothing to hide his tanned, muscled arms.
“So how do you know I’ll like it?” Bucky asked with a suspicious tone. However, that too had the edge taken out of it because of how breathy his voice became just from having the plug push on his sweet spot.
That made Steve smile. He reached out his hand and cupped Bucky’s cheek in that soft way that seemed almost too sweet for a bad biker boy like him, and his steel blue eyes fixed on Bucky’s bottom lip while he ran a gentle thumb over it. Steve bit his own lip, and Bucky’s knees felt weak seeing the way the older man’s pupils diluted just slightly.
“Just trust me, honey. I’ve got experience. That plug is just the size it needs to be – it’ll shake you good and loose for me later” Steve murmured out low and dark. His boots scraped across the concrete floor as he stepped closer, crowding the breathless teenager against the workbench. Their eyes were locked together, and the corner of Steve’s mouth curved up to a playful smile before he leaned down and captured Bucky’s lips in a kiss.
Bucky whimpered needily into it.
As Steve straightened back up, he winked again.
“I’ll be able to slide my cock right into that sweet, tight ass of yours afterwards. Isn’t that what you want Buck? Don’t you want me to have easy access so I can fuck you properly without your little asshole fighting me on it? I know I do” Steve husked at him, hand still cupping his face, and Bucky was ready to topple over. If he’d had any less self-control, he would’ve wrapped himself around Steve’s legs and humped him with his embarrassing erection until he came all over himself.
Lucky for him, Steve had self-control for the both of them.
The older man gave him one last dirty grin, and then reached down to quickly cup Bucky’s cock.
“Easy now, sugar. We’ll get to this soon enough” he promised. Reaching beyond the teenager, Steve grabbed a black helmet from the bench and gave it to Bucky. “Now put this on, and I’ll grab the last few things. I think it’s high time we get going” he teased.
Bucky couldn’t agree more.